The phrase “Good things come in small packages” may be true, but over the years my wife and I have learned that “Better things come in big packages.” Jane and I share a propensity for fucking and sucking on black dicks and pussies. But being a white couple who live in a restrictive all-white community and belong to an affluent country club, we’ve had to keep our addiction to black dick meat a secret.
I was quite surprised to come home earlier than usual one day and open the patio door to hear the tell-tale moans of sexual pleasure coming from the den. I didn’t announce my presence but took a look through the side of the partly opened door. I saw my beautiful, platinum blonde, fair-skinned wife totally naked on her knees between a pair of man’s wide-spread, dark-skinned legs. He had his fingers entwined in her waist-length hair and was guiding her mouth all over the biggest, blackest dick I’d ever seen. Her tongue lapped all around his hairy nut sack, and soon her spittle and slobber had that dark cock and balls shining. Her dainty white hands were stroking his thick black shaft and massaging his balls. Every few seconds she would give the plump purple head a playful squeeze.
As the initial shock wore off I realized our black maid was sitting in a chair across from the action, giving my wife instructions. “Suck my old man’s dick, Missy. Suck that black meat good, white girl. Get ready, or you won’t be able to swallow all his seed when it spurts out.”
My wife stopped sucking, licking, kissing that fat hose long enough to say, “Jane, I promise I’ll swallow every drop this beautiful dick squirts. My husband and I will drain every black dick you and Michael can introduce us to.”
“Whoa, hold up. What’s all that about you and your husband draining every black dick?” Jane’s husband asked quickly.
Jane spoke up. “Oh that’s right, baby. Missy’s husband was down on his knees with a black prick stuck in his white ass and one in his mouth in those pictures that I told you about.”
My mind was racing, and I was putting it all together. It seemed to me that my wife had violated our rule about keeping our love of black cock a secret. We have to be discreet in our neighborhood because most people here just can’t get past the stupid assumption that all black guys are violent, aggressive and dangerous thugs. My wife and I know and have enjoyed the company of lots of black men who are well-established attorneys, doctors, bankers, investment specialists, stock brokers and pilots. The fact that I enjoy sucking another man’s cock is totally unacceptable to a lot of closed-minded, inexperienced individuals in what we laughingly refer to as a “community.”
It turns out, though, that Jane had accidentally found our rather large collection of erotic photo albums and probably our collection of videotapes that show my wife Missy and myself in sexual adventures with big dicked black men and the occasional black woman.
As I continued to watch from my hiding place, I found out that Jane had confronted my wife Missy about the photo albums and videos and soon had her on her knees sucking her hairy, black pussy. There my wife discovered a large deposit of creamy dick juice Jane had gotten from an early-morning fuck with her husband Michael.
Missy told Jane how delicious Michael’s come tasted and Jane suggested that she get some straight from his big black cock. My wife asked how big Michael was hung and Jane replied he had ten inches with a thick shaft. My wife begged Jane to call Michael as soon as possible. That’s where I came in, soon after big-dicked Michael had gotten to our home.
Michael’s excitement at hearing that I also liked sucking black cock and taking it in my white ass turned him on. While my wife was sucking his dick he started shouting, “Sweet Jesus! How can I be so lucky? My wife works for a white couple that loves black cock.” Looking down he said, “Look here girl, I have a few friends who have bigger cocks than I do.”
Jane agreed, saying, “Oh yes, Missy, they hang at our place all the time. They pull their big black snakes out in front of me and my knees just get weak.”
My wife was shaking with excitement. “Jane honey, I swear I’ll help you drink all the come Michael and his friends can spurt out.”
Michael said, “Will your husband help you?”
Missy said between sucks, “Hell yes, I’ll explain all this to him. He’ll understand. Believe me, he’ll be as excited as I am.”
I’d stripped naked while I was listening and started beating off and I couldn’t wait any longer. I stepped into the room and they all seemed to notice me at the same time. Our maid made a sort of squealing sound and blurted, “Shit! Bobby, please don’t be mad.”
I put my finger to my lips and said, “No, no. My goodness, I’m not mad. In fact, this is almost as nice a surprise as the one I have for Missy later.”
Missy’s eyes met mine and she looked intrigued. She immediately stuffed Michael’s thick, heavy dick back between her slobbering, swollen lips and started sucking again.
Too stunned to move, Michael said, “Hey man, you sure you’re okay with this?”
I said, “Hell yes. Let me show you.” I got on my knees beside my wife. She took her mouth off his big black bone, kissed me and said, “I love you so much, honey. And you’re going to love this black beauty.” She pushed it toward me.
Michael looked astounded as Missy stroked his fat log, smearing her spit all around. He broke into a smile as I lapped around the flared rim of his cockhead, tasting his dick sweat and my wife’s slobber.
Michael said, “Goddamn this is beautiful! A white man and his little blonde-headed wife sucking my black cock at the same time! Damn!”
Jane was finger-fucking her pussy as quickly as she could, yelling out instructions. “Suck on my husband’s black cock, you horny white folks.” She urged us to make Michael come and then go over to her and service her pussy and asshole.
Missy and I smiled at each other and with a wink acknowledged that we had things exactly how we wanted them. We couldn’t think of anything else but sucking the dick juice from Michael’s balls and working on the wet, wonderful pussy waiting for us.
I massaged Michael’s come-loaded nuts with my left hand and fingered his asshole with the middle finger of my right hand. Soon he tensed. His balls started to contract and tighten, his shaft increased in hardness and he suddenly moaned, “I’m coming! Oh Goddamn, I’m coming. Take that load down, boy!”
And did he ever come! He blasted a long floppy string of jism into my open mouth, my tongue poised to catch every drop. I licked frantically at his spurting dickhole and I have never tasted such sweet, salty nectar before. I massaged his nuts as Missy put her tongue to work lapping up the last drops.
She turned to me with a drop of come on her upper lip and said, “It’s yummy, isn’t it?”
I had to agree.
We looked at Jane, who was inviting us between her wide-spread legs. Missy rushed over and started to lick, kiss and suck her thick cunt lips. I moved slowly to her puckered asshole and licked her well-proportioned ass cheeks. I licked up and down her hairy butt crack and French-kissed her tangy, bitter asshole. As Missy brought her expert pussy-sucking to its natural conclusion, we were both treated to a flood of milky white cunt juice. Jane patted my wife’s thick, white-blonde hair and begged her not to stop licking.
After they left we settled into bed. Missy licked her dildo and I licked mine. She inserted hers into her thick-lipped pussy, its hair matted with spit and sweat, and started to slowly fuck herself. She took her clitoris between her thumb and first finger and started to pull on it, rubbing and stroking like it was a little dick. I slid my dildo into my puckered asshole with one hand and took my prick in the other, smearing spit all over the head and onto my hairy balls.
Between moans, Missy asked about the surprise I mentioned earlier. I told her that while she was playing with our maid and her husband, I was out making a deal. I was at a local handball court and met a six-foot-seven black dude named Jay who works as a basketball coach and was in town recruiting high school boys for his college. He decided to kill some time with a few games of handball.
I told Missy that after a couple of quick games we decided to hit the showers and go somewhere for a few beers. As I looked over at Jay soaping himself up, I immediately caught sight of his dark chocolate meat, which was a good eight inches soft. When he noticed me gawking, he took his prick in his hand and slipped the foreskin back, revealing the plump purple head.
I told Jay he had a fine-looking cock and asked how long it was hard. He claimed over twelve inches. My eyes widened and I said, “Good Lord, I’d like to see that. I know my wife would love it too.” He suddenly realized that I was the same Bobby who went to high school with a mutual friend, Lonnie. He remembered Lonnie telling him how my hot-assed platinum blonde wife and I fucked every black cock in town–including his. While that he was talking to me he was stroking his black sausage.
He walked across the tiled floor until he was standing directly in front of me and said, “Are you as good as Lonnie said?” Instead of answering I leaned forward to lick his black balls while he kept stroking his slab of cockmeat. His nuts were warm and wet as I sucked them. I hoped he had a big load of come in there and I let him know I wanted it.
As I told Missy about my day she was stuffing her dildo in and out of her pussy, which was making sputtering sounds as the rubber cock forced air out. She was dying to hear more. I continued my tale of the handball club.
While I still had his balls in my mouth, Jay looked down at me and said, “Lonnie told me that you and your wife like to suck assholes too. Is that right?” I told him to turn around and I’d show him. He turned around, bent over and pulled his ass cheeks apart. He revealed a huge puckered ring that immediately told me he was accustomed to having some cocks in there. I put my white face into his black crack and lapped the hot tight hole. He started moaning and said, “Get that fucking tongue in my black asshole, you bitch-ass, lily-white trick. If you lick it good maybe I’ll let you suck my cock like the little bitch you are.”
He moaned softly while I lapped his asshole, but soon I turned him around to take his black meat into my mouth. His hose was so long it drooped like an over-ripe banana. The head was covered completely by its long foreskin. I moaned and slid the skin back to take the head and two or three inches of the shaft into my mouth. He almost fainted when I slipped my tongue in between his foreskin and cockhead then swirled my tongue around. I cupped his nuts and took hold of his thick shaft. After a few minutes of glorious sucking I felt the come vein harden and swell and knew his load was on its way. I pulled back so he could watch the load squirt onto my pink tongue. He looked down at me and said, “Bobby, you’re the best cocksucker I ever had.” I smiled and sped up beating his meat. I wanted to taste his come so badly.
Just as the first wad spat out against my tongue, I heard a sharp intake of breath. The instant fear of knowing someone had caught me sitting on a bench in a locker room at the handball club sucking a huge black cock hit me like a bat in my stomach. I thought about stopping but his gooey come had me insane with lust. Regardless of the consequences I continued blowing him.
Missy let out a moan and said, “We really took some chances today, didn’t we? But it looks like it’s all going to work out for us and we’ll have some good black cock soon. I just hope it doesn’t backfire on us.” I was beating my meat and fucking myself in the asshole with the dildo and as Missy came I did too, blasting a long, pearly rope of come across my chest and face. Missy lapped it up as we moved into a 69 and licked each other clean.–B.K., Detroit, Michigan
There’s nothing I like better than going down on my wife after I’ve fucked her. She doesn’t climax during sex and she’s told me she never has, so I always have an excuse to eat her pussy for hours after we’ve been intimate, and tasting my juices has become a wonderful by-product of this.
I first got a taste for my own sperm, no pun intended, when a girl I was dating in college kissed me right after sucking my cock. I thought she had swallowed my load, but she had a surprise for me. She spit a huge, salty clot of come back into my mouth without any warning, swirling it around with her tongue before I felt it trickle down my throat like I thought it had trickled down hers. Far from being disgusted, I actually appreciated the taste. It was such a thrill doing something so forbidden. I certainly wouldn’t have thought of doing that on my own! The whole thing was incredibly sexy, and I felt incredibly sexy after doing it. Soon it became common in our lovemaking that she would let me taste myself after we had oral sex.
A few months after Jennifer and I got married, we were talking about some experiences we’d had in the past and a couple of things that we wanted to try now, and I let her know how much I like the taste of my own come. She was surprised but also intrigued. She told me she’d never met a guy who had tasted his own sperm before, and even though she was a little reluctant at first, she warmed up to the idea pretty quickly. That night we decided we should give it a try.
Jennifer’s not a deep-throat queen or anything like that, but she’s a real good cocksucker in her own right and always knows what gets me off. That first night, she got me hard with her mouth, licking the shaft up and down, taking my balls lovingly between her lips and rolling them around, driving her tongue between them and teasing them with her fingers. She uses some good hand action when she blows me too, getting her palms nice and slippery with her saliva so she can jerk me off while she’s catching her breath.
Jennifer’s pussy gets very wet when she sucks my dick. I could tell how excited she was when I reached down and started twirling her pubic hair around and sliding my finger between her cunt lips. I rested on her clit for a few seconds, flicking it back and forth and teasing her before I stuck my finger deep inside her and drew her moisture out. I took a little taste just to see what the evening held in store for me. I was looking forward to everything she had.
I pulled Jennifer’s lips open and started to enter her. I fucked her for a long time, letting a lot of come build up in my balls before I allowed myself to erupt. I plunged myself in deep and right at the moment when it felt like I was ready to come, I pulled back so that just the head of my prick was inside her. Then I let loose with a blast that drew my nuts up far into my torso. My orgasm went on for a long time, and it felt like I deposited a lot of sperm inside her. Then I positioned myself at the junction of Jennifer’s thighs to dive in and retrieve it!
I laid Jennifer back on the bed. Her thighs were sticky and moist and clung to each other briefly when I started to pull them apart. Jenny’s pubes were drenched with all the sweat and jism we worked up, and I was on it in no time. I closed my eyes for a second and breathed in deep, taking in the aroma of all the come and cunt juice filling the air. I nuzzled my face to her belly and got ready to dive down for my forbidden treasure.
With my tongue broad and flat, I made my way up from Jenny’s asshole, lingering for a second on her wide, stretched-out pussy. She was still dilated from our sex session, so wide that I was able to get the whole width of my tongue pretty deep between her lips and up inside her. Between the fucking I had just given her and the action of my probing tongue, Jennifer was as turned on as I was! But I was determined to get her off before I had my treat.
I pressed the point of my tongue to her clit and swirled it around, sending shivers through the both of us. I reached up and peeled back her clit hood to concentrate on her love button and help her get off. Jennifer grabbed my head and drew me closer to her cunt, pressing my lips against her nether lips as I continued to lick her and bring her closer to orgasm. The whole time my cock got stiffer and stiffer as the anticipation for my treat grew and grew.
My payoff came when the mixture of pussy juice and come started trickling out of Jenny’s pussy. A milky white secretion had collected at the opening of her pussy, creating a wildly sexual contrast to the pinkness of her cunt. I lightly touched my tongue to the pooling liquid, not wanting to rush things, hoping that first taste would last as long as possible. The sharp taste of Jennifer’s wetness and my sperm leaked into my mouth until I couldn’t go another minute. I shot like a pistol, soaking the sheets with the paltry amount of sperm I had left before I even got a chance to enter Jennifer again.
It’s hard to describe just what it is about the taste of come and pussy that’s so intoxicating. There’s a combination of earthy sexual flavors that’s incredible. It’s something that you can only really notice while you’re having sex or giving someone head. I’m glad that there are adult magazines like yours that give men the chance to share our turn-ons with other guys and gals! who may not have experienced them. Yet!—D.G., Oakland, California
Me and the guys in the motorcycle club I ride with share just about everything but our bikes: our booze, our drugs and our broads. My girl Kyra knew this when we hooked up, and she’s cool with it. Sure, I guess you could say we love each other, but we’re our own people, and it’s no big deal if we go out and get ourselves some strange now and again. Some of my buddies don’t understand it, but I don’t expect them to. I don’t understand it myself most of the time. Anyway, me and Kyra like to party just like anyone else, and when we were all on a run down to Florida a few months ago I decided that I wanted to act out a little fantasy that’s been kicking around my brain for a while.
I’m not a fag or anything like that, but I’ve sucked a dick or two in my day. It’s been a long time since I had a guy’s spunk in my mouth, and I’ve never tasted a pussy that’s been creamed in by anyone else but me, so I got to thinking that me and Kyra could get a little dirty and maybe I could get to know one of my bros a little better at the same time!
There was this one guy named Duane from another chapter of our club who I knew would be there that Kyra always had her eye on. He’s always seemed like an okay guy to me, so I figured I’d let them have each other for a night. I asked him if he was interested in the idea of getting it on with Kyra, and of course he was, because she’s a real fox.
The three of us hung out together for a night of drinking and toking, and we all got a pretty good buzz on. I knew that I had a long night ahead of me and I wanted to crash, so I gave Kyra a kiss on the cheek and a pat on the ass, and told her and Duane to go off and have some fun with each other. I knew that I’d have my fun with her later.
She came back later that night stinking of beer and sweat and motor oil, with a big grin on her face and an even bigger stain in her shorts. It looked like she’d fucked half a dozen guys, her puss was so soaked. Man, that dude Duane must have done a real job on her, because Kyra had this glazed-over look in her eyes —the look a woman gets after she’s been fucked real good and hard.
I wanted to taste the two of them so bad I couldn’t wait to get at it. We went over to our corner of the campsite, and I’ll tell you, I must’ve practically ripped her fucking panties off to get at that poontang of hers. The second I stuck my hands down the front of her shorts I knew I was in for a good time. I’d never felt her so wet down there, what with the combination of her cunt juice and Duane’s come. Even before I put my face down to her cunt I got a big whiff of something funky and strong, and I took it in with a big old smile on my face.
I could hear the sounds of partying and getting crazy off in the distance, but soon enough all I could concentrate on was getting a good taste of Kyra. I lay down on my back and sat her ass square on my face so all that jism could dribble out onto my lips and chin. It didn’t take long for that to happen, and I wasn’t disappointed, either. Thick, long streams of Duane’s sperm slid out when I pulled Kyra’s thighs apart, coating my cheeks. Some of the shit slid down my throat before I could even work it around on my tongue. What didn’t get into my mouth soaked into my mustache while I started eating her pussy. Kyra’s twat had the same tang to it that I’d notice when I gave her head after I’d fucked her, but there was something different about this taste, something dirty and distant and not at all familiar. And I was really digging it.
She rode my face for a good long while before I rolled her off and laid her back across our sleeping bag. I poked her pussy with a finger and scooped some of the jizz out so I could get a look at what Duane left inside her. It was warm on my finger and left a long, thin trail from her cunt when I lifted it to my lips. I wiped it on her stomach and stuck my tongue out to lap it up, letting it drool out of my mouth and back on top of her bush while I started eating her out again. She was squealing like a son of a bitch at the way my spit and Duane’s come were making her thighs all sticky and shiny.
I buried my nose in Kyra’s cunt and started tonguing her harder and faster, holding onto her hips while I dragged my lips back and forth, just the way she likes it. When she grabbed me by the back of the head and started to really ride me, I could tell she was getting ready to come. The more she bucked her hips the closer she was to letting go. I thought she’d cripple my lips by the way she was carrying on, and finally it happened. A big, wet clot of sperm spat out of her pussy when she started getting off, and she even started to squirt like she does sometimes. I pried her lips apart with my hands as far as I could and drove my tongue deep inside her, trying to get my mouth around as much of her muff as possible and taste some more of that good shit she had going on down there.
I hadn’t even noticed it, but a couple of the guys had gathered around our campsite, cheering us on, which only made the whole thing even more horny for me. What with all the noise and the clapping and being able to taste and smell Duane’s ball juice on my girl’s puss, I was about to blow a wad myself. I reached my hand down and started whacking my shit so I could get off. I didn’t even want to fuck her, I just wanted to blow my own wad, or I thought I’d fucking lose it. By the time I’d finally gotten myself off, Kyra was screaming, my buddies were all cheering and I was just about ready to call it a night.
That experience made me realize what a great chick Kyra really is and how important it is to talk about what you want with someone you want to fuck. So here’s a tip for all you guys: The next time you’re looking for a total thrill, get yourself a taste of another dude’s come. There’s worse things you could have in your mouth.—G.K., San Francisco, California
I had flown to the west coast to join my husband Larry, who was attending a convention in San Francisco. Upon arriving at the hotel, I found a message from him telling me that he wouldn’t be back until about nine that evening. After eating a light dinner, I went up to the room and prepared for his return.
I am thirty-four years old, five feet eight and one hundred twenty pounds, with blonde shoulder-length hair and an all-natural 36C-24-34 body. I don’t need a bra and seldom wear one, and I keep my pussy completely shaved.
I took a shower and made myself beautiful, putting on a thong, a skirt that came to mid-thigh, and a loosely woven knit camisole. And then I just sat around getting bored. So after a while I wrote a note for Larry saying that I had gone down to the lounge, where I would be waiting for him.
The lounge was moderately full, but I found a small booth against a wall, away from the main traffic, and watched the younger set do their thing on the small dance floor. Of course I noticed a few men scoping me out, but I ignored them and was left alone. Then, while I was nursing my second drink, I happened to look up at the lounge entrance just as a tall, chiseled-looking, dark-haired man walked in. He stood just inside the doors, looking around, and quickly spotted me as well. I couldn’t take my eyes away from him as he walked directly to my table.
All I could think of was how beautiful he was as he reached the table and politely asked if he could join me. Getting hold of myself, I raised my left hand, showing him my wedding ring. But at the same time I heard myself saying that I would be delighted if he wanted to join me while I waited for my husband.
The man smiled and sat down opposite me. He introduced himself as Kurt, and ordered a drink from the hovering waiter. As we sipped our drinks we exchanged idle chitchat, and it soon became apparent that Kurt was well educated, traveled and very personable. He candidly told me that he was married too, and showed me a photo of his wife, a drop-dead gorgeous blonde in a tiny string bikini.
When the music switched from soft rock to a slow number, Kurt asked me to dance. Heart pounding, knees shaking, I slid out from behind the table, showing him a length of bare thigh in the process. He took my hand in his and we walked onto the floor.
He was a marvelous dancer. The first dance was prim and proper, with plenty of space between us. The second was a little closer, with hands wandering down backs, thighs occasionally brushing, and the distance between us slowly closing, until my breasts were brushing his chest, causing my long nipples to stiffen and poke out noticeably against my knit top.
By the third number there was no space at all between us as we slowly danced around, intimately rubbing together. With my chin on his shoulder, I pulled his arm between us and held his hand alongside my breast, feeling his thumb slowly caressing my rock-hard nipple. Oblivious to anyone who might be watching, I parted my thighs and captured his leg between them, slowly rubbing my pussy against his hard thigh muscles. In return, he pushed his groin against me, and I could feel his erect cock rubbing my crotch. The rubbing became more intense, until I was panting and almost moaning. I could no longer control myself. With my tongue in his ear, I asked him breathlessly to hold me up while I came. Which he did.
Back at our booth, he now sat beside me. We held hands and looked at each other, not saying anything. My hand went under the table and readily found his hard cock, tracing its length with wonder and anticipation. His hand moved under the hem of my skirt and between my parted thighs. His fingers slid beneath my damp thong and caressed my pussy. Withdrawing them, he placed them in his mouth and, looking into my eyes, sucked my juices from them. Then his hand returned, sliding my thong out of the way and conducting a deeper exploration of my wet and swollen pussy. His fingers were marvels of erotic pleasure, coursing between my cunt lips and rubbing my stiff and throbbing clit. Within a minute I came for him again. And again he removed his hand and licked his fingers.
As I recovered from my climax I looked up and saw my husband approaching our table. He kissed me and sat down opposite us with a big smile. I knew, from long experience, that Larry was instantly aware of what had been going on. I introduced him to Kurt, and we ordered more drinks and talked about his day. Then, saying he was sleepy, he asked me if I wanted to go upstairs. Larry hates to dance, so I told him that I would be up shortly, but that I wanted to stay for a few more dances, if he didn’t mind. He kissed me again and left.
No sooner was he out the door than Kurt was asking me if I’d like to go to his room. Of course I said yes. I couldn’t wait to have that beautiful cock of his. After kissing and feeling each other up in the elevator, we stumbled into his room, locked the door, and stood there looking at each other. Stepping together, we embraced and kissed, our tongues meeting, tangling, jousting and swapping places in our mouths.
Finally I stepped back and breathlessly told him to undress. I watched as first his shirt, then his pants, then his underpants came off, revealing a huge, blood-engorged, purple-headed cock, with a pair of golf-ball-sized testicles clinging closely underneath. I asked him to stroke it for me, to cover it with the precome which was flowing freely from its tip. As he did that it grew even larger and thicker. As thick as my wrist.
Then I asked him to undress me. Stepping up to me, he reached up and gently cupped my braless breasts from below, holding them up and out, and then lowered his mouth to my nipples, which he sucked through the camisole, causing them to poke through the loose knit and stand freely outside it. After spending a few minutes on each of them, he lowered his hands, grasped the hem of the camisole and drew it over my head, exposing my swollen breasts to his gaze, and to his hands, fingers, mouth and teeth. As I stood there quivering, he caressed and sucked my breasts, nibbling and nipping at my nipples. As he did so I reached out to grasp his cock, savoring its heat, weight, girth and length, gently stroking and squeezing it while he went on playing avidly with my breasts.
Holding his cock was an experience. It was so thick that I could barely curl my fingers around it, and when I wrapped both hands around its length, two inches or so still projected from them. I could feel it pounding as I stroked it. I couldn’t keep myself from sliding to my knees and taking it in my mouth. I took in as much of the thing as I could, and proceeded to suck him to a rapid climax, drinking his copious come as it flowed from him to me.
As I stood up again his hands drew down my skirt and then my thong, and I proudly stood before him in my naked glory, breasts up and out, hips cocked, thighs slightly parted, pelvis thrust forward, my glistening, puffy cunt lips pushing out at him as if in invitation. His hand moved between my thighs, his fingers sliding into my ready cunt, one finger at first, then two more. He brought me off again, then gently lowered me to the bed, lay between my widely splayed thighs and proceeded to eat my cunt as his fingers explored my ass.
I almost screamed when he began sucking on my swollen clit, licking and nibbling and tonguing, creating havoc in my writhing, spasming body. He brought me off more than once that way before he crawled up on the bed beside me, and we kissed and caressed while we caught our breath.
After a few minutes I brought my mouth to his hard cock again, this time with the goal of taking as much of it as I could. To better deal with its length, I got on top of him in the 69 position, and while he began to eat my cunt again to encourage me, I began the task of swallowing his cock. As I licked at the head I was able to marvel from close up at what a truly magnificent instrument that cock was–the well-defined ridge around the head, the thick, ropey veins around the shaft, the tip pulsing forth precome like a fountain. While anticipating what it was going to feel like in my cunt, I relaxed my jaw and took in the head, which for all its size was not terribly difficult. Once it was safely in my mouth and probing at my throat, I began rubbing my cunt against Kurt’s mouth, while at the same time completely relaxing my throat and slowly, oh so slowly, beginning to take his cock deep within. I was so stuffed that I couldn’t really work it in and out, but I managed to swallow it, inch by inch, until I had d
evoured it completely and was rubbing his balls with my nose.
After resting for a moment, I slowly began to experiment with moving my mouth up and down for a few inches, meanwhile milking that cock by swallowing around it as I felt it pound in my throat. I could see his ball sac tightening, and at the same time I realized that I was close to coming again from his mouth on my clit. Surrendering to that urge, I began to whimper out my climax, and as I did so I felt his cock swell and pulse mightily in my throat as it spewed its load almost directly into my stomach.
I lay on top of him, his cock slowly softening in my throat as he gently licked my still spasming cunt. Finally we separated and snuggled up to each other, kissing and caressing.
Kurt finally got up and opened a bottle of wine, which we freely shared. Soon enough my passion again rose to the surface, and I sucked and caressed him into yet another erection. Then, telling him that we had fooled around long enough and that I wanted him inside me, I rolled him onto his back and straddled his body at the hips.
Leaning forward to kiss him deeply and passionately, I then offered him my rock-hard nipples to suck and bite while I took him. Reaching back, I grasped his thick, hard cock and began running it between my swollen pussy lips and over my erect clit before placing the huge head at the opening of my cunt. I could feel my juices flowing down and over it. Lodging it securely at the entrance to my pussy, I arched backward while rotating my hips, and slowly began the daunting task of getting his huge cock inside me. I bounced up and down on the head, maneuvering to squeeze it into my body, knowing that if I did the rest would follow. I was feeling a bit frustrated until Kurt leaned up, took a nipple into his mouth and sucked it hard. The sudden pleasure made me shiver all over and convulse sharply, and as I did so the head of his dick slid right into my cunt and lodged itself safely inside. My pussy was spasming around it as I sank down all the way, sucking that thing completely into my cunt until my clinging lips were wrapped around the base.
Kurt put a pillow under his hips to increase the depth of his penetration, and then we began the dance of the angels. While he kissed and squeezed and caressed my breasts and nipples, I slowly and with great intensity worked his cock in and out, rotating my pussy around the shaft by swiveling my hips. That beautiful prick slid in and out of me as I moved up and down and around and around. I started coming and I couldn’t stop, my orgasms almost continuous.
After a few minutes Kurt came also, deep inside me. I could actually feel his come being ejected directly into my womb. But after coming, he did not soften, and I did not stop. I didn’t want this to end, not now, not ever. So I continued to fuck his monster cock. I heard him gasping that his dick was wedged in me so tightly that he couldn’t get soft if he wanted to. I didn’t know if he was joking or not, and I didn’t care. So we just fucked. I came a few more times, and finally, with a hoarse cry, he blew another huge load into my cunt, and after that I simply collapsed onto him in exhaustion.
When we were both able to talk again, I heard myself asking him if we could do it again the following night. Kurt said he would like nothing better. Then I asked him if we could do it with my husband present. He looked at me with a raised eyebrow, and I told him that Larry knew exactly what I was doing, and was in our room waiting for me to come and tell him all about it. I explained that Larry loved to eat me after I’d been with another man, and I loved it too. I also told him that if he wanted him to, Larry would suck his cock. So we agreed that the next night we would try a threesome.
I got up then, kissed Kurt good night, slipped on my clothes and returned to our room, where my husband was waiting. He was lying nude on the bed, his erection huge and dripping. I took off my clothes as I began telling him what had happened with Kurt, and a minute later I was straddling his face and placing my wet, swollen, come-filled cunt over his eager mouth. I would save the news about the threesome for later. I knew he’d be surprised.–C.R., Little Rock, Arkansas
Lena and I have known each other since we were undergraduates together. We were best friends first, and only later became lovers. She is warm, personable, smart and very pretty. She dated quite a bit before we married, and while I wasn’t exactly celibate, I actually had less sexual experience than she did when we finally got together.
After graduation Lena became a legal secretary and then a paralegal, and I went to work for a major corporation, later getting my MBA and becoming an executive.
When Lena began to approach the age of thirty, she really got into maintaining her youthful appearance. She began to exercise regularly and rigorously, and started to experiment with her makeup and dress.
We held a blowout party to celebrate her birthday, and Lena was a complete knockout. She wore an expensive, revealing dress that showed plenty of cleavage, legs and back, and displayed her 35C-24-36 figure to great advantage. The compliments she got really gave her a buzz.
It’s now a year later, and much has changed. After that birthday bash, Lena really started getting off on showing off her figure, and on the reactions she got from men. She enjoyed this so much that she not infrequently went without a bra, and even without panties, underneath the short skirts and dresses she preferred. Along with her exhibitionism, she also became quite flirtatious. The only place this new behavior wasn’t evident was at her job. Working at a staid corporate law firm, she was obliged to dress more conservatively and act in a more restrained manner. But now that too has changed.
Two months ago, Lena left her old job to become the office manager and legal secretary for a criminal lawyer with his own small firm. His name is Rex, and she met him when her old firm brought him in as a consultant on a First Amendment case involving a publishing company that put out a number of pornographic magazines. Most of Rex’s clients are in the sex business–pimps, hookers, strip club and massage parlor owners and so on. He’s a tall, handsome but rough-looking guy in his early forties, and Lena was quite taken with him when they first met. I couldn’t recall her ever talking about a business associate as much as she did about him, so I wasn’t really surprised when she announced that he had made her a job offer, and that she was going to take it. It paid a little more than what she was making, and besides, she said, she could be more like herself at work.
During the past year, Lena’s libido had intensified considerably. There wasn’t a night when she didn’t want to have sex. If I couldn’t get it up, I would tongue and finger her to orgasm. She was also always ready to turn me on by giving me a blowjob, something which in the past had usually been reserved for rare special occasions.
When she started to work for Rex, Lena’s blatant sexuality took another turn upward. She dressed for work the same way she did outside the office. She said that Rex’s clients liked it that way, and so did Rex. She also began coming home late several nights a week, claiming that she’d had to work overtime. But she often smelled as though she’d been drinking, and there were times when I thought I detected that just-fucked look on her face. She also began to shave her pussy. And then one night a few weeks ago she came home with a gold ring through her pussy lips, not far from her clitoris. That was when I finally I asked her what the hell was going on.
Lena didn’t turn a hair. In a very matter-of-fact way, she told me that she and Rex had become lovers, even before she started to work for him. He had seduced her in his office when she had brought some papers for him to review from her law firm. She said he was incredibly well hung, and at first she didn’t think she would be able to take him all in. But she had, and she’d had the biggest orgasm of her life.
She went on to tell me that she had arranged to meet with him a few times after that, when I was on an out-of-town trip. At one of those trysts he had brought two of his clients along with him, both rough guys involved in criminal activities, which for some reason thrilled her to the bone. That evening she wound up sleeping with all three of them. She said all of them had big dicks, and she must have orgasmed a dozen times. It was after that that Rex had offered her the job.
Since then, Lena told me, she had spent much of her time getting laid by Rex, and by his friends and clients. She had gotten quite good about dealing with very big cocks, taking them easily now into her cunt or her mouth–and Rex was breaking in her anus. She got the piercing, she said, to intensify her orgasms even further, and to keep her horny most of the time. Not that she needed it for that. The bottom line, she told me, was that she had found she just loved rough sex, especially with shady guys with big dicks, and she just wanted to keep doing it.
What she said naturally shocked me at first, but as she went on talking, telling me about the things she did with Rex and his friends, I started to get turned on. Lena saw the tent in my pants and came over to sit on my lap. She gave me a deep wet kiss and began playing with my throbbing dick. We then screwed, and I swear it was the best sex we’d had in years. For both of us.
This Friday evening Lena and I are going to a party Rex is giving for some of his clients. I can only imagine what’s going to happen.–P.N., Cleveland, Ohio
I am a happily married man. My wife Kay is a lovely woman with the most beautiful 38D breasts that I have ever seen. But in all the time we were married I never saw her do anything to show off those assets, and after twenty years our sex life had become stale.
Recently, in a effort to spice things up, I brought home some X-rated movies, and the results were interesting. I noticed that Kay got excited by films featuring guys with big cocks, especially if the guys were black. Those films really got my conservative wife going.
One night, while watching one of these flicks, Kay made the comment that one of the well-hung studs in the movie looked like Walt, her new boss in the store where she worked. I was really floored when she added that if Walt was hung like the guy in the movie, she might have a hard time saying no. When I asked her if she had any reason to say no, she just smiled.
Now Kay had gained a little weight over the years, but shortly after that night I began to notice that she had been working on bringing back her hot figure. I also noticed that she seemed to be wearing less conservative clothing, even some that partly revealed her ample breasts. I enjoyed seeing the way other men were looking at my wife, so I said nothing, but I was happy with the change.
I travel a lot in my job, and one Friday I returned early from a trip and decided to meet Kay for lunch. As I got to her store I saw her and Walt, her boss, leaving in Walt’s car. I assumed they were going to lunch, so I followed behind so that I could join them. I was a little surprised when they passed all the nearby restaurants and headed toward Walt’s house, a few miles away.
I stopped down the street and watched as they pulled into Walt’s driveway. I had a good view, and could clearly see them kissing in the car. Then they got out and went inside.
I walked down to the house and went around to the back. It was warm out, so the windows were open, and within minutes I could hear noises coming from a bedroom window. I moved to the window and was shocked to see Walt standing in front of my wife, kissing her as they undressed each other.
After they were both naked, Walt had Kay sit on the side of the bed, and he stood in front of her as she took his large cock into her mouth. She sucked on that cock for a good long time before he moved her onto her hands and knees. Walt got behind her then and pushed his cock into my moaning wife. They rocked, bucked and moaned until Walt released his load into Kay’s hot pussy.
I left quickly, not wanting to be discovered. That night I told Kay that I had seen everything. She then broke down and told me that she had been having sex with Walt for about two months, and that she was not willing to stop. She said that she did not love him but the sex was great. She asked me if I could handle it. I said I wasn’t sure, but that I had to admit I had enjoyed watching her earlier that day. Kay said if I was into watching, she had no problem with that, and she didn’t think Walt would either.
The next day Kay invited Walt over for drinks. Even though I knew what the plan was, I was amazed when after a few drinks Walt sat next to Kay on the couch and started kissing and feeling her as if they were alone. Kay unzipped his pants and took out his large cock. She then looked over at me and told me how much she enjoyed giving head. She bent down and started sucking Walt’s hard cock, and I got an instant hard-on.
Walt moved Kay so that she was on top of him, still sucking his cock while he played with her hard, hot nipples. Kay’s ass was in the air, and Walt motioned for me to join in. I moved behind my wife and took off my clothes as I played with her ass. Kay’s head was bobbing up and down as she sucked Walt’s dick faster and faster. Walt then told me to fuck her ass. This was something we had never done before, but Walt said, “Go on, she loves it.” So I got my cock all wet by fucking her pussy a few times, then pushed it slowly into her ass until I was all the way in. With Kay pushing back at me, I pumped in and out until I blew a wad like I had never done before.
Kay was coming too, and then Walt let loose with a load of hot come into my wife’s mouth, and she swallowed and sucked until he was dry.
Well, that was just the beginning of the night, and since then there have been many other nights. It turned out that the affair with Walt was only one of the things my formerly strait-laced wife was into. She has made it with women while I watched. She has been with a black guy a couple of times, and once he persuaded her to take on a couple of his friends as well. And tonight I am going to watch while she has a session with an interracial couple who she found on the Internet.
I never would have guessed that a couple of porno movies would transform my wife into the hot nymph she has become. But who’s complaining?–K.G., Hartford, Connecticut
Just last evening I was sifting and watching Vicki, my wife of fifteen years, getting dressed for an evening out. My agenda was to stay home and babysit the kids, who were already tucked into bed, while Vicki was planning to meet some friends of both sexes for a night of dancing and carousing.
Vicki is gorgeous and sexy, and knows it. She’s an exhibitionist who likes showing off her body and being a flirt. Her behavior is a constant turn-on for me. That she’s sexually promiscuous is just part of the package. Whatever she does with others, she’s always willing to satisfy my needs. How many wives regularly give their husbands head and like to get fucked in the ass as well as the cunt?
I watched as she put on her makeup–a bit too much eyeliner and eye shadow, just the right amount of foundation to look natural, and very red lipstick to match the color of her manicure and pedicure. Her large, full breasts scarcely sagged her nipples were semi-hard. She touched those nipples as she sprayed cologne about her body. Vicki’s short blonde hair is combed out in a mod cut. Her stomach is flat, her hips and ass nicely rounded, her legs slim from her exercise regimen. Her light brown pubic hair is trimmed.
As she put on her black thong panties she gave her clit a quick rub. She then went on to pull on sheer black stockings, a short black leather skirt, and a flimsy black blouse. She left several buttons on the blouse open, so that she was showing more than considerable cleavage. There were pockets on the blouse which barely prevented her nipples and areolae from showing through, but I knew that for much of the evening those nipples would be standing out erect under the filmy material.
She finished by putting on two-inch high heels, high enough to make her ass stick out but not too high for her to dance in. Vicki knew I was watching her. She glanced over at me, taking in my noticeable erection. She smiled at me, saying, “I’ll take care of you when I get back.”
This has become a weekly ritual for us. When Vicki goes out for the evening she inevitably spends the first part of it showing herself off in public, and then proceeds to an orgy at a hotel room or at the house of one of her friends. By the time she gets home, at maybe two or three in the morning, she will be dripping with her own juices, and with the come the men have deposited in her various orifices. Sometimes she lets guys shoot their jism onto her body, and she will be all sticky. But whatever her condition, when she gets home she will invariably wake me for the last screw of the night.
I asked Vicki who she would be partying with that night, and she said she was meeting Randi and Earl, and some of Earl’s friends. Randi is one of Vicki’s oldest friends. They were cheerleaders together in college, and they were both known for putting out for the jocks there. I met Vicki because I was the student manager for the basketball team. I would go to parties at frat houses, at which Vicki and Randi would disappear upstairs for hours, with a parade of guys constantly going up the stairs to get theirs. Vicki and I got together partly because I was so unbothered by her promiscuity.
Randi is another story. She has had a rougher life than Vicki has. She’s still single, and has a certain desperate quality to her. But she’s still a good-looker, and from what I hear she’s even more sexually voracious than Vicki. As for Earl, Vicki met him about six months ago at one of the dance clubs she frequents. He’s a handsome, six-foot-tall black guy in his early thirties, and Vicki claims that he has the biggest and thickest cock she has ever had. She says it’s at least a foot in length when fully erect, and a good six inches in circumference, but then Vicki tends to exaggerate about these things. But in any case she says that when he’s inside her she feels more engorged than with anyone else, and her orgasms are especially strong. Vicki is not that big. She’s five feet four and weighs around a hundred and twenty, so it’s amazing to me that she can take him all in, if he’s that damn big.
As she left the bedroom that night, she winked at me and said, “Here’s hoping that Earl’s friends are packing as much as he is!”
After Vicki left, I popped in a video I made of her and some guys on a trip we had taken about a year ago. I don’t usually watch her having sex with others. It doesn’t really bother me, but I prefer her verbal descriptions of what she’s been up to. I get really turned on when she talks about what she’s done and what an insatiable slut she is.
During that trip we left the kids with Shirley, Vicki’s mother, who is a sexy piece of work herself. She raised Vicki alone. When Vicki was quite young, her dad got killed in a freak accident. Shirley grieved terribly for a year, but after that she decided to grab life by the horns. To support herself she got a job as a secretary at a big corporation, and slowly worked her way up to a management position, partly because she was more than willing to be sexually accommodating when the opportunity arose. Over the last several years Shirley has had a series of younger boyfriends. We don’t party together, but in her own way Shirley is as much of an exhibitionist and a swinger as her daughter. Remarkably, at her age, she still looks great!
Anyway, the trip we took was to Las Vegas, where I had reserved a suite at a hotel on the Strip. The plan was for us to do a little gambling and then have Vicki pick up a couple of guys for a night of fucking, which I would record on video. I figured I could watch it in the future when she was out on her dates, so I would be all primed for her when she got home.
We hit it lucky at the craps table. Vicki was dressed to kill. She had on a very short dress, backless and low-cut. Every time she bent over to shoot the dice, her breasts would pop out almost all the way. Needless to say, she drew a crowd. She knows how to gamble all right, so I moved off to the bar area, where I could watch her without cramping her action. When she took her winnings, which totaled a couple of thousand dollars, and started to leave, the crowd moaned its disappointment. Vicki smiled and said that she needed something to drink, then asked if anyone wanted to join her.
Four guys who appeared to be together, and who had been crowding close to her at the dice table, were the first to jump at the chance. They appeared to be in their late twenties, and fairly well off. Vicki led them to the bar area, where I was waiting, telling the guys that she had stopped gambling because she was supposed to meet her husband there. By the time they reached me she had also made it clear that she was a thrill-seeker who liked to live on the edge. In my presence, she told them that I liked to watch her having sex with others. Their tongues were practically hanging out as she told them that if she still liked them after a few drinks, she would take them sexually to places they had never been.
So we had a few drinks. The conversation was good, and the guys could barely keep their hands off my wife, who made no protest as they touched and petted her as much as they dared. After about half an hour she invited them up to our suite.
In the elevator, before we got to our floor, Vicki managed to French-kiss each of them and to rub their cocks. By the time we got to our suite, they all had noticeable erections. Inside, Vicki had me put on some music. She sat the guys down on the couch and told them to take off their clothes, which they did in a flash. She then asked them if it would be all right if her husband recorded the action. They looked at each other and shrugged. I already had the video camera on a tripod and ready to go.
With me behind the camera, Vicki proceeded to do a seductive dance, at the end of which she slipped off her dress. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath it. Totally nude, she went up to the guys and began to suck their hard cocks, one after the other. Three of them were kind of average in size, but one of them was very thick and fairly long. I could tell that that guy was going to be Vicki’s favorite.
To give them all more room, and so that I could get the best views of the action, we spread some sheets out on the rug and put down some pillows to be used for head rests and sexual props. And then they went at it.
Before that night was over the four of them had done everything that four guys and one girl could possibly do. Several times Vicki took all of them on at once, one in her cunt, one in her ass, a third in her mouth, while the fourth guy had to be content with a handjob. But they all got to use her in every way. The guys were magnificent, and as inexhaustible as she. Each of them must have orgasmed at least three times. As for my wife, she seemed to be in a constant state of ecstasy. When she has especially strong orgasms, her whole body spasms for what seems like half a minute. I recorded five such extended spasms.
Although I was there all the time, filming the whole thing, zooming in for all sorts of obscene shots, none of them paid any attention to me. It was as though I was a fly on the wall, watching a gang bang with my wife as the center of attention.
After about two hours, Vicki sent her stud team on their way. We then played back the video on the bedroom TV while we made love. Vicki had lost none of her energy. She kept saying how lucky she was to have someone like me, who got turned on as much watching her have sex with others as she did while doing it.
Having watched that video several times, I was more than ready for Vicki by the time she came home that night. As I was banging her sloppy, stretched-out pussy, I asked her if Earl’s friends were indeed as well endowed as he, and she said almost, but not quite. I said I guess that made Earl still the best man. “No,” Vicki whispered, clamping her legs tightly around me. “You’re the best man.”
Do you wonder that I love her?–F.N., Phoenix, Arizona
About a year ago I got a promotion at work which required me to spend a lot of time out of town. It was around the same time that our youngest child went off to college. As a result of these things, my wife Sandra was left on her own a lot.
I was a bit concerned about this turn of events, but it turned out that Sandra was not bothered in the least. She had a job she liked with people she found attractive, and she said that she would now have more time to get involved in other activities that were of interest to her.
Sandra has an outgoing personality. Although she is in her late forties, she actually looks ten years younger. She exercises regularly and, notwithstanding having given birth to three children, is remarkably slim, aside from her 36C bust. She is five feet six inches tall, and her weight is a steady hundred and twenty pounds. She has always been comfortable with how she looks, and has never been modest about showing off her figure. When we were first dating she often would go braless, and she preferred very short skirts and dresses. Over the years she tended to be a bit more conservative, though she was never prudish and kept up with the latest styles. During the last few years she has often chosen once again to dress in revealing ways, favoring low-cut tops and dresses, hip-hugging slacks and short skirts that show off her slim body and shapely legs.
In addition to being vivacious and quite good looking, Sandra has a strong libido. She likes sex, and she likes variety. She enjoys giving head and is a real pro when it comes to deep-throating. She comes easily, whether fucked in her pussy, licked or fingered. And she has especially strong orgasms when fucked in the ass. None of this has waned over the years. Which was another reason for my trepidation about having to be away so much.
And as it turned out, I had every reason to be concerned. During the past year, Sandra has become totally promiscuous.
About six months ago I came back early and unannounced from a week-long trip. Sandra wasn’t home, but on her bedstand I saw what looked like a diary. I picked it up and read it. She had recorded and described almost daily sexual escapades. These entries were only for the past month, but every day I was away during that time she had evidently had sex with multiple partners. She would meet them at a bar or cafe and then would go with them to a hotel room or to their place. Several entries described incredible orgies, at which she would take several guys on at once. She also wrote about the thrill she got from seducing younger men, and the multiple orgasms she would have as a result of their great staying power.
I couldn’t believe what I was reading. I had suspected that Sandra had had extramarital affairs during our long time together. She was just too sexual and flirtatious for me to think otherwise. And I had also expected that with my being away so much, and her libido being so strong and demanding, she would screw around with others more frequently. Nonetheless, what I was reading was beyond my imagination. I am not the jealous type, and I have hardly been a paragon of sexual virtue myself, especially this past year. But faced with these fantastic revelations I wasn’t sure what my reaction was, or what I would say about this to my wife.
Sandra didn’t get home that night until two in the morning. She was surprised to see me, and I was flabbergasted at her appearance, and at how she was dressed. Instead of the sexy but classy look she usually adapted, she now looked like a whore. She had heavy makeup on her eyes, cheeks, and lips. Her skirt was incredibly short. She was wearing thigh-high fishnet stockings and high-heeled sandals. She also had on a see-through black blouse with a black demi-bra underneath. I couldn’t tell whether she was wearing any panties.
After a momentary pause, she came up to me and gave me a big kiss. I couldn’t help responding, and we Frenched deeply. She tasted and smelled of a mixture of perfume, pot and liquor. When she sat down, her skirt pulled up so far that I could see that she indeed didn’t have panties on, and that her pussy was shaved bare.
She looked up at me and said, “All right, I’ve been a bad girl, and I’m ready to accept the consequences. The bottom line is that I think I’ve become a nymphomaniac. I’ve always liked sex, and I haven’t always been faithful to you, but now it’s all out of control. Getting off and making it with a lot of guys is about all I think about these days. Last week I got caught having sex with one of the new young salesman in a closet at work. Fortunately, it was my boss who discovered us, and I had screwed him just the week before, so my job wasn’t on the line. But he now wants me to be his mistress and to be on call whenever he wants me. Actually I wouldn’t mind that in the least, since he says he is more than happy to have me screw others as well, especially if he can watch. So, dear, this is what I have become. What do you want to do about it?”
Sandra told me all these things in a confessional tone, but one that was neither repentant nor apologetic. When I didn’t answer immediately, she came over to me and unzippered my fly, and then proceeded to give me an exquisite blowjob. Afterward she went up to the bedroom, leaving me sitting there stunned in our living room.
The next morning I explained to my wife that I had not been a saint myself, that her sexuality had always been a great turn-on for me and that her newly intensified promiscuity was something I could live with. I told her that if she was going to whore around, I too, like her boss, wanted to watch, to witness her having sex or to have her videotape her orgies for me when I wasn’t around. Sandra readily agreed to these conditions, and for the last six months our marriage has been happier than ever.–D.F., Scranton, Pennsylvania
My wife Brigitte and I have two basement bedrooms in our house that we recently decided to rent out to a couple of local college students. Brigitte is a leggy sixty-one-year-old with a smoldering sexual aura. I’m sure that many of your readers can’t imagine a woman of her age being considered sexually attractive, but one good look at her would change their minds in a hurry.
Brigitte is five-foot-six and one hundred thirty pounds and boasts a beautiful 35-27-37 figure. Her gray hair is cut short and styled to perfectly accent her narrow, sharply defined features. She has a beautiful tan, and she flirts and fucks around shamelessly. I not only condone her sexual adventures, I actually encourage them because they turn me on almost as much as they turn her on.
When we advertised the rooms we specified that we wanted male tenants only, and we were overjoyed when Edward and Chris came to check them out. Edward was a blond Adonis attending school on a football scholarship, and Chris was a huge black kid who played center on the school’s basketball team.
Brigitte showed them the rooms clad in nothing but white shorts-shorts and a red blouse she left knotted at the bottom and unbuttoned to her navel. She flirted openly with both of them as she showed them around the basement area. When I heard her offer them the rooms at half the advertised price, I knew that fireworks were in store.
While we helped the boys move their stuff into the house the next day, I waited to see which one Brigitte would try to seduce first. It turned out to be Chris, the basketball player. He was six-foot-six and weighed about two hundred ten pounds with a handsome face and a bristly mustache. Brigitte told him that I was going to be out of town on business that night and she wanted to go dancing. Her young prey eagerly agreed to take her out.
I sat stroking my stiff penis as Brigitte dressed for her outing in red high heels, a black pleated miniskirt and a sheer red blouse like the one she had greeted the boys in the day before. My tall, slender wife smiled wickedly at me as she applied scarlet lipstick to her slim, expressive lips.
“Are you getting horny, Billy?” she asked.
“What do you think?” I asked, bringing her attention to my eight-inch prick, which I was stroking slowly. “Are you going to you fuck him?”
“If I can,” Brigitte replied, checking her face one last time. “He may not be into fucking old ladies, though. I couldn’t tell.”
“He doesn’t know what he’s missing if he’s not,” I told her.
Brigitte came over and leaned down to lick my cockhead, then kissed me lightly on the lips. I was aching to fuck her right then, but I knew that I’d get mine when she got back home. Chuckling softly at my discomfort, she pulled the skirt up to her waist, baring her snatch for me.
“Here it is, Billy,” she grinned. “Here’s your wife’s pussy, and it’s about to get a new, young cock in it.” I leaned forward and kissed her dark brown muff, which is sprinkled generously with gray hairs. More than fifty pricks aside from mine had penetrated that eager, juicy cunt over the past ten years, and at least fifteen of those pricks had also fucked her saucy butthole.
My wife took my throbbing member in her hand, her long red-nailed fingers fondling it expertly. “Just be patient, little hard cock,” she murmured, letting her miniskirt fall back into place. “Later you can take a black sperm bath.” I moaned with desire at her words, and Brigitte laughed as she walked out of the room.
She returned to our bedroom at two o’clock in the morning, although she and Chris had gotten back to the house at midnight. I was lying naked on the bed, come still splattered over my cock and stomach from a recent jerk-off session. Brigitte dropped her blouse, shoes and wrinkled skirt to the floor. “Somebody’s been a naughty boy,” she said softly, running her fingers through the cream on my torso.
“Somebody’s been a naughty girl,” I answered, kissing the hickeys on her neck and breasts. I pulled her down on the bed with me and rolled between her spread thighs, and she guided my prick into her stretched, sloppy quim. I could feel Chris’s come as my cock slid inside her.
“Did he have a big cock?” I asked her breathlessly.
“Not huge,” she said. Her eyes were closed, a smile of satisfaction on her face. “Definitely big enough, though. But he was hard, Billy. He was as hard as a steel bar.”
“Did it feel good going in and out of you?” I was barely moving, not wanting to come yet, my cock swollen.
“Mmmm, it was heavenly. That’s what I like about young guys. He was so hard I could have cracked walnuts with his cock.”
“Details,” I gasped. “Give me details!” She was languidly raising and lowering her hips and butt, while my dork moved in and out of her in long, smooth strokes.
“Well, we got to the club and it was crowded. We danced, and he held me so close that I could feel his hard-on. I rubbed myself all over him. Lots of people stared at us. He’s so big and black, and I’m obviously old enough to be his mother. Everyone there knew it was about sex.
“We took a break and had a drink,” she continued, “then we went back to the dance floor. He put his hands on my butt and left them there. During one dance I put both my hands on his bulge and massaged him. There was a wet, sticky spot on his slacks. I saw a lot of guys looking at me, wanting me, and it turned me on fiercely. He kept looking down my blouse, and I tried to move so as to give him the best view. Finally we left.” I was loving what I was hearing, making mental pictures as I fucked her.
She went on. “We were all over each other in the car, French-kissing and feeling and touching. I untied my blouse and he mauled my boobs for five minutes. We kissed some more while he finger-fucked me.” Brigitte got a dreamy look in her eyes. “Mmmm, he has long, thick fingers, Billy.”
“Did he use them well?” I asked gasping for breath, my balls about to explode as I pictured the two of them making each other come.
“He used them wonderfully. Then I got his cock out and sucked it. He was impressed I could take him all the way, but I was careful not to let him come in my mouth, because I wanted him to fuck me. He was nearly frantic to have me. He moved between my legs and I put my feet up on the dash and scooted my butt to the edge of the seat. Then he was inside me, fucking me like mad.”
“Did you come?”
My wife shook her head. “No. He came in less than a minute, but he pumped about a cupful of sperm into me. I thought he’d never stop coming. The car windows were so steamed up they were dripping. Then he drove us home. I told him I wanted to fuck him in his bed, and we went downstairs. I left my heels on, and he fucked me for five minutes after I sucked his cock and licked his nipples.”
“Did you come then?” I was about to spurt myself, and I just couldn’t hold back anymore.
“No, I didn’t,” she said. “You’re going to have to use your tongue and your hands on me, Billy.” I began spurting with a loud groan, ejaculating warm, sticky jets of semen up into my randy wife’s pussy. I lay heaving against her perspiration-bathed body for nearly a minute before she pushed my face down to her cunt.
“Eat that pussy for me, Billy,” she told me. “Eat your wife’s sloppy snatch. Suck out all the semen that her big black lover just pumped into it.”
Even though I was sexually sated myself, I went to work happily since I can never get enough of my wife’s pussy, especially when it’s full of another man’s sperm. I sucked and tongued her pussy thoroughly, swallowing mouthful after mouthful of Chris’s strong, thick seed. Brigitte locked her arms around her legs and pulled them back, splaying herself brazenly. “You clean me up good, Billy,” she panted. “Lick Chris’s come off my thighs too. And don’t forget my asshole baby.”
I did her bidding happily. When I finished cleaning her pussy off I moved up and began to rub my fingers back and forth over her clit with strong, quick movements. Brigitte sighed and cooed, her eyes closed. I knew she was still thinking about her wild evening.
“What was your favorite part of what happened tonight?” I asked, still diddling her swollen clit. Brigette’s mouth was open, her long legs sprawled wide, her knees jackknifed. I could tell she was thinking hard. So was I.
“Mmmm, there were several,” she finally acknowledged. “When he first went inside me it was marvelous. It only got better when his cock was all the way up inside me, fucking me hard, his big black body on top of me. I loved it when all those people were watching us as we danced, knowing that we were probably going to fuck later on.”
Brigette’s breathing increased, and I accelerated the tempo of my fingers. I watched her puffy, swollen labia and then listened as she came, moaning loudly and going stiff all over, her toes curling, the firm muscles of her legs flexing and straining. I held her tightly and she nuzzled against me, throwing her bare left leg across my groin.
“That was nice, Billy,” she whispered. “Tomorrow night I’ll see what Edward’s cock is like for you.”
“What number will he be?” I asked.
My spouse giggled lasciviously. “When I finally get to ball him he’ll be number fifty-six. But then again who’s counting, right?”
The next evening my sexy, gray-haired wife went out dancing again, dressed similarly to the way she had been when she went out with Chris. This time, though, she and Edward arrived back at the house a little earlier, maybe sometime around eleven o’clock. An hour later she entered our bedroom, naked except for high heels. She kicked them off with a great flourish and came over to me. I rolled on top of her as she guided my stiff staff into her well-used pussy. I moaned as my cock slipped smoothly all the way into her dilated cunt.
“Honey, your pussy is
really loose!” I gasped as her legs scissored around me, her heels resting on my butt and her arms wrapped around my neck.
“Mmmm, yes, it is. He’s a thick one, that Edward. He’s thicker than you by at least an inch, I’d wager. It felt so good as he fucked me. Do you want to hear about it, darling?”
I was holding still, Brigette’s brimming cunt clasping me like a loose, wet velvet mitten. “Did you come? Was he able to make you climax?” I asked.
“Nope.” She shook her head. “But I know you’ll get me off with your wonderful mouth and hands, Billy.”
“How many times did you fuck him tonight? Tell me how many times you fucked him tonight.”
“I only fucked him twice,” she confessed. “And he came really fast both times. I had him do me doggie-style the second time, and he loved it. I think that Chris might have been watching us do it too.”
“So how long was his prick?” I asked.
“Mmmm, I’d say just about as long as you, Billy. He’s uncut too. I loved the feel of having his foreskin in my mouth.”
She was fucking me hard by that time, writhing and humping and humming with pleasure. She was fucking me so well I knew I wouldn’t be able to last long before I came. I moaned again and then fucked her as hard as I could manage, yelling hoarsely as my come joined Edward’s in my wife’s moist fuck canal.
We kissed for a minute or so and then she pushed my head down to her twat. Again I tongued and sucked and slurped my wife’s ravaged quim until I’d swallowed several mouthfuls of another man’s come mixed with her sweet pussy nectar. I slid up beside her on the bed and began my manual homage to her pussy. I worked her cunt slowly, paying particular attention to her clit but remembering to fill her twat up completely every once in a while.
“Yeah, Billy! Oh yeah!” she whispered in my ear enthusiastically. “I love the feeling of your hands on me. Especially when you touch me down there.”
“Did you go out dancing in public again?” I asked. “Did a lot of people see you with him? Did they know what you were going to do with him?” I was dying to know what had happened.
“Yeah. I made sure we went to the same nightclub. Some of the same people from last night were there too. I loved their stares. They knew exactly what was going on, that I was there with another young college kid who would probably be fucking me when we left. Once Edward even pulled my skirt up in front of everyone, and he ran his hands all over my bare butt. I almost came while I was humping his leg. Everyone saw that too.”
She began to whine and writhe with my digits inside her. I increased the friction and speed of my fingers until she climaxed, a low howl escaping from her lips, her nude, gleaming body jerking and kicking. When she finally managed to calm herself down I slid my fingers into her wide, wet snatch and gave it a loving little tickle.
“I think your pussy’s going to have a busy semester,” I told her. She nodded her agreement.
A few seconds later Brigitte giggled and then she said, “Tomorrow night I’m going to have them both at once right here in this bed, so you can watch us all in action.”
The next evening I was hiding in our closet, which has a two-way mirror on the sliding door. Brigitte entered the room leading her two college studs by their stiff cocks. All three of them were buck naked. My naughty wife stood the two guys face-to-face not three feet from my hiding place then dropped to her knees and orally worshiped both their pricks, smiling at me through the mirror as she did so.
I watched her lipstick smear on their rock-like cocks and began to jerk myself off. Brigitte didn’t fellate them for very long, knowing that they were likely to go off like Roman candles from her recent experiences. She got to her feet, and shot me one last beautiful, triumphant smile before she unveiled the next part of her plan. I knew what was about to happen, and I couldn’t wait to see it.
“We’re going to play a game that I call Brigitte Roulette,” she told the eager boys. She then got on all fours right in the middle of the king-size bed we make love in.”You get my cunt, Chris, and Edward here gets to take my mouth. I hope that one of you has a watch, because the two of you
are going to switch places every minute.”
In seconds they had taken their positions, and I watched in fascination as Chris’s stiff black cock disappeared into Brigette’s honeypot. Edward’s cock slid into her mouth and I listened to her murmurs of happiness as she was taken from both ends. Soon the room was filled with the sounds of sex: grunts of appreciation and excitement from the boys, Brigette’s soft exclamations of pleasure, the gentle slapping of flesh on flesh and the liquid slurping coming out of Brigette’s pussy and mouth. After a minute, the two youths switched places. I’ve always loved it when Brigitte plays this game.
“Oh yeah, baby! That’s it! Stretch my cunt out good!” Brigitte hissed as Edward’s thick penis skewered her. I watched her swallow Chris’s cock all the way down to his balls, her nose and lips buried in his coarse black pubic hair. Just as they were about to switch again, Edward went off, moaning loudly as he squirted streams of sticky come into my wife’s willing cunt. Spent, he fell down onto the bed as Chris moved to take his place. Brigitte rolled onto her back.
“Come on, you big, beautiful black stud,” she said to Chris. “Screw this old married lady into nirvana.” She spread her knees wide and brought them up to her shoulders, revealing herself fully to the eager young man. “Oh yeah, baby,” she groaned. “Fuck me with that hard black cock! Oh yes, Chris! Mmmm! Fuck me hard and fuck me good!”
The bed shook under the big basketball player’s powerful thrusts. He was hunched over her, and Brigette’s tan legs jerked in the air above his rutting, pumping body. Edward was watching them and fondling his sticky penis, desperate, I was sure, to get it hard again. About a minute later Chris was ejaculating inside my happy wife, filling her sheath to overflowing with his warm, oozy spunk.
Brigitte kissed and cuddled both of them for several minutes before sending them back to their rooms. I left the closet, my throbbing cock jerking and bouncing as I joined my freshly fucked wife on the bed. Brigitte giggled as she saw the amount of seminal fluid oozing from my glans.
“Did you get all horny in there, Billy, watching those young, hard cocks penetrate me?”
“Yeah,” I moaned, before burying myself into her slippery slit with a single plunge. My wife hooked her legs around my waist, crossing her ankles above my back and smiling up at me.
“I’m really close, Billy. Just hold still and let me fuck you, baby.” She began to hump her hips and butt in a strong, smooth rhythm, driving my swollen rod in and out of her hole. Her clit and cunt lips felt wonderful as she fucked me expertly, her breathing increasing and her eyes glazing over. Half a minute later she was going crazy, moaning and writhing and emitting hoarse cries of pleasure.
When she came, she howled so loudly that I was sure Edward and Chris had heard her. Then she splayed her jackknifed legs as widely as possible and allowed me to screw her hard, to a wild and raunchy explosion that rocketed huge amounts of sperm into her overflowing snatch. I fell against her wet, naked body, struggling for breath and feeling her long legs around mine.
“Mmmm, that was just super, Billy,” she murmured. “One of these nights I’m going to take all three of you on at once.”
My flaccid cock lurched in my wife’s sperm-filled cunt when I heard that. “Great!” I said, smiling down at her sexy face. “I’ve always wanted to play Brigitte Roulette.”–B.R., Austin, Texas
Last summer, while digging through the garage trying to find a short piece of garden hose, I stumbled on my husband’s cache of your magazine. I had other things in mind, but the next day while Brad was at work, I brought the magazines in the house and looked through them.
It didn’t take long to see that his favorite was “Wives Gone Wild” letters. Several issues were open to that section, and others opened automatically to it–or “Open Season” or the like. I’d never thought about being unfaithful, but the letters opened my eyes. They were exciting–so real, yet so erotic.
We’d been married for twenty years when I found the stack. In fact, we celebrated our anniversary two weeks before. Our three children are all in college. I’m forty-one, five-five, and at the time weighed a hundred forty pounds, about twenty more than when I graduated from junior college and got married.
Brad and I started dating when I was a freshman in high school and he was a senior. When we got married, he’d finished a year of his master’s, and our twin girls were born the week he graduated–the week of our first anniversary. Our son was born for our second anniversary. We decided three was enough, and I had my tubes tied.
By the time we were married twenty years, our sex life was slowing down. We “did it” once, maybe twice a week, without much foreplay or anything kinky. After finding the magazines, I asked Brad in bed one night if he ever fantasized about having sex with someone else–or about someone else having sex with me. He hemmed and hawed, then admitted the idea of my fucking someone else excited him.
“Not that I have any intention of doing it!” I said.
The next day I started a diet and joined a women’s gym. It was hard work, but I really shaped up, losing twenty-five pounds in four and a half months. I started going to the beauty parlor for my hair, my nails and for facials. I really started to look good! Not that Brad noticed, but others did. Even the paperboy hit on me.
Right before Thanksgiving I bought myself some sexy new clothes–tight, low-cut dresses, lacy lingerie, stiletto heels. I put the boxes and bags in the back of the closet, though, while I thought about what I wanted to do.
When the kids all left for school on Friday they wanted to go to a football game , I screwed up my courage and said, “Honey, do you remember our conversation last summer when you said you’d find it exciting if other men made love to me?”
“Yes,” he said, immersed in the sports pages. “Why?”
“I’m ready to try it,” I said.
For the first time in months he really looked at me. He saw what I looked like now, and liked what he saw. He dropped the paper, jumped out of his recliner and took hold of me. His tongue went in my mouth, and he pulled my shirt out of my jeans.
“My God,” I said, “if the idea turns you on this much, what would actually doing it do to your libido?”
“Just try it,” he said.
He stripped me to my socks in about twenty seconds. He was rock-hard. He picked me up, put me on the sofa, spread my legs and put his face to my crotch. He’d only eaten me twice before, but now he ate me like a starving man at Thanksgiving dinner. I came before he turned me over and entered me from the rear–my favorite position, but one we rarely used. We came together.
“If you get this turned on,” I said, “maybe we should just talk about it and not really take any other action.”
“Oh no,” he said. “I want you to screw other guys, then come home and give me sloppy seconds while you tell me all about it.” He kissed me and stroked my pussy. “The sooner you get started the better, as far as I’m concerned.”
His finger felt so good, I couldn’t think straight. “Anyone special you want me to screw? Uh-oh,” I said, “I’m coming again!” And I did.
“No, I want everyone to have an equal opportunity.”
Eventually he was spent, and made his way down to his wood shop in the basement. I made the bed up, and had showered and dressed again–this time in a polo shirt without bra and a pair of one of my daughters’ short shorts–when the doorbell rang.
It was Gilbert, a friend of my son Craig’s. He played football in high school but hurt his knee the first week of college practice, so they’d red-shirted him. He was six feet three, two hundred fifty-five pounds, with bright red hair and big blue eyes–a real hunk, though I hadn’t noticed it before.
“Come on in, Gilbert,” I said. “Craig’s already left, but I’d love to hear the gossip. I was about to fix lunch. Would you like a sandwich?”
Gilbert followed me to the kitchen. As I rounded up the sandwich fixings, I noticed his eyes were glued to my breasts. Under his gaze, my nipples–showing through the polo shirt–were getting bigger by the minute.
“Like what you see?” I said.
He blushed deep red and stammered, “Uh, uh–”
I walked over and took his right hand, then rubbed it over my right breast. “How’s it feel?” I said.
“Your hand feels nice,” he said, “but it might feel nicer without the shirt in the way.”
I pulled my shirt out of my shorts and pushed his hand under the shirt. He kept squeezing and stroking. I pulled his head down and kissed him. For a moment his mouth stayed closed, but my probing tongue soon loosened his lips.
I felt his erection against my thigh, so I slid to my knees. The zipper of his jeans stuck a little, but it came down, and I reached in through his boxers and took hold of his cock. It was so big and hard that I had a little trouble getting it out, but eventually I succeeded. It was gorgeous! At least an inch longer than Brad’s and much bigger around, with precome oozing from the tip.
I don’t give Brad blowjobs, but this gorgeous cock I couldn’t resist. I licked the tip and ran my tongue down the whole shaft. Gilbert moaned as I pulled him in my mouth. I ran my lips up and down, up and down, trying to swallow that beautiful thing. His hands grabbed my head, and now he was controlling the rhythm. I felt that he was ready, and then he came, and came!
My mouth filled to overflowing. It was all I could do to swallow fast enough to keep up with Gilbert. As he spurted in my throat, I heard footsteps on the stairs. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the basement door open. I saw Brad catch a glimpse, then quickly close the door–or almost close it. He left it open an inch. I was sure he was watching. That inspired me even more.
“Help me up, Gil,” I said.
He lifted me to my feet and kissed me. I think he intended a gentle “thank you” kind of kiss, but again I put my tongue in his mouth, and he matched me. I led him toward the table and, leaning against it, began to massage his cock. It began to harden almost immediately. I dropped my shorts and turned toward the table.
Gilbert got the idea. He grabbed my breasts and shoved his tool in my cunt. It was wonderful! He filled me better than Brad ever could. He stroked in and out while massaging my breasts and pinching my nipples. I built to a rousing climax before he erupted inside me.
It took me a couple of minutes to recover. I heard Gilbert zipping up his fly and straightening his jeans. I turned around, took his face in my hands and kissed him. I pulled my shorts up and my shirt down and said, “We’ve got ham and liverwurst, on rye or white bread. And Diet Coke or Amstel Light with it.”
Just then the basement door opened and Brad came in the kitchen. I gave him a quick kiss to let him taste Gilbert before I ate. The three of us sat down to eat at the same table I’d been screwed on just minutes before. Gilbert was nervous at first, but Brad and I made him feel at ease, and soon the three of us were laughing and talking like the old friends we were.
Gilbert ate three sandwiches. Then he glanced at his watch and exclaimed, “Oops, I have to go!”
I walked him to the door. “Thanks for coming by, Gilbert,” I said, emphasizing “coming.” He was almost running out, but I grabbed him and pulled his head down. He resisted but finally opened up and sucked my tongue in. Then he looked over at Brad and blushed.
“You blush so beautifully, Gil,” Brad said. “See you soon, I hope.”
I’d no sooner closed the door than Brad was all over me. “My God, Gert, you are so sexy! I couldn’t believe it when I saw you blowing him. And then screwing on the kitchen table!” He pulled my shorts off, popping a button in the process, and put me back on the table. But he didn’t screw me. Instead, he knelt and started eating me–or me and Gilbert, to be more precise.
I could hardly talk, but I knew I had to. “Do you like eating another man’s come out of your wife? Did you like watching Gilbert and his big dong screwing your woman senseless? Did you like the taste of Gilbert I gave you with that kiss? He does taste good, doesn’t he? I loved giving him a blowjob. Is your wife a real slut, or what?”
My talk seemed to excite Brad. He licked and sucked and blew harder. I was close to coming. “Enough,” I shouted. “Please fuck me!”
He did, longer and harder than ever before. I was exhausted when he finally shot his wad and pulled out.
“Wow,” I said, “that was terrific.”
“Let’s do it again, soon,” he said. “The whole thing. You fucking someone else as a starter.”
I wasn’t so sure. For the next week, all I had to do was say “Gilbert” and Brad went crazy. The sex was glorious! From time to time he suggested men for me to screw, but I was getting all I needed from him. I was starting to walk bowlegged!
And I had other things on my mind. We had a cocktail party scheduled for the Friday night two weeks after my session with Gilbert, and there was a lot to take care of. I wanted everything done ahead of time so I could enjoy the party myself.
By that Friday, I thought I’d thought of everything. We had hired a neighbor’s daughter to circulate with trays of canapes, and none other than Gilbert was to be the bartender! By half past seven we had a houseful of people, and they all seemed to be having a good time. I was beginning to relax.
Brad’s boss, Richard, a tall, dark, good-looking guy, came up to me and said, “Great party, Gert. I hope our New Year’s Eve party is half as successful.”
“Thanks, Rich,” I said. “I’m sure Lorrie will put on a great party. By the way, that green dress she’s wearing tonight is gorgeous. Would you tell her in case I don’t get a chance?”
“Be glad to,” he said. “But I understand from Brad that you’ve put in a new kitchen and bathroom since I was here. Would you mind my looking at them? I’d like to do something like that.”
“Come on, I’ll show you,” I said. The kitchen was nothing extraordinary, but Rich appreciated all the cabinets and counter space. I took him upstairs to see the bathroom we’d redone, off our bedroom. He liked the color, he said. Then as we started out through the bedroom, he put his arm round me, pulled me to him and pressed his lips to mine.
I started to resist, then figured, “What the hell?” and kissed him back. Meanwhile he was unzipping my dress, and almost before I knew it, he had my bra unhooked! He pulled the dress and bra straps off my shoulders and pushed me back on the bed.
I love having my nipples kissed, and Richard did a better job than anyone had in a long time. As I moaned, he reached down and pulled my skirt up. Luckily, I’d worn stockings and a garter belt, so he could slide my panties down and insert a finger, diddling my clit. That really got me moaning.
My delight skyrocketed when I saw Rich’s rod–a good eight inches long and thick as my wrist. “I don’t know if I can handle that,” I whispered. “It’s bigger than anything I’ve even seen.”
“We can take it as slow as you want,” he said.
He rolled over on his back and helped me straddle him, and was still playing with my nipples as I took him in a little at a time. It felt like nothing I’d ever experienced. Pure heaven. Before I knew it, he was all the way in, and I knew I was being fucked. I bounced slowly up and down. I didn’t have to go far on the stroke because he was so big.
Between his monster in my cunt and the things he was doing to my nipples, it was all I could do to keep from screaming with delight. Right after I came, he did. He softened slowly, and I finally pulled off him.
“That was great,” I said.
Rich kissed me gently, and we got up and tried to reassemble our clothes.
“Can I call you?” he said. “I may need more advice on the bathroom or kitchen.”
“Anytime,” I said, “as long as you want more than advice.” I kissed him quickly. “We’d better get back to the party. Our spouses might be wondering where we are.”
Brad saw us coming down the stairs. He raised an eyebrow, and I winked. His eyes lit up, like a kid who’d just received an early Christmas present.
As soon as the last guest departed, Brad grabbed me and said, “Did you fuck Rich? Is that what you were doing upstairs?”
“Right,” I said. “And I still have a pussy full of him, if you’d like to clean me out.”
“Would I ever!” he said, scooping me up and carrying me upstairs. “I want to hear every detail!”
I told him every detail as he sucked my pussy dry–well, not really dry, because I was lubricating pretty well. I was describing Rich’s cock when Brad decided it was time to shift and started to bang his six inches in me. He seemed to last forever as I gave him my spiel:
“Aren’t you glad that your wife is a total slut? That she makes herself available to your boss? Does that make you some sort of pimp? He’s so huge, and really knows how to use every inch.”
I climaxed again before Brad shot inside me. He fell asleep almost instantly. I got out of bed and headed for the shower. But before I got there, the doorbell rang. I grabbed a green silk kimono and ran downstairs before the caller woke Brad.
It was Gilbert.
“Sorry to bother you, Mrs. Crystal, but I left my watch. I took it off to wash my hands and never put it back on.”
“No problem, Gilbert,” I said. “In fact, I’m glad to see you.” My kimono fell open, and I saw the response in his pants. “Looks like you’re glad to see me too.”
This time he took the initiative, wrapping me in his arms and kissing me hard.
“Get your watch,” I said. “I’ll be in the family room.”
I opened the sofa bed and waited. When Gilbert came in, he grabbed me. “Easy, big guy,” I said. “Ever hear of foreplay?”
“Yeah,” he said, “but I don’t know what to do.”
“So I’ll show you,” I said. “Come sit next to me. Put your arm around me, and kiss me. Soften your lips a little, and open your mouth just a bit. That’s it. Use your tongue–oh, you learn fast! Now you could start massaging my breast. Gently! Slip your hand in my kimono and tease my nipple. Gently squeeze. Roll it between your thumb and forefinger. Good! You feel me getting hotter? You’re doing well.
“Now stroke my thigh. Start on the outside, then work to the inside. Start down by my knee and work your way up. That’s it! You could stroke my pussy a little. Yes, that mound. Slip your finger in me. Oh yes! Better get yourself ready too. Boy, am I ready!
“That’s it, rub the head of your cock around there to pick up some moisture to mix with your precome. Now slide in me. Slowly! God, that feels so great! In and out, gently at first, then harder. Harder! Fuck me harder, Gilbert!” My conversational tone had turned to screams as he pumped in and out. He finally exploded in me and rolled off.
“I’ll be glad to see you anytime, Gilbert,” I said.
“I didn’t get a chance to tell you,” he said. “My dad’s been transferred to Chicago. We’re moving January tenth. I’m sorry, I didn’t know until I got home yesterday.”
I kissed him, then said, “I’ll miss you, Gilbert. You’re a great lover.” I walked him to the door and gave him a last kiss and cock squeeze. “Come see me again when you get a chance.”
I went back to the family room, rewound the tape in the VCR and brought it up to our bedroom. I put it in the VCR there and crawled in bed next to Brad, asleep. “Three men in the last two and a half hours,” I said. “I really am turning into a slut.”
About half past seven the next morning I felt Brad stirring, so I jumped up and brushed my teeth. He was staggering into the bathroom as I came out. “Don’t take long, dear,” I said. “I’ve got something to show you.”
For once he was quick. I patted the bed beside me. He flopped down and said, “What are you showing me?”
I picked up the remote and turned on the VCR. There I was, setting up the sofa bed, then sitting down. Brad wasn’t impressed. But when Gilbert appeared, he sat up straight. He couldn’t take his eyes off the screen as I led Gilbert through foreplay and fucking. He massaged his cock as Gilbert fucked me and I screamed. When we left the camera’s view, he grabbed me.
“How about some foreplay?” I asked as he pulled my nightgown up and straddled me. “And what is this, missionary morning?”
“Fuck foreplay,” he said. “I want my dick in you now.”
And that’s exactly what happened. It took almost no time for us to reach simultaneous orgasms.
“That’s some tape,” Brad said, nuzzling my neck. “When did you make it?”
“Last night, after you fell asleep,” I said.
He shook his head. “Gert, you’re becoming a real slut. And I love it. But we’d better hide the tape. The kids will be home this afternoon.”
“You mean I have to behave while they’re home?”
“I’m sure you’ll have chances,” Brad said.
For a while, though, I just enjoyed seeing my kids and doing “Mom” things with them. Oh, Brad and I had sex most every night, but it was pretty straight stuff. Then for New Year’s Eve there was Richard and Lorrie’s party. The big deal was that Rich’s boss would be in town from Saint Louis.
Brad decided I needed a special dress for the occasion, and found me one at Frederick’s of Hollywood–really a white taffeta slip with a built-in bra plus some red and black embroidery added to the bottom and around the bra. He thought it would be terrific with thigh-high white nylons and a lacy thong panty. I felt half-naked but figured I could make the sacrifice for one night.
Rich greeted us at the door. His eyes almost fell out when he saw me. All he was able to say was, “Wow!”
“Hello to you too, Richard,” I said. “I’m looking forward to meeting your boss.”
Rich introduced us to Roger, who turned out to be an ultrasophisticated-looking Englishman in a three-piece suit with striped tie, French cuffs and wing tips. He was blond, tall and lean, and his blue eyes twinkled.
“Are you a stuffed shirt?” I asked. “You dress like one, but I don’t think you are.”
He raised one eyebrow, a gesture I find sexy, and said, “Maybe you’ll have to take my shirt off and see. But yours seems nicely stuffed.”
I rolled my eyes. “I guess you’ll have to find out for yourself too,” I said.
“Good, good,” he said. “You know, you look quite good enough to eat.”
I shot back, “Promises, promises.”
Before turning away for another introduction, Roger murmured, “I’ll see you in a few. Don’t go away.”
My dress made me the center of attention. The men elbowed and pushed to get close, while the wives and girlfriends stood back and glared. It was great! I was never treated like this before I turned into a slut.
About ten, Roger found me. The crowd parted like the Red Sea when he came through. After all, he was a V.P. of the company most of the guys worked for. He led me over to Rich. “Richard, where might the lady and I go for a bit of privacy?” He said it Brit-style, with a short “i,” as in prissy. “Matters to discuss, you know.”
“Use our bedroom, sir,” Rich said. “On the left upstairs. Close the door, and I don’t think anyone will bother you.” He winked at me.
I led the way upstairs, with Roger so close behind that he had his hand on my behind. The bedroom was unoccupied, and he shut the door as soon as we entered. I put my arms around his neck as he lifted me, his arms around my waist, and fastened his lips to mine.
The man knew how to kiss! But I pushed him away, saying, “I want to see if your shirt is stuffed, remember?” I made him keep his hands at his sides as I took off his shirt, then rubbed his chest all over to see if he was stuffed. No stuffing there, so I knelt and took his shoes and socks off. He dropped his slacks before I could do it myself, but I did kiss his bare feet. Might as well make him feel special.
He was wearing purple satin boxers, and I rubbed them all over. I opened the fly and took out his cock. It was long and thin, hard as a piece of pipe–just beautiful. I licked it from tip to balls, which he seemed to enjoy. He kept moving his hands from his waist, and I kept insisting he put them back.
I couldn’t get his entire prick in my mouth, it was so long. His frustration eventually broke through, and he grabbed me and pulled me to my feet. He dropped his shorts and pulled my dress off my shoulders. I had to stop him so I could take it off over my head. But he did rip my thong off, he was in such a hurry. He pushed me back on the bed and landed on top of me.
Overexcited as he was, Roger managed to hold back, even with his cock buried up to his balls in my pussy. It felt different–much deeper penetration than I was used to, but not as thick. But I loved every inch of it, and it didn’t take long to bring me to the brink of orgasm. I came before he did.
Even after, he didn’t get soft. He flipped me over on my stomach and rubbed his finger from my cunt to my anus, spreading my natural lubrication around. He slid a couple of pillows under my belly, so that my ass was in the air, and entered me the back way. Brad and I had done it a couple of times. This was a different feeling. I decided I liked it.
“Play with your clit,” Roger said, so I reached into what felt like a swamp. Between his slow penetration and my handiwork on my pussy, I was pretty turned on. But since he was going so slow, and I was matching his speed, we were really teasing each other. When he finally said, “Are you ready?” I knew just what he meant.
“Go for it!” I said.
He picked up the pace, almost pulling out, then ramming in me like a battering ram. I screamed away, not caring about the people downstairs, and then felt him shoot in me while shouting something like “God save the queen!” He collapsed on top of me, and we just lay there for a few minutes, catching our breath.
I could have happily gone to sleep, but suddenly Roger said, “It’s ten till twelve!” We broke all sorts of speed records dressing and made it downstairs with two minutes to spare. I spotted Brad and headed over to him, to welcome the new year in my husband’s arms.
He put his arms around me and looked in my eyes. “Who?” he said. “Roger?”
He said, “After midnight strikes, you might want to go to the bathroom. You have stuff running down your leg.”
“As long as you come too, to make sure I’m clean.”
He kissed me and said, “I think this is going to be a very exciting new year.”–G.C., Kansas City, Missouri