I work as a salesman for a medium-sized electronics company in the midwest. The business is very competitive both within and outside the company. In today’s climate of downsizing, streamlining and doing more with less, it’s become a constant fight just to retain a job.
About two months ago I met a client who could offer my company a very substantial account that would give me job security for years if I could land it. The client, Marshall, is a good-looking married man about fifty, tall but a little overweight, who came across as a pretty good guy. His one vice was his eye for the ladies, which I noticed during our lunch or dinner business meetings. He always commented on the women we’d see and what he’d like to do with them. He constantly checked out every woman around us. He told me his wife wasn’t the greatest to look at so he looks at all the women he sees.
Marshall and I started becoming friends over the course of several weeks of working on our deal, in spite of the fact that I’m about fifteen years his junior. After our last meeting he told me he was going to be back in town at the end of the following week. I figured I’d increase my chances of getting him to sign the deal and further develop our friendship by inviting him to my home for an evening of dinner and drinks, because there’s nothing like a home-cooked meal when you’re from out of town and eating hotel food all the time.
I told my wife Angela about my plan to entertain Marshall in our home on the upcoming Friday night, adding that I wanted to pull out all the stops and really impress him. I also told Angela what a good guy Marshall was, and how the only flaw I saw was that seemed to enjoy looking at pretty women. Angela joked that she certainly didn’t qualify in the pretty category and maybe the dinner would cost me the deal. I told her she was crazy and when she wanted to be, she could be every bit as beautiful and sexy as any of the women Marshall and I had seen.
Angela is a beautiful woman but with a limited budget, two kids and a house to maintain she doesn’t spend much time on herself. She never wears makeup and usually just lets her brown hair hang down. She usually wears sweats or jeans and T-shirts even though underneath it all she really does have a gorgeous body. She’s five-foot-six and weighs about one hundred-twenty pounds. Her legs are long and her breasts are full, firm, without an inch of sag and fill out her
36C bra nicely. Her waist is small and her hips have a very sensuous curve.
As the week went on, Angela planned a wonderful four-course dinner. I knew she was nervous, not only because she wanted to make a good impression, but because she knew how much this deal meant to our family. Everything she does is for our family first and herself second.
All week long Angela was saying that she didn’t know what to wear. She’d scan her closet looking for just the right clothes without much luck. She seemed very concerned about her limited wardrobe, so on Wednesday I stopped at an upscale dress shop and bought her a little surprise: a beautiful dress just made for a dinner party. The halter style dress, which buttoned down the front, had a rather deep V-neckline and a mostly bare back. It was relatively short by Angela’s usual standards, stopping just above her knees, and it had a loose-fitting skirt that flared out as she walked.
When I gave Angela the dress she couldn’t believe it. She said it was beautiful but almost too daring a style for her adding that it must have cost too much to only be worn once. I said that was nonsense, that she would look great in it. Besides, she was throwing a classy dinner party and I wanted her to look like a million bucks. I also gave her some extra money to get her hair done and to buy anything else she might need. I told her it was an investment in our family’s financial future. She agreed and said she’d do everything she could to make the evening a success and to finish the “big deal.”
That Friday I took the afternoon off, dropped the kids with my in-laws and returned home to find that Angela had gone to the beauty shop. When she returned her hair was styled to perfection. I noticed she had also done a little shopping, as evidenced by a couple of store bags and a shoe box.
Marshall was due to arrive about seven o’clock so I got cleaned up and got dressed while Angela put the finishing touches on our meal. When I was dressing I noticed Angela had laid out her clothes for the evening. Next to her new dress were the clothes she had purchased that afternoon: new high heel shoes, black nylons, black-lace bikini panties and a black-lace bra, all of which were very different from her usual beat-up sneakers and high-waisted white-cotton underwear. I just couldn’t wait to see how great she was going to look.
I went downstairs and told her the bathroom was free. She nervously said she should start getting ready and went upstairs to our bedroom. She sure was anxious about throwing a fancy dinner party, even if it was just for the three of us. Angela took a long, leisurely bath so she could relax. To help her unwind, I brought her a glass of wine while she bathed. When she hadn’t come downstairs by six thirty, I was afraid she had passed out.
I went up to our bedroom and saw my demure little wife all dressed up and standing in front of the full-length mirror. Her hair was perfect, and the makeup she was wearing enhanced her natural beauty and gave her a sultry look. Her legs looked about a mile long in the black stockings and had a beautiful curve thanks to her new high heels. In spite of all this my lovely wife had a frown on her face.
When I asked what was wrong she said the bra she’d bought to wear with her new dress wasn’t right. It was designed to be worn under a halter dress but the dress was cut so low in the back and so loose on the sides that the bra showed through. She asked if I thought she should wear something else or something a little more conservative. I told her no, that the dress looked beautiful on her. She said she tried to pin the bra to the dress to keep everything in place but that didn’t work. The solution seemed simple enough to me. I suggested she wear the dress without the bra. After all, I said, we weren’t going out, we’d be in our own home and it would only be the three of us.
She said, “I couldn’t do that. I never go without wearing a bra.” I could certainly attest to that. But I told her she would look great and it was no big deal because the only people who were going to see her was me, her husband of ten years, and Marshall, a guy she’d probably never see again. After a little persuading, she reluctantly said she would try it to see how she looked. With that, Angela reached under the dress, unsnapped the bra and pulled it off. She re-adjusted the dress and turned around for my inspection.
She looked terrific! It was obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra because the silky material molded over and caressed her breasts, and they were clearly outlined in every detail. Her nipples poked against the fabric demanding attention. When she took a couple of steps toward me her tits swayed and jiggled like they were made of Jell-O. I got an instant hard-on. Angela asked me what I thought. I just pointed to the front of my pants and the bulge there. She said, “You pig!” and slapped me on the arm, asking, “Seriously honey, how do I look?”
I could tell Angela was concerned about her appearance and that she was a little self-conscious even in front of me. She said she wasn’t sure whether or not she could wear the dress like that because it made her too embarrassed about her body. “You look great, babe. Really fantastic,” I told her. “With you looking so desirable, it’s really going to help Marshall make his mind up on the deal. Honest Angela, you look fine. I wouldn’t say that if I didn’t mean it,” I reassured her.
Angela told me she felt like a 1,000 hooker. I told her a grand wouldn’t be enough, she could get a hundred times that easy, and we both laughed. Finally she said she would try it, but only for that night and only because of my business deal. She looked me straight in the eye and said she didn’t want me to be angry with her later for dressing so provocatively. I told her I loved her and I was proud of how beautiful she looked. She said she loved me too and with that I kissed her, instinctively caressing her silk-covered tits. They felt like heaven. She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me deeply, slipping her tongue into my mouth. We kissed until she whispered that she wished we had more time because all of a sudden she felt very, very horny.
I reached under her dress and cupped her pussy in my palm. I slid my finger under her panties and felt her juices flowing. She really was turned on. She moaned as I played with her cunt for another minute more, until we finally broke apart. I looked at her flushed face. She was glowing and her nipples were fully extended, pushing against the silk. It would be obvious to a dead man that she was excited. I told her I liked the way she looked and that I’d make love to her for hours after our guest had left. She said she could hardly wait for the evening to start.
I started to tease Angela a little, saying that Marshall would fall all over himself when he got a look at her. She blushed. I kept telling her how good she looked without her bra and that she should go like that more often. When I said that she had the body of a twenty-year-old model and how lucky I was she was mine it suddenly seemed as if she enjoyed being dressed like that. She was really eating up the flattery, so I figured I’d go for broke. “Why don’t you really drive me nuts, hon? Maybe you ought to just slip out of your panties. Just knowing you’re bare-assed under that beautiful dress would drive me crazy. It would be like a dream come true. It would be so sexy having you like that and besides, Marshall likes to look at women. Maybe he’d get a kick out of seeing a little beaver!”
“You’re a sicko, mister. And for that little comment these panties will be staying in place. Maybe for days.” She laughed and threw a pillow at me in fun. “Anyway, if I did that I might just embarrass you with your big-deal customer,” she said with a smile. “If I went without panties, I’d be so hot for you that you’d have to explain the stream of juices flowing down my thighs to our guest!” I was shocked to hear sweet, innocent Angela say such a thing, even as a joke. She’s normally very shy. I figured she must have really got a buzz on from the wine and her aroused state. We roared with laughter.
I looked at her and got serious as my mind formed a plan. I said softly to her, “I’d love for you to go without panties, you know what that does to me and he’s such a ladies man. He loves to look at beautiful women. It’s his thing, honey. What could it hurt if he caught a glimpse or two of your charms? He’d be so enthralled with you he’d sign the contract in a minute. He’d be so taken with you, just as I am. You are so hot and sexy baby.”
Angela responded with some coy innocence in her voice. She said, “Wait a minute. I’m not sure I know what you mean. I should ‘be nice’ to him? What does that mean? Do you expect me to flash him or something?”
I told her Marshall was a girl-watcher and I was sure he’d love looking at her. I wouldn’t mind if he got a peek or two at some of her womanly treasures, and it may help him decide to sign with me. “Honey, one look at you and he’ll be lost in lust. I want him to remember this night for a very long time.”
I hadn’t planned the way things were going but as they unfolded I could hear myself saying things I never would have said a year earlier. In fact, the thought of Marshall drooling over my wife would have pissed me off in the past but just then it was becoming a very strange turn-on. It was so weird to tell my wife, the mother of my two children, that if some guy wants to take a peek at her she should let him. Was it the business world making me say this? I began to feel very horny at that moment. It was strange and yet I seemed to love the very thought of it.
“I don’t know. I’ll have to think about it.” she said and she batted her eyelashes playfully. “I’ve never done anything like this before. It’s taking all of my courage just to wear this dress. This is really very daring for me, even in the privacy of our own home.” She looked at the floor. “I mean, I don’t mind if he stares at me a little. All women like to be admired. But remember I’ve never even necked with any man other than you. I don’t know this guy. I don’t want him to think you married a slut or something. I’ll have to think this one out,” Angela said softly, all the while I could tell she was loving her role-playing. She was totally turned on.
I kissed her and told her I loved her too. But I assured her that I wouldn’t mind if she was flirtatious. As a matter of fact, it was kind of a turn-on for me. She looked surprised. Without saying another word I turned and went downstairs to wait for our guest.
Marshall arrived at seven sharp and was still in our entryway when Angela came downstairs. She looked very beautiful and very sexy but she hadn’t changed. Her legs looked terrific and her breasts swayed and jiggled as she walked. She has really magnificent breasts. I immediately noticed her nipples hadn’t softened since our encounter in the bedroom. They only added to her lusty look.
Marshall and Angela hit it off splendidly. After twenty minutes you’d have thought they were old friends. After a few rounds of drinks, Angela showed Marshall around the house and yard. I put on music and fixed refills for our drinks. I noticed that Marshall watched her every move. I didn’t blame him. As she served drinks and snacks Angela’s breasts bounced and swayed, their sides becoming slightly exposed. Her cleavage heaved when she laughed. Her tits just begged to be kissed.
Dinner went well and was one of the best meals Angela had ever prepared. Afterwards, we adjourned to the living room for more drinks and dessert. Everyone was having a good time, especially Marshall, who loved looking at my wife. In fact, I don’t think he had his eyes off her for two minutes. And I had to admit, she did look hot. Watching her sitting there laughing and talking made me love her all the more. I even felt like a jerk for trying to get her to flirt with him. Just by being herself she could attract any man without resorting to tricks, much less flashing her body.
Angela went into the kitchen to get some cr me br lee for dessert. After a minute or so she called me in to help her carry the food and drinks. She greeted me with a big kiss and a hug. She said she thought things were going well, then she looked me in the eye, took my hand in hers and said, “This is just for you, because I love you and I worry about all the stress you’re under at work.” With that she placed something warm and damp in my hand. I looked down and saw her new lace panties crumpled in my palm. They felt moist. I raised them to my face and inhaled. I slipped them into my pocket, told her I loved her with all my heart and kissed her deeply again.
“I feel so wanton doing this. It’s definitely a turn-on for me. I’ve been sort of turned on all evening. The way this silk rubs against my nipples is making me crazy. I can’t wait until he leaves so we can make love,” Angela whispered. I kissed her again and reached under her dress. I stroked her soft, curly brown bush, running my finger up and down her slit. Her pussy was soaking wet and her hole was open and ready for my finger. Her clit felt swollen, the hood already puffy. I teased her cunt for a minute or two and told her that was just to keep her until later. “Oh, you’re terrible for leaving me hanging. You’ll get yours someday, mister.” Again, she slapped me playfully on the arm.
I turned and picked up two glasses and got ready to return to our guest. Angela whispered she had something to tell me before I went back into the living room. I asked her what. She said I had to promise not to get angry and I did. She hesitated a minute then said shyly, in a serious tone, “When I was showing Marshall around the house and patio he sort of brushed against me. Actually, it really wasn’t a brush, it was more like he was trying to ‘accidentally’ feel my tits and my ass. I don’t want you to get mad, I just want you to know. I wasn’t going to tell you, but it didn’t just happen once, he did it twice. He didn’t say anything to me, he made like it was an accident. But I wanted you to know. I felt kind of guilty after it happened. I love you honey, and I don’t want to make you angry or upset about anything.”
I put the glasses down and took her hands in mine. I looked into her eyes and said, “I love you, Angela. You know that. If some guy touched you, I’d beat the shit out of him. And I’ll do that now if you’re upset and you want me to. I want you to know that. Is it bothering you baby? Do you want me to escort him out? Whatever you want me to do sweetie you know all you have to do is say the word and it’s done.” With that she looked down and then looked me straight in the eye while sensually licking her lips. God she was so damn hot I wanted to take her right then and there. What had gotten into her, into me!
“I don’t want you to say anything to him. I just wanted to keep you posted on the progress of things,” she said softly. “Besides, I really didn’t mind a little touch or two. It was no big deal. I just didn’t want to hide anything from you. After all, when you get down to it, I’m a normal healthy woman. Just like every other woman I appreciate attention, compliments and all the rest. Feeling desired is the best thing in the world for a woman’s ego. So what if he desires me? It’s helping my self-esteem. You’re the only one that I love.”
That was so like Angela, making the best out of any situation. That’s what makes her such a wonderful wife. I said, “I have never desired you more than I do right now Angela.” There was a silence in the kitchen that seemed to last for hours as Angela and I stared deeply into each other’s eyes. I finally said in an almost panting voice, “He really seems to like you and if I’m not mistaken I think you like him too. Could I be right? Is someone having a lot of fun at this little dinner engagement?” I leaned in and kissed her cheek which was flushed. She grabbed me with such an urgency I couldn’t believe this was my wife who started out this evening not thinking she looked good. Quite a difference. But whatever it was that made this change in her it was alright with me.
“Is there anything you’d like me to do in particular?” she said softly. “If he tries to feel me up again, you want me to let him, don’t you? Wow, this is really heavy stuff, honey. I never expected tonight to come to this but I’ll go along with whatever you want. I love you so much and I can’t even put into words how turned on I am. My whole body is tingling. You know this is really out of character for me. I guess we should just look at it as sort of an adventure within our marriage. I think it may be fun to seduce him a little. But if things start going farther than you want, you have to stop it. You set the limits, honey. I’ll go as far as necessary. Do you know what I’m trying to say?”
“I know, honey. No matter how far things go, I’ll love you even more. We’ll have to see where tonight leads us,” I said to her. We kissed deeply and passionately, gathered up the drinks and some food and returned to our guest.
Marshall was seated in a chair across from the sofa, and I sat in the chair next to his. Angela seated herself on the sofa directly across from Marshall. I noticed she had quietly undone the three lowest buttons on the skirt of her dress. As she sat and moved, even more of her beautiful legs were exposed. As we continued to drink I noticed my wife becoming more animated in her conversation. Her skirt slid higher up her legs, her milky-white thighs a beautiful contrast to the dark lace stocking tops. In addition to showing Marshall more of her lovely legs, she stopped adjusting the top of her dress as she had earlier throughout dinner. The more she talked and moved, the more of her breast flesh came into view. She looked hot and was a magnificent tease. I started to get hard watching her, thinking about what might happen.
After a while she and Marshall got into a heated discussion about music. As she spoke, Angela slid forward, almost to the edge of the sofa cushion, hiking her dress way up, almost to the tops of her thighs. As she conducted her friendly argument with Marshall, she slowly let her thighs spread apart. I watched Marshall’s eyes dart from Angela’s eyes down to her crotch. I looked where his gaze was and saw, to my delight and amazement, that my wife’s pussy was exposed. Her bush looked so soft, her lips were swollen and juice coated her inseam. By then I had a raging hard-on and I’m sure Marshall did, too.
Angela never let on that she was showing off her cunt to a virtual stranger right in front of her husband, she just continued talking to Marshall and me as if everything was normal. I was so turned on my head throbbed. Angela leaned back in her seat but didn’t change the position of her dress or legs. She knew that Marshall was gazing at her cunt and she was totally enjoying it.
All of a sudden I had to have even more. I got up and dimmed the lights a little and put on some soft, romantic music, something a little more mellow. I went over to Angela and took her by the hand and asked if she’d like to dance. I led her across the room to the dimly lit area in front of the entertainment center. I took her in my arms and began to glide her slowly. As we danced to the haunting melody, I let my hands slip down to her ass cheeks. She didn’t make a move to stop me.
I began to massage her ass through the silky material of her dress. Her bare flesh under the silk felt so hot. She moaned softly and said, “That’s nice.” We continued to dance and put on quite a show for our guest. His eyes never left us. When I saw him reach down and adjust his cock in his pants I began to kiss my wife, sliding my tongue into her mouth. I nibbled on her ears and rubbed my chest against her breasts. I could tell by her breathing she was getting turned on. Her warm breath on my neck got me hard.
When the song ended Angela started to walk back to the sofa but I held her hand and stopped her. “I think we should let our guest dance with the hostess, don’t you, honey?” Angela looked into my eyes and nodded without ever saying a word. I looked at Marshall and said, “Its your turn, buddy. Come dance with my wife.”
Marshall stood up and walked over to us. His hard-on was obvious and impressive. He took Angela from me and pulled her close. I moved away and sat down, watching as they swayed together in the soft light. Their hips meshed. Marshall placed his leg between her thighs as they danced. She took her arms and placed them around his neck and moved even closer to him. I knew she could feel his hard-on pressing into her stomach when she started to move from side to side, making him more excited. Slowly his hands slid down over her bare back and onto her waist. Then as if it was a natural thing for him to do, he slid them down to her ass. Angela moaned a little and he began to massage her rear just as I had. I was in heaven watching my wife with a stranger.
When the music ended I took Marshall’s place and we started all over again. Angela never said a word but I could tell she was as hot as she’d ever been in her life. Her nipples were like spikes, her face was flushed and her eyes were glassy. I could smell her aroused pussy and as we danced, and I got a little bolder with her. I moved my hand to her silk-covered breast, away from Marshall’s line of sight. She didn’t protest as I massaged that beautiful flesh, so I lifted her skirt high enough to place my hand on her bare ass cheek. Again she didn’t protest. We both knew Marshall had the perfect view of her beautiful bare ass.
When that dance finally ended I walked over to the couch where Marshall had been sitting watching us and told him it was his turn to dance with her again. He stood and removed his tie and jacket, making a quick comment about how warm it was getting. He couldn’t have been more correct. I took off my coat and tie too and sat down again to watch them dance. For some strange reason I was disappointed that Marshall had only cupped Angela’s ass through her dress. I was hoping that he would follow my lead and hike her skirt up a little.
I couldn’t help thinking how beautiful they looked together as they swayed to the music, caught in a languid, sensuous embrace. I’d never been as turned on in my entire life as I was at the thought of my wife here cockteasing a man who was practically a stranger. As I watched Angela slowly grind her hips and breasts into Marshall’s body I began to wonder just how far she was willing to go. I had to find out.
When the music ended I took Angela’s drink over to her. Marshall stood up slowly, obviously waiting to dance with her again. Angela swallowed the drink down in one gulp and threw the empty glass into the fireplace, where it shattered with a loud crack. When the music started again she took both Marshall and me by the hand. She turned to face Marshall and began to sway with him in time to the music. Then she released my hand and placed her arms around his neck. I stood there for a second until she said in a soft voice, “Honey, you can dance with us, too.”
I moved up behind her and pressed myself against her bare back, trailing my fingers up and down on her shoulders. Marshall’s hands were on her hips. I moved in close to her and pressed my hard-on into her ass. “Mmmm, this is nice,” Angela moaned softly. Angela was now firmly caught between Marshall and me. As we moved together my hands left her shoulders and slid down her sides. Her bare skin felt so smooth and soft. I slid my hands forward under her dress and cupped her magnificent breasts. Instead of protesting, Angela moved back ever so slightly from Marshall’s chest to give me better access to her flesh. I felt her nipples and massaged her tits. She leaned back against me as I played with her breasts, obviously loving every caress I gave them. As I felt her flesh she grinded her pelvis even harder into Marshall’s crotch.
As we danced, I went past the point of no return. I began to kiss her neck and ears, something that I knew always turns Angela on. I took one of my hands from her breasts and worked it in between her and Marshall. I began to unbutton the front of her silk dress. Angela didn’t try to stop me but just moaned softly into my ear. Soon I had all of the buttons undone and with the slightest tug, the front of her dress fell open, exposing her breasts.
“God, I am so hot,” she said with a sigh. My hands returned to her bare breasts. Marshall looked down and watched as I massaged and squeezed her tits, rolling her nipples in my fingers. He was holding her hips and grinding his cock into her pussy. He looked at me with longing on his face. With barely a thought about what it all meant, I made a monumental decision and nodded my approval. He slowly slid down in front of Angela, leaving a trail of kisses from her neck to her bosom. I held her breasts, presenting the nipples to his mouth. He sucked on her for a few seconds and continued down her body, leaving a trail of kisses over her belly. The music had stopped, and the only sounds in the room were Angela’s moans and my heavy breathing.
I watched over Angela’s shoulder as Marshall moved his face and lips over her firm, smooth tummy and down toward her cunt. I watched in amazement as he nuzzled my wife’s soft pubic hair and inhaled the scent of her cunt. I held my breath as I saw his tongue lap at her slit, watching in amazement as she began to spread her legs further, leaning back against my chest for support. Her head moved slowly from side to side as her new friend feasted on her. It wasn’t until Marshall moved back from my wife’s cunt and smiled, his face covered with her juices, that I noticed that he had two fingers in her hole while he was tonguing her. When his mouth returned to her pussy she finally climaxed. She clutched his head in place with her hands and trapped him against her pussy, bucking her hips against his chin with increasing force.
I whispered softly into Angela’s ear and told her how beautiful she looked. She took one of her hands from the Marshall’s head, moving it behind her to my crotch. She felt my cock through my trousers and moaned to me how much she needed it. Holding her shoulders I gently lowered her backwards onto the floor. Surprisingly enough, Marshall’s mouth never lost contact with her cunt, he just continued to devour her. I was kneeling behind my wife’s head, looking down along her glorious body to where a business associate, and a vague business associate at that, had his mouth over her pussy. I was in a trance.
I released her breasts, stood and removed my clothing. I kneeled back down next to Angela and leaned over her slightly. She never opened her eyes, not even when the head of my throbbing cock brushed across her mouth. She just stuck her tongue out and lapped the head. She then took my shaft into her mouth and began to suck me like she had never sucked me before. I looked down to see her open her thighs again to give Marshall access to her moist, hungry pussy.
He was fingering her again. After Angela’s hips thrust up to meet the rhythm of his hand, he leaned down and began to lick her slit again. His other hand went up to play with Angela’s tits. It was wild. Angela momentarily took my cock from her mouth and said how badly she needed to be fucked. With his mouth still on my wife’s pussy, Marshall looked up at me. Our eyes met and I just nodded, knowing full well what my action meant. I couldn’t believe that I wanted it all to happen, and wanted it so bad.
Marshall moved away from Angela’s cunt and stood over her. Without saying a word he began to remove his clothes. When he finally pulled his underwear down, his cock sprang into view. He knelt between my wife’s outstretched thighs and, taking his cock in his hand, rubbed the head of his dick up and down her slit, coating it with her lubrication. Angela reached down, grabbed a hold of Marshall’s cock and guided it toward her hole. I watched dumbstruck as my sweet wife maneuvered this stranger’s cockhead into her cunt. When she had him seated in her hole she placed her hands on his hips and pulled him in sharply. Marshall slipped his cock all the way into her with one slow, smooth stroke. She had no trouble taking him on because her snatch was already opened from being fingered. In no time Marshall began to fuck her like a pro. He varied his strokes and moved his hips up and down and side to side. I could tell from the way Angela sucked my cock how much she was enjoying him. Her legs wrapped around his body and she locked her heels together across his ass so she could pull him in even deeper.
Angela let my cock slip from her mouth and devoted her full attention to the man fucking her. Her arms wrapped around him as she fucked him back. She was more wild than I had ever seen her before. I laid back on my side and watched this man give my wife a good, solid fucking. Angela had several orgasms in the half hour he banged her but she never missed a beat. Watching this hot scene I couldn’t help but start stroking my cock. I stood there and watched Marshall fuck my wife and jerked off with the same tempo. I wanted to come at the same time that Marshall shot his seed into her.
Soon Marshall began to huff and moan. All of a sudden he stiffened and thrust as deep as he could into Angela’s pit. He moaned and began shooting jism deep into my wife. I lost it at the same moment and came all over the carpet. The whole scene was just too much for me to handle. As Marshall and I both came Angela had another powerful orgasm.
We all collapsed. The only sound was a lot of heavy breathing. Marshall was still deep in Angela as she lay there. She whispered that she felt so wonderful and so fulfilled. Marshall gazed into her eyes for the first time and they shared a deep, meaningful kiss. Angela looked back at me longingly and said, “Honey?” With that I crawled over to her and gave her a kiss and told her I loved her. She said she loved me. After Marshall rolled off her I looked down and noticed his semi-hard cock was coated with her juices and his come. It was an amazing sight.
Marshall lay on his back and said that nothing like that had ever happened to him before, and he couldn’t have been more correct. I took off my coat and tie too and sat down again to watch them dance. For some strange reason I was disappointed that Marshall had only cupped Angela’s ass through her dress. I was hoping that he would follow my lead and hike her skirt up a little.
I couldn’t help thinking how beautiful they looked together as they swayed to the music, caught in a languid, sensuous embrace. I’d never been as turned on in my entire life as I was at the thought of my wife here cockteasing a man who was practically a stranger. As I watched Angela slowly grind her hips and breasts into Marshall’s body I began to wonder just how far she was willing to go. I had to find out.
When the music ended I took Angela’s drink over to her. Marshall stood up slowly, obviously waiting to dance with her again. Angela swallowed the drink down in one gulp and threw the empty glass into the fireplace, where it shattered with a loud crack. When the music started again she took both Marshall and me by the hand. She turned to face Marshall and began to sway with him in time to the music. Then she released my hand and placed her arms around his neck. I stood there for a second until she said in a soft voice, “Honey, you can dance with us, too.”
I moved up behind her and pressed myself against her bare back, trailing my fingers up and down on her shoulders. Marshall’s hands were on her hips. I moved in close to her and pressed my hard-on into her ass. “Mmmm, this is nice,” Angela moaned softly. Angela was now firmly caught between Marshall and me. As we moved together my hands left her shoulders and slid down her sides. Her bare skin felt so smooth and soft. I slid my hands forward under her dress and cupped her magnificent breasts. Instead of protesting, Angela moved back e
My wife Deborah is twenty-three years old, five-foot-seven and one hundred-thirty pounds with long honey-blonde hair and blue eyes. She has a very pretty face, a great figure and long, shapely legs. She’s twelve years younger than I and, as an average guy, I consider myself lucky to have her. We’re very close, and our marriage has worked out wonderfully.
While I was home for lunch one Friday last summer, I heard her drive up. She’d just come from having her hair, nails and makeup done. When she came in, she began getting ready for a going-away party she was hosting in our home that night for a popular male coworker who was moving to Florida to get married.
His name was Malcolm and he was a construction foreman who, in addition to working for Deborah’s company, also worked a few nights a week as a sports trainer at the health club where Deborah is a member. He’d been her personal trainer for a few months.
Malcolm is an attractive and charismatic man with an animal magnetism that’s hard to define. He looks like he could be a professional athlete. He’s in his late twenties, stands about six-foot-three, has short blond hair, a muscular build with wide shoulders, big arms and a broad chest. He’s the type of ruggedly handsome kind of guy you see in beer commercials doing something athletic like rock-climbing or kayaking and then going out with a beautiful girl afterwards. In addition to all of his considerable physical attributes, and probably in a way because of them, he also had a reputation as a ladies’ man and a real heartbreaker. It’s not hard to believe, once you see him.
I sat on our bed and watched Deborah get dressed, as I often do. She put on a black demi-cup bra and a matching garterbelt. Then she opened a lingerie box, pulled out some sheer stockings and slowly pulled them on. My heart pounded with excitement as she finished her outfit with a pair of black high-heel pumps. When she’d gotten that far, I dropped to my knees and kissed her legs, inhaling deeply to smell the perfume on her stockings. Deborah smiled and giggled then told me to go back to work and make sure I was at the party on time. I assured her
I would, because I had agreed to play bartender for the evening.
For most of the night, I worked the bar and watched our guests carry on. The party was shaping up nicely when I noticed Malcolm looking at Deborah’s legs. She was wearing a skimpy designer mini-dress over her black lingerie, and she was definitely on display.
Malcolm couldn’t keep his eyes off my wife’s shapely legs, and was leering at her as she moved through the party. While he talked to his two friends Michael and Ritchie, he even made a crude gesture toward her, and then the two of them turned around and started to check her out too. Deborah hardly noticed the effect she was having on him. But I wasn’t angry. I felt proud to have such a desirable young wife.
The party had thinned out considerably by midnight, when I noticed Deborah leave to use the master bathroom. Malcolm slipped down the hall after her, unnoticed by everybody but me. I followed them to see what was up. I walked through the doorway of our bedroom and poised myself to peek at them. Malcolm had snuck up behind Deborah and watched for a moment as she first checked her makeup and then her stockings. Malcolm then gave her a start when he walked up behind her and thanked her for the party. She was startled at first, but then smiled at him and said, “You’re welcome.”
They were standing very close to each other, and even in her high heels only came up to Malcolm’s shoulder. I could feel a strong sexual tension building between them. Malcolm could feel it too, and suddenly acted on it by putting his powerful arms around her shoulders, pulling her tightly against him and kissing her deeply. He ran his right hand down her thigh to her stocking top, then felt her breasts. To my surprise Deborah didn’t refuse his advances, but kissed him back. When they finally broke their clinch, she looked up at him and said they should get back to the party. She turned to smooth her hair.
While they were still in the bathroom, I hurried back behind the bar. Malcolm returned first and went to talk to his two trainer buddies. Deborah came back a few moments later, totally composed and looking like nothing had happened.
Soon most of the guests left the party until only Malcolm and his two buddies remained. They sat on the sofa in the living room having a nightcap while Deborah sat in a chair across from them. As they talked and laughed, all three of them flirted with Deborah and blatantly stared at her legs and breasts. By then Deborah knew they were leering at her but did nothing.
Around one o’clock in the morning, the caterers had packed up and left and Malcolm and Deborah walked his two friends outside. I had one more drink and decided to give Deborah a little playing room to see what she’d do. I laid down on the love seat and pretended to be nodding out.
When Deborah came back and saw me “asleep” she told Malcolm that she felt bad because I’d worked so hard all evening and she hadn’t paid much attention to me or even introduced me to our guest of honor. Seeing his chance, Malcolm insisted on staying to help clean the mess. I peered through one eye and saw Malcolm rubbing up against Deborah and copping little feels as they were straightening up,
When they were finished, Malcolm came over and looked at me. He said, “I think he’s out for the count, Deborah.” Deborah tried to wake me, but I stayed sprawled out along the length of the love seat. Deborah asked Malcolm if he’d help her get me to bed. Malcolm hustled me up and grabbed me by the shoulder with the greatest of ease and carried me to our bedroom. I’m half an inch shorter than Deborah, but I’m not tiny–I weigh one hundred-eighty pounds–and this guy handled me with no effort. Once they got me into the bedroom, they undressed me and put me to bed. I slurred a “thank you” and pretended to pass out for good.
Malcolm then turned to Deborah, put his big arms around her and whispered, “Now the real party can start!” Deborah turned on her heel, took his arm and walked him out. I heard her say, “Good night, Malcolm!” She then turned off most of the lights in the house and came back into the bedroom and closed the door. I felt strangely disappointed when she pulled off her dress and stepped out of her panties to get ready for bed. She always wears her panties over her garter she says it makes it easier to use the ladies’ room.
Deborah was still in her bra, garterbelt, stockings and heels when suddenly the bedroom door suddenly opened wide and Malcolm came into the room. He stopped for a moment to look at Deborah’s body, then he took her by the arm and took her out of the bedroom. I jumped out of bed and quietly snuck down the dark hall and peered into the dimly lit living room.
Malcolm was holding Deborah in his arms again, kissing her neck and shoulders and she was snuggling up to him. When he moved to feel Deborah’s breasts, I noticed that her bra was gone and she was topless! She was only wearing her garterbelt, stockings and her high heels. Taken with her beauty, Malcolm continued to kiss her, feeling her thighs and luscious tits, laying her down on the floor before he stood above her, removing his Dockers.
As Malcolm fucked Deborah, she squealed and whimpered and made sounds that I’d never heard her make before. Malcolm was re-sizing my wife’s vagina with his big penis, raising her sexual expectations to new heights. As I watched them have sex, I became light-headed and dizzy, quickly feeling overcome by their sexual energy. The scene playing out before me was so hot and so intense, I couldn’t believe what it was doing to me. I was feeling both very deeply in love with Deborah and very envious of Malcolm’s long penis. I felt strangely overpowered and aroused at the same time.
I ran back down the hall and into the bedroom, the image of the two of them seared into my mind. I landed on the bed face first and without even touching my prick had my most intense orgasm ever. I came so hard, I thought my soul was leaving my body! When it subsided, I passed out, completely intoxicated by their sexual chemistry. I lay there silent and still for more than twenty minutes.
When I came to, I could still hear the two lovers in the living room, so I got up to look some more. Peering in again, I saw that Malcolm was still having his way with my wife. My heart pumped harder and harder as I looked on, unable to take my eyes off of them. They made a perfect couple: a strong man and a beautiful woman, both hot with animal lust for each other, their bodies locked in sexual union. Whenever their eyes met, they French kissed in the most passionate way you could imagine. Her legs were up over his shoulders, her high heels pointed toward the ceiling. Malcolm was really putting it to my wife, fucking her into a delirium. She moaned loudly, her breasts heaving, her eyes glazed with lust. It was the hottest sex I imagined she’d ever had.
Malcolm was pleasing my wife more than I ever had, his big cock touching her cunt in places I could never hope to reach. The sexual heat between them filled the room with a strange, overpowering electricity that left my senses paralyzed. Malcolm was giving Deborah the fucking of her life, and she was giving him something she’d never given to me or anyone else before: totally unbridled passion. I could see it in her eyes. The two of them weren’t just fucking, they were making mad, passionate love. Something very special was being shared between them.
Malcolm laid down on top of her, and again they kissed. Deborah wrapped her legs around him and this time locked her heels behind his back. Malcolm suddenly flexed and stiffened, and with a final powerful thrust he buried himself deep into Deborah’s vagina. He grunted loudly as he expelled his sperm into my wife. He pumped furiously, his orgasm lasting for what seemed to be an extraordinary amount of time. Deborah burst into yet another climax. I could feel the earth move for both of them. I ran back to the bedroom and had another powerful orgasm myself.
I couldn’t get the image of them out of my mind: Malcolm and Deborah! Deborah and Malcolm! Their flesh mingling together, their love consummated. I’d been cuckolded by a superior male who’d won over my wife. I should have been very angry, but all I could manage was intense sexual arousal. I was under their spell and had been rendered completely powerless.
It took me a while to recover from my second orgasm. When I did, I went down the hall to watch them again. I saw Malcolm and Deborah lying on their sides on the floor, embracing each other in a 69 position. Deborah’s back was facing me, but it was clear that she had Malcolm’s cock stuffed in her mouth. Malcolm was kissing and caressing her long legs, the objects of his lust the whole evening. They were lying on a thick, padded quilt that Deborah had sewed for us to make love on. Malcolm continued to ravish her gorgeous legs, and her shoes made clicking sounds when they bumped together. I could hear Deborah moaning as she sucked his dick.
“Yeah baby, get down on that thing! Knock it all the way back there,” said Malcolm. He then ran his hand down to the back of Deborah’s head and stroked her hair and helped her get his enormous cock down her throat. “Suck it, Deborah! Suck that cock!” he said through clenched teeth. When he let go, she grabbed his cock with both hands and hungrily engulfed him again! Malcolm just smiled as he closed his eyes and rested his head between her creamy thighs. He stroked her long, nylon covered legs with his hands as she blew him. She’d never worshiped my cock like that.
In a few moments, my wife gave Malcolm his second climax of the night. He started to come in her mouth, but she kept on sucking his big cock. “Take it, Deborah! Take it all. It’s good for you,” he moaned as his semen filled her mouth. “Tongue it, just like that!” said Malcolm. Deborah continued to suck Malcolm’s dick as he ejaculated, swallowing as much of his come as she could manage. Malcolm had a look of total satisfaction on his face.
I backed away and returned to the bedroom, figuring that was the end of their sexual encounter, but I was wrong. I waited about half an hour, figuring that they’d need some time to relax before he’d get dressed and leave. But then I heard Deborah coming again! When I went to see what was happening, I saw her on Malcolm’s cock. He was laying back on the sofa, fondling Deborah’s breasts as he impaled her. Since she was facing right in my direction and could have seen me, I was forced to retreat back into the bedroom and just listen to them.
After another half hour had passed, the house fell silent. I went back to the living room and saw that Deborah had collapsed on top of Malcolm and they were fast asleep. Her head was resting on his muscular chest and she had a hold of one of his massive biceps. His powerful arms were wrapped around her in a loving embrace. They both had contented looks on their faces.
I entered the room silently so that I could both see and smell them up close. As I went to the end of the sofa where their feet were, I could see a stream of their combined fluids trickling out of Deborah’s vagina and settling into a puddle on the cushion beneath them. The smell of their sex filled the room. I carefully scooped up some of the sticky white nectar off the sofa cushion with my fingers. I looked at it very closely then inhaled its aroma, losing control to their charged hormones. I sucked on my fingertips and tasted the fruit of their love.
I looked at them in the afterglow of post-coital bliss and felt like an intruder, an outsider who didn’t belong. The love Deborah had made that night wasn’t for me. I knew Malcolm had her in a way that I never would. I decided to go to bed and left the two young lovers alone with each other. I had one final orgasm thinking about the whole affair.
It was after six o’clock in the morning when I finally heard him leave and she came quietly to bed. Although I was tired, I barely slept. As day broke, I looked over at Deborah as she slept and looked down on her face, so sweet and so sexy. I got up and went into the living room and could still see their stains on the sofa cushion and on the quilt. I went back into the bedroom and found Deborah’s garterbelt, bra and stockings. I picked them up and sniffed them. They still had the faint smell of Deborah’s perfume mixed with the scent of the pair’s lovemaking.
I took a long, cold shower to contain myself. When I came out, Deborah was already up. She acted very attentive toward me. Later, while she took a bath, I heard her come although I never knew her to masturbate. At breakfast, I asked how she liked the party. She just said, “I had a ball!”
All day on Saturday she moped around the house. She kept going to the bedroom to use the phone but couldn’t seem to reach whomever it was she was calling. When I’d pay attention to her, she’d give me some dutiful affection, but I could tell her mind was somewhere else. She kept getting a “thousand-mile stare” on her face.
Later that night, we went to bed early and made love. I went down on her and gave her head, desperately trying to fish any remnants of Malcolm’s come out of her. I tried my best but I couldn’t get her as excited as Malcolm had. Why I didn’t just do it the first thing that morning, I don’t know. When I entered her with my five and a half inches, she seemed somehow different to me. Had Malcolm changed her forever? I pushed in as deep as I could go, but I knew that I couldn’t compare to the penis that had filled her the night before.
She told me that she loved me, and said I was “such a sweet husband.” I told her that I loved her too and that I cherished her that night like never before. I felt so lucky to be with my young wife and to have her back in my arms, but I got the feeling that I didn’t have all of her, that Malcolm had taken part of her with him. We made love and had sex in lots of different positions, but I just couldn’t make her come the way Malcolm had. I thought of the scenes I had witnessed the night before, and I exploded in orgasm.
On Sunday Deborah, trying to phone somebody but never getting hold of them, began acting the same preoccupied way she had on Saturday, growing restless and impatient. I didn’t know what to do for her. She was acting like a lovesick high school freshman who was obsessed with the senior stud.
I went to the health club to take my mind off things and saw Malcolm’s two trainer friends in the locker room. They were talking about Malcolm, and his impending move to Florida the next day. I put a towel on my head so they wouldn’t recognize me and sat on a bench to listen to them. Malcolm was bragging to Charlie that he had finally banged Deborah at the party and that she was desperate to see him again before he left town to get married. She’d been leaving messages all over town for him and was even calling him at the club. The other trainer, Simon, said that it figured that Malcolm had finally nailed Deborah, because once Malcolm sets his sights on a girl, he usually gets her. Charlie and Simon then made a bet with each other, to see which one of them would be next to get between Deborah’s legs.
As soon as they split up and walked away, I got dressed and hurried home. When I got there, I heard Deborah on the phone. She had finally gotten hold of Malcolm and was pleading with him to make some time for her before he left town. She finally got him to agree and told him to come to our house for lunch on Monday when I’d be at work. My heart pounded in my chest. Malcolm and Deborah together again, having a secret rendezvous!
After she got off the phone, Deborah seemed nervous but “up.” Her impatience and restlessness were gone, but I could tell she was still anxious about her date with Malcolm. Later that night, Deborah cuddled and caressed me, but she turned me down when I asked to make love. She told me she wasn’t feeling very good.
Monday morning I went to work and so did Deborah. At noon I went home to have lunch with Deborah, like I always do. When we finished eating she was suspiciously anxious to see that I got back to work on time. I watched her drive off in her car, then I left too. I was wondering if maybe they’d changed their plans, so when I got back to my desk I called Deborah’s office. The receptionist answered and said that Deborah was out running errands for the company and wouldn’t be back for the rest of the day.
I left my office to go out myself. As I stepped out the door I saw Deborah’s car go by, I figured to make sure that I was back at work. After she drove off, I borrowed my friend’s car and went home. When I got there, Deborah’s car was no where to be seen. I parked across the street and went into the house. I checked around and saw that the spare bedroom had been straightened up. I decided to hide out in the spare bedroom closet and wait for them. Our closet doors all have vented blinds, so I could see out into the room but no one could see me.
About five minutes later, Deborah came in alone. She’d obviously been in a hurry. She made herself a drink and took it to the master bedroom. I snuck out to the hallway to peek in and see what she was up to. She was in the bathroom, curling her hair and doing her makeup. She’d put some sexy mood music on the stereo. When she was finished, she sprayed some perfume on her neck, between her breasts and on her legs. She didn’t put on any panties or a bra but grabbed a short black negligee that showed off her legs and her cleavage. It was the nightie I can never get her to wear for me. To finish the outfit she put on a pair of black, open-toed ankle strap shoes from Frederick’s of Hollywood the ones she only wears to bed as a signal to me that she wants to have sex. She checked herself out in the full-length mirror, and I could see by the smile of her face that she was pleased with the way she looked.
As she continued primping, I made my way back to the spare bedroom to decide what to do. Should I go in and catch her committing adultery? Should I confront her about everything or just enjoy it? Before I could decide, the doorbell rang. I got into the closet and closed the door behind me.
I heard the stereo volume go down then heard Deborah’s heels as she walked out to answer the door. The door opened and closed and a man’s voice filled the room. “Wow, baby, you look great!” I got out of the closet and peeked into the living room to see Malcolm and Deborah in a tight embrace. They started to French kiss before Deborah took Malcolm by the hand and led him toward the hallway.
I quickly went back to the master bedroom but to my surprise, instead of going into the spare bedroom, Deborah was bringing Malcolm back to our room! I got into my side of the closet and closed the door just in time as the two of them walked in. Deborah closed and locked the door behind her. I was going to witness the whole thing from only a few feet away! And in the bright light of my bedroom, I could see all the details.
Malcolm and Deborah fell into each other’s arms and again started to kiss passionately. Malcolm was so tall, Deborah had to stand on her toes to kiss him, even wearing her high heels. They tongued each other with abandon as Malcolm pulled off his muscle shirt and sat on the bed. Deborah looked at his chest and shoulders with lusty eyes, then sat down on his lap. I was as impressed as she was.
Malcolm felt her bare legs, running his hands up and down the length of her smooth shins, over her knees and up to the top of her thighs. Deborah looked at his hand on her legs and then looked up at his face. “You like?” she asked with the coy little voice I once thought was just for me. Malcolm responded by moaning deeply and rocking her backwards onto our bed. They continued make out until Malcolm took off his shoes and shorts to reveal his monster cock. Deborah gasped when he took it out.
He got back on top of her and began to ravish her neck, then made his way down to her luscious breasts. He buried his face in her cleavage, sucking her nipples and inhaling her scent deeply. He took off the top of Deborah’s gown and sat for a minute staring at her firm tits. Malcolm took a breast in his hand and squeezed it. Deborah lolled her head back, relishing his touch. It was obvious to me that she was his. He possessed her and could do anything he wanted! Malcolm slipped Deborah’s negligee down her shoulders. “Those are the best ‘come-fuck-me-shoes’ that I have ever seen,” he said.
Deborah looked back at him and cooed, “Then come fuck me!”
With that, Malcolm positioned my wife in the middle of the bed–exactly the same place I do when I fuck her. He then knelt over her for a moment with his hands on his sides, looking down and taking in the sight of her nakedness. His eyes scanned up and down her nude body as she lay there framed in the pink sheets I thought were reserved for me to have sex with her.
Deborah spread her legs wide open and invited him between them. Malcolm went down between her thighs and licked her slowly. She gasped for breath and started to squirm as he lapped and tongued her clitoris and probed her vagina with his fingers. He seemed to be trying to drink her up as he slurped her cunt. Malcolm came back up and kissed Deborah, helping her to taste herself. That turned us both on!
I saw that Malcolm had a beautiful hard-on, and I watched tensely as he mounted Deborah and finally sank it into her soft, feminine folds. “Damn, Deb! You’re so tight!” he said as he entered her. Deborah immediately started to moan, making the same kind of squealing and whimpering sounds she’d made for him on Friday night, only louder. So loud, in fact, I was afraid the neighbors might hear her!
Malcolm pumped Deborah relentlessly, stuffing his cock in and out of her, taking his pleasure with my wife. A strong, overpowering sexual tension filled our bedroom as I watched, mesmerized and confined in the closet, while he fucked my wife silly on our bed. My erection was soon straining against my pants. I quietly set it free.
Malcolm got on his knees and placed Deborah’s smooth legs over his shoulders, her high heels pointed straight up in the air. He started fucking her again, going in deep every time. It wasn’t long before he had Deborah yelling in ecstasy.
Malcolm placed my wife’s legs behind his back then lowered himself on top of her, pinning her to the mattress. He pumped slowly for a minute or two to let her catch her breath, then leaned close into her ear and whispered something to her that seemed to calm her down. Deborah wrapped her arms and legs around him and began to rock slowly with him on the bed. He then got off and let her sit up for a moment. She was a little dizzy from hyperventilating. And so was I!
After a minute or two, Deborah laid back down and let Malcolm straddle her chest. He slipped his dick between her breasts and started to tit-fuck her. From my vantage point in the closet, I could see the gape of her stretched-out pussy and marvelled at the space his penis had left in her.
A few minutes later Malcolm convulsed in an intense orgasm, ejaculating a load of come all over my wife’s neck. I couldn’t believe how much come spurted out of his cock! When Deborah sat up, his spunk was dripping down both sides of her throat.
Malcolm checked Deborah out as she went into the bathroom to wash off his scum and get herself a drink. He admired her legs and ass then laid back on our bed. He looked at her when she returned, wearing fresh make-up.
Malcolm sat on the edge of the bed, and Deborah got down on her knees in front of him. She leaned between his thighs and took his dick in her delicate hands. She examined his long, soft cock with her eyes and fingers. It looked longer soft than mine is hard! Deborah bent down and tongued the head. When she took the entire head into her mouth and swallowed as much of him as she could, he began to get hard again. Deborah soon had her mouth full of hard cock. She sucked it enthusiastically.
Deborah started to squirm as her ass rested on her high heels. She was making incredibly sexy muffled whimpers, and it seemed to me that she was having an orgasm just from sucking him off. When Malcolm pulled her head up off his cock for a second, Deborah begged him to let her taste it again. He guided her head back down on it.
“Jesus, Debbie!” he said. “You’d think you never had a man’s cock in your mouth before!”
Deborah looked up at him and said through clenched teeth, “Not a cock this size Malcolm.” Deborah then went back down on Malcolm and sucked him voraciously until her tremors had subsided.
Malcolm pulled Deborah off the floor and laid her back on our bed. He mounted and entered her again, and she started to come as he filled her with his massive cock. As he fucked her, Malcolm looked down and asked, “Do you like this dick, Deb?”
“Yes!” she said, “I love it! God, it’s so big, Malcolm!”
“Are you in love with it, Deb?”
“Yes! I’m in love with it!” she said breathlessly. “You turn me on so bad!”
“Why?” asked Malcolm, smiling.
“Because you’re dick is so big!” she gasped. “You make me come!”
“You love fucking me more than you do fucking Martin, isn’t that right?” said Malcolm.
“Yes! Oh god! Yes!” she cried.
“You love fucking me, don’t you?” declared Malcolm, in a cocky voice.
“Yes! I love it!” she moaned. “God, you’re so big! I’m coming again!”
“You’d fuck me any time I wanted, wouldn’t you, baby?” Malcolm said to her smugly.
“Yes!” she whispered, “I’ll fuck you whenever you want!”
Malcolm smiled, then laid on top of Deborah and kissed her deeply. She wrapped her smooth legs around him as he fucked her, pumping tirelessly with his massive, conquering cock.
After about twenty minutes, Malcolm pushed back up and looked down at Deborah again. He said, “I’m going to come in you. I’m going to fuck you hard and deep and fill you with come!”
Hearing this, Deborah whimpered and started coming again! Malcolm’s head leaned back and his eyes closed as he ejaculated, blasting his come into my wife’s body. He pounded her like she was going to be his last fuck on earth. When he finished, he collapsed on top of her and she held him close, stroking his hair and staring aimlessly at the ceiling from beneath him. After a short while, Malcolm got up from the bed and said, “Baby, I’ve got to go now. I love your body, and I always will. It’s been a lot of fun.”
Deborah looked at him and said, “I love Martin. I really do! It would kill him if he were to ever find out about this. So please be discreet, okay?”
Malcolm smiled down at her and winked, and went towards the bathroom to wash her off his dick. As he turned and walked, I watched Deborah checking out his tight butt. She then took off her shoes and followed him into the master bathroom, where I heard them take a long shower together.
Before Malcolm and Deborah finished, I got out of the closet and fell onto the bed where they’d fucked. I could smell their sex on the sheets and rubbed my face in the wet spots they’d left behind. I had an intense orgasm as I deeply inhaled their smell, and I licked and sucked the stains. I thought about what had just taken place on our bed and about what might be going on in the shower. After I recovered, I stepped back into the closet.
When Deborah came out of the bathroom, she put on a bikini top and a pair of white shorts, slipped into a pair of pumps and started brushing her hair. When Malcolm emerged, they embraced. He asked, “Do you suppose we’ll ever do this again?”
“Probably.” she answered. “You’d better go now.”
They walked out of the bedroom, and I heard them go out the front door. I then went out to the living room and looked out the window to see her hugging him good-bye. I was glad that their affair seemed to be over–for now. I went out the back door and returned to work to pick up my car. When I got back home, I saw that Deborah had changed the sheets. She seemed very happy to see me.
Ever since that day, Deborah has been the most loving wife a man could ask for. Our sex life has returned to the way it was before the party, except that I find myself thinking about what happened that weekend twenty times a day. When I get home, all I want to do is make love to Deborah, who seems to come better these days.
Malcolm got married last Saturday, but you’d have never known it by the way Deborah acts. As a matter of fact, she wore her “come-fuck-me-shoes” that night, and we had a great time making love. We ate dinner and dessert in bed and laughed and kissed and hugged. Even so, I can’t help but think that some of Deborah’s thoughts and a small piece of her heart are residing somewhere out in Florida, inside the front of Malcolm’s jeans.–M.D., Calabasas, California
My wife Randi and I moved into our present neighborhood approximately a year ago. The neighborhood is upper middle class, with sizeable houses, lots of children and the requisite SUV’s and minivans. When we first moved in the people in the area were friendly, but not overly so. So when we installed a pool and spa in our back yard, which naturally attracted some attention, we decided to hold a neighborhood pool party, and we invited the people from all eight homes on our block.
It was a pleasant Saturday afternoon, and about a dozen adults and seven children attended our party. It seemed to go pretty well, and Randi got quite a bit of attention from most of the males and a couple of the females in the group. This was undoubtedly due to the bikini bathing suit she was wearing, which left little to the imagination. Randi is a sexy, well built brunette, five feet eight and 34C-24-28, with curves in all the right places. And, partially due to the fact that she never had children, there isn’t an ounce of extra flesh on her thirty-five-year-old frame. I am also thirty-five, and have been lucky enough to keep in pretty good shape. I am six feet, two inches tall and weigh about one ninety-five.
One couple, Rick and Gina, who lived across the street, were paying particular attention to Randi for most of the afternoon. Gina made a big production of helping her serve the drinks and snacks, and more than a few times I noticed Rick eyeing her tits and ass, and taking a good look into her top when she bent over. At first I was a little jealous, but then thought, what the hell, since I have such a sexy-looking wife, it’s probably only fair to let other guys look at her once in a while.
Gina was also a piece of the Lord’s work. She was about five feet six, with dark black hair to her shoulders, a 36C chest, a narrow waist and rounded hips. She and Rick, who was also in pretty good shape, were only a couple of years older than Randi and me.
Everyone started leaving around eight o’clock, and Rick and Gina kindly volunteered to help us clean up and
rearrange the deck and patio. After about an hour or so of cleaning we were done, and we decided to relax in the spa with our new friends and a few cold beers.
We sat around and talked about our lives and such, and after a while the subject turned to kids. Rick and Gina explained that they didn’t have children, due to a medical problem Gina had had as a teenager, which had left her infertile. We replied that we didn’t have kids either, having decided shortly after we married that we didn’t want any, and that I had had a vasectomy a couple of years before.
Then Gina, who had been drinking all day, suddenly remarked to my wife that she had beautiful tits, and asked her if they were real. Randi said that they were, adding that they stood up so nice and proud due to exercise and foreplay. I almost choked on my drink, and everybody had a good laugh. Gina then asked if she could touch Randi’s tits. Randi looked at me, then shrugged and said, “Sure, honey, if I can play with yours.” And with that she took off her bikini top.
Gina immediately followed suit, then moved over till she was practically sitting on Randi’s lap, and started squeezing and pulling at my wife’s tits. Randi, who is no slouch when it comes to sex, started in on Gina’s chest with a passion. Meanwhile Rick was just sitting there in the spa, watching, drinking and obviously playing with himself under the water, until at one point he turned to me and said, “I hope you don’t mind Gina playing with your wife, but she gets off on doing women while their mates watch.” I replied that I didn’t mind at all, and the stiff rod in my bathing shorts attested to the fact that I was telling the truth.
After a while the girls pulled each other’s bottoms off, and then proceeded to get out of the spa and onto the deck. As soon as they were out, they kissed each other and moved into a very noisy 69 on the floor of the deck. Randi is not very loud when she comes, but it turned out that Gina was a screamer, as I and probably most of the neighborhood found out when Randi clamped down on her clit with her lips.
When they were done they stood up, kissed and then bowed towards Rick and me. Gina then looked straight at her husband and said to him, “Come on you, get out of that spa and fuck me silly.” Rick looked at me and again asked if I minded, and when I said no he got up with an obvious hard-on, which Gina pulled from his shorts and started sucking on as soon as he was out of the spa. She then got on her hands and knees and told Rick to fuck her hard. He didn’t waste any time, but mounted her in one smooth stroke. Randi, seeing this, got back in the spa and told me to sit on the edge, and when I did she pulled my shorts down and gave me the wildest blowjob I’d had in twenty years while watching Rick and Gina fucking less than five feet away.
After Rick and I had both blown our loads into our respective spouses, we just kicked back in the lounge chairs on the deck and tried to recover. We were all naked, and not the least bit shy about it. After a few minutes Gina turned to Randi and me and asked if we had ever had group sex before. Randi giggled and told them about the party we had attended back in college, where things had gotten pretty wild. Gina then turned to her husband, “What do you think?” she asked him. “Should we ask them to join the group?”
“What the hell,” Rick replied. “Why not?”
Gina then began to explain that she and Rick were part of a group of like-minded people who got together regularly to party. These parties were usually held at a farm about thirty minutes away from our neighborhood, in a two-story barn that had been converted into a playhouse. There were a number of bedroom and theme rooms upstairs, while the downstairs held a bar, a dance floor, locker rooms, showers, a game room, a mattress room for mini-orgies and a small stage for featured attractions. When guests arrived, Gina said, they were greeted by the host and hostess, who collected a ten-dollar fee from each couple to cover expenses. Guests were encouraged to bring their own spirits and any snacks they might like to share with the group.
Once admitted to the building, Gina went on, the arrivals were free to do anything they pleased with whoever was willing, except in the game room, which was off-limits for outright sex, though anyplace else in the building was fine.
After this explanation and a few questions from us, Randi and I said we would think about it and let them know. At that point, we all said our good-byes, and Rick and Gina went home.
Randi and I talked about this interesting invitation as we went inside and prepared to go to bed. Once in our bedroom we were all over each other like a couple of newlyweds. When we were done, we each knew what our answer would be. Randi looked out the window, and seeing that the lights were still on across the street, she picked up the phone and called Gina. When she told her we were interested, Gina invited us over for brunch the next day to talk about the procedure. That night I had some of the most fantastic dreams of my life.
The next morning we went over to Rick and Gina’s house. While we ate brunch we talked about trivial things, and afterward we took our coffee into the family room, where we rehashed the events of the previous evening. Gina said she was glad we had agreed to join the group, and explained that she had to ask us some questions and then fax our answers to the group leaders to be approved. She proceeded to ask us all kinds of questions: age, measurements, kids, sex histories and medical information. Gina explained that this was all routine, and at the end she took the form over to their fax machine and sent it off.
About fifteen minutes later the phone rang, and Rick answered it. When he hung up he told us that we had been accepted, but that there was one more step: we would both need to have a physical examination before we could be initiated into the group. He handed us a piece of paper with the address of a medical office, which he said was run by a husband-and-wife team of doctors who were part of the group. We had an appointment with them that Tuesday, after normal business hours.
When Randi and I arrived at the doctors’ offices, we were greeted by a nurse who handed us a standard medical questionnaire. When we had filled it out, she was joined by a male nurse. They introduced themselves as Kim and Jack, and the two of them led us into the back, where Kim told me to follow her, while Randi went with Jack.
Kim took me to an examining room, where she instructed me to take off my clothes and put them on the rack by the door. As I started to strip, I realized she had not left the room, and didn’t look as though she was planning to. Kim smiled at me and told me to not be shy, because if I passed the physical she would see me at the initiation on Friday anyway. She went on to explain that she and Jack were also members of the group.
After I removed my clothes Kim took me over to the scale and checked my height and weight. She then had me lie on the exam table, where she measured my arms, thighs, chest and neck. She also took my pulse and blood pressure, and checked out my ears and throat.
Just as she finished, a stunning woman of about thirty came in and introduced herself as Dr. Sara. After looking my naked body up and down, she picked up my chart and looked at the figures Kim had written there.
“Yes, very good,” Dr. Sara said. “But Kim, there is one very important measurement you seem to have forgotten.”
“Well, I thought you would prefer to do that one yourself, Doctor,” Kim said.
“Yes, you’re right, of course,” Dr. Sara said. She picked up a stainless steel ruler from an instrument tray and came over to the table. “Don’t worry,” she said to me. “This won’t hurt a bit. You may even enjoy it.” And with that she laid the ruler on the table and removed her lab coat. Underneath it she was naked, except for a garter belt and stockings.
Dr. Sara then took hold of my already stiffening cock and started to examine it closely, along with my balls. Then she began to stroke it, and finally she bent over and licked it, slowly, up and down. Needless to say, I was soon fully erect, which seemed to be the idea.
“Good,” Dr. Sara said. “I think it’s as big as it’s going to get. Now let’s see.” She picked up the ruler and laid it alongside my dick, then made a quick notation on my chart. She turned back to me and smiled as she saw my throbbing pole. “You look like you could use some relief,” she murmured. “Would you like that?”
I could only nod.
Dr. Sara turned to Kim and removed the nurse’s lab coat. Kim was also naked underneath, and she didn’t even wear stockings. Both of them then leaned over the table and let me suck on their tits while they took turns licking and stroking my cock. After about ten minutes Kim raised her head, saying, “Would you like to finish him off, Doctor, or shall I?”
“You do it,” Dr. Sara said. “I’ll get the cup.” She went to a cupboard and brought back a specimen cup. “This will allow us to make sure that your vasectomy was effective,” she explained.
At that point Kim had me stand up and spread my legs a little. Putting on a pair of rubber gloves, she sat down on a stool and applied some lubricant to them, then started jacking my cock. When I was getting close to erupting, she told me to hold onto the table. Still stroking my dick with one hand, she pushed the middle finger of her other hand into my butt, while the doctor played with my balls. When that finger reached my prostate I erupted like a volcano, right into the specimen cup.
After they had milked me for all I was worth, Dr. Sara left the room with the cup, saying she would call me in a couple of days with the results.
When I met Randi out in the lobby about fifteen minutes later, she looked tired, horny and very flushed. On the way home she told me everything that had gone on during her examination. Jack, the male nurse, and Dr. Ted, Sara’s husband, had checked her out thoroughly, and had brought her to orgasm five times in the process. They had used their fingers, three dildos of various sizes and also a pulsating water stream while she was standing in a shower. The doctor had written her a prescription for birth control pills and also given her some sample packs of the morning-after pill. I then told her about my own examination, and when we got home we had some of the greatest sex we’d had in years.
Two nights later we got a call from Dr. Sara, who told us that we had both passed our physicals with flying colors, and that we should contact Rick and Gina for further information. We were just about to do so when the doorbell rang. It was Rick and Gina, who had already heard the news and had come over to congratulate us. They asked if we were sure about joining, and when we said yes they produced what they called a pledge sheet for us to sign, which was basically a promise that we would only have sexual relations with the other members of the group. We signed the pledges, and Rick and Gina signed as witnesses.
They then informed us that our initiation would take place at the next meeting, which was to be the following evening at seven o’clock. They were to pick us up at six-thirty and drive us there. Before leaving they advised us to get as much rest as possible, as we would in all likelihood be there until the following morning, or even longer.
The next day Randi and I both called in sick to our offices and did a little shopping, picking up some new lingerie for Randi and some new casual clothing for me. That afternoon we decided to take a nap until five, after which we showered, had a bite to eat and got dressed. We were both a little bit nervous, but at the same time tingling with anticipation.
At six-thirty Rick rang the doorbell and said it was time to go. He led us into the back of their custom van and seated us in two passenger chairs. Gina then placed blindfolds over our eyes, explaining that first-timers were not allowed to know the exact location of the place until after the initiation. When I asked her what would happen at the ceremony, she replied that she could not reveal that, but that I could be sure it would be exciting and stimulating for everyone.
The van started up, and we were off. At one point during the drive Gina came back and whispered into my ear that she was going to be my first that night, because she had sponsored me. Then she unzipped my pants, reached into my shorts and fondled my cock until it was hard, at which time she stopped and put it back into my shorts. After that she asked Rick if he wanted to warm up Randi. Rick said yes and stopped the van so that Gina could take over the driving. He then came back and began playing with my wife’s tits and pussy. I could tell by the sound of her squealing and purring that she was enjoying it.
When we arrived at the barn Rick removed our blindfolds and we got out of the van. Several men and women from the group greeted us, and we were escorted to the front door. Several women made lewd comments to Gina about my butt and the obvious bulge in my pants, and I heard some of the guys talking to Rick about how hot and sexy Randi looked in her low-cut top and tight skirt.
We were welcomed at the door by Dr. Sara and Dr. Ted, who, as it turned out, were the host and hostess, as they owned the property. We paid our ten-dollar entry fee, and were then escorted in and given a guided tour by Rick and Gina. After being shown over the whole place, we went down to the main room, where we were again greeted by the doctors and asked if we were ready.
Randi and I looked at each other and then kissed, which drew cheers and applause from the crowd. There were thirty-two couples there including us, the only singles apparently being a quartet of pretty young waitresses stationed behind the bar.
Dr. Ted got up in the front of the room and said a few words, welcoming us to the group. Gina then led me to a seat, while Rick led Randi up onto the little stage. Dr. Ted then explained that the ceremony would begin with Randi having sex with every male member of the group. Each of them would start by kissing, sucking and licking her tits, and then eating her pussy. After that they would fuck her until they were ready to come, at which point they would pull out of her pussy and deliver their hard cocks to her mouth for her to suck and swallow their loads when they came.
After that, the doctor went on, it would be my turn. I was to pleasure each of the ladies in the group, kissing them, sucking their breasts and eating their pussies. Then I would be expected to fuck them until they came–and all this without coming myself. If I did lose control, Gina, as my sponsor, would have to swallow my load, and I would have to go on with my task as soon as she could get me hard again.
After he finished, Dr. Ted asked Randi and I if we still wanted to continue. Both of us said yes.
Gina sat down in my lap as the festivities began. Rick, as Randi’s sponsor, went first with her. He began by kissing her, then started to unbutton her top. When it was open he removed it and placed it on a table. He then removed her skirt, which brought applause from the group, both men and women.
The next to go was her bra. As the crowd murmured in approval, Rick reached for her tits and played with them, getting her nipples very hard. He then removed her matching panties, revealing her shaggy bush.
Then came a surprise. “Looks like the lady needs a shave,” Rick said. And at that point an exam table was rolled onto the stage. Rick lifted Randi onto it, secured her legs in the stirrups and spread them wide. One of the waitresses brought in a tray containing a bowl of warm water, several small towels, a set of trimmers, a razor, shaving cream and lotion.
Rick then told Randi to lie perfectly still while he shaved her. Randi just nodded. I knew that she had not shaved herself completely clean in a decade, but the idea was exciting to me, and evidently to her too.
Rick used the trimmers first, then shaved her clean, doing a very efficient job. Everyone applauded as, at Rick’s request, she got off the exam table and showed the crowd her pretty shaved pussy.
Now another table was brought out, this one a padded affair in the shape of an X. Rick lifted Randi onto it, secured her wrists above her head with padded Velcro straps, then raised her legs at the knee and secured her ankles with the same type of straps, explaining that this was only to make sure that she didn’t roll off the table and hurt herself in the throes of orgasm. He also said that he would remove the restraints if they bothered her at any time, to which Randi replied breathlessly that being tied up was one of her favorite fantasies. Which was true.
Rick then started by kissing her again. Then he began to suck on her tits as if he was enjoying his last meal. Finally he moved down her body and ate her pussy until she came, panting and sweating with her release.
He then moved up by her head and sat down on a stool, where he proceeded to murmur into her ear from time to time, while each of the other thirty men in turn kissed, sucked and ate her to orgasm. Also during this time Gina, sitting in my lap, did her very best to keep me hard, which was not difficult what with her gyrating and bumping and grinding, combined with the spectacle of what was happening to my wife.
When the last man had finished eating Randi’s pussy, Rick released her, picked her up and carried her into the lounge, where she was allowed to use the ladies’ room. She returned looking tired but radiant. Rick placed her back on the table, and asked her if she wanted to be restrained again or not. She said yes, and he quickly complied.
Rick then began to explore Randi’s pussy with his fingers. Removing them, he called for some lubrication, at which point one of the waitresses came over and started to eat Randi’s cunt, until she was wet enough for penetration. At that point Rick removed his clothing, and all the other men did the same, so that there would be no delay between fucks. Rick then asked Randi if she was ready.
“Oh God, yes!” she moaned, her head rolling from side to side. “Fuck me now!”
Rick moved between her legs and placed his cockhead at her entrance. He teased her a little at first, and when she begged him again he pushed with everything he had into her hot pussy.
After about fifteen minutes Rick announced that he was getting close, and that the next man should get ready. When the second guy moved up, Rick pulled his cock out of Randi’s pussy with a pop and moved up to the top of the table. Before he could get his cock into Randi’s mouth the second guy was fucking her pussy. After he shoved his dick into her moaning mouth, it only took about thirty seconds before he yelled and shot his load down her throat. Randi sucked him dry and then licked his cock clean.
I sat there and watched as all the other men fucked my wife and then shot their loads down her throat. Except for maybe two or three drops, she managed to take all of their come into her stomach. After the last guy was finished, Rick released Randi from the table and carried her off to the shower room to clean up. They were gone for a while, and I later found out that Rick had fucked her again in the shower.
When they returned, Gina took me by the hand and led me up to the stage. There she started removing my clothes, while the music of “The Stripper” played in the background. Once she’d gotten me completely naked she had the exam table brought out and had me get up on it. She then announced to the crowd that I too was to be shaved.
Securing me in the Velcro straps, Gina then proceeded to remove all the hair from my crotch, doing as elegant a job as her husband had done on my wife. Finished, she released me and had me stand with my legs spread so that everyone could see. The ladies in the group all hooted and hollered, and even the men applauded. I felt a little silly, but I couldn’t deny my arousal.
Gina then led me the front of the stage, where she got on her knees and proceeded to suck on my cock to get it as hard as possible. She then rose and took off all her clothes, after which she went over to the X-shaped table and lay down on it, beckoning to me.
I started by kissing her, and then moved my mouth down her body, spending a long time enjoying her tits. After that I kissed my way down her stomach and moved between her legs, where I ate her sweet pussy for all I was worth, until she came on my tongue. I then stood up and brought my cock to her pussy, entering her nice and slow until I bottomed out. I then fucked her until she screamed out that she was coming.
After Gina got up from the table the next lady arrived, already naked and willing. I followed the same procedure with her, and with the next four women, and though I managed to keep from coming, it was getting harder and harder, especially when I considered that I still had another twenty-five or so to go!
The next woman was a gorgeous blonde with a truly scrumptious body, and as hard as I tried, I couldn’t hold out any more. I cried out that I was about to come, and Gina, who had placed herself on her knees at my feet to be ready for just such an emergency, yelled at me to pull out. When I did, she stuffed me into her mouth and swallowed every drop of my already spurting jism.
After that, in accordance with the rules, Gina had to lick me and suck me until she got me hard again and I was ready to go on. As she did so I looked around at all the women, now either naked or getting that way in preparation for me, which speeded up the process considerably.
I was able to get through the remaining females without coming again, though it took a great deal of restraint on my part. By the end I was doing so well that I volunteered to take on the four waitresses as well.
After I had finished, Gina took me to the shower room. There she sucked on my cock again briefly, and then lay down on one of the benches and asked me to fuck her hard and fast, but not to come until she told me. I did my best, and she came twice before sitting up and taking my dick into her mouth. “Okay,” she said around my cock, and when I blew my load about ten seconds later it felt like I was spewing a river down her throat. Gina swallowed all of it and then kissed me. We took a shower and returned to the main room.
By this time it was nearly three o’clock in the morning, and I didn’t see Randi anywhere. I asked Dr. Sara where she was, and she pointed to a TV screen on the wall, one of about a dozen that had been hidden behind a curtain while our initiation had taken place. Dr. Sara explained that there were hidden cameras in each of the private rooms, which transmitted everything that went on to these screens. I looked at the one Dr. Sara had indicated, and there was my wife, straddling a naked Dr. Ted and riding his cock wildly, while Rick fucked her ass from behind and a third guy stood in front of her, fucking her mouth.
A few minutes later Gina came over to me with a very young woman who she introduced as Lily. Gina said that she and Lily wanted to have some fun with me. They took me upstairs to one of the private rooms, where they first made love to each other while I watched, and then jumped me. They took turns licking me, and then each of them rode my cock in turn while I ate the other one. I brought them both off with my mouth, and when I was close to coming Lily, who was riding me at the time, got off and took my dick in her mouth, swallowing my jism and sucking me dry.
This was a mind-blowing adventure for Randi and me, and now that we are full-flown members of the group, we go to the get-togethers as often as our family and work commitments allow. We also still get together privately with Rick and Gina, as they live just across the street. In addition, we recently recruited a new young couple who moved in down the block only last month. As their sponsors, we will have the pleasure of conducting their initiation, and we are really looking forward to that!–B.V., Lincoln, Nebraska
When I first started working at my new job, I introduced my lovely wife Jill to the folks at my office, including my new boss, Max, a well-built and distinguished-looking older man. I admit I sensed some chemistry between them, but I disregarded it, thinking nothing would come of it. I had no idea then of the sordid tale of lust and depravity that would unfold as a result of their future encounters.
Jill is an attractive green-eyed brunette with long dark brown hair, long sculpted legs, a round tight ass, a slim waist and fairly large, natural breasts. Back then she generally dressed in a conservative manner, but nothing could hide her natural charms.
We started dating in high school, and then married after college. Jill had no sexual experience outside our relationship, but she never expressed any regrets, and we had an active, although fairly traditional sex life. We had been happily married for five years when she first met Max.
Their second encounter took place a few weeks later, at a company party. This time his open display of desire for her created some immediate sexual tension, but she chose to ignore him for most of the evening, not even seeming to recognize his advances for what they truly were.
Max, though somewhat older than Jill and me, had the tall, muscular build of a former athlete. He had a reputation as a ladies’ man and a homewrecker, who enjoyed the company of young married women. But it wasn’t until about a year ago, at their third meeting, that he really began to put the moves on my wife.
It was at another party at a friend’s home. We were all drinking and feeling good, and after a few drinks Jill let her guard down and acquiesced to Max’s invitation to dance. The dancing did not end with one song, but continued through much of the evening. As more drinks were consumed and the evening wore on, the music got slower, and the two of them were not so much dancing as swaying in each other’s arms.
While I was aware of what was going on, I did not intervene, feeling that it was up to Jill to resolve the situation one way or another. Besides, I was strangely aroused by Max’s pursuit of my conservative wife. I did have some serious jealousy issues with this display, but I was also getting a hard-on in my pants!
On the dance floor, Max was turning up the heat a bit, grinding his body into hers and lowering his hands from her back to her tight ass. Jill looked over at me once in a while, but somehow seemed unable, or unwilling, to ward off the ardent advances of my boss. No light could be seen between their bodies as he rubbed against the smooth fabric of her silk blouse, arousing her nipples to their fully erect state.
As the music went on, Max inserted one of his legs between hers, humping her gently as they continued their slow dance. Still later he began groping her ass through the short skirt that now crawled up around her crotch, exposing her garters and the soft white flesh of her thighs. The music, the liquor and her own sexual sensations were obviously having an effect on her as she looked over at me with drooping eyelids, as though asking me to understand. I wasn’t sure I did, but I still made no move to stop her.
Max and Jill had by now attracted the attention of most of the others. As the night wore on, many folks departed for home, but those who remained continued to watch the show. After a while Max, being a bit of an exhibitionist, danced my wife closer to the seating area where everyone was lounging on couches and chairs, watching them. By now Jill’s blouse was unbuttoned well past her bra, and the upper slopes of her breasts were clearly visible. Max’s hands were now under her skirt. She was almost panting as his fingers worked beneath the fabric, sliding up over her thigh. Then her back arched and she gasped loudly, and although I couldn’t know for certain, I was fairly sure that he had actually slipped a finger inside her.
I couldn’t deny the excitement I felt at witnessing this display, and I wasn’t the only one. Two other couples were busy amongst themselves in a dim corner of the room. Our host and hostess had retired, presumably to satisfy their aroused urges in their own bed. The only other guests remaining were Bob, a colleague of mine from work, and Ken and Larry, two of Max’s buddies. Those three were sitting on the couch, drinking and smoking as they watched the action with evident enthusiasm.
Jill appeared slightly confused, but her reddened cheeks, gasping breath and uninhibited responses to Max’s touch betrayed her arousal. The hot little outfit that she had worn that evening was not in her usual conservative mode I had been surprised to see her put on the tight silk blouse, the short slit skirt, the lace bra with matching thong and garter belt, the silk stockings and five inch heels. Now a sneaking suspicion occurred to me. She had known that Max would be at this party. Had she put all that on for him?
Rather than stand in the corner and drink alone, I joined the group on the couch. As I say, I was jealous, but also incredibly aroused, and very curious to see where Max was going to take this. By now it was fairly obvious that Jill was going to let him do whatever he chose.
Close up, Max’s huge erection was very evident. He was practically dry-humping Jill now, and she couldn’t help responding to the monolithic organ that rubbed against her delicate panties. I could hardly believe my eyes when Max pulled those soaked panties down, and she stepped out of them. Now in a sexual trance, she unzipped his trousers and pulled out his huge, snake-like member. She then drew the stiff and shiny serpent toward her crotch, sliding the mushroom tip against the lips of her pussy as she and Max stood toe to toe, grinding to the rhythm of the music.
Jill may have been oblivious to her surroundings, but Max was not. He looked over and winked at his buddies, and at me, as he actually started to fuck my drunken wife. Most of his huge member remained exposed as he clutched at her ass and lifted her up and down over its tip. I was completely engrossed in this display. Not only had my wife never been fucked outside our marriage she had never even expressed an interest in another man. But now she was exposing a new side of herself, and as much as it thrilled me, I couldn’t help wondering about what this newfound liberation might mean for the future.
Max’s two buddies were still hungrily watching the action, as was my colleague Bob. As things now heated up, Ken and Larry unzipped their pants and started stroking their sizeable cocks. Seeing this, Bob followed suit. I realized that my newly sex-inflamed wife could be in for a full-fledged gang bang. The thought almost made me whip out my own cock and start jerking off myself.
With her short skirt now up around her waist, I watched as Jill awkwardly spread her legs and tried to work more of Max’s dick inside her. She was moaning now, begging him to stuff it into her. They humped obscenely on the dance floor until I saw her shudder with her first climax of the night.
Max now carried my wife over to the large sofa where the four of us were watching, and sat her down so that she was sprawling over the edge. Her breasts had finally burst out of her bra and now lay exposed to all of us, as Larry, Ken and Bob continued to jack off to the sight of her. Standing over my lust-crazed wife, Max grabbed her by the ankles and spread her legs, pulling them up till her heels pointed to the ceiling. The backs of her calves rested on his shoulders as he stood there, easing himself into her. She squealed, moaned and bucked in a lust-induced frenzy.
When he was balls-deep inside her, Max paused briefly to let her catch her breath. He stood there for a moment without moving, admiring how hot she looked with him buried to the hilt inside her. She did indeed look magnificent. Her skirt was gathered around her waist. One of her garters had come loose and the stocking had slipped down to just above her knee. Her breasts billowed over the lacy bra, and pushed their way through her open silk blouse as they rose and fell with her heavy breathing. Her hair was disheveled and fell beautifully down around her lovely, passion-twisted face.
After savoring this sight for a long moment, Max began fucking my wife’s brains out, slowly at first, then ramming himself into her in a pussy-pounding frenzy that lasted a good seven or eight minutes, bringing her to a series of screaming orgasms. Her tits bounced up and down with his thrusts, her eyes closed, her mouth open, gasping for air and panting for still more of his cock.
Having been there, I could imagine how Max was feeling at that moment, as he neared his climax inside my squirming, whimpering wife. I watched him plunge his cock one last time into Jill’s box, watched his body stiffen and his eyes roll into the back of his head as he shot his load of come deep inside her. The illicit pleasure of watching him squirting his jism into my wife was almost more intense than if I had been doing it myself. And when I heard her moaning with pleasure and saw her squeeze every last drop from him with her vaginal muscles, I could barely control the crazy lust that flooded through my veins.
If I had thought that my wife would now come to her senses and be horrified at what she had done, I couldn’t have been more wrong. I watched in amazement as Jill calmly stood up, with Max’s come dripping down her legs, then took his hand and led him down the hallway to one of the bedrooms.
We all followed as Jill, still wearing her high heels, wobbled her way to the bed. This was getting hotter by the moment. Max quickly stripped her disordered clothes from her, rendering her completely naked, and then proceeded to undress himself as she spread out on the bed. As he did so, the other three guys undressed also. With difficulty I restrained myself from joining them. Now nude, they resumed the stroking of their dicks, waiting to see what would happen next.
Max lay on the bed. His dick was still flaccid after his climax, and Jill began stroking him gently. Then she went down on him, tenderly sucking him back to life. By now I was almost beyond being shocked by her actions, but not beyond being driven crazy by them. I could hear myself breathing hard as my wife used her mouth on her new lover. She worked the underside of his cock with her tongue, and took his balls into her mouth one at a time. She licked and kissed and sucked him until he spasmed again as he shot his come into her mouth.
When she was finished with Max, Jill motioned for Larry to join her on the bed. Now it was official she was offering herself for a gang bang, and that was surely what she was going to get.
Larry slid onto the bed and caressed Jill’s shoulders. She responded by French-kissing him softly, and then lay back and waited for him to take the lead. He positioned himself on top of her and spread her legs. I was jumping out of my skin at this point, seeing my wife being taken by her second stud lover of the evening. He placed her legs over his broad shoulders and bent down to kiss her as he entered her. She shook with pleasure as he worked his large, thick shaft inside her. She writhed beneath him as he slid himself all the way in and started fucking her, slowly at first, and then very hard and fast.
My wife was almost folded in half as Larry continued to kiss her moaning mouth while pounding her like a drum. From my position I could see his eight inches pistoning in and out of her. I could hear her gasps and cries as each deliberate thrust left her begging for more between kisses. He screwed her for about a half an hour, making her come again and again before he climaxed inside her and they fell in a heap on the bed.
After a minute Larry rolled off the bed and was replaced by Ken, who flipped her over onto her stomach, pulled her up to her knees and easily slid his stiff and ready dick into my delirious wife, beginning a relentless doggie-style fuck. As his pole hammered in and out of her, he kneaded her tits with his large hands. Her head and shoulders rested on the bed, gasps and cries of ecstasy coming almost continuously from her mouth as Ken held onto her hips and rammed himself repeatedly up her pussy.
Ken did her several ways, sometimes screwing her slowly while intimately caressing her and kissing her wet, open mouth, at other times pounding her with a savage intensity that brought sounds from her that I had never heard before. Finally, after about forty-five minutes, he pulled out of her and grunted as he shot a huge load of hot white come all over her body.
Then it was Bob’s turn. He looked a little nervous, but there was no way he could not take what Jill was offering. He got onto the bed and climbed on top of her. He clumsily inserted his rock-hard pale dick inside her and began to fuck her missionary-style. He screwed her without rhythm or any concern for anything but his own pleasure. Nonetheless, he gave it to her good and hard, and Jill fucked him back as best she could. He sweated profusely, the perspiration dripping from his brow onto her chest as he pumped away at her, his white cock gleaming with her juices as it went in and out of her sloppy pussy. There was a goofy grin on his face as he finally shot his load deep into my wife’s bucking body.
When he pulled out of her, Jill quickly moved down on the bed and took his slick willy into her mouth, giving him a thorough cleaning with her lips and tongue. Slurping some of the come that still coated his cock into her mouth, she obscenely slushed it around, then let it dribble out between her lips and pushed it back in with her fingers, looking into Bob’s eyes as she swallowed it down.
The gang bang was over–at least for now. Looking at my dreamily smiling wife lying on the bed, with come oozing out of her and patches of it covering her body, I knew that our lives would never be the same again. Certainly not my work life. Not only had my boss fucked the shit out of my gorgeous wife, but a coworker had done so as well. Bob, who by now had zipped up and taken off, would surely take these stories back to the office. But that would not be the only repercussion. This evening had changed Jill in the course of a few hours from a rather reserved suburban wife into a sexually depraved love slave. And I wasn’t sure what, if anything, I wanted to do about it.
After a brief rest, Max and his friends became aroused again. Meanwhile Jill had gone into the bathroom to clean off a bit. Upon her return the guys proceeded to take their pleasure with her all over again, and they fucked her for the next three hours, to her unflagging delight. It seemed that this was the night for Jill to explore all kinds of things she had never previously considered, including letting Max fuck her in the ass, something she’d never done with me. He inserted just the tip of his cock into her backside at first, working it around for a while before sliding more and more of it inside her. By the time he was all the way in she was moaning like crazy and even pushing back at him. He let it rest deep inside her for a few moments, and then began pounding it in and out with frenetic speed. Jill started squalling so loudly that at first I thought he was hurting her, but it was soon clear that they were cries of the most intense pleasure. When he was through she happily let the other studs have her that way as well.
Before the evening was over, Max, Larry and Ken had enjoyed my wife every way there was and in every possible combination, taking her individually and together, until they all fell asleep, exhausted. As there was no room left for me on the bed, I found another bedroom next door and sacked out there, leaving my wife sleeping with her trio of new lovers.
When I awoke, I heard the sounds of gasping and groaning from the next room, and realized that Jill and her friends were enjoying an early-morning session. By the time I got dressed and went back to that room, they had finished their fucking, and all three of the men were having their cocks cleaned off by my wife’s eager and talented tongue. It was only when she had finished this task to their satisfaction, and her own, that she was ready to get dressed and let me take her home.
In the days following this liberating experience, Jill appeared to be penitent and excited by turns. But I could sense that the penitence was the result of her feeling that she had somehow betrayed me, rather than any innate guilt about her own actions. So I proceeded to reassure her that I did not blame her, and that I had in fact enjoyed watching her encounter with the men. We were both relieved to realize that our marriage was not in serious jeopardy.
Jill actually thought I had been somewhat rude that morning, when I had hurried her away from the guys without, as she felt, allowing her to say a proper good-bye. She thought we should invite the three men over to our place for a courtesy cocktail to ensure there were no hard feelings. That was how she put it, and whatever her true motivations, I was not about to object. So I agreed to ask Max, Larry and Ken over for a drink.
Jill was a little on edge when the evening of their visit arrived, and so was I, wondering what was going to happen. The tension was increased by the fact that when the three of them showed up it turned out that they had also brought another man, a friend of Max’s named Zack, who I didn’t know. He was tall and muscular, slightly younger than the others, and probably, I thought, at least as well hung. I was pretty sure now that Max and his friends expected more than conversation this evening. And when I saw Jill’s eyes light up at the sight of this fourth man, so did I.
We all sat down in the living room and made polite conversation for a while, but I could see that Jill was keyed up, and that the men were looking at her with open hunger. At one point I excused myself to go to the bathroom, and when I returned I found Jill locked in the passionate embrace of Max, dancing to some smooth jazz coming from the radio.
Max looked me in the eye as I entered the room, then pulled Jill closer, put his mouth over hers and kissed her deeply. She immediately put her arms around him and kissed him back, pressing herself against his body.
After some intimate groping and deep, slow, open-mouthed kissing, Max removed Jill’s top and skirt, revealing her body in a black lace bra and matching thong. Obviously she had at least suspected that the evening might develop this way.
Max was wasting no time. He pulled her thong down her luscious thighs, then lifted her breasts out of her bra cups, revealing swollen nipples. She looked delicious and vulnerable standing in just her useless bra and her high-heeled black pumps in front of the other men. She had recently shaved her bush, and traces of moisture could be clearly seen on her pussy lips and the inside of her thighs.
She and Max now continued their slow dance as the rest of us looked on, until Max suddenly knelt down before her and began running his massive pink tongue up and down her slit. She moaned in pleasure, holding the back of his head to steady herself as her body quaked with orgasm. After he had pleasured her for a time, he stood up, running his large hands over the soft white flesh of her ass and torso, and finally kissing her deeply, sharing the taste of her. When he released her and stepped back, my heavily breathing wife suggested that the entire group continue the party in bed. She pulled off the hanging bra and, completely nude but for her shoes, led the way to our bedroom.
My wife’s second group sex session was slower-paced and more intimate than the first. It started with each of the men enjoying her individually, and since she was less passive and more assertive than the last time, there was an atmosphere of real lovemaking as well as pure lust. Jill treated each of them like a familiar lover, with much intimate touching and open-mouthed kissing, and they responded accordingly. This awakened my jealousy somewhat, but as before, any negative feelings were easily overwhelmed by my passionate arousal as I watched them.
The new man, Zack, had also limited himself to watching as Max, Ken and Larry did their thing with my wife. When they had all spent themselves upon her and she was dripping with their juices, she turned to him and smiled seductively. With the others urging him on, Zack stood up and began to remove his clothes. When he stripped off his shorts I saw that his cock was smaller in diameter than those of his friends, but a few inches longer. It had the appearance of a spear rather than a bat.
Jill, once again completely lost in a daze of lust, immediately took to her new playmate. She was enchanted with his member, and urgently began sucking its tip, then quickly worked her mouth down over the shaft, taking as much of him as she could as he stood by the side of the bed.
After a minute Zack pulled away from her and turned her so that she was lying crosswise on the bed on her back, with her head dangling over the side of the mattress. He then placed his hands on her cheeks and brought his sword to her now upside down mouth, slowly working it into the depths of her throat. As Jill became accustomed to taking this sword, he pulled it out and then pushed it in again until she was swallowing him smoothly each time, learning the art of deep-throating right in front of our eyes. I was incredibly turned on. As when Max had fucked her ass, I’d never seen my wife take it like this before.
When Zack tired of fucking Jill’s mouth, he stood her up, bent her over the edge of the bed and quickly entered her from behind. She arched her back at his first stroke, and continued to react to his pumping as though he was stabbing her with that long blade of his, though the stabs were delivering pricks of pleasure rather than pain. Reaching for her head, he turned her face to his and kissed her roughly and deeply. Their tongues dueled, their open mouths emitting gasps and moans as they went on kissing and fucking. Jill was truly sex-crazed, her eyes rolling back in her head, her eyelids drooping.
I couldn’t believe what I was watching. This man was rocking her world like no one before, and she was fucking him back like a sex-mad beast. Zack was using her body for his own pleasure, but she didn’t care. She was lost in the moment, taking the hot meat he offered in any way he chose. She was a wild animal, grunting and gasping, her body writhing and jerking spasmodically to the rhythm of his strokes.
After Jill came, shouting out her ecstasy like a banshee, Zack removed himself from her pussy and shoved several fingers inside her. When he removed them they were covered with her juices, and with the jism that had been deposited there by the men who had preceded him. He began using these juices to lube her asshole. Jill continued to moan as he did so, squeezing her tits with one hand and massaging her clit with the other as he inserted his fingers inside her anus. Soon she was begging him to stop teasing her and put his dick in there where it belonged!
Zack slowly inserted the tip of his dick into her still tight anus and began the process of maneuvering himself into her narrow back passage. He worked his dick around a bit to relax her, and then began to move in and out with slow careful movements, sliding in another fraction of an inch with each successive stroke. Deeper and deeper he went, until finally, with several inches still to go, he got impatient and shoved himself up to his balls inside her. Jill’s scream was one of pure delight, and she was soon pumping back at him and begging him to fuck her asshole harder, faster and deeper.
I was ready to come in my pants. Here was my gorgeous, formerly innocent wife, begging yet another horny stranger to fuck the blazes out of her asshole. He was pulling her toward him forcefully by the hips and shoving his mast deep inside, then pulling out almost completely and doing it all over again. I could actually see the inside of her ass gripping him as he pulled out. She was in a complete frenzy.
Finally, when he was ready, he pulled out of her, turning her over rapidly and pulling her open mouth toward his cock. He then loosed a sea of come all over her face, hair and neck. Jill loved it. When he finished coming she eagerly took his cockhead into her mouth and sucked it clean, swallowing whatever remaining juice she found there.
Shortly after that the men left, but not before Jill had invited them to come back again any time they felt like it, whether individually or as a group. And to bring their friends.
Now a new phase of our life began. For weeks after that, the men would show up on our doorstep almost every night, sometimes just one of them, more often two or three, occasionally all four. In addition, it seemed that every few days a new stud would show up along with them, to be introduced into my wife’s posse of lovers. Jill seemed to need all the cock they could give her. They would make love to her for hours, and occasionally even stay overnight. I would often be awakened in the morning by the sounds of their passion.
For a while I was still incredibly turned on each time, watching her fuck all these strangers. But after a time, I no longer watched every session. When I did I would still become aroused, but the fact is that my own lovemaking sessions with Jill were becoming mechanical and somewhat stilted. I also became concerned when the neighbors began talking about the unfamiliar cars and all the men coming over to our place at night. But when I tried to talk to Jill about this she simply shrugged. She couldn’t help herself now, she told me. She was addicted to sex, lots of sex, and to big cocks, the more the better. She was excited by the new, strange cocks that showed up more and more frequently. She had been liberated, she said, and since I had done nothing to stop her, I had no right to complain now. However, I was finally able to talk her into a compromise. She promised to stop the men from coming over without invitation, and I agreed to set up a couple of situations a month where she could continue to get a good fucking by as many men as she could handle.
After that the traffic at our house seemed to stop, and things began to feel almost normal again. We agreed to work on our own relationship, and to try and spice things up a bit in an attempt to cure her addiction to strange cock.
One day I decided to surprise Jill by coming home unexpectedly for lunch, hoping, in the spirit of our new relationship, to inspire her to join me for a good old-fashioned nooner. As I walked in the front door I heard noises, and thinking the TV was on in the master bedroom, I walked to the back of the house, expecting to find my wife busy with some household chore. She was busy, all right, but not with what you would call housework.
As I walked down the hallway, I heard the telltale moans and groans that told me exactly what was going on. Sure enough, Jill was on the bed with three men I had never seen before, and was being penetrated front and back by two of them while happily deep-throating the third. She had an almost demented look in her eye and was growling like an animal, hungrily gulping at the huge cock fucking her face.
The men quickly pulled away from her as I walked in, and Jill slowly came out of her fog of lust and passion, her eyes growing wide as she saw me, her flushed face slowly assuming an expression of both guilt and defiance. I turned and walked quickly out of the house, not even wanting to hear her explanation.
When I came home that evening I had cooled down a bit, but I was still angry that she had broken our agreement. Jill was apologetic, but she said again that she just couldn’t help herself she couldn’t do without sex with strangers, and the couple of times a month we had agreed upon was just not enough. Before we had even finished our conversation there was a knock at the door. It was two men who Jill had met while shopping the day before, and had invited over. She took them into the bedroom, and I stayed where I was and listened to the sounds of their lovemaking through the walls.
I didn’t know what to do. I still loved my wife, and a part of me was still excited by the things that now excited her. But it was obvious that things could not go on this way if we were to lead any kind of normal life.
That night, after her latest lovers had left, I suggested to Jill that we take a vacation, just to give us some space to try to work things out. She said she didn’t see how that would help, as she would still have the same needs and desires after we came back. I didn’t either, actually, but it was the only thing I could think of to do at the moment. So we agreed to take a break and go for a week in Las Vegas, which Jill had always wanted to see.
If I thought a trip to a new location would at least put my wife’s hunger for strange men on hold, I was wrong again. On our first night in Vegas we went to one of the big casinos on the Strip. Jill was wearing a very low-cut, clingy red dress, blatantly designed to act as a man-magnet. Soon after we arrived I went to the bar to get us a couple of drinks, and when I came back Jill was standing at a craps table with a middle-aged guy who already had his arm around her waist. He was pressing her close to him as he handed her the dice and asked her to shoot for him, which she did. Then he whispered something in her ear. At that point she caught sight of me, said something to the guy and came over to where I was.
“You won’t believe this,” she said. “That man thinks I’m a hooker. He asked me how much I’d charge him to go to bed with me!” She giggled.
“So tell him you’ll do it for free,” I said, a little irritated. “Tell him to bring some of his friends along while he’s at it. That’s what you want to do, isn’t it?”
“Yes, but what’s wrong with making a little money at the same time?” my surprising wife said. “What do you think he’d say if I told him it would cost a thousand dollars?”
“Damn, you aim high,” I said, and I shrugged. “Well, he looks like a high roller. Maybe he’ll go for it. But are you sure you want to do that?”
“Yes!” she said, and her eyes were gleaming. “Do you want to watch?”
“Yes, I do,” I said, and I did. “But he might not go for that.”
“Let’s find out,” Jill said, and before I could react she took me by the hand and led me over to the table, where the guy was still standing, watching her. “My rate is a thousand dollars,” she said to him. “That includes anything you want. This is my pimp,” she added, indicating me as I tried to keep a straight face, “and he stays with me all the time. Do you still want it?”
The man was obviously taken aback, but the way his eyes were crawling over her body I knew he would agree to her terms. Finally he nodded. He had a room in the hotel that housed the casino, and the three of us proceeded to the elevator. As the doors closed, Jill turned to him, plastered herself against his body from shoulders to knees and gave him a long, open-mouthed kiss that nearly had him coming right there.
Jill was as hot as he was. When we emerged from the elevator she started pulling off her dress as we walked down the hall toward his room. By the time he’d unlocked the door she had her bra off. It was a good thing there was no one else around at that moment. Inside the room she knelt in front of him in just her panties and heels, unzipped his pants and pulled out his tool. I only got a quick glimpse of it before it disappeared into her mouth. All of it.
The man–his name, as it turned out, was Ray–wasn’t able to hold out for long against the voraciousness of my wife’s mouth. He cried out as he shot his load into her throat, and Jill swallowed it all down and released his dick with a long, lingering suck. Ray staggered over to the bed and sat down. But Jill was just getting started. She stood up and faced him as she slowly took off her panties. “Want to eat me, baby?” she cooed. “Eat my pussy and then fuck me? Hmmm?” She bent and kissed him again, then pushed him down on the bed and crawled over him until her crotch was over his mouth. Ray reached up to take hold of her tits as he proceeded to lick her to orgasm. By then he was hard again, and Jill moved down to straddle his hips, taking his dick into her body and bouncing up and down. She was moaning now, and she came twice more before he shot into her pussy.
Ray thought he was done, but he didn’t reckon with my wife. She wouldn’t let him go. She put her mouth on him again and licked and sucked him to yet another erection, after which she pulled him on top of her and spread her legs. I was jumping out of my skin at this point, seeing my wife being taken by her second stud lover of the evening. He placed her legs over his broad shoulders and bent down to kiss her as he entered her. She shook with pleasure as he worked his large, thick shaft inside her. She writhed beneath him as he slid himself all the way in and started fucking her, slowly at first, and then very hard and fast.
My wife was almost folded in half as Larry continued to kiss her moaning mouth while pounding her like a drum. From my position I could see his eight inches pistoning in and out of her. I could hear her gasps and cries as each deliberate thrust left her begging for more between kisses. He screwed her for about a half an hour, making her come again and again before he climaxed inside her and they fell in a heap on the bed.
After a minute Larry rolled off the bed and was replaced by Ken, who flipped her over onto her stomach, pulled her up to her knees and easily slid his stiff and ready dick into my delirious wife, beginning a relentless doggie-style fuck. As his pole hammered in and out of her, he kneaded her tits with his large hands. Her head and shoulders rested on the bed, gasps and cries of ecstasy coming almost continuously from her mouth as Ken held onto her hips and rammed himself repeatedly up her pussy.
Ken did her several ways, sometimes screwing her slowly while intimately caressing her and kissing her wet, open mouth, at other times pounding her with a savage intensity that brought sounds from her that I had never heard before. Finally, after about forty-five minutes, he pulled out of her and grunted as he shot a huge load of hot white
My wife Shelly and I are in our early thirties. I’d screwed around quite a bit before we met, but when I found Shelly I realized this was it, and I settled down. We were married two years later. She was twenty-one at the time, a beautiful girl, five feet six and one hundred fifteen pounds, with firm 36C breasts, long legs and a lovely curvaceous ass, along with short dark hair and an impudent smile. We were very happy.
Eight years and two babies later we hit bottom when I discovered she was having an affair with my oldest friend, Tim. After a week of anger and recriminations, I admitted that I had been too wrapped up in my job, and that the fault was mine as much as hers. We decided that we both wanted to keep our family together, and that we would both work hard to get past what had happened.
Two years later, when the events I want to tell you about took place, we were well into our recovery, having fun and communicating again. Shelly had lost the twenty-five pounds she’d gained. Her tummy wasn’t quite as flat as it used to be and her breasts were a little heavier, but her hips had regained their smooth curve, and our sex life was terrific. I had some vacation time coming, and I decided we should leave the kids with friends and get away for a few days. I made arrangements for us to fly to a small island in the Caribbean, one which I knew had not yet been overrun by tourists. I told Shelly only that we were going to a beach in the sun.
We left on a Wednesday morning, and a couple of hours later we were looking down at beautiful white coral reefs sparkling in an azure sea. Shelly was spellbound, and hugged me over and over again in appreciation of her surprise.
The plane landed at one of the larger islands, from which we took a ferry to our destination. At the dock we found a small taxi, which the driver told us was the only one on the island.
We were bedazzled by our first close-up view of the sea and the deserted white beach where we would spend the next few days. It was five in the afternoon when the taxi dropped us at a white wooden lodge set back
among the palm trees, with a dozen or so small white cabins behind it. Shelly was totally excited by the beautiful place. A Scandinavian couple ran the lodge, and when I checked in I commented on how quiet it was. The guy explained that the season had been over for a couple of weeks, and we were the only guests, although three others were expected the next day.
Our cabin was small and cozy, with no TV or telephone. Shelly said it was absolutely beautiful, and thanked me again and again.
We unpacked our things and went for a stroll on the beach, then returned to the lodge for dinner, which was plain but good, and included an excellent bottle of wine. After dinner we went out and walked to the water’s edge, where we sat under the stars for a while before turning in. Though we were tired after our journey, we made slow sweet love, then slept like babies until sunrise.
After breakfast I gave Shelly a present I’d bought her especially for this trip. She gasped when she opened the small parcel and saw that it was a tiny light brown bikini that would match her tan, when she’d got one. She went into the bathroom to put it on, and though I thought I knew what to expect, I nearly choked when she came out. The effect was incredible. She looked like a scantily clad nymph whose clothing would blow away in the slightest gust of wind. The twin triangles of the top concealed little more than her nipples and areolae, while the bottom half barely covered her crotch, and was held together by a cute little bow on each hip. She spun around to give me the full effect.
“Wow,” I said. “You look unbelievable.” And taking hold of her elbows, I pulled her against my swelling cock. “I need to explore this before we do anything else,” I said, and putting my arms round her I lifted the bikini top and fondled her softness. She started grinding herself against me. Reaching down, I slid my hand inside the tiny bit of cloth and between her legs.
We were past the point of no return now. I bent my wife facedown over the back of the sofa and pushed my swim shorts to my ankles. She moaned in pleasure when I moved the bikini crotch to one side and began to rub my cock along her pussy lips, before pressing into her up to my balls.
“Oh yes, yes, fuck me. I want it now!” she moaned, and I did, fast and hard the way we both like it at times like that. When we were through she told me that if that was the effect her bikini had on me, we’d better find a really secluded beach.
I threw some towels, sunscreen and soft drinks into a beach bag while Shelly put on a long T-shirt over her bikini. We walked for a mile or so beside the gently lapping water until we came to a rocky outcrop of solidified lava. Climbing over it, we found a lovely strip of white sand, almost completely enclosed on the landward side by the rocks and by the dense scrub and palm trees that covered most of the island. I said, “I think we’ll be free from prying eyes here,” and Shelly smiled. She knew what was on my mind.
We had a wonderful day, skinny-dipping, sunbathing and making love. At three o’clock we headed back to the cabin for a shower and a nap.
By seven we were dressed for dinner. Shelly was wearing short shorts and a tube top that perfectly outlined the curves of her breasts and her prominent nipples. Soon after we sat down, three guys came in and sat at the table next to us. They had to be the new arrivals the proprietor had mentioned. We couldn’t help noticing their English accents. They were professional types of about our age, and they couldn’t take their eyes off Shelly.
The blond one with the receding hairline was particularly obvious, and after dinner he came over and introduced himself as Jerry. After making some small talk, he asked us what there was to do in the area. Since our cove was to the north of the lodge, I lied and said that the area to the south was beautiful, and had more activity than we’d seen elsewhere.
Soon his two buddies joined him and introduced themselves. Rudy was about five feet ten, dark-haired and very strongly built. The third one, Simon, also had dark hair, but was slimmer and taller than the other two. We chatted for a couple of minutes. They had been to a business conference in Miami, and when that ended had come to spend a few days here before flying home on Sunday afternoon. Shelly was charmed by their accents, and as we went back to our cabin she teased me, saying, “I think you’re jealous. Don’t you want them to find our cove and see me in my bikini?”
“No, I don’t,” I replied. “Didn’t you see how they were gawking at you all through dinner? I want tomorrow to be just like today.”
The next day we had another beautiful, sexy, undisturbed day, and I was very happy–until I suddenly got to thinking about some of my old fantasies, particularly those that involved watching my wife with other men. Suddenly just thinking about those three guys fucking Shelly made my throat go dry and my heart pound wildly. At one point, having just finished applying a coating of sunscreen to her beautiful naked body, I slid a couple of creamy fingers into her pussy and said, “If those three guys had found us, they would have seen you out of your bikini.” Shelly just moaned softly.
Removing my fingers, I slid my cock deep inside her and fucked her with long slow strokes. As I moved, I whispered in her ear, “What if they’d come and found us? This could be a strange cock inside you, with two more waiting their turn. That excites you, doesn’t it? Doesn’t it, baby?”
“You excite me,” she moaned.
I moved harder. “Imagine this is a big English cock that’s fucking you,” I whispered. Her legs clasped me tighter, and she cried out as her pussy spasmed on my shaft. My own excitement at the thought I’d planted in her mind quickly drove me over the edge, and we clung to each other silently, knowing our bodies had said it all.
That night I asked Shelly to wear her red sundress for dinner. It was cut low in the front and back, and clung sexily to her body, ending at mid-thigh. When she put it on I told her that the three English guys were going to have their dinner ruined, and she replied that she didn’t care, she just wanted to look good for me.
In the dining room, the three of them were again at the next table. Jerry sat facing Shelly, and I saw that he couldn’t take his eyes off her prominent cleavage, and the way her breasts jiggled every time she moved. The others gave her sidelong glances all through dinner. I could tell that Shelly was flattered, but determined not to show she’d noticed them. At one point I looked Jerry straight in the eye and whispered into Shelly’s ear that these guys were crazy in lust with her. The connection between Jerry and me was almost electric I knew that he knew what I was saying to her.
After a few minutes Jerry called out to ask us if we’d like to join them for another bottle of wine. I said sure, and guided Shelly to their table. We made a lot of small talk and jokes. Jerry was the most voluble talker, and Simon the quietest one. Shelly drank more wine than she had the night before, and was soon showing more breast and thigh than a married woman should. The guys flirted with her, but being well-brought-up Englishmen, they stopped short of being offensive.
Finally Rudy suggested a game of pool, and the others agreed. Shelly said it was okay if I wanted to stay a while, but she needed to crash. I walked her to our cabin, scared and exhilarated by what was going through my mind.
“You’re a lucky bugger,” Rudy blurted out as I rejoined them. “I’m surprised you came back. Your wife is gorgeous.”
“Yes, she is,” I responded. Then, with my heart pounding, I jumped right in. “If you’re interested,” I said, “I might be able to get her to take us all on.”
There was a dumfounded silence. “Wow” said Jerry. “That would be terrific!” Simon and Rudy nodded silently.
“This is a fantasy of mine,” I explained. “Shelly obviously likes you, you’re not from the States so we’ll never see you again, and this is the perfect setting.”
“You mean now?” asked Simon.
“No, she’s too out of it now. I don’t want to take advantage of her being drunk. She has to want it as much as we do. And I think she will.” I then told them about the cove, and suggested they get there at two o’clock the next afternoon. I told them to act surprised at finding us, then to follow my lead and we’d see how it went. Then I headed back to our cabin.
The next morning at breakfast, Shelly seemed a little embarrassed at the memory of how she had exposed herself the previous night, but when I pressed her she admitted that she had enjoyed the flirting. At that point I took the plunge. I told her that the guys had said she was gorgeous, and how they would all love to have sex with her. Then I told her that the idea of them joining us and fucking her excited me a lot.
Shelly wasn’t shocked or anything, but she seemed somewhat surprised. “What’s going on here?” she said. “I don’t get it. You were so upset that time when you found out about Tim and me that I thought you’d go nuts if another man touched me.”
I explained that this would be different, because in this case we would be together in an erotic adventure which I believed would make us appreciate each other even more. I asked her if the idea of three strange men fucking her didn’t excite her as well, but all she said was that she didn’t want to do anything that might hurt us. But I thought I saw the true answer in her eyes.
Back at the lodge we changed into our swimwear, and Shelly struck a sexy pose for me, saying, “If those guys find us I’m going to be very embarrassed in this!” I’m sure my reply was incoherent her remark had made me wonder if she suspected the arrangement I had made, and if so what she planned to do about it.
We walked in silence up the deserted beach, hand in hand, carrying our stuff. The sun was warm, shining out of a pure blue sky with only a few wisps of cotton-candy clouds. When we got to our cove we spread out our beach towels and I poured us both a large glass of wine. Shelly rolled onto her stomach and began to read a magazine as she sipped on her wine. I lay on my back and waited. Two o’clock came and went, but about ten minutes later I heard a voice say, “Well, hello! This is a nice surprise!”
We looked up to see the three of them standing above us on the coral rock. Shelly looked at me and said cynically, “Yeah, surprise surprise!” Then she whispered, “Do you realize I’m practically naked? What will they think?” I told her she looked gorgeous. The guys were as almost as scantily clad as she was, in their European-style trunks.
They came running over to where we lay. “God, this is perfect,” Jerry said. “Do you mind if we join you?”
“Sure,” I said. “If it’s okay with Shelly.”
Shelly looked flushed, but she nodded, then leaned over to me and said accusingly, “You planned this with them, didn’t you?” I just shrugged, and she looked at me intently and said, “You’re really a very naughty boy!”
I could see she wasn’t really that upset at their arrival, so I grinned and whispered into her ear, “The question is, how naughty are you?”
She smiled back at me and my heart leaped when she said, “You’ll just have to wait and see, won’t you?” and went back to her magazine and her wine.
The three guys couldn’t take their eyes off Shelly’s naked back, firm swelling buttocks, long brown legs and the sexy dimples that I love so much at each side of her spine. They spread out a large blanket a few feet away from us on the other side of her and settled down, waiting for me to give some sign of the next move. The back part of her bikini bottom had gathered up into the crack of her ass, so I carefully spread it out. It covered very little more than it had before, but now she knew we were all admiring her rear end. After a few tense minutes I picked up the sunscreen bottle and said to her, “Your back is getting red. I’d better put some lotion on you.”
I began to rub the stuff gently between her shoulders then down to her bikini bottom. Then, looking over at the three men, I said, “Would you like to help?”
Shelly looked over her shoulder at me questioningly. “Is that okay?” I asked her.
She hesitated only a moment. “I guess,” she said. She put down her magazine and rested her head on her folded arms.
Rudy knelt by her head, Simon at her waist and Jerry by her hips. Rudy squirted some cream on his hands and passed the tube to the others. They didn’t speak as their hands began to work over my wife’s shoulders, back and thighs. Jerry squirted more lotion onto her upper thighs, then smeared it onto her bottom, his hands moving under her bikini as he spread it over her cheeks and into her crack, until Shelly said, “I think I’ll be fine now, thanks.”
I said, “Better do the front as well, so you can sun that side when you’re ready.” Shelly didn’t respond immediately, but she made no resistance when I took her arm and gently rolled her onto her back. She stretched out with her hands behind her head and her legs a couple of feet apart. Rudy began rubbing at the exposed parts of her breasts as they bulged out of the bikini top. Simon spread the lotion slowly over her stomach, his hands sliding down into her bikini bottom, while Jerry worked on her hips and the silky skin of her inner thighs.
The application of sunscreen was rapidly evolving into something else. Rudy’s thumbs moved under Shelly’s bikini top and rubbed her nipples. Jerry was concentrating on the inside of her thighs, and now at the top of each stroke his fingers displaced the narrow band between her legs and traced the length of her moist folds. Shelly closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip. Her hips began to move slightly, and she bent her legs at the knees. On the next upward stroke Jerry’s hand lingered longer at her pussy, and he slipped a finger in. Shelly gasped at the intimate contact, pressed her knees together and rolled onto her side. “Thanks,” she said breathlessly. “I’ll be fine now!”
“Our pleasure,” Rudy said.”Who’s for a swim?”
Shelly cuddled up to me as the guys headed down to the water. “Oh God, that was too much,” she panted. “I was afraid I’d lose it when Jerry put his finger in me.”
I kissed her passionately, and as my tongue entwined with hers I slid my fingers into her sopping love box. “I want you to lose it,” I whispered. “I want you so horny that you’ll let all of them fuck you.”
“Right now I want you,” she said, and pushed my shorts down to my thighs. She put one leg over me and pressed her pussy lips against my throbbing tip. I gave her an inch of my tool and stopped, leaving her squirming and begging, “Please, please put it in, I’m going crazy.”
I took my cock in my hand, rubbed it along her slit and replied, “No, if you want to be fucked you’re going to have to show me how naughty you can be.”
The guys were splashing about in the water and throwing a ball back and forth. As if on cue, one of them called out, “Hey, don’t you want to swim?”
I pulled my cock away from Shelly and told her to go ahead. She looked at me ardently, saying, “Are you sure you’re okay if I do?”
We both knew we weren’t talking about swimming, and my throat went dry, because now I knew she was about to play the hand I’d dealt her. “Yes, go ahead,” I said. “I’ll join in later.” She took a deep breath, kissed me hard and was gone.
The guys cheered enthusiastically when she trotted down to the water with her boobs bouncing deliciously, and dove in beside them. There was a moment of silence as she stood up and ran both hands through her wet hair. The cotton bikini was clinging to her like a second skin, accentuating her erect nipples and her lush curves and hollows. Rudy broke the spell by throwing her the ball. She missed and had to dive for it, and he dove after her. Laughing, they wrestled in the water, and Rudy put his arms underneath her and tossed her, screaming and laughing, up into the air. He caught her as she splashed down again, then lifted her shoulders out of the water and boldly kissed her on the lips. When she made no objection, he deliberately untied the cords of her bikini top, then pulled it off her and hung it around his own neck. She lingered for a long moment as he caressed her breasts, then wriggled away from him and swam toward Simon and Jerry.
Jerry dove down to meet her as she approached, coming up underneath her and flipping her over in the water. Rudy and Simon made as if to help her, but I saw their hands inside her bikini bottom. “Stop it,” she giggled, and swam away from them toward shallower water. But when she stood up she discovered that the bottom of her bikini was around her knees. She tried to pull it up, but as she tugged at it the ribbons came undone, leaving her standing with the garment clutched to her muff. The guys howled and moved toward her. Shelly pretended to try to escape, but they caught her and pulled her down. A few moments later Jerry’s hand shot up, holding her bikini bottom. Shelly scrambled to her feet, naked now, and jumped at Jerry, who tossed the garment to Simon. As she ran to him, Simon pulled her against him and kissed her, sliding both hands over her ass. She wrapped her arms around his neck and locked into a long kiss with him as his hands roamed freely. Then Rudy came up behind her and pulled her away, and she turned to him and kissed him passionately as his hands in turn explored her naked body.
They were at the edge of the water now, and I saw Jerry reach down and pull his swimsuit off as he watched them. When she broke from Rudy he caught her with one arm around her waist and pulled her close. He covered her mouth with his and put her hand on his very stiff cock. Shelly seemed mesmerized, kissing him back as her fingers stroked his cock back and forth and his hands moved to her breasts. After a minute he pulled her down onto the wet sand, one hand roaming between her legs. Shelly’s chest was heaving, and not only from exertion. He again pressed a deep kiss on her mouth, and she let out a low moan as his fingers entered her pussy. She wrapped one arm around his neck, drew her knees up to spread her legs very wide and reached down with her other hand for his cock. She guided him to her entrance, and with a few sharp thrusts he entered her hot wet depths. She wrapped her legs high around his waist and cried out with pleasure.
It didn’t last long. Jerry fucked her hard and fast. Rudy and Simon were crazed with lust at the sight of Jerry’s ass humping up and down, and Shelly’s arms and legs wrapped around him. They both stripped their suits off and stroked their dicks in anticipation. Shelly writhed in orgasm, bucking and screaming underneath Jerry as he pumped his come into her.
Rudy’s cock was like his body, not long but very thick, and now he pushed Jerry away and replaced him in my wife’s pussy. Jerry sat down next to me, panting. “She’s unbelievable,” he said, and I agreed. I was feeling incredibly happy and proud of how uninhibited she was, and my cock was just as hard as Rudy’s. Shelly barely missed a beat responding to Rudy as she had to Jerry. Her arms and legs wrapped tightly around him, humping back up at him as he thrust hard into her, until he groaned and stiffened, then shot his come deep into her cunt.
Rudy pulled out and pushed himself off her, and Shelly drew her knees up to receive Simon as he sank his eager cock deep into her dripping pussy. His fucking was less urgent than that of the others, and he lasted longer. His thrusts were deep and slow, and Shelly got into his rhythm and searched for his mouth with hers. I could tell he was her favorite of the three she was responding differently, and though she didn’t come again, she was enjoying him tremendously. Simon quickened his pace when he felt he was losing it, until with a final groan he spent himself inside her.
Simon stood up, and the three of them ran into the sea again. Shelly was a wreck, her eyes closed, her legs sprawled wide open, her breathing heavy with exertion and passion. I took my shorts off and knelt between her legs and kissed her deeply. She clung to my neck and whispered in my ear, “Are you okay?”
I smiled down at her, slid my cock into her sloppy pussy and said, “Yes, I’m okay,” as I stroked slowly in and out. “I adore you,” I told her. “You’re the most wonderful, sexy, loving woman I’ve ever dreamed of.” She looked at me with eyes full of love and pulled my face down to hers. We made love slowly and sensually, until I groaned and added my seed to theirs.
When we finished Shelly sat up and pulled on a T-shirt. The guys were still skinny-dipping as Shelly and I talked about what had happened. She told me how totally erotic it had been to be fucked like that. No sentimentality, just pure animal sex. Then she asked me if the guys thought she was a whore. I kissed her and replied, “No, they think you’re a beautiful, adventurous, sexual woman, and I know they want as much of you as they can get.” Then I asked her if she wanted them to fuck her again, and she said yes, if I was okay with it. I assured her that I was.
The guys came back, dried off and settled down on the blanket without bothering to put their swimsuits back on. After a few minutes Rudy leaned over to me and said, “Can we borrow Shelly for a while?”
I looked at Shelly, and she nodded. “Sure,” I said.
Rudy knelt down, put one arm under her knees and the other around her shoulders, and picked her up effortlessly. He turned and lowered her to the blanket. Simon knelt behind her, fondled her breasts through her shirt and kissed the side of her neck. He said, “We want to thank you. You’re an incredible sexy woman.”
“Mmmm,” Shelly said. “You’re thanking me just fine.”
Jerry knelt between her legs, put his hand under her shirt and fondled her pussy. Then he slid two fingers in deep and finger-fucked her as Simon concentrated on her nipples.
Rudy took hold of her shirt and she raised her arms as he pulled it over her head. In a moment Shelly was on her back, naked, with Jerry eating her pussy and Simon kissing her as Rudy sucked her nipples. She humped up against Jerry’s mouth, moaning with pleasure, and reached out for Simon’s cock. Soon the sensations overwhelmed her and she curled up in another orgasm.
Jerry rolled her over and pulled her up onto her knees. She put her head down on her folded arms and with her legs wide open stuck her ass in the air for him. Her two beautiful orbs framed the gash of her pussy, puffy and glistening with his saliva and her own juice. He grasped his cock, which I saw was longer but thinner than mine, and rubbed her lips with its tip. She gasped, “Put it in, please, I want it inside me.” Jerry couldn’t contain himself he sank his full length into her and began to fuck her with long, slow strokes. Rudy sat in front of her with his legs wide open and raised her head to his cock. Shelly groaned in pleasure as Jerry grasped her hips and quickened his pace, fucking her hard and deep. His stomach slapped against her ass at the end of each stroke. It wasn’t long before she was screaming in orgasm, but Jerry kept up his hard thrusting, bringing her to yet another climax before finally exploding inside her.
Rudy stood up then, lifted my wife into the air and lowered her onto his erect shaft. Shelly clung to his neck, wrapped her legs around him and sat on his clasped hands. She looked tiny against his big chest as he bounced her up and down easily, thrusting with his hips. As he fucked her he walked into the sea, went down carefully on one knee, then two, and laid her down in about a foot of water without losing his connection. Shelly clung to his neck to keep her head above water and screamed in pleasure as he banged her for all he was worth, splashing wildly. The rest of us applauded and urged them on until, with a final scream, Shelly climaxed and Rudy shot another load of come inside her.
Rudy got off her and picked her up in his arms, then carried her over to Simon, who was sitting on a rock. Rudy positioned her standing astride Simon’s thighs, and Shelly grasped his cock eagerly and lowered herself onto it. Then, with her arms around his neck and his hands clasping her ass, she rode him enthusiastically. Simon buried his face in her breasts and sucked on her nipples as the two of them ground themselves into a frenzy and came together.
Depleted and exhausted for now, the guys left, saying they would see us at dinner. I put my arms around Shelly, and she said, without looking at me, “Do you think I’m awful?”
I kissed her softly before replying. “No, I love you very much.”
She clung tightly to me as I penetrated her and moved inside her. Then she whispered, “What they did was incredible, but you reach me in a completely different way. You reach the very core of my being.” It was a long time before we noticed that the sun was going down and the air was becoming cool.
Back at the cabin, Shelly soaked in a hot bath before perfuming herself and dressing for dinner in her red sundress without panties, at my suggestion. The guys had squeezed in a couple of extra chairs at their table, so we joined them, Shelly obviously naked beneath her dress. At one point Simon’s foot appeared from under the table and traced its way between her legs to her pussy. Grinning at the others, he quietly announced, “Definitely no panties!”
Shelly glowed with the attention she was getting. At one point I went over to the bar to get another bottle of wine. When I turned around Shelly was seated on Jerry’s knee. As I watched, they kissed, their tongues entwining, and he put his hand up her dress. Rudy then announced that it was his turn. Jerry passed her to him, and as they kissed Rudy unfastened the top buttons of her dress and caressed her breasts. Simon was next, lifting her dress and finger-fucking her with one hand as the other cupped her hanging fruit. Jerry gazed at her exposed pussy and began to unfasten his belt. I could see things were about to get out of control, so I kissed her quickly and told her to go and wait in our bedroom. Obviously excited at the prospect of more fucking, she got up and headed for our cabin. None of us could take our eyes off the short dress that clung to her bare ass as she walked out.
“Jesus Christ, she is some woman!” Rudy said reverently. “I’ve never dreamed of anything like this.”
As we finished the wine Jerry said, “We’ve been wondering if we could each spend a little time alone with her.”
Slowly I shook my head. “Not without me,” I told them. “That’s where we draw the line. But I’ll tell you what. If each of you wants to come in individually tonight and join us in our bed, I think Shelly would like that. I know I would.” I told them that after they’d all been with her they could stay the night if they wanted to, but I wasn’t going to leave her side.
They seemed to like that idea, and a few minutes later I left and went back to the cabin.
I went into the bedroom and found Shelly lying naked. She had lit some candles, and the flickering light accentuated her sensuality. I kissed her and told her what the guys had planned, then undressed and got into bed with her.
Simon came in first, and climbed in on the other side of Shelly. It was very cozy under the sheet, and soon Simon and I were caressing her in all the places she likes. Simon started to tell us how lousy his marriage was, but Shelly told him to shut up. Our hands had her very aroused, and she didn’t want to talk any more, she just wanted to fuck. She climbed on top of him and was soon riding him hard, her breasts bouncing up and down. They both came, and then Simon left. I thought he was a little miffed because she had told him to shut up, but I couldn’t feel sorry for him. I was ready to fuck her again myself, but a minute later Rudy came in.
It turned out well, though, because Rudy wanted to take her doggie-style, and as he did that Shelly took my cock in her moaning mouth and sucked me off. I yelled as I came down her throat, and a moment later the two of them came too. Rudy didn’t leave right away though he stuck around, the two of us playing with Shelly’s body until she was groaning and pulling Rudy on top of her.
Soon they were kissing wildly, their tongues thrusting into each other’s mouth. Shelly had her arms and legs wrapped tight around him, and he was thrusting into her with tremendous energy. I had never felt so much love for my wife as at this moment, being so close to her while watching her lose herself in passion with another man. Rudy pulled her legs over his shoulders now, pounding her with his thick cock until she was shouting in ecstasy. She convulsed under him again and again, until he groaned loudly as he pumped his come into her pussy. He rolled off her and lay there exhausted but he still didn’t leave, until finally Jerry came in and threw him out.
Jerry also wanted to try something new he asked Shelly if she had ever had it in the ass. I happened to know that Shelly loved it that way, but she gave me a secret wink and told him she never had, but would love to try. Jerry was very excited. He had brought some lube with him, and he applied it liberally to her asshole as she crouched on her knees and elbows, with her butt in the air. My cock was stiff again as I watched Jerry work his way slowly into her back passage. Shelly’s moans of pleasure turned into screams of ecstasy as he buried himself inside her and fucked her with short, hard strokes, his hands reaching around to clutch at her breasts. Soon she was shivering and bucking in her most intense orgasm yet, and Jerry cried out hoarsely as he shot into her ass, then collapsed on top of her.
The rest of the night became a blur. Sometimes two of the guys came in at once, and Shelly would suck one while she fucked the other. Several times I found myself kissing her passionately while another cock was sliding in and out of her pussy. One time she was on her knees with someone behind her when she cried, “Oh, he’s in my ass again!” I don’t know how many times I fucked her myself that night. I was amazed at my own stamina, and finally concluded that there must be a strong biological urge to overwhelm an intruding male’s sperm, and that urge drove me to sexual energies that I’d never known I possessed.
In the morning, each of the men shook my hand and thanked me, then held Shelly close, kissed her and caressed her naked ass one last time. They left later that day. Shelly and I were alone again, and we spent our final two days lying in our cove, making love, drinking wine and generally enjoying each other.
We have never had another group experience, and maybe never will. It’s not important. We know what we shared, and how good it was. If a situation like that ever comes up again, we’ll probably jump at it. But if it doesn’t, that’s okay too. Our relationship has never been better.–L.G., Hillsborough, New Hampshire
Last June my absolutely beautiful, shapely, sexy forty-one-year old wife Elsa was given a most unusual assignment, one that required her to use her formidable creative and problem-solving powers and considerable sexual allure. The project was to deflower a tall, handsome, blond, virginal nineteen-year-old athlete named Alan.
This enterprise was to be a kind of preemptive strike, prior to Alan’s entering college in the fall. It was a most exciting project for Elsa, having many aspects of intrigue, such as strategic and tactical planning, the element of surprise, undercover work and good hot sex. And she was the perfect agent, possessing a broad arsenal of seduction which makes men go ballistic. And she was highly motivated for the job.
Even at forty-one, my wife can vie with any twenty-something girl in terms of face and figure, and she has the advantage of experience and maturity, which so many young guys go for. She’s five feet eight, with long wavy blonde hair, beautiful eyes, very pretty legs that are long and slim, a perfect round bottom, a narrow waist and generous but not excessive tits. Men are usually drawn first to her eyes, partly because of their beauty and partly because Elsa generally does not dress provocatively under normal circumstances. Still, her sensuality manages to show through after a few minutes in her company, and men of all ages are drawn to her for this and for her pleasing ways.
Elsa and I have a great sex life and continue to be very much in love. We have managed to find ways to keep our marriage interesting, and to prevent boredom. We are essentially monogamous, but occasionally will have sex with others, either together or separately. We get a lot of opportunities because of Elsa’s attractiveness, but she is very selective. One problem is that once a guy gets into her pussy, he always wants more. And who can blame him?
And now let me tell you about Alan. He is the nephew of our best friends, Lorena and Paul. Alan spent many of his summer vacations with them, and sometimes assisted Paul with his sizeable landscaping business. He often used our large pool, so we saw him grow up. And grow he did, with a sudden spurt, from a slim young boy to a tall, handsome, strong, confident and very nice young man. As a junior in high school he was a starter on the football team, and became very popular. The girls flocked around him, but he had a steady girlfriend to whom he was loyal. However–and this is an important part of our story–he and his girlfriend, Olive, had taken a pledge of abstinence, swearing not to have sex at least until they graduated.
When Alan, an impressive scholar and athlete, was accepted by a prestigious university far from home, his parents, Thelma and Ron, were delighted, but were a little concerned for their serious, hard-working son. Specifically, they saw Alan as a mark for that type of scheming coed who seeks to catch a good husband. Alan would be any girl’s dream guy, but his parents felt that he was a bit too innocent. They knew how college freshmen, with their new-found freedom, often go wild with booze, sex and drugs. They weren’t too worried about the booze and the drugs being good parents, they had tried to educate him about responsible drinking and introduced him to drug awareness programs. They had initially been rather pleased when he took the pledge of sexual abstinence in high school, but they were concerned that, now that high school was over, he might make himself available indiscriminately to all those college girls. They found themselves hoping that Alan and Olive would take the plunge over the summer, so that he
could get the first heady taste of sex out of his system, but that did not happen, for reasons we will discover later.
His dad and his Uncle Paul then tried the time-honored male tradition of “getting him broken in.” They arranged a graduation party at a nearby go-go joint. Alan did not object to being treated to a lap dance or two, but when his uncle asked him if he’d like to go further with the girl, a sexy dark-haired dancer who was obviously available, Alan’s reply was that he just wasn’t ready yet.
In fact, soon after that Alan announced to his parents that he was thinking of extending his pledge for a few more months, at least over the summer. This presented a dilemma. What to do? A week later Alan’s parents, along with his uncle and aunt, met to discuss the situation. Ron posed the question to Paul and Lorena: “He’ll be at your house all summer long. What are his prospects in your neighborhood?”
There was a ten-second silence while they considered the question. And then all four of them said simultaneously: “Elsa!”
There was no doubt that she was the perfect candidate. “If anyone can do it, she can,” Paul said. “Alan has known Elsa and Max for a long time. She has the smarts and the know-how for the task. And boy, does she have the equipment! I saw her in a bikini a few times, and that would make any guy come in his pants. Including me!”
They all agreed they had come to the end of their search, and the next step was for the four of them to meet with Elsa and me, and make their proposition. They were confident that we would both agree–Elsa because it would be an interesting challenge, and me because I had always encouraged her to step out and utilize her many talents, including the sexual ones.
Sure enough, when the idea was presented to us, Elsa was fascinated by this most unusual assignment. She thought about it for a while, and finally agreed, saying, “Tell me all you know about his sexual life, and I’ll come up with a plan.”
Thelma said that she thought that her son had been jerking off regularly for some time, based on the stains she saw on his clothing and bedsheets. This showed that he had normal, healthy sexual instincts and desires, even though the pledge he had taken had prevented him from exploring them too far. His uncle Paul, who had showered with him after playing handball at the gym, confided that the lad had quite a large member, which, he estimated, would measure at least eight inches when hard, and two inches thick. This made Elsa’s eyes widen. She grinned broadly and said she was already thinking of some ideas, but wanted to meet with Alan before officially agreeing. But I already knew the issue had been settled when she heard those magic words, eight inches and two inches. I well knew Elsa’s love for my own fairly respectable seven by one-and-a-half-inch dick.
Alan had already started working for his uncle, so it was decided that on Monday morning Paul would send him out to mow our rather large lawn. Elsa, of course, would be staying at home. As we parted, everyone was grinning with optimism, telling Elsa that they were glad things were going to be in her capable hands. I knew that Elsa was glad too.
I had never seen Elsa so excited about a project as she seemed to be over that weekend. She told me she was really looking forward to it, and thanked me for being such an understanding and encouraging husband. I knew that visions of that eight-inch prick were dancing in her head, and that she couldn’t wait to suck and fuck it, if she was clever enough to succeed in her mission. And I was betting she would be.
My beautiful, sexy wife also fucked my brains out over that weekend like never before. Advance preparation, she called it. She was really horny, and she found new and creative ways to get me up again and again when I was feeling worn out. I loved it, although by Monday morning I was glad that she was about to have someone else to concentrate on. Her juices were really flowing, and she was more than ready.
After it was all over, Elsa gave Alan’s parents and his aunt and uncle a summarized report of how she had accomplished her mission. As for me, she gave me a far more detailed account each evening, when I got home from work, of how things had gone that day–an account which I am now able to share with your readers.
On Monday morning, promptly at nine, Alan came knocking at our door to say hello, and to make sure that Elsa knew he would be mowing the lawn that day. Elsa could hardly believe how much of a hunk he had become, even since the previous summer. Tanned, topless and showing a great physique in his cut-off shorts and work boots, he gave her a great smile and a friendly hug. If she’d had any doubts at all about officially accepting her assignment, they vanished at that moment.
As he went off to start the mowing, Elsa reviewed her plan for the day, which was mainly to get him talking, first about general subjects, then about more personal things such as his plans for college, and finally, she hoped, about his love life. She waited until he was halfway through the mowing, and then invited him to stop for a drink and a swim in the pool. Alan had brought his swim trunks, anticipating just such an opportunity. Elsa wore a plain, not particularly daring bathing suit, so as not to arouse any suspicions.
For a while they had a good time playing in the water, splashing, acting silly and laughing a lot. Elsa managed to touch his body a few times, but kept it all very innocent-seeming. After a while she maneuvered him into sitting on the edge of the pool, near the shallow end, while she stood in the water in front of him, making casual small talk.
It took a while, but she finally got him around to talking about his breakup with his girlfriend. Elsa was sympathetic. When she asked what had happened, Alan told her straightforwardly that Olive had wanted to go further sexually, in spite of the pledge they had taken, but that he still hadn’t been ready. Then, after graduation, she had gone ahead and made it with another guy. So they broke up, and he’d decided to wait out the summer and see what happened at college, since he saw no reason to abandon his pledge with some other girl who he would only be leaving behind in September.
Alan’s confiding in her thus made Elsa feel confident, and she decided to ask a rather bold question. “I think it’s really inspiring that you took that abstinence pledge,” she began. “Just out of curiosity, can you tell me what the pledge guidelines are nowadays? You know, like what’s allowed and what’s not. I mean, some kinds of activity must be allowed, considering the hormones raging at your age.”
Alan looked a little surprised at this question, and did not answer right away. “I hope I’m not getting too personal,” Elsa hastened to say. “I only ask because some of my friends took a similar pledge when we were in school, and I’m just wondering if things have changed. Back then,” she went on, trying to sound as matter-of-fact as possible, “although of course they didn’t say it outright, they didn’t put any specific bans on French kissing, fondling and kissing of breasts or even mutual masturbation. But of course oral sex was out, and certainly penetration.”
Alan was listening intently. Elsa was still standing only a couple of feet away from him, and managing to show him some good cleavage, despite her modest swimsuit. What Alan didn’t know was that her crotch was getting wet, and not only from the water in the pool.
Alan seemed a little embarrassed, but he responded rather calmly. “Well, our guidelines were mostly the same, but I guess things have changed a little bit since your time. Oral sex is not specifically prohibited, and each couple sets their own limits on that.” He hesitated, and then went on, blushing a little. “For instance, Olive and I decided it was okay to try a little oral sex. For her it was limited to my licking her vagina on the outside, but no more than that. For me–” Again he stopped, and Elsa just waited, trying to look interested but objective and non-judgmental. He continued. “I decided she could just kiss and suck the tip of my penis. Unfortunately, the third time she did it I–I ejaculated into her mouth, and she never did it again.” He shrugged. “But I have to say it felt really good.”
“Yes, it does,” Elsa said boldly. She looked into his eyes and allowed herself a rather provocative smile as he gazed back at her. “It’s almost as good as the real thing,” she added.
Alan dropped his eyes then, and as she followed his gaze downward she saw that his large penis had become visible, creeping out of the right leg of his swim trunks. It was growing so fast that it seemed to be launching itself toward her. Its tip was as red as his face. In sudden confusion he jumped into the cool water, saying he had to get back to work. He swam the length of the pool and then ran into the changing room, keeping his back to her.
Elsa was making progress.
It was five minutes before he emerged with his boots and shorts on. Elsa climbed out of the pool to meet him. “After you finish the mowing we can have lunch,” she told him. “And then another swim, if you like. Meanwhile,” she went on, drawing him close to her and smiling, “I’d like to thank you for saving a fair damsel in distress from that giant one-eyed monster that was pointed at her. You are my gallant knight.” And with that she slowly kissed him on the lips, pressing her tits into him. “I look forward to seeing more of you later,” she breathed when she broke the kiss, “and continuing our very stimulating discussion.” Alan’s eyes were glazed as he went off silently to finish up his work.
Elsa walked over to the changing room and went in. She thought she could detect the faint odor of semen, and she was sure he had masturbated before changing. Several pieces of her underwear, which she had left there on purpose, had been rearranged. There was no come in her panties or bra, but when she picked up his bathing trunks there it was, and it looked like a copious load. She sniffed at it and even tasted some, and found it absolutely delicious. She then proceeded to lick up and swallow as much of it as she could, excited to know there was no doubt a lot more in reserve where that came from, in that nineteen-year-old stud’s big balls.
By the time Alan finished up and returned to the house, Elsa had changed into business attire, both to calm him down in case she had overdone it earlier, and to provide maximum contrast in preparation for her next big move. She suggested that he go ahead out to the pool while she finished up a business report, and then she would join him for a quick swim before lunch. She refrained from remarking that she thought his swimming trunks should be dry by now.
She let him wait for fifteen minutes before coming out with a couple of beers. “I’ll go and change,” she said. “Why don’t you sit where you were before, so we can continue our discussion. But watch for me, because I have a very special surprise just for you.”
He seemed a little nervous, but he agreed. Elsa went into the changing room and put on her bathing suit, which was a different one from the suit she had worn that morning. Very different. In fact, it was one of the most revealing, skimpy and sexy bikinis ever made. It took up a total of about three square inches, one for each of her three strategic spots.
She stepped out of the door, hands on canted hips, head cocked in the most fetching pose possible, and called out, “Ta dah!” Alan was silent, but she could hardly be unaware of his reaction. She knew very well the effect her shapely body had on men. She bent over, holding her tits in with her hands, and turned slowly around, showing him her hot ass, then turned back, running her hands slowly over her body. “So, Alan,” she smiled. “How do you like your surprise?”
Still there was silence. Elsa then dove into the pool, swam to where he was sitting and surfaced right in front of him, spreading his dangling legs as she came up to stand between them.
“I thought this surprise would help us continue our discussion,” she said, smiling. “I hope it’s okay.” When he still didn’t answer, she puckered her lips and said, “Alan, honey, would you like to touch the fabric?”
“Maybe I should let you know that I wouldn’t mind if that giant one-eyed monster came back,” Elsa told him. “Actually, I’d really like to see it. In fact, I do see it approaching me again.”
Still silence, but at least he wasn’t running away this time.
“Maybe it would be encouraged by the new rules we have at this pool, which is that everyone must get a full tan. No white spots allowed, not even three square inches.” With that she slowly and seductively turned around. “Would you be a sweetheart and untie the knot for me?”
Would he? she wondered, and she felt a surge of triumph when he did. She threw the bra to him over her head and pushed off into the pool, doing a backstroke so he could see her breasts. She stared at him the whole time, and then returned to him.
He finally spoke. “Oh my god,” he whispered. “What if the neighbors can see? What if your husband comes back?”
“Alan, this place is three acres, the pool is isolated on all sides, and my husband will be at his office all day long. So now how about complying with the pool rules.”
“I don’t know if I should. Besides, I’m already topless, just like you,” he said. Clever boy.
Elsa climbed out of the pool, stood so that the remaining patch of fabric was about an inch from his face, and slowly pulled it down. Her pussy was freshly shaved for the occasion, and it was practically touching his nose. He didn’t move. Elsa stayed still for a moment before taking a step away from him. “Your turn,” she said.
“I–I think I’m too embarrassed,” Alan stammered.
“Alan, stand up right now. Fair is fair, and it’s very healthy and natural.” He stood up then, and she knelt down, yanked his trunks off and almost swooned at the hugeness of his prick. But she recovered enough to grab it and pull down on it as she calmly said, “Now sit back down.” As he did she jumped back into the pool and resumed her place between his legs. Staring at his still-growing prick, she gently took it into both her hands. It was truly magnificent, with a slight upward curve, perfect for searching out a woman’s G-spot. The head was smooth and bulbous, and his balls were two of the largest she had ever seen. “Why Alan, it is absolutely beautiful!” she murmured.
He managed to get out a “Thank you,” and even smiled a bit at the unexpected admiration. His reaction was encouraging. And so was the fact that he stayed quiet and let her stroke him, caressing with both hands until he finally stopped growing. It was indeed at least the eight inches that she had been promised.
Emboldened now, Elsa began to change the manner of her caresses, from soft, exploratory touching to a more rhythmic jerking-off motion. She could normally jerk me off with one hand, making a ring of her thumb and index finger and sliding it up and own over my prick. With Alan’s two-inch diameter, however, she had to create an expanded ring by using both hands. She slid them up and down the full length of his shaft a few times, and soon he was moaning, “Oh god, oh my god!” He was producing a quantity of precome, which made his prick nice and slippery, enabling her to optimize the effect of her stroking, especially on his big red knob. She compressed it on the downstroke and tugged it gently on the upstroke, making him moan more loudly each time. So there she was, my forty-one-year-old wife jerking off a virginal nineteen-year-old hunk.
“Oh god, Elsa, that feels sooo good!” Alan panted. “But you’d better stop doing that or–or I’m going to–to explode right in your face!”
“Alan, I’m counting on that,” Elsa told him. “I’m jerking off your huge prick, and you’re going to shoot a big hot load of jism into my mouth so I can swallow it.”
“Oh Jesus, Elsa, that talk is making me come. And here it comes now, you–you beautiful–Aaahhh!”
Elsa had indeed positioned her mouth to catch his jism, and his first huge spurt went straight in. She barely had time to swallow it before the next big gush. After that the spurts became more stringy, but they seemed to go on and on, spraying all over her face. And Elsa was loving it.
“Oh Alan, keep it coming!” she yelled. “You’re the greatest.” And she continued to pump him until he had emptied his balls.
“Oh god, look at what I did to your face,” Alan panted when he had caught his breath. “I’m so sorry. But I just couldn’t help myself. I hope you’re not mad.” Her broad smile apparently set him at ease on that score, for he went on, somewhat bashfully, “I hope we can do that again sometime over the summer.”
“That would be nice,” Elsa replied demurely, while thinking to herself, Honey, you don’t know what you’re in for, you big hunk of beautiful young man!
“Gosh, do you really like my come that much?” he said as she scooped his jism off her face, licking it lovingly from her hands and swallowing it all down voraciously.
“Ummm,” she moaned. “And I bet there’s more where that came from. Tell me, Alan, how much recovery time will you need to get up another full load?”
Accustomed to dealing with me, and other men my age, who need considerable time to refresh themselves, her jaw dropped when he replied, “Oh boy, I’d have to say a good ten minutes at least.”
“Well,” she smiled. “Tell you what, Alan, why don’t we swim for ten minutes, and then . . . go in for lunch. Or something.”
He dove into the pool, and again they splashed and played around, almost like children. When she figured that ten minutes had passed, Elsa stood close to him in the water. “Alan,” she said, “why don’t you put your hands on my breasts.” He hesitated, but he did it. She could see through the water that his cock was starting to grow again. “Now kiss and suck them,” she said breathlessly. “Go on, I know you want to. It’s okay.”
With a stifled cry he brought his mouth to her tits, taking in first one, then the other, sucking on them hungrily. He especially loved her nipples, vacuuming them into his mouth and simultaneously stroking them with his tongue.
“Alan, you’re driving me wild,” she breathed. “I’ll have to teach my husband your tit techniques.” With that she grabbed his prick, already grown to half of its full size, despite the cool water. “Sit on the edge again,” she commanded, and he did. It took less than a minute for her stroking fingers to bring him to full erection. Then, at the end of a downstroke, with no warning, she lunged forward to take the knob of that fantastic prick in her mouth.
Alan let out a gasp that was an equal mixture of surprise, pleasure and consternation. Then, convulsively, he pulled away from her. “Wait, Elsa, wait!” he panted. “We can’t! I mean–I can’t do that, it’s . . . it’s too . . .”
Elsa stayed calm. “But, Alan, it’s just the tip,” she pointed out. “You let Olive suck the tip of your cock, remember? That’s all I’m doing.”
“Well . . . okay,” he conceded, not too reluctantly, she thought. “But just the tip, remember.”
So Elsa, going along with him for now, then and there invented what she later called the “knob job,” taking just the head of his dick into her mouth, sealing her wet, hot, smooth lips around it, and pulling hard as she sucked up and down that limited length, while circling it with her tongue. In a minute she had him yelling in intense pleasure, and in another minute he was coming. His spurts were as powerful as before, and she took them all down her throat, her head jerking up and down as she sucked the jism out of that huge knob.
So far, with all they had done, Alan had not technically violated the limits of his pledge. But now Elsa felt it was time to push him further. Again now, she asked him how long it would take for him to be ready again. To her amusement, he looked abashed as he said, “Sorry, Elsa. Even I have limits. It’ll probably take twice as long this time, maybe a good twenty minutes.”
Smiling to herself, she said, “That’s okay, Alan. We’ll be having lunch in a half hour. You swim for twenty minutes, while I go inside and prepare.”
Twenty minutes later he came into the kitchen, still in his swim trunks, and he didn’t object when she pulled them down. “Sit in this chair, honey,” Elsa said. “And close your eyes for another big surprise. Keep them closed now.” When he did so she stripped off the dress she had hastily put on. There was nothing beneath it. A few quick finger strokes and a one-minute suck of his knob got him right back to his eight-inch length and two-inch thickness. Elsa’s heart was pounding it was now or never.
“Keep your eyes shut, Alan.” Advancing and spreading her legs, she straddled both the chair and him, until her wet pussy was positioned just one inch above his rigid vertical prick. Then, slowly, she lowered that hot and ready pussy until its lips just touched his cock tip. Lowering herself even more slowly, she felt the conical head begin to spread her lips. Felt those lips sucking him in, until the broad head was inside her. She stopped then, tightening her pussy muscles, clamping them around him. Holding herself in place, she clamped and unclamped those vaginal muscles half a dozen times, rhythmically, bringing a moan from his throat. Then she pulled upward, up to the very tip of his dick, finally releasing it. Then she did it all over again.
“My god, what’s happening?” Alan panted. “What are you doing? This is not your lips, Elsa.”
“Oh yes it is,” she said–truthfully. And she repeated her actions a few more times, still moving slowly. Oh god, she thought, I am actually fucking him now. A limited fuck, but a fuck nonetheless. And she felt her orgasm building up, her first orgasm with him. Alan was gasping, saying that he couldn’t control himself. “Yes!” she shouted. “Open your eyes, Alan, and shoot with me, right now, right into me!” And she felt him spurt into her as she came.
“Oh, Jesus!” Alan was yelling. “Elsa, sweetheart, I love it, and I love you!” She was still coming, still moving up and down on his dickhead, and she only stopped when he did. Then, slowly, reluctantly, she pulled her pussy from his prick, vacuuming out his very last drop. Backing off on shaking legs, she knelt on floor and licked his limp lance clean.
Alan was quiet over lunch. She wasn’t sure what he was thinking, and she didn’t want to push him too much at that point. Afterwards he told her he had to get back to his job. Then, to her delight, he added, “I hope to see you again soon, Elsa. Real soon. This has been the nicest day of my life. How–how can I thank you?”
She smiled. “That’s easy, Alan. My hedges really need trimming. Do you think you might you be available tomorrow morning? And you can plan to stay for lunch again–and a little beyond.”
“Tomorrow? Well–yeah. Sure,” Alan said.
She kissed him good-bye before he left. That afternoon all she could think of was that she had fucked him, actually fucked him. Well, sort of. But she knew she had to go further to actually complete the project. That night she and I did some more “advance preparation” while she told me all that had happened that day.
The morning of day two was essentially a repeat of day one. Landscaping, a swim, a jerk-off, a mouth-suck, a pussy-suck and lunch. Alan’s balls had refilled completely overnight, and Elsa again marveled at the powers of youth.
After lunch she moved into the next phase of her plan. “Alan, your wonderful cock looks lonely,” she told him. “Let’s go to my bedroom, right now.”
The element of surprise silenced him again, but he made no objection when she led him upstairs by his prick. “Lie down on the bed,” Elsa instructed. “And you can keep your eyes open this time.” When he obeyed she climbed on top of him, and they looked deeply into each other’s eyes as she lowered her pussy onto his knob. But this time she deliberately lowered herself a little beyond the ridge of the head. Alan moaned, but didn’t say anything, and she let herself down another inch. He looked at her inquiringly, and she sensed that he was struggling, wanting to stop her and yet not wanting to.
In the end, it had to be his decision. “Alan, you get on top,” she told him. Pulling away, she rolled onto her back and spread her legs, holding her breath as he slowly entered her. Her entire strategy, she felt, was at stake at this climactic moment. With his eyes locked on hers, he moved about one inch forward and back, several times, tentatively. She squeezed her pussy around him.
“Alan,” she said softly, “whatever you do is okay now. I’m not a virgin, and I haven’t taken any pledge. If you want it, this could be your life’s big moment. Your very first full fuck. Your beautiful eight-inch cock all the way inside my hot, wet pussy. I would absolutely love to be your first, Alan. It would be so beautiful. But it’s your choice.”
He paused, and then slowly slid in and out of her again, just a bit. Just an inch. But the next stroke was two inches. Then three. And then he suddenly moaned and plunged all the way into her, all eight thick fabulous inches of him.
“Oh, Elsa!” he yelled. “Oh god, Elsa, this is unbelievable!”
“Quick Alan, do it again!” And he did, pulling out and plunging that full eight inches inside her again. And again. And again. Faster and faster, yelling more and more. “Yes, fuck me, Alan!” she cried. “We’re fucking, you’re fucking me, we’re really fucking. More, more!”
“Elsa, darling, I just love fucking you! Oh Christ! Oh!” He was pounding at her now, driving himself into her and yelling, “Elsa, Elsa, I love it. I love it! I’m coming, I’m coming! Elsa, I love you. I love you!”
“I love you too, Alan!” she moaned. At that moment she was carried away, feeling that this was the best fuck of her life. He pumped and pumped, and she convulsed in orgasm as she felt the giant hot spurt of his come pouring into her. She spasmed again and again, until he finally emptied his balls and collapsed on top of her.
“Oh Elsa, we did it!” he panted. “We did it, we fucked each other!”
She smiled, “Congratulations. I knew all along you could do it. You just gave a sexy, very experienced married lady the best fuck of her life.”
“And you just gave me the best fuck of my life.” At that they both broke out laughing.
They were giddy, but still horny, and they spent the next hour fucking almost non-stop. His huge prick would not go down. Finally he drained his balls into her one last time.
The next day he was back again, without even a gardening excuse this time. He had no problem taking off from work, because of course his Uncle Paul knew it was in a good cause. That day Elsa showed him a half-dozen new positions, including doggie-style. After that he confided to her that he had often thought of her while jerking off. In fact, she had been his favorite fantasy for a long time. The compliment made her hotter than ever.
On day four she introduced him to full blowjobs, and full cunt licking. And to 69. He loved it. She loved it. And I loved it when she told me about it that night, demonstrating it all as she did.
On day five he walked in the door with a huge hard-on, and they never stopped for two hours. As he was leaving she teasingly asked him to run a scientific experiment by jerking off as much as he could that night, while thinking about her, and to tell her about it the next day.
On day six they went for a record. In spite of his having jerked off five times the night before, they fucked for three hours and he came seven more times. As for her, her own orgasms were so copious that she couldn’t keep track of them.
By day seven, even Alan was feeling the strain. He called her up and told her that his balls were really aching, and he thought they should skip that day. Elsa asked him if he wouldn’t like to come over and just lick her pussy for a couple of hours. Which he did, and in fact ended up fucking her a couple of times anyway.
After that things continued to slow down, and in another week or two he was down to fucking her just one or two hours every other day. By the end of the summer it was once or twice a week. He still loved having sex with her, but he had gotten over the first wild frenzy and had gotten back into the normal routine of a college-bound young man–preparing for school, earning money and hanging out with friends. Which, after all, had been more or less the point of the whole thing.
On the day before he left, Alan asked Elsa to spend a day alone with him at the beach. He thanked her for her kindness and said he would never forget her. They spent the whole day making quiet yet passionate love.
Later on, after Alan had left for college, we three married couples met again at our house. His parents and his aunt and uncle were all very grateful to Elsa for what she had accomplished. They were satisfied that Alan, having gotten the first craziness of sex out of his system, would be less vulnerable and more able to act responsibly in college which was just how it turned out . And the men, at least, were more impressed with Elsa than ever–especially as she happened to be wearing her miniscule three-square-inch bikini. Elsa later told me with amusement that Ron, Alan’s father had taken her aside and whispered, “First of all, thank you for the big favor. And secondly, I want you to know that Alan’s attributes run in the family!”
Shortly after that, Uncle Paul had said to her, “I think Alan is a very lucky guy to have had such a great teacher. And by the way, please keep me in mind–I’m available.”
And even Aunt Lorena had taken advantage of a moment alone with her to say, “Thank you. I just knew you were the perfect one for the assignment. Also, maybe you and I should get together sometime.”
Quite a family.–M.J., Stowe, Vermont
Work had started to get the best of me lately. It seemed I was always on the job, never at home, and my home chores were stacking up terribly. I tried my best to keep up, but was failing in a big way. My husband works long hours too, and by the time we got home at night we were both too exhausted to even think of chores. So needless to say, the house was a mess.
When the weekend arrived I knew I had to get some things done around the house. I tried to sleep in, but habit got me out of the bed by seven o’clock. My first cup of coffee got me going, and I was able to knock out a few things that were really getting out of hand. I had several errands that I had to run, too. Like going to the grocery store and buying some groceries. The cupboards are often completely bare at our house. It’s so sad.
My hubby Frank and I sat down to have a chat about what we could do to remedy this situation. He told me that he had a couple of good ideas. I told him I couldn’t wait to hear them, and when I got back from shopping we would sit down together and he could tell me all about what he had in mind. I grabbed my grocery list and off I went.
I got into my pickup and headed for town. It was kind of nice to be in the truck and not be headed to work. Even though I was running errands, it was still nice to be able to think of other things besides my job. I turned the radio up, and before I knew it I was lost in the music. I was actually beginning to relax, something I don’t think I’d done very much in the past month. I didn’t even realize how stressed I had been until I started relaxing.
The song that was playing on the radio was about a couple getting together and making love. Damn, I could not even remember the last time I made love. Now that really sucked. I needed to get me some. Thoughts of foreplay began racing through my mind. My nipples hardened with the visions I was having. I began to tug at them. It felt so good. They were so hard. Just tweaking those stiffening nipples made my pussy start to quiver.
I pulled into the parking lot of the grocery store and found myself a spot that was a little off the beaten path. I just sat there in my truck, with my hands up my shirt, tugging and pulling at my hard nipples. This action caused a reaction. My pussy was throbbing, and I was making little dry-fucking movements, which weren’t helping matters any. I had jeans on, and the seam at the crotch was rubbing at my clit. I couldn’t take much more of this.
I knew I had to stop or I would be sitting there in that parking lot, coming all over myself. I had never done anything like that before. I was always in control. I’d often been horny, and had thought about bringing myself off in inappropriate places, but had never actually carried through with it. I knew I had to get a grip. I was breathing hard, even moaning a little at how good it felt. Then a car door shut somewhere nearby, and I was jolted back to reality.
I put myself back in order, picked up my purse and headed for the store. With every step I took the seam of my jeans continued to rub my clit. I pulled the seam away from my crotch, so I could at least walk without having an erotic reaction.
The store was packed, and I was momentarily distracted from my erotic thoughts. I soon had a shopping basket full of groceries, but waiting in the checkout line seemed to take forever. I guess it always does when you’re in a hurry. My mind started drifting again, and I couldn’t wait to get back to my truck and get home. I couldn’t help it that my thoughts were focused on getting laid. I was more than ready to get some long-overdue fucking.
The cashier finally began to ring up my groceries, and I was forced back to reality again. I got out my checkbook and wrote out a check as the bag boy loaded the bags into my cart. He asked me if I needed help, and I said no. I was in such a hurry to get out of there, I didn’t want anything or anyone slowing me down. I got all the bags into the truck and headed out of the parking lot. Finally I was on my way home.
All the way back I could think of nothing but getting hold of my husband and getting laid. I couldn’t believe how horny I was, just thinking about it. I could feel my pussy beginning to twitch again. It felt good, but it also reminded me of how long it had been since I’d been fucked really well. I began to have all these fantasies, visualizing Frank and me in different positions. I got so caught up in these thoughts that I swear I could almost feel a hard cock shoving in and out of me.
As I pulled into the driveway I looked around the yard to see where my husband was. I didn’t see him anywhere. I hit the button to raise the garage door, and as soon as it went up I pulled into my spot. All I could think of was getting those groceries into the house and finding Frank. I reached to open the door, and my husband was standing right there. He had startled me, and I jumped a little.
“What took you so long?” he asked.
I just looked at him in surprise. “Why, did you miss me?” was all I said.
He evidently had missed me, and for the same reason I’d been missing him. He opened the door and pulled me out of the truck, then pushed me up against the wall and pulled my shirt over my head. Before I could even believe what he was doing, he had unfastened my bra and was hungrily sucking my nipples. I was in shock. This couldn’t really be happening right there in the garage. But it felt so good! What the hell, who cared where it was?
He was sucking and biting at my nipples, making my whole body throb with passion. Of course he had no way of knowing what I had been thinking about while I was gone, but he had obviously been thinking along the same lines. Thinking about how long it had been since we’d fucked. He was moaning with pleasure now. So was I.
He reached down to unzip my jeans. I stopped him just long enough to remind him of the groceries, but he said he had other things on his mind besides some damn groceries. To show me what he meant, he placed my hand on his crotch. I sucked in a deep breath as I felt his huge swollen cock. I wiggled out of my jeans and immediately reached to unzip his. I had to have that throbbing cock in my hands right then.
There we were, both of us standing in the garage with our pants off, kissing and feeling each other up like we were horny teenagers. His cock was so hard that I couldn’t wait to have it. I got down on my knees, wildly anticipating giving him head. As he stood in front of me his cock was jerking up and down. Just looking at it was driving me crazy. I could feel my pussy juices start to run down my leg.
I moved my mouth toward the thick head of his hot, hard cock. As I took it in, he groaned loudly with pleasure. I knew how good having his dick in my mouth made him feel. I turned him around a little so he could lean up against the wall and be more comfortable. He began to fuck slowly in and out of my mouth. It felt so good! I could taste the first drops of his precome, and it drove me wild. I grabbed his ass to make him fuck my mouth harder and faster, but he pulled my hands away, doing it his way, screwing my mouth with a slow, deliberate rhythm. I didn’t know about him, but I was almost ready to come. But I tried to forced myself to slow down and not rush it. After a minute Frank put his hands on my head and moved my mouth off of his cock. I looked up to see if something was wrong.
He pulled me up then and led me to his work table. He laid me on my back across the table and went to his knees. Then he spread my legs and began to eat my pussy.
I felt that I was going to die of sheer pleasure as he gently sucked on my clit. The sucking got a little harder as he began to finger-fuck me with his middle finger. I tightened my cunt muscles around his finger as hard as I could. It felt fantastic. When he teased my clit with his tongue I felt like I was losing all control over my body.
“Relax, baby,” I heard him telling me. But I was so close to orgasm that I didn’t know if I could hold it off. I begged him to stop so we could come together, but he completely ignored me and continued to suck my clit. I knew I couldn’t last another second I was moaning and writhing with pleasure now, and Frank was sucking me harder and faster. I couldn’t stand it any more. I had to come.
“Baby, I’m going to come right now!” I screamed out, and even as I did I felt the shudders of my orgasm beginning. I was totally out of control, and I could feel the juices practically squirting out of me.
“Oh yeah, baby, you’re coming good!” Frank said. And I was. I could feel the throbbing and shuddering throughout my whole body. The pleasure was unbelievable.
It seemed like an eternity before I began to come back to reality. It was almost as though I’d had an out-of-body experience. My breathing finally began to return to normal, but I could still feel my pussy pulsating with the aftermath of my orgasm.
When I was finally able to move, I felt an intense and overwhelming desire to give Frank as much pleasure as he had just given me. I got to my feet and faced him. His erect cock was throbbing and dripping. I moved toward him and went down, my eager mouth headed straight for his delicious-looking prick.
Back on my knees, I hungrily licked and sucked at that thick cock. I felt like I needed to devour it, every engorged inch of it. Frank began fucking in and out of my mouth again with a steady rhythm. It felt even better than before. His eyes were closed, and there was a tense look of pleasure on his face. I stroked his balls as he pumped his cock in and out of my mouth. Finally he opened his eyes and looked at me. “My dick really wants some of your hot twat, baby,” he panted.
He took hold of my hands and pulled me up, then turned me around so that my back was toward him. He bent me over the table and propped one of my legs up on a chair. He propped his own leg up on the same chair and, with both of us balanced that way, one leg up and one leg down, he pressed against me and slid his rock-hard cock up inside my dripping wet pussy. It felt amazing!
We move together slowly at first, but soon he grabbed my hips and began to thrust himself into me fast and hard. I matched each of his strokes, and now we were fucking hard and heavy. He was pumping so deep, I swore I could almost feel his cock touching the inside of my belly button. The thought made me smile, but his wonderful fucking was making me groan with passion.
Then suddenly he slowed down and pulled his cock out of my pussy. Before I knew what was happening, he was rubbing it against my asshole. I was wildly excited he had never fucked me in the back door before. Gently he guided his cock into this unfamiliar place, moving very slowly. It felt strange at first, but very good. I felt the pressure of it, but the further he got into me, the better it felt. Before I knew it he had slid the entire length of his cock into my asshole.
I could hear him moaning with pleasure behind me, and I knew it must feel as good to him as it did to me. He was still moving slowly, which was good. I was still getting used to the feeling, but I knew for sure that that feeling was extremely good. I could feel the juices flowing from my pussy as he fucked me with a gentle, steady rhythm, and I found myself stroking my clit with the same rhythm.
After a while I felt him tensing up a little, and I knew he must be getting ready to come. His movements were harder and faster now. I could hear him panting. “I’m going to come, baby,” he said breathlessly. He gave a few more strokes, then pulled his cock out of me. He was stroking himself off now. His moans of pleasure got louder. “Aaaahhh!” he cried, and then I felt his hot come as it shot out onto my back.
“Damn baby, I’m coming all over you! Damn, what a fuck! Damn!” As the last spurt of his come spurted out onto my ass, we fell together across the table, our breathing ragged and erratic, our hearts beating wildly. Both of us knew that in all our years together we had never experienced anything like this. I had to wonder what the hell had gotten into us to make us do something so completely out of the ordinary.
Well, who knew and who cared? I just knew that it had been one hell of a fuck. We pulled ourselves back together, our breathing finally returning to normal. Now we needed to get up and get the groceries into the house before anything started to melt or spoil. Rather reluctantly we put our clothes back on, so we wouldn’t give the neighbors a show. Then Frank kissed me on the tip of my nose, grabbed some bags of groceries, and off he went.
By the time I get all the groceries put away I had returned to normality enough to recall that hubby and I had a conversation to finish. I fixed a bite of lunch for us, and as we were eating I reminded him that he was going to tell me what his idea was to help me out around the house. Frank then informed me that he had decided to hire someone to come in and help us out. It would only be for one day a week, but that should be enough to keep things running smoothly.
I was impressed. A housekeeper for a day! I would never have thought Frank would go for that. But we obviously did need an extra set of hands now and then with the way our work schedules had been going. So it was settled. In fact, it turned out that Frank had already taken care of it. He had hired someone to come in on Monday morning. He told me it would be up to me to tell her her duties and get her started. I couldn’t wait.
Frank had already left for work on Monday morning when our new housekeeper arrived at our door. I was pleased with her promptness, and somewhat surprised at her friendliness and apparent willingness to work. Her name was Jenny, and she appeared to be about twenty-five years old. Before leaving for the office I showed her around and gave her a list of things I wanted her to do that day. I also let her know what time to expect us home, and left her a number to call if she had any questions.
As I headed off to work, I was feeling really good about the situation. It was going to be so nice to come home to a clean house, and not to have to stress out over the undone chores. Jenny seemed to be quite competent and capable of taking care of things. I was really happy with her.
I decided to give her a call on my lunch break, just to see how things were going. She said that everything was fine, and that she expected to be finishing up just about the time I was due to arrive home. She asked me if I wanted her to begin to prepare dinner. I said that that was not necessary, but that it was nice of her to be so thoughtful. I added that I was pleased that my husband had found someone like her to take care of things for us.
I found myself rushing through my work that day, so that I could hurry home to my nice clean house. As it turned out, I was able to leave a bit earlier than usual, having tied up several loose ends that I had been working on for some time. I walked out of the office feeling quite good about things, and eager to see what was going on at home. I stopped on the way and picked up a nice bottle of wine as a sort of thank you for Frank for doing this for me.
When I got home I parked my truck, went inside and started to look for Jenny. I didn’t see her anywhere. I went from room to room, and when I got to my bedroom, there she was. She was cleaning and dusting energetically, and much to my surprise, she was stark naked!
I didn’t go in immediately, not wanting to startle her. I hung back and watched for a few minutes, completely unnoticed by her. I found this to be quite an erotic situation. I had thought that I was the only person who would walk around cleaning house in my birthday suit.
Her titties were quite big, and they bounced around as she moved. The nipples were large and dark brown. I found this very stimulating. She was a bit on the plump side, but very attractive in every sense of the word. Her ass was nicely shaped, and I found myself wanting to squeeze it. In fact, I found myself wanting to do several things. This was a very unusual situation for me. I had never been with another woman, never even been around a naked woman, at least not as an adult.
I decided the time had come to make my presence known, but I wanted to find a way to do it without embarrassing her. I moved away quietly and went back to the front door. I opened the door and closed it loudly enough so that she could surely hear it. I was tingling with excitement, but I was not too sure why. I called her name then, and waited for her to answer me. She called back to me to tell me she was in my bedroom.
When I reached the bedroom door I was surprised to see that she had not even attempted to get dressed. She was still working away, completely undaunted by my presence. “How was your day?” she asked. Completely taken off guard, I said it was fine. She then looked at me and asked rather bluntly, “Do you mind that I am working naked?”
I didn’t know what to say. “No, I suppose not,” I replied. “But do you mind if I ask you why you are working like that?”
“No reason,” Jenny said. “I just like it all natural.”
Not knowing what else to do, I sat down on the bed and watched her silently as she worked her way around the room. I was so intrigued by this situation that I was completely speechless. Jenny looked at me every now and then, but said nothing. This was fine with me I was content just to watch her.
She had beautiful curly hair that kind of bounced around, just like her big titties. I noticed that her pubic hair was neatly trimmed into a V-shape. She obviously took good care of herself, and I was so attracted to her that I found myself wanting to see more. I wanted to see what the rest of her twat looked like. Startled by my own train of thought, I tried to shake it off. But it wasn’t so easy. The way her tits were bouncing and swaying as she moved around the room, I found it difficult to take my eyes off her.
I was startled back to reality when I heard her voice saying, “You’re staring at me.”
I was embarrassed. “I’m sorry,” I said quickly. “I didn’t mean to stare.” Feeling that I’d been rude, I got up to leave the room.
“Don’t go,” Jenny said.
So I sat down again on the bed. Jenny came closer and stood directly in front of me. I was beginning to get nervous. And then she said, “Do you like what you see?”
I stumbled and stuttered a little, and then finally admitted to her that I did like what I saw. She then took hold of my hand and placed it on her right tit.
I couldn’t say a word. I had never touched another woman’s tit before. But now that I was doing it, I decided to go with it and feel the whole thing. I kneaded it and then slid my hand around, feeling every round inch of it. Then I squeezed her nipple. I heard her let out a heavy sigh, and it sent shivers through my whole body.
Then she took my other hand and put it on her left tit. Oh boy, I was really beginning to enjoy this. Jenny was obviously enjoying it too. She had closed her eyes, and had a look of complete pleasure on her face. Her breathing was hard and fast, her chest moving heavily with each breath. This was turning out to be one of the most erotic moments of my entire life. As I gently squeezed both her nipples at once, I was thinking to myself that this couldn’t be real.
With a tentative movement, as if to give me a chance to stop her, Jenny now reached for the buttons on my blouse. I didn’t stop her. Slowly she opened each of the buttons, and then removed the soft, silky garment. She touched my tits through my bra and I took in a sharp breath. The bra fastened in the front, and before I could take another breath she had unfastened it. My tits fell out for her, and she immediately reached for my nipples and began to pull on them. There we were, pulling and tugging on each other’s nipples. I couldn’t deny the fact of how good this felt to me, and I knew it must feel just as good to her. I felt twitches coming from my crotch, and there was no doubt that I was beginning to get wet.
Both Jenny and I were breathing heavily as we played with each other. Finally she released my tits, and as I let go of hers she sat on the bed next to me. Turning my face to hers, she proceeded to kiss me right on the mouth. This was really strange to me, but it was so exciting, so erotic, that I couldn’t wait to see what she did next.
What she did was to lay me back on the bed and start kissing me all over my face and neck. I heard myself moaning softly. When she kissed my lips again and put her tongue into my mouth, I kissed her back, feeling that this must be the most erotic form of pleasure in the entire world.
Her tongue was so soft in my mouth. It wandered around, probing into every corner and reaching for my throat. I wondered if she was enjoying it as much as I was. When she withdrew her tongue, I did the same to her. Our soft moans and coos were lost in each other’s throat, swallowed by the heat of our passion. The kisses become more intense, and our breathing was almost out of control.
Finally I pulled away from her a bit. My curiosity was killing me. I was not naive I had of course read about women making love to each other. But personally it was new to me, and I didn’t know what would happen next.
We lay on the bed next to one another, breathing heavily, but not speaking. Jenny’s nipples were stiff like mine, and I wondered if her crotch was twitching and throbbing, as mine was.
As if reading my mind, she moved to straddle me, facing away, so that her pussy was right in front of my eyes. And what a beautiful pussy was! The lips were slightly swollen, and I could see that she was wet. I thought I must be losing my mind. This couldn’t really be happening to me. Yet there was that beautiful twat right in my face. And then she took my hand and touched it to her wetness. Oh shit, what was I getting myself into?
I didn’t care. The feel of her pussy thrilled me, and I began to probe around to see what the interior was like. She moaned softly as I found her clit and begin to stroke it very gently. Jenny was rocking in a fucking motion, and I could feel her clit getting harder. Her wetness was increasing, and I slipped my finger up inside her. Damn, I would have never thought it would feel this good.
I wasn’t sure what to do next, but I loved it when Jenny whispered, “Don’t stop.” I was fucking her with one finger and stroking her clit with another. This was very cool. I was really starting to get into it. She was moaning loudly, and riding my finger like a hard cock. Then a lightbulb went off in my head. I had several vibrators and dildos in the drawer of the nightstand beside my bed. I moved her away from me, and laid her down. She was so hot!
I reached into the drawer and pulled out my favorite dildo. When she saw it in my hand, she begged me to fuck her with it. And that was exactly what I intended to do.
I spread her legs far apart, so that I could see everything that I was doing to her. Her pussy was dripping I never knew a woman could get so wet. I touched the head of the dildo to her clit, and she went wild. “Fuck me, fuck me. I want you to fuck me!” she said. So I put the dildo deep inside her.
I stood over her, fucking her slowly at first, and then speeding up a little at a time. I could tell that she was on the verge of something really intense, moaning and writhing with pleasure. I was just in awe at how gorgeous this whole scene was. Jenny was tugging and pulling on her nipples, and rising to meet every stroke of the dildo as I fucked her deeper and harder. Her moans of pleasure almost undid me. I could feel that my panties were soaked through, and I wished I had gotten out of them before starting this adventure.
Again as if reading my mind, Jenny sat upright, then got off the bed and walked around behind me. How she could even stand up at this point was beyond me. She unzipped my skirt and it fell to the floor. Then she removed my hose, and my panties. And there we both were, naked as the day we were born. She pulled me close to her, grabbing my ass and squeezing it hard, then pulled us both down on the bed. We rolled around a bit, kissing and feeling each other up. We were both so hot it was unbelievable.
Jenny now reached for the dildo I had been fucking her with. “I’m going to fuck you now,” she panted hoarsely.
I couldn’t wait. She touched the dildo to my clit, and I felt sensations that I’d never felt before. She spread my legs apart and moved between them, and I lifted my ass off of the bed to meet her. She positioned the dildo right in front of her, as if she were a man with a cock. “Fuck me!” I heard myself saying, and Jenny immediately shoved the dildo inside me.
At first she fucked me with long, slow strokes, which made me even wetter than before. Then she quickened her tempo a bit. She was driving me crazy, and I was matching her stroke for stroke. It felt as if the dildo was not an inanimate object, but actually a part of her. And I desperately wanted to fuck her back.
I reached blindly for the nightstand again, and Jenny stopped her movements as I pulled out another dildo. Seeing what I had in mind, she moved closer to me and we lay side by side, our legs spread. I put my dildo inside her, and she put hers in me. Holy shit! Now we were fucking each other with the dildos, moving in a mutual rhythm, moaning and gasping and twisting as we pumped the things in and out of each other’s cunt. Soon I could feel my body starting to tense, and I knew I was going to come soon. I wanted her to come too. I could hear her breathing harder, her moans getting louder. We were both on the way.
I don’t remember which of us came first. It didn’t matter. We cried out almost simultaneously, and our pumping movements never ceased, only became more frenzied as we went on fucking each other through to climax. I could feel her juices flowing all over my hand, and I knew mine were soaking hers. By the time we finished the bed was soaked too. There was come everywhere.
Our hands and our bodies gradually came to rest. Exhausted and spent, we lay next to each other. I was completely in awe and amazed by what had just happened to me. As our breathing returned to normal, I sat up slowly, gazing at Jenny’s gorgeous naked body. “I think I’ll take a shower now,” I told her, and I got up and slowly headed for the bathroom.
When I got out of the shower I saw that she had changed the sheets and made the bed. But she herself had gone, leaving a note saying that she would return the next Monday.
Wrapped in a towel, I sat on the edge of the bed, not really sure of how I felt, or how I should feel. In my clouded mind, shock was tangled up with awe, joy with incredulity.
All at once I heard a sound, and I looked up to see Frank standing in the doorway. Sudden fear gripped me. Did he know? Did he see? Did he hear? I desperately tried to read the expression on his face, while I wondered what was showing on mine. Did I look as guilty as I felt? Or as happy?
As he moved toward me I could see an unmistakable bulge in the front of his jeans. He sat beside me on the bed. I just wished he would say something. Anything. Then he smiled at me and whispered that he had enjoyed the little show that Jenny and I had put on for him. I open my mouth to speak, but he put his finger over my lips. “Don’t say anything,” he said, and he kissed me.
So I didn’t.–I.R., Boise, Idaho
Let me start off by saying that my wife and I love reading Penthouse Letters. We’re in our late forties, but still love sex and have very high sex drives.
Laurie keeps herself in great shape, working out at the gym several times a week. She stands five feet seven and weighs a little over a hundred forty pounds, with short brown hair and brown eyes. She has a set of huge, firm tits that she loves to have sucked and rubbed. She also has the hottest pussy I’ve ever fucked.
When we read Penthouse Letters, I notice how big and juicy her pussy gets if we read letters about women fucking men with huge cocks. Her pussy will get so hot and juicy that I can slide my fingers in to the hilt while thumbing her clit. She’ll buck against my hand, trying to take my fingers deeper in her fuckhole.
To satisfy her urge for big dick, we bought several vibrators and cock extensions, ranging in size from seven to ten inches and up to two and a half inches thick. Now, when we’re reading a letter about some housewife getting fucked by some huge stud, she begs me to fuck her with her huge ten-inch vibrator. And I love working that big fucker up her hot pussy.
I slide it in a few inches, then wait for her to beg me to give her more cock. Once I get that huge dong buried in her fuckhole, I turn the vibrator on and start slow-pumping her with four-to-five-inch strokes. She goes wild feeling that long shaft move in and out of her, and humps up to meet my strokes. Sometimes she gets so hot, she rolls over on me and sucks my thick seven-inch cock.
I love it when she moans how she loves fucking two cocks at once. When she gets this hot, she’ll usually suck me until I empty my load in her. By that time, she’s usually had a violent orgasm, maybe even two.
We’ve spent a lot of time talking about her taking on a huge cock, and agreed that if the right situation came up, it might be a lot of fun. Which brings me to what I wanted to write about. About three months ago I got to know this guy who works out at the same gym I do. Bill is a nice-looking guy in his late twenties. He’s about six-one, one-eighty, with black hair and brown eyes.
One day, after we played a little horse on the basketball court, I went to shower, and while I was showering Bill walked in and took the shower next to me. As I wiped the soap from my eyes, I glanced down and saw the biggest cock I had ever seen. He was huge. His meat hung halfway to his knees and looked to be two inches thick in its flaccid state. I looked away and hoped he hadn’t noticed me.
Needless to say, when I told Laurie about Bill, while I was slowly fingering her juicy hole, she asked all kinds of questions. I didn’t have any answers, but as we talked, her pussy got wetter and bigger. While humping my fingers hard, she asked how big I thought his cock would be hard. All I could say was it had to be huge–who knows, maybe ten inches? And thick as my arm?
I couldn’t believe how hot her cunt was as I kept working my fingers in and out of her fuckhole. She just kept on bucking wildly and telling me to push harder. When she started coming, she clamped down on my fingers until I had to beg her to ease up on me! When I pulled my hand free, it was coated with juice. At that moment Bill became a permanent part of our fuck fantasies.
I decided to invite him over for dinner, for a Saturday, suggesting he show up that afternoon around three-thirty or four. When I told Laurie, she got real excited. She said she couldn’t wait to meet him. We fucked every night while waiting for Saturday to arrive.
What I didn’t know was that Laurie invited her friend Nancy on the pretext of meeting Bill. We had known Nancy for years, and she is one hot woman. She has long black hair and the prettiest brown eyes I’ve ever seen. She’s five years younger then Laurie and me, stands around five-ten–a bit taller than Laurie–and weighs around one-forty-five. Laurie has caught me numerous times staring at her, and has always kidded me about wanting to fuck her.
We wanted to sleep late Saturday morning, so I set the alarm for eight-thirty. I jumped up right away when it went off. Laurie rolled over and said she would like to sleep another hour or so. I said okay and jumped in the shower. When I finished showering, I threw on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt, went downstairs and fixed myself some breakfast. I’d only eaten about four bites of my eggs and toast when the doorbell rang. It was only nine-forty-five!
When I opened the door, I was startled to find my old friend Paul standing there. He said he had just flown in from Tampa and wondered if he could spend the night with us. I said sure. I knew Laurie would love to see Paul. We had all been great friends in college, and I was the best man at his wedding. His wife Jennifer was one of Laurie’s best friends, and still is–they often spend hours talking on the phone.
I showed Paul to the guest room, to stow his suitcase and freshen up. Then I went back downstairs to finish my breakfast. In time, Paul joined me in the kitchen, also in shorts and a T-shirt.
I heard Laurie in the shower and asked Paul if he wouldn’t mind sweeping the deck out back.
“For a cold beer I might,” he said.
I took two Buds out of the fridge and handed him one. Just as he went out the back door, the doorbell rang again. It was still only ten-thirty! I wondered who on earth this could be.
When I opened the door, I grinned. It was Nancy. She gave me a hug and a kiss and said Laurie had invited her over for dinner and a dip in the hot tub. She asked if there was anything she could do to help. I said she could help Paul sweep the deck.
“Paul’s here?” she said. “Great!” She had met him several years before at a party at our house.
I followed her back to the kitchen. She threw her terry-cloth robe over a kitchen chair, then headed out the back door. As she did, my eyes just about popped out of my head–and my cock started to crawl down my shorts.
She had on a white thong that barely covered her pussy and rode just inside the crack of her ass. Her top was made of thin strips of material that barely covered her generous-size round tits. The top seemed to lift her firm jugs up so they looked like they would jump right out at you. The top also left the sides of her tits almost completely visible.
Watching from the kitchen window, I saw Paul gulp hard and reposition his hardening cock with his hand even as he and Nancy chatted like old friends. I still couldn’t take my eyes off her. She was so hot! My cock was so hard, you could have cracked walnuts with it.
I didn’t hear Laurie come in the kitchen. I didn’t know she was there until I felt her moist tongue and hot breath on my neck. “Bad boy,” she whispered as she slid her tongue in my ear. “I’ll bet you would just love to fuck Nancy, wouldn’t you?” With her big tits pushing into my back, she reached around and rubbed my swollen cock through my shorts. I let out a wild animal sound as she rubbed my rod.
“Oh baby, you want to fuck her bad, don’t you?” she said. “Well, honey, your fantasy just might come true today. You never know.”
I turned around to give Laurie a kiss, and thought I was going to come right there in my shorts. She was wearing a black thong that barely covered her hot slit and rode up her ass crack. God, she was hot! She had on a top made of thin nylon strings which left her huge tits pretty much totally exposed.
“What do you think of my new swimsuit?” she purred.
All I could say was, “Baby, you are going to make every man that sees you in that suit rock-hard.”
She smiled and said that was the idea. She gave me a kiss and went out on the deck to talk to Paul and Nancy. It finally dawned on me that Laurie and Nancy had planned to fuck Bill all along! Just the thought of this sent pre-come dripping down my shorts.
After the deck was swept, we all sat around and drank margaritas and caught up on old times. Paul said he could only stay the one night because he had to catch an early-morning flight. I couldn’t get over how hot my wife and Nancy were. Apparently Paul couldn’t either, judging from the way he kept shifting his cock in his shorts.
Finally the doorbell rang. “Ah, that must be Bill,” I said.
I went to the front door and let Bill in. I told him everyone was out on the deck. When he stepped out, his eyes almost popped out of his head at the sight of Laurie and Nancy in their thongs and reveal-all tops. By now their hard nipples were pushing out against the flimsy fabric of those tops.
I smiled and introduced Bill to Laurie, then introduced Nancy as her friend and coworker. It was hard not to notice Bill’s cock growing down his pants leg. He hurried past the girls and introduced himself to Paul, who was getting a fire going in the barbecue pit. I brought beers over to the guys, and asked what they thought of Nancy. They hemmed and hawed, but Paul was still squirming in his shorts and the bulge in Bill’s pants leg was halfway to his knee.
I pretended not to notice the fires raging in the guys’ crotches, and said I needed to add some chemicals to the hot tub, as Laurie thought that after dinner we might want to all relax together with a few drinks in the tub. That didn’t help with the crotch-fire situation! While Paul started to put the meat on the grill, Bill helped me with the hot tub. Then he followed me inside and helped me make a pitcher of margaritas, which I put in the freezer for later.
We ate out on the deck. Amid the casual conversation about the day’s events, I noticed both Bill’s and Paul’s eyes bouncing back and forth between Laurie’s and Nancy’s largely exposed tits. As dinner progressed, Bill kept trying to relieve the pressure in his pants by repositioning his cock. It evidently didn’t help! He had to be wondering how he could get up from the table without everyone staring at his hard-on.
Bill caught a break when Nancy offered to help Laurie clear the table. As soon as the girls went in the kitchen, he quickly got up and, while still chatting with Paul and me, made his way over to the barbecue pit. He positioned himself behind it, concealing the telltale bulge in his pants. The three of us enjoyed a couple more beers while the girls were finishing up in the kitchen.
When the girls finally rejoined us, they climbed right in the hot tub, frozen margaritas in hand. Laurie called out for Bill, Paul and me to join them. When Bill and Paul said they didn’t have any suits, Laurie looked at Nancy, smiled and yelled back, “No problem! Let’s put some music on and dance.”
The girls climbed out of the hot tub, grabbed towels and took them inside. Then we heard really sensual music playing in the living room, and Laurie’s voice was calling out, “Hey, guys, please come in and join us.” We went in and found the girls in the living room drying each other off. While drying Nancy’s back, Laurie reached around and cupped her tits. Nancy leaned back into her and moaned.
Laurie smiled at us and, running her tongue sensually along her lips, said, “Wouldn’t one of you guys like to come over and dance with Nancy?”
As we entered the living room, Nancy cried, “Jeez, Laurie, you’re right. He’s hung like a horse!” They were both staring at the bulge running most of the way down Bill’s pants.
I heard Laurie say in Nancy’s ear that her pussy was on fire and she needed to be fucked right now. Nancy moved behind her and began drying her back, but as she did, she pulled Laurie’s thong up in back. My cock went rock-hard as the front of her thong disappeared into her wet slit.
“Oh my, guys,” Nancy said in a sensual voice, “she needs some thick, hard cock, and seems to need it right now!”
I couldn’t believe my eyes when Nancy’s finger disappeared in Laurie’s pussy! She took her finger slowly out of my wife’s hole and took it in her mouth, then withdrew it, saying, “Oh baby, you boys don’t know what you’re missing. Man, that’s one sweet cunt!”
Nancy grabbed Laurie’s hand and headed for our bedroom. Bill, Paul and I followed, with our hard cocks pushing against the fabric of our clothes, begging to be set free. When we entered the bedroom, Nancy was already fingering Laurie’s fuckhole, pumping her fingers in and out while massaging Laurie’s clit with her thumb. Laurie moaned deeply each time Nancy pumped in her.
Nancy took time out from sliding her tongue across one of my wife’s hard nipples to look over at us and ask, “Wouldn’t one of you like to fuck this hot hole?”
Paul and Bill looked and me. I said, “It’s okay with me.”
We started stripping our clothes off. As we stood at the end of the king-size bed, Laurie said, “Oh Bill, please fuck me with your huge cock.”
Paul and I glanced over to see Bill pumping the biggest tool I for one had ever seen. Laurie spread her legs, giving us all a great view of her gaping hole. Bill moved between her legs and guided his cock to her opening. She groaned when the huge cockhead brushed up against her slit. Bill buried about half his monster in her on the initial thrust.
“Oh baby,” she said as the huge shaft penetrated her, “fill my hot pussy with that huge prick of yours. Come on, baby, I want to feel every fucking inch of your huge cock in me.”
Bill took his time, letting Laurie adjust to his size. It took him about ten minutes to get the whole thing in her. She started to come as soon as he started pumping her with six-to-seven-inch strokes.
“Fuck me! Oh, fuck me!” she gasped. “Drive your big cock in me! Come on, baby, ram it in me! I want to feel your jism flood my hot fuckhole.” She was going crazy, bucking up to meet his thrusts, still begging him to fuck her harder. I’d never seen her have an orgasm like this.
When Bill started to really ram it in Laurie, we knew he was about to unload. Finally he jammed his cock in to the hilt and growled as he blew his load. He rolled off her and lay still on the bed. She rolled over, moved between his legs and started to gently pump his semi-erect cock. She took the head in her mouth and sucked out his remaining juice.
I felt Nancy’s hand slide between my legs, then her fingers wrapping around my hard cock. She started to pump my rod slowly. “Oh baby,” she said in my ear, “you’re about to pop.” She dropped to her knees and took me deep in her throat. Man, she knew how to suck cock! As she moved her head up and down my shaft, she pumped it slowly with one hand and squeezed my balls with the other. She lifted her mouth off my rod long enough to say, “Come on, baby, I want to taste your hot load. Laurie says your come is so sweet.”
That did it! My load welled up just as she took me deep in her mouth. I sent several streams of fuck juice down her throat. She stayed on my cock, sucking up every drop she could.
Finally she looked up at me and said, “Ooh, Laurie was right, you have some sweet come stored in your big balls. I’ll be glad to take a load anytime.”
Laurie told Paul to come over and lie on the bed. “I need more cock, baby,” she said. “Come over here and let me mount you. I need a hard cock up my hot pussy, Paul. Wouldn’t you like to fuck my hot cunt?”
Paul lay down on the bed. Laurie mounted him and quickly took his pole roughly the same length as mine, or maybe a half inch longer balls-deep. She rocked up and down on it, saying how good it felt to have a big hard cock rammed up her.
Nancy got up and moved behind Laurie on the bed and kissed her back and ran her fingers up her ass crack. Laurie bent forward to allow Nancy access to her tight brown hole. Nancy reached for a tube of lube on the nightstand and squeezed a little in Laurie’s crack, then worked it gently in her asshole. She pumped a finger in and out, then worked a second finger in. Laurie, while still grinding down on Paul’s cock, was also humping back to get more of Nancy’s fingers up her ass.
All of a sudden Laurie moaned for Bill to shove his huge cock up her ass. No way would he be able to stuff that thing in her rear, I thought. Nancy told him to move behind Laurie. Then she reached between them and guided Bill’s cock to Laurie’s asshole.
“Oh baby,” Nancy said, “you have got one hell of a fuckstick.” Her hands reached barely halfway around it!
Laurie yelped when Nancy brought the huge cockhead in contact with her hole. Nancy told Bill to push, but as he did, Laurie said for him to go slow. All of a sudden the cockhead popped in her. Bill had pushed so hard, about three inches of cock sank in with it.
“Oh jeez, stop!” Laurie rasped. “Shit, wait for me to adjust to your size.”
They lay motionless for about three minutes. Finally Laurie started grinding back into Bill. “Shit, Nancy, he feels great!” she said. “Ease a couple more inches in me.” Nancy controlled the depth of Bill’s strokes. It took about fifteen minutes, but she managed to work eight or nine inches’ worth up Laurie’s asshole.
Laurie said that was all she could take, but she wanted Bill to fuck her asshole the way Paul had fucked her. Bill’s balls started boiling with his cock stuffed in that tight hole, and he was rocking Laurie toward another orgasm along with him. Then he was unloading in her. “Yeah, baby,” she said, “fill that hole with your hot come.”
After Bill emptied his load, he rolled off Laurie, and she slid off Paul and lay motionless for a good ten minutes, with come seeping out of both of her well-fucked holes. Bill lay spent on the bed. Nancy got a washcloth and started cleaning his cock. Once she’d washed it thoroughly, she started gently pumping it and running her tongue all along it. It started to come back to life!
Nancy slid up Bill’s body. She gave him a deep soul kiss and said in his ear that she needed to feel his horse cock buried in her. I couldn’t believe it, but his cock was throbbing again!
Nancy slid down and slurped the huge head into her mouth. She took about five inches of cock in, then just sucked for a while, sliding her tongue all over the head and paying special attention to the underside of the shaft. She slid her mouth off the pole and ran her tongue up and down the shaft, stopping at the bottom just long enough to suck one ball in her mouth.
Nancy glanced over and saw me fisting my swollen rod. “Hey, sweetie,” she said, “why don’t you loosen me up so I can take this horse cock all the way in?”
I moved behind her and slid my cock balls-deep in her on one push.
“Oh baby, that feels good,” Nancy purred. “Now pump that thing in and out of me.” She continued sucking Bill’s fuckpole and alternately sucking on his come sacs. I pounded away at her cunt. I loved feeling my balls slap against her ass while watching her go right on with the world-class blowjob she was giving Bill.
“Get ready, baby,” I gasped, “’cause here it comes!”
“Go on and fill my pussy with your sweet come, baby,” she replied.
I started spewing my load in her.
“Oh baby, that was great,” Nancy said as I pulled out of her.
Bill couldn’t take it any longer. He rolled over on top of Nancy. She spread her legs, and he guided his shaft to her hole. I couldn’t believe how easily it slid in her. She took all but the last inch or two with no problem. Then it took a few minutes for her to adjust and be able to take the rest of him.
Once he was in all the way, she begged him to fuck her and fuck her hard. It was an unbelievable sight, watching that monster shaft thrust so furiously in and out of beautiful Nancy, who would buck up to meet each of his thrusts while urging him repeatedly to fuck her “hard and deep.”
There was no mistaking the moment when Nancy all of a sudden was rocked by orgasm. Bill seemed to be about ready to come as well, and he started pounding her hole harder and harder. With her body still in convulsions, she managed to get out words to tell him that she wanted him to come in her mouth. Obligingly, he pulled his cock our of her, and she quickly jumped between his legs.
Bill guided his slab to Nancy’s mouth, and she was immediately all over it. He eased as much of the shaft as he could fit in her mouth, and began pumping gently. After surprisingly few strokes he was pumping a fresh load of come in her mouth. By the time he heaved his final spurt in her, she had swallowed every last drop of his juice. Then she went over his spent cock again with her tongue, searching for any stray drops of come she had missed.
Bill rolled over on his back. Nancy slid her body up his and gave him the first of a series of deep tongue kisses. The two of them collapsed exhausted in each other’s arms.
Then I heard noises that turned out to be coming from my cock-hungry wife. I couldn’t believe what I saw! She was kneeling between Paul’s legs, licking and sucking on his cock, trying to get it ready for action again.
“Come on, baby!” she was saying as she pumped at his spongy tool.
Even more amazingly, Paul was responding! His shaft began to rise. She kept right on working it, and slowly but surely it came back to life. As I watched this scene, I suddenly realized that I was stroking my own meat! And it was coming back to life too! Soon it was throbbing and ready for action.
I noticed how stretched and inviting Laurie’s asshole looked. So I got on the bed and knelt behind her, then positioned my now-fully-engorged hard-on up against her back door.
“Oh baby, yes!” she said. “Fuck my ass. Shove your horny cock all the way in me, up to your balls. Baby, I want to feel every fucking inch of your manhood up my ass.”
She kept this up as I worked my cock slowly but surely in her ass. She took every inch and humped back into me to meet my thrusts.
“Oh fuck, baby, that feels great!” she said. “Ram your big cock in me! Give it to me as hard as you can. Oh yes! Now I want to feel you shoot, baby! Come on, baby, fuck my ass! Pound your beautiful cock in me!”
I felt my come rush up my shaft and shoot deep in my wife’s ass.
“Oh yeah, baby,” she kept saying, “fill my hole with your come.”
When my spent cock popped out of her, I rolled off her and lay exhausted on the bed. She wasn’t finished, though. I watched as she mounted Paul, taking his big, thick cock in her pussy in a single stroke. Then she started moving up and down on his pole. She rocked back and forth on him, trying to force him still deeper in her cunt.
Finally Laurie rolled over on her back and told Paul to mount her and fuck the shit out of her. He climbed between her legs and pushed his cock in. It wasn’t long before it was all the way in, and he started to pound her with everything he could muster, fucking her in broad, powerful strokes. She met each stroke with one of her own, forcing her cunt relentlessly back over his fuckstick.
“Yeah, baby,” she was shouting now, “drive your cock up my hole. Fuck me, baby! Just keep on fucking me!”
This time, though, it looked like she didn’t have another orgasm in her. Still, she kept right on fucking Paul, until finally with a loud grunt he let fly. And sure enough, as he buried his ropes of come inside her, her body shook in climax yet one more time.
Paul rolled off of Laurie, completely spent. She motioned for me to join her on the bed. When I was on the bed beside her, she kissed me and told me she loved me more than anything else in the world. Then she asked, “How did you like your surprise?”
All I could say was, “I love you, baby.”
As she gently stroked my cock, she leaned over and whispered in my ear, “I want to fuck Bill one more time.”
I couldn’t believe she had the staying power for that. And then when I slid my hand between her legs, I couldn’t believe how wet and loose her pussy was. I slid my fingers in up to the knuckles with no problem! I moved my thumb lightly across her clit while I pumped my fingers in and out.
“Oh baby, that feels great!” she said. “But I really need a cock in there. A really big one, to really fill my hole.” Once again she kissed me deeply. “Aw, come on, baby, let’s get Bill to fuck my pussy just once more. I really need to feel his huge cock banging me.”
We moved over by Nancy and Bill, and Laurie moved her hand between Bill’s legs. She wrapped her fingers around his tool and pumped it. I moved behind Nancy and stroked her pussy. She let out a low moan and spread her legs, allowing me easy access to her pussy. I slid my fingers in and worked her clit with my thumb.
“Oh, that feels great,” Nancy said. “Don’t stop. Keep fingering my hole.” She rolled over so I could drive my fingers in deeper.
Meanwhile, Bill was groaning as Laurie sucked on and gently pumped his giant cock. He rolled over to give her better access to it. I watched her slide her tongue up and down the length of it.
Nancy was completely awake now, and begging me to finger her deeper and harder. Finally she said, “Come on, baby, don’t you want to fuck my juicy hole? Please feed me some hard cock.”
I moved between her legs and buried my cock to the hilt. Then I rammed it to her, pounding my cock in and out of her as hard as I could.
“Oh fuck, I’m coming,” she shouted. “Keep fucking me, baby. Keep pounding my hole with your huge cock.”
As I pounded Nancy’s cunt with all I had, I glanced over and saw Bill pushing that monster cock of his in my wife. The sight sent come racing up my shaft and spewing into Nancy’s pussy.
“Oh baby, I wasn’t ready for that,” she gasped as I finished coming in her.
I rolled off Nancy and watched Bill fuck my wife deep and hard. Her head moved from side to side as he rammed his huge dong in to the hilt. “Oh fuck, baby,” she said, “you fill my pussy like no one’s ever filled it!” He fucked her with long, slow strokes for about ten minutes. She kept begging him to fuck her more–to fuck her longer, harder.
He was really pounding away at her, and at some point she must have become aware that he was on the verge. Before he could blow, she cried out, “Come in my mouth, baby! I want to taste your come!”
Bill pulled that giant shaft out, and Laurie jumped between his legs. She took his cockhead in her mouth and with both hands gave the shaft a series of hard pumps. He let out a loud whoop as he emptied his load in her mouth. Then he rolled over, but she kept his cock in her mouth, trying to suck more liquid out of him. Finally she rolled off of him and motioned for me to come lie beside her.
As we cuddled, she whispered, “Thanks, honey. I think I’ve had enough cock for one day.”
I smiled and we drifted off to sleep. When we awoke in the morning, everyone was gone. Paul left a note saying he had a great time. Nancy and Bill had apparently left together, and began dating right after that. They stop over a couple of times a month now, and we do our best to re-create the most amazing sexual experience Laurie and I have had in our twenty-seven years of marriage.–J.H., Charlotte, North Carolina
Cole and I first met at the high school that both his daughter and mine attended. We were both single parents in our forties, and hence were probably more aware of each other than we might otherwise have been. Although we never dated, from the start there seemed to be some sexual tension between us. We both sensed it when we met at school functions or sporting events, and it became still more evident when, at our daughters’ graduation party, we found ourselves alone together and began talking about sex. Our discussion was supposedly academic and impersonal, but we both knew there was something more behind it. We shared our belief that there was nothing dirty about sexual pleasure, and that our society was far too uptight about sex. We flirted with supposedly taboo subjects such as domination and submission, all of it cloaked in impersonal terms. But of course I wouldn’t have discussed these topics with most of the people in the room, nor would I have wanted anyone to know I’d been talking of such things. It was, after all, a small suburban town. I knew that some of what I said might be construed by Cole as an invitation, but I was just being truthful about my feelings. I was also horny, and I caught myself fantasizing about how Cole and I might get together for wild sex after our daughters went off to college. I somehow knew that if we did so, we wouldn’t have a conventional social or romantic relationship. It would just be sex. Very intense sex.
As it happened, Cole was thinking along the same lines. At the end of our conversation he told me he would be traveling in Europe for a few months, but that he hoped he’d see me on his return. Three weeks later I received a postcard from Roissy in France. The message said simply, “Thinking of you.” But somehow Cole had known that I would recognize Roissy as the setting for The Story of O, and that his cryptic note would speak volumes.
Several months passed, and it was getting on towards Christmas when Cole returned. I didn’t know he was back until I got a note from him one Monday morning. It was in the form of a formal invitation, printed in script on high quality eggshell-colored paper. It read:
“You are invited to an evening of sexual indulgence beginning at six o’clock this Friday evening, in the privacy of your home. If you will surrender yourself to me, I propose to pamper you with a bath, champagne and a shrimp dinner then bind you with leather cuffs. I will then pleasure you sexually in ways of my choosing. Your nipples might be caressed or they might be clamped your ass might be teased or penetrated. Nothing will be off-limits, but I assure you that whatever is done will be for your pleasure as well as mine. You may accept or decline, but acceptance must be unconditional. RSVP to my private voice mail here he included his number , and include measurements of your wrists and neck. If you accept, further instructions will follow.”
Although I admit I was surprised by the boldness of the invitation, I was not shocked. I reread the note several times, and the truth was that I found myself becoming slightly moist upon reading the part about my nipples and ass. I couldn’t help visualizing what might happen on Friday. The proposal might seem outrageous, since we had never even dated, but somehow I trusted Cole, and his note was certainly consistent with my erotic desire to surrender myself, and to be pleasured in my surrender.
So I didn’t really have to make a decision. What he wanted was what I wanted too. I trembled slightly as I measured my neck and wrists, but it was with excitement and anticipation rather than fear. Following instructions, I phoned in my acceptance to his voice mail, and I felt hot as I read my measurements into the recorder.
Though it may sound immodest, the fact is that I am proud of my body, and even though I have a college-age daughter, I know myself to be both sexy and sensuous. My hair is long, blonde and silky, and is envied by most of my friends, who have to dye their hair and think it proper at their age to have short cuts. I keep mine long because it makes me feel sexy. I also have a slim figure, large firm breasts and long, well-shaped legs which are frequently stared at by men of all ages. Sometimes I get a kick out of imagining what lewd thoughts they are having, but I suspect that if I ever let them in on my own thoughts, most of them would probably be too embarrassed to perform.
When I was married I used to allow my husband to shave my pussy from time to time, and even now I keep it trimmed very short. It makes me feel decadent and sexy. My collection of nipple clamps and other sex toys also originated with my husband, but I keep them because I still derive pleasure from them. I have never seen any reason to deny myself pleasure.
Cole, I knew, sensed this about me, and appreciated it. Far from being embarrassed, he would revel in my erotic fantasies, and match them with his own. The more I thought about him and our upcoming meeting, the more excited I became.
On Friday morning a dozen red roses were delivered to my door, with the florist’s small envelope resting among the stems. I set the envelope aside and arranged the roses in a large vase. I deliberately tortured myself by leaving the envelope unopened for half an hour or more. Finally I opened it nervously, not knowing if the roses were an apology for a last-minute cancellation or an accompaniment to the further instructions mentioned in the invitation.
The note opened by informing me that heavy snow was predicted for that evening. Cole said he was looking forward to having me all to himself, sealed off from the outside world by the snow. If it snowed enough, he said, he would spend the night, and I would be his until the roads were eventually cleared. I liked that thought as well.
“I will arrive at your home at five-thirty,” the note continued, “and will need a few minutes in your kitchen. After six o’clock we will use only candles. I assume you have some candelabra we can use. These should be on the kitchen counter. I’ll bring the candles. Please put some firewood near the fireplace, so I can prepare a fire for later. While I attend to these chores, you will be in your bathroom, with your clothes off, trimming the hair on your Venus mound for me. You will then wait for me, wearing only a silk robe or the equivalent. When I am ready I’ll bathe and otherwise prepare you for the evening of pleasure. After six o’clock, the outside world will not exist. There will be no mention of children, phone calls or other daily distractions.”
During that day I could hardly think about anything outside of the coming evening. The thought of him “preparing” me for him, and then using me sexually in any way he chose, kept me moist all day long. Long before he was due I put on some special panties that made me feel sexy, first trimming my pussy hair. I thought of how I would tell him that I had already done that, anticipating how his cock would react to the knowledge that his note had prompted such a reaction.
Thinking about the expected snow, and the candles that would be our only source of light, added to my mood of sexual surrender. It prompted images of castles and captive princesses. I enjoyed picturing myself as a princess in bondage, perhaps even being sold at auction to serve as a sex slave. I thought I could be good at it.
Cole arrived as scheduled. He unpacked what he’d brought for dinner, and set out some dishes for the shrimp and sauce. I told him that I had already taken care of the candles for the bathroom. I decided to tell him later about trimming my pussy hair. Cole nodded and sent me off to the bathroom to light the candles and change for our evening together, saying that he would lay the fire and put some music on before joining me.
As if on cue, it had started to snow at five-thirty. The snow had already covered the bathroom skylight, which added to the intimacy of the candlelit room. As I undressed and put on the thin robe I had hung up there in preparation, I found the lighting extremely sensual, and the outside world seemed very distant. Nothing mattered beyond the range of the candles. The soft classical music playing in the background made the scene complete.
When Cole entered the room he had changed into a silk robe, and was carrying a bottle of champagne and two glasses. He quickly started the water in the oversized tub, then poured the champagne for us. As the tub was filling, he unhurriedly opened up my robe and admired my body. He told me my breasts were beautiful, and that he loved them. As his eyes moved down my body, he complimented me on my closely trimmed Venus mound. I explained that I kept my pubic hair rather short all the time, but that I had trimmed it particularly close after reading his note, to prepare myself for him.
When the tub was full and scented with oil, Cole helped me into the steamy water, then removed his robe and climbed in as well. As I sipped champagne with a rapidly beating heart, he proceeded to bathe me, moving around in the large tub to reach every part of my body. Over a period of about ten minutes he gradually caressed all of me, from my toes to my neck. When he’d covered as much of me as he could reach he gestured for me to turn over and get on my knees. This gave him access to the backs of my thighs, my ass and my pussy, all of which he washed thoroughly. I was then guided back to a seated position, where I enjoyed more sensuous caressing of my back, shoulders and arms as he sat behind me.
When we got out of the tub Cole dried me off, using my largest and softest bath towel. I had forgotten how decadent a towel could feel in the hands of another. The toweling was followed by an application of gardenia-scented powder, my favorite scent and an appropriately sensuous conclusion to the bath.
Cole explained to me that our dinner would consist of an oversized shrimp cocktail which we would enjoy with champagne in front of the fireplace. For dinner we would wear only our silk robes, plus, in my case, a pair of high-heeled mules that accentuated my long legs. Cole asserted that the very first time he had seen me at a school function, my legs had caught his eye, and he had fantasized about being with me sexually ever since.
He escorted me to the family room carrying a candelabra, and once there he lit the fire he’d previously set. Dinner was simple but great. It was snowing furiously outside seeming to seal us off in our own private world, just as Cole had predicted. By the end of dinner I was savoring the combined effects of the snow, the bath and the champagne, feeling totally relaxed and extremely sensual.
It seemed only natural when we began to kiss and caress each other, sitting there in front of the fire. I had never felt so aroused. After a few minutes Cole stood, took my hand and led me unresisting into the bedroom.
Once there he lit more candles. There was a candelabra on each side of the bed, and one near the foot. The brass bedposts glistened in the light. With a few simple motions, Cole removed the pillows and stripped the bed linens down to the bottom sheet, so that the bed now resembled a platform more than a regular bed. The candles made it the center of attention, since they left the rest of the room in relative darkness. In fact, the lighting seemed to transform that room into a place I had never seen, not like my familiar bedroom at all. The notion of a candle-illuminated sex platform on which I would be erotically used reminded me again of some of the novels I’d read. My blood quickened at the thought of the lewd acts I might be asked to perform. I would have no responsibility for what I did, and could simply enjoy whatever my lover demanded.
Cole guided me to one end of the room, near my dresser, and slowly removed my robe. From a large box he had placed on the dresser he produced a pair of leather wrist cuffs, and proceeded to encircle each of my wrists. He then put a leather collar around my neck. It was soft, but the imagery it brought to mind was intense. Then there was more leather, a corset-like garment that he fitted around me. I stood passively, watching the candles, the flickering light and the shadows. It was almost hypnotic, and for a brief time it was as if Cole were dressing someone else. But no, it was me. The garment fit snugly, but it was not uncomfortable. It wasn’t really a corset, since it had a lycra back that allowed the material to stretch it was more like a long-line bra, but with no cups. It left my breasts totally exposed, and in fact they seemed to be accentuated by the dark leather that surrounded them on the sides and bottom. I knew that my fair skin was dramatically displayed by the surrounding blackness, the texture of which also set off the creamy softness of my flesh. I could see that Cole’s eyes were glued to my breasts, and the bulge at the front of his robe told me that his cock was lusting for me. My legs felt weak with desire, and I could feel that my pussy was dripping.
Once he had finished dressing me in leather, Cole guided me over to a straight-backed chair and sat me down in it. He then drew my arms back so that my wrist cuffs could be connected behind the chair with a short chain. This position pushed my chest forward, putting it even more on display. As I looked down at myself in the subdued light, with my arms drawn back behind me, my breasts seemed to be all there was of me. I again thought of the slave auctions in the books I had read, and thought I would fetch a good price. My tits were large and still firm, and any man would enjoy them.
It was obvious that Cole certainly did. He now moved to his knees in front of me so that his face was on a level with my bosom. His hands and mouth enveloped my breasts, first gently, and then more insistently. He was blatantly enjoying me in a purely sexual way, and I reveled in that fact. I wanted to be his sex object in fact at that moment I wanted nothing else. I could almost see my breasts swelling with pleasure as he gorged himself on them.
After his prolonged attention to my nipples, they were proudly erect and throbbing. Cole now encircled each of them with a rubberized loop that he adjusted tightly enough to keep it in place, but not to the point of pain. There was a small metal ball hanging from each loop, and the weight of them made my nipples pulse with desire, keeping them fully erect for Cole’s pleasure. He caressed each nub with his mouth, clearly enjoying the sensation of the hardened flesh against his sensitive lips, and the knowledge that those lips were teasing and arousing me sexually.
Cole then stood up and moved around the chair to release the chain between my wrists. Standing me up, he guided me over to the platform that was once my bed. After placing a thick flat pillow in the center of that platform, he directed me to lie face down on it with the pillow under my hips. He then moved to the headboard and fastened each of my wrists in turn to a cord which he then attached to a bedpost. My ankles were left unbound, but he spread my legs apart, and I knew instinctively that they were to remain that way, as if they were tied.
Now it was my ass that was being dramatically displayed in the light of the candles. With my backside sticking way up in the air, there wasn’t any doubt as to what part of my body Cole intended to focus on. The position was blatantly sexual, and my level of arousal rose still higher as I visualized how obscenely I was positioned, and how wonderfully helpless I was. What was he planning to do with my ass? Whatever it was, I was ready. I was merely a sex object who could and would enjoy whatever my lover chose to do to me. With these thoughts driving me crazy with desire, I closed my eyes and surrendered.
Something unfamiliar touched my ass and slid in a circular motion over the flesh. Cole was standing next to the bed, but not close enough to reach me with his hand. My heart leaped as I guessed that he was holding a riding crop or some similar object. Within a few seconds my speculation was confirmed. There was a very brief whistle of air, and a sudden impact on my left buttock. My body jerked with surprise more than anything else the blow was not heavy enough to be painful, and the sensation flooded me with lust. The slap of the crop was repeated on my other cheek, and then twice more in rapid succession. Yes! I was being punished, and I wanted that punishment, I needed it. It was so good!
The crop now slid between my legs, moving slowly, and caressed my pussy from front to back. Oh my god, was he going to hit me there? But no. Another delicious smack on my ass cheek, followed by two more, and then the crop returned to my pussy, lightly teasing the lips. I felt totally exposed and vulnerable. I didn’t know what to expect next, but I was happy and gratified when the crop smacked my ass twice more. I was so aroused that I thought I might come right there and then. I not only loved what he was doing to me, I also loved the fact that I didn’t know what he might do next. I trusted him completely, and had every confidence that he knew what he was doing and that I was safe in his hands. But still, that feeling of uncertainty, of not knowing what was coming next, was as exciting as anything I had ever experienced.
Though my head was swimming, I was still aware that Cole had put down the riding crop and was now removing his robe. A minute later I felt his weight on the bed as he moved to position himself between my legs. Although I was anticipating his touch, when his hand first caressed my outer thigh an unbelievably intense sexual jolt seemed to pass through my whole body. I felt as if everything below my waist was an erogenous zone. The sensation only increased as his hands proceeded to roam over my thighs and hips, and then moved to my ass, clutching and caressing at the same time. I loved the erotic feeling of his hands on my ass, which was so blatantly displayed for him. Each caress was like a hungry acceptance of the passion I was offering up to him. I moaned with pleasure as he kneaded my buttocks, touching the sensitive spots where the crop had landed.
I was even more thrilled when I felt his mouth on my ass, randomly kissing and nibbling the quivering cheeks. His lips were like a sensuous extension of his hands, and I cried out with joy when one of those hands found its way to my dripping pussy while his mouth moved over my ass. At one point I could feel him spreading my ass cheeks and lubricating the opening of my anus with his saliva. Then I felt his finger there, teasing the tight opening.
My ass has always been sensitive, and anal play has often produced some of my most intense orgasms. From past experience I knew that when I was in the right mood, the nerve endings of my asshole seemed to be directly connected to my clitoris. And on this night I was definitely in the right mood. My excitement grew dramatically as Cole’s finger teased my anus, and then penetrated it. The finger came and went, and again I felt Cole’s tongue, licking and lubricating my little hole before his finger began probing once again.
While his finger played with my anus, his other hand roamed over my ass cheeks, and between my legs to my pussy. His mouth was also busy, and when it once again hovered over my anus, his tongue now seriously licking and probing, it practically made me come on the spot. He was using one hand to keep my ass cheeks spread, while the other played with my pussy. My body arched upward, off the pillow, trying to get more of his tongue in my ass. It was an incredible feeling. His fingers caressed the sensitive area between my ass and my pussy, while his tongue penetrated my asshole, probing the tightness of my sphincter. Then he was tongue-fucking me, sliding that wonderfully flexible tongue in and out until I couldn’t stand any more. I had reached the point of sexual overload, and my body was wracked by a huge orgasm.
Cole kept both his hands and his mouth on my ass as my climax slowly subsided. “I’m not done with your ass, darling,” he said as I recovered. “After you’ve rested for a minute or two I plan to penetrate your lovely backside with a small dildo. To begin with.” His words brought on a swift post-orgasmic spasm of pleasure. I know your asshole is tight,” Cole continued, stroking me lightly. “But I’ll go slowly and I’m sure you will relax and enjoy it. I want to use the dildo to spread some lubrication in your ass, and to keep it relaxed and open, since in a little while I’ll want to replace the dildo with my cock.”
My heart was pounding with anticipation. My asshole, along with my pussy, was still twitching sporadically with the aftereffects of my orgasm, and when Cole’s lubricated finger first touched it I jumped as if I’d received an electric shock. And I continued to jerk and twitch pleasurably as he slowly slipped that finger into me and circled it around the inside of my anus.
Pleasurable as those spasms might have been, they had the effect of closing up my asshole and impeding the progress of Cole’s probing finger. I apologized, but Cole told me not to worry. “I’m not going away, darling,” he said soothingly. “I can be very patient. In a few minutes your body will relax and welcome my attention. I’ll go very slowly, but I’m not going to stop.”
God, I wanted to kiss this man. He did indeed proceed slowly, and eventually my spasms subsided and I was able to relax and take his finger all the way inside me. Still, we both knew that his finger was one thing and the dildo was another, not to mention his cock.
But now Cole decided to skip the dildo and see if he could get his cock inside me. With his finger still my ass, he explained that he was going to replace it with his penis. He wanted my ass, he told me, and he intended to get it. If he wasn’t able to fuck me there tonight, he would use my pussy instead, but he would expect me to offer my ass to him tomorrow. He wouldn’t remind me, he said I would be expected to take the initiative. His words thrilled me to the core, and I readily agreed.
He had some difficulty at first. As much as I wanted him inside me, my anus for some reason closed down and didn’t seem willing to relax. He tried several times, with infinite patience, but couldn’t broach my tight sphincter. I was as frustrated as he was, if not more, and at one point I urged him to force himself inside me, but he refused. His hand toyed with my pussy, which was still dripping wet from my past arousal. I enjoyed this attention, but my ass seemed to have a mind of its own. Cole was about to give up for the night when suddenly, without warning, my asshole opened like a flower and his cock slipped inside. It was a tight fit, but it felt absolutely marvelous, and I heard myself groaning with passion, thrusting back at him. Cole’s cock, he told me later, practically exploded in response, but he held on and forced himself to move slowly. He wanted to pound into my sexy ass, but instead he stroked in and out carefully, and soon I was opening even more. He thrust harder then, both of us moaning and gasping, and as he went deeper my pushing ass told him I wanted more and more. Then I was coming hard, orgasming violently for the second time that night, and Cole cried out as he burst inside me and then collapsed on my spasming body.
When we had recovered, Cole released my cuffs from the bedposts and removed the loops from my nipples. I promptly brought my hands to my breasts and caressed them, soothing and stimulating the still throbbing nipples. Cole stared at me as I did so, and I saw his now limp cock twitching as if coming back to life. I thought he might want to take me again right away, and I was ready and willing.
Instead, he reminded me of what he had said about the snow. It now looked as though the roads wouldn’t be clear until at least noon the next day, and he intended to stay with me overnight. In the morning, he informed me, I would still be his sex slave, and as such I was not to leave the bedroom or put on any clothing without his permission. Before he left he expected his cock to have been eagerly serviced by both my ass and my pussy.
With that thought we got ready to go to sleep. Cole removed the corset, but left the cuffs and collar in place, saying that they would serve as a reminder of my servitude and what was expected of me. Finally he extinguished the candles, and we both fell asleep quickly.
When I awoke Cole was already up, standing by the side of the bed. He told me he was making coffee in the greenhouse that adjoined the rear of my house, and that he wanted me to join him there. Glorying in the sense of being his slave, I asked him humbly if I might use the bathroom first, and he said yes.
When I came out of the bathroom I called out to the greenhouse to ask what I should wear. Cole’s response was simple: he had laid some black silk panties and my high-heeled mules out for me on the dresser. I would wear those and nothing else. At first I was taken aback at the thought of going into the glass-walled greenhouse nearly naked but then I reasoned that with eight to ten inches of snow on the ground no one would be walking in the woods behind the house. Cole also said that I should also bring the tube of K-Y jelly, which he had placed next to the panties.
As I tentatively entered the greenhouse, Cole’s eyes devoured my mostly nude body, and I could just imagine how I looked, wearing nothing but leather cuffs, panties and high heels. The sun was out, and the snow glistened brightly against a blue sky. The glare made me feel like a performer under stage lights, but there was no one else to see, and the heavy snow made the greenhouse feel even more isolated then usual. Even in my somewhat nervous state I had to marvel at the beauty of the snow and the trees in the morning sun.
I placed the K-Y on the table as Cole gestured to me to sit down and poured me some coffee. After my first couple of sips I relaxed and enjoyed it. The K-Y sat provocatively on the table between us as we drank our coffee and talked.
Finally, as Cole finished his second cup, he fingered the tube of K-Y and said, “I’d planned on lubricating your ass and inserting the dildo for a while, but on reflection I’d prefer watching you do it.” He then stood up and handed me the tube, suggesting that we adjourn to the bedroom. There I saw that the previous night’s unused dildo was waiting next to the bed. It was a clear plastic device only about four inches long, though rather thick. Alongside it was a harness, the purpose of which, Cole explained to me, was to hold the dildo in place.
Following Cole’s instruction, I proceeded to remove my panties. I did it as slowly and sexily as I could, bending over and rolling my ass for his benefit as I slid the panties down my legs. Cole then said that I should first put on the harness, then proceed with the dildo in whatever manner was most comfortable. He would just watch and enjoy it, while his cock got hard.
I had never used a dildo harness before, so I had to work out how to put it on, figuring out where the straps went and so forth. But I got it in place with no trouble, leaving the straps that would secure the dildo to hang down over my ass. I then moved closer to the bed, squeezed some K-Y onto the middle finger of my right hand and bent over, resting my left hand on the bed for support. I gazed at Cole in a deliberately seductive manner, parting my lips as if it was my mouth that was about to receive the phallus. A thrill went through me as I saw his cock harden from merely looking at my mouth.
Then I put my right hand between my legs, my finger reaching for my asshole. As it probed between my cheeks I turned around to let Cole see what I was doing. But to my surprise he protested. “No,” he said sharply. “Stay facing me. I want to see the expression on your face. You can show me your ass later.”
Obediently I faced him again. I could only imagine what my face looked like as my lubricated finger pushed into my ass. He obviously found it extremely sexy, and I was sure it was something to see, my lust and desire intensified by the awareness that he was watching me doing this for him. I looked directly into his eyes as I pushed my finger up my ass as far as it would go, aware of my heavy breathing and the occasional moan of passion that escaped my lips.
“Now turn around,” Cole said, and I did, showing him what I was doing. He let me stay that way for a few minutes, then told me to replace my finger with the dildo. At his command I turned to face him again. Reaching for the dildo I first brought it up to my face and ran it across my lips in an obscene way, my eyes again locked with his. His cock was now stiff and throbbing.
Now I lowered the dildo and, as quickly as I could, inserted it in the harness and lubricated it with the K-Y jelly. With Cole’s eyes still on my face, I moved it further back between my legs. Moving my feet farther apart, I guided it between my ass cheeks and pushed it against the tiny entrance to my ass.
“Do you want to see?” I asked breathlessly.
“Not yet,” he said. “I want to watch your face. Put it in.”
It went slowly, but I did it. It felt strange and wonderful to be fucking my own ass, as it were, not to mention performing this lewd act at the direction of a man I hardly knew. A low, continuous moan emerged from my throat as I worked that dildo up inside my rear passage. Cole kept staring at my face, his cock twitching and jerking. And then it was in all the way. When I told Cole that, he told me to turn around, and I did so, showing him my ass with the dildo buried inside it.
Now it was time to use the harness to keep it in place. I positioned the two dangling leather straps on either side of my pussy, connecting them to the belt at my waist, then adjusted them to the proper length. I then straightened up and stood before the man who was now my master, standing there with a four-inch dildo up my ass, awaiting his next instruction.
I fully expected to be taking his cock somewhere in my body within the next few seconds, but Cole surprised me again. His unpredictability was one of the things that thrilled me about him, even though it was sometimes frustrating. Now he said he thought we should return to the greenhouse, where we would spread a blanket on the floor, along with some pillows. We would lie on the blanket in the sun and read each other some pornographic stories, while he enjoyed himself by thinking of the dildo in my ass. Later, he said, he intended to enjoy my ass with his cock, lying in the heat and light of the sun, almost as if we were outside.
Back in the greenhouse Cole spread out several blankets and guided me onto my stomach with a pillow under my upper body. He then produced a book of erotic short stories, saying that he would read one first, and then I could read to him. He held the book with this right hand as he read, while his left hand casually massaged my ass. Occasionally that hand would pull slightly on the harness, as if to remind me of the dildo up my rear–as if I needed reminding. I closed my eyes and abandoned myself to the story, and to the lovely feeling of having my asshole packed and stretched.
When it was my turn to read, Cole was free to use both hands on my hips and ass. One hand roamed my buttocks while the other played with the part of the harness holding the dildo. While I tried to concentrate on what I was reading, Cole was pulling the harness aside, and then, to my amazement, he was sticking his cock in my ass, fucking it with the dildo still inside.
As he was doing this I found myself barely able to hold the book, let alone to continue reading. His movements, though shallow, became stronger, and with every stroke he was pushing the dildo further inside me. Not that I minded in fact I was moving in rhythm with him, pushing back at him to force the dildo still deeper.
Cole now slid a pillow underneath my hips as they arched up to meet his strokes. And then he drew away just long enough to pull the dildo out of my ass so he could have it all to himself. In another half minute his cock was buried in my backside.
As if reading each other’s thoughts, we both paused for a moment to catch our breath and savor this new sensation. Although he had fucked me the same way the night before, this was different, here in broad daylight, on the floor, my ass still stretched from the dildo. Cole’s cock was longer than the dildo, though not thicker, but it was the weight and power of his body that made the penetration seem so much more intense. His cock was overpowering. I relished the idea of my ass being thoroughly fucked, as well as the physical sensation. It felt great!
Once we started moving again, we quickly established a pace that was sensual rather than frantic. Cole pushed in as deeply as he could, while I arched and strained to meet him for the utmost possible penetration. We were both intent on bringing out as much of the intensity of this act as we could. Cole shifted his position several times to try to push his cock into new places, and I did my best to assist him. Our pace quickened automatically, and I groaned in ecstasy at every thrust. To my surprise, I heard myself screaming, “Fuck my ass, yes, fuck it hard! Deeper, push in deeper!” And then I was coming uncontrollably, bucking and convulsing.
Cole was still hard inside me as I rode out my climax. “Oh, come!” I heard myself panting, in a voice I didn’t know I possessed. “Come in me now! Come now and I’ll suck you dry again later!”
This was all Cole could take, and his cock began its eruption. He pushed into me more violently as I ground my ass against him. I could feel his cock spasming as he shot his load up my ass, and I had a quick mini-orgasm on top of my last one.
It took a little while before I was able to speak again. We were lying side by side by then, with his hand idly roving over my body. “You know,” I told him, “I’ll do as I’m told, but I thought I was supposed to take the initiative this morning, and so far you haven’t given me the chance.”
Cole laughed. “You’re right,” he replied. “But I spent too much time fantasizing while you were sleeping, and I had to try a few things out. But now it’s your turn. Incidentally,” he went on, “you said something just now about sucking me dry. I expect you to keep that promise.”
My wife and I have been happily married for eight years. I’m in sales and so do a lot of traveling, while Terry is a personal trainer. We met at a college football game and hit it off. I was a senior, and Terry, the sister of a fraternity brother of mine, was a sophomore at another school. We dated for two years, and then got married.
We each had a few relationships before we met. Terry had been sexually active since high school, but neither of us was into one-night stands, and compared with many of our friends, we were pretty tame. After we started dating, within a couple of months we were exclusive with each other. God, sex with Terry was fantastic! We loved pleasing each other, and even today we’re still really in love.
After all this time together, however, we found our sex life becoming bland. Sometimes more than a week would pass without sex of any kind. With my travel and Terry’s schedule at the club and our different working hours, even when we were home together, sometimes we would just collapse in bed, or else sex was just going through the motions. We were in a rut when Terry brought up the idea of “getting some excitement back” in our love life.
Terry is very attractive–about five-seven, a hundred twenty-five pounds, with wavy blonde hair that falls just below her shoulder blades and is always in style. She has high cheekbones, a great smile and almond-shaped eyes that twinkle with life.
Since she spends hours at the health club, she’s in great shape. She has a nice figure, and her full, natural 35C breasts are almost as firm and round now that she’s thirty as they were when she was twenty. Her areolae are small, but her nipples are like pencil erasers, and always seem to be hard. When she doesn’t wear a bra, her tits are like two headlights. Everyone notices! It’s a real turn-on.
She has a small waist and slim hips, but her best attributes, to my mind, are her tight butt and her lean, long dancer’s legs. In the summer, when
she wears short shorts, her legs look like they disappear right into her ass. There’s no extra anything, just that magnificently toned butt.
Because she works in a field where looks are important, Terry always has perfect nails, hair and skin. So, for example, even though the incident I’m about to relate took place in winter, she still had a sexy tan from our recent trip to the Caribbean and her occasional trips to the tanning booth.
One evening over dinner Terry turned the conversation to her desire to spice up our sex life, and blindsided me totally when she asked, “Do you ever fantasize about having sex with someone else when you’re with me?”
I sensed that she was serious and not looking for some b.s. answer. So I allowed that yes, I did sometimes picture a movie star or something like that. “Why do you ask?” I said.
“Well,” she said, “recently there’s been this guy in my night spinning group that I can’t get out of my mind. He’s young, and cute, and wears really tight bike shorts that leave nothing to the imagination as to what he’s packing in them. I find myself thinking about him when we have sex. He’s only about twenty-two, but I don’t know–” Her voice tailed off.
I asked what she meant by all of this. Had she been with anyone else? Did she want to be? She admitted she’d thought about what it would be like to have sex with someone else, but she assured me she hadn’t–and wouldn’t unless we both were agreeable to it.
“What about me?” I said. “Does this apply to my fantasies too?”
She said she’d figured that I wouldn’t be interested in adding just a man, so we would need a couple if we were going to consider anything. I was surprised by my reaction. I wasn’t angry or hurt. What I was, was kind of intrigued. And that night we had great sex.
We talked more about it later that week. Terry said she had only thought about it, and didn’t have anyone in particular in mind, but she would like to look around. So we bought a couple of magazines that had ads from couples. Most of them were crude, with people who weren’t in any way attractive to us.
We went on the Internet and had more success. We’re near the Twin Cities, and were willing to travel a bit. After a couple of strikeouts, we found a couple in our area who were our age, professionals, and “interested in a similar couple for nice meals, theater and possibly more.” They described themselves as attractive–her bi, him straight. We contacted them through a P.O. box and were happily surprised when we got an encouraging letter in return.
Nora and Jim were obviously educated, and not just cruising for casual sex. They included a photograph of the two of them by a pool. Nora was wearing a one-piece suit cut high on her hips and low across her chest. She was attractive, with a good figure, fine auburn hair and a strong sexy quality. Jim, in boxer trunks, was good-looking and in fine shape. We called and arranged to meet for dinner the next weekend at a French restaurant we like in Minneapolis.
When we arrived, they were waiting at the bar. Jim was well-dressed in a sport coat and slacks. Nora had on a long casual dress with a dark flower print. Her picture didn’t do her justice. She was very sensual. The form-fitting dress was cinched at the waist, accentuating her hot behind, and its scooped front revealed a bust that, while smaller than Terry’s, was rivetingly sexy.
We got to know each other over dinner. Jim, at thirty-five the oldest of us, is a dentist who pioneered one of those new-style “dental spas.” Nora, twenty-eight, is a college librarian. They’d been married for two years, having met at a bed and breakfast in Key West. They had each gone down there with someone else, and ended up getting together after the trip was over.
We had cocktails before dinner and a bottle of wine with the meal, so we were feeling pretty comfortable when we got to coffee, cognac and dessert. The discussion grew more personal. Jim said that he and Nora had swapped a few times and found it exhilarating.
Nora leaned over and said quietly: “Well, not always. The last time, about six weeks ago, we met a couple through a colleague of Jim’s. They seemed nice enough, so we decided to get together. Instead of their house, they wanted to meet at a hotel. We agreed.
“No sooner did we knock on the door and enter this very posh suite than the wife tells Jim to get naked so she can suck his dick! Meanwhile, her husband is still in the bathroom and hasn’t even said hello. So now she’s stripping faster than a horny teenager on her first date, and Jim is perfectly happy, of course! He takes off his clothes and lies down on the bed. She hops on top of him and, sure enough, starts blowing him!
“Meanwhile, I’m like ‘three’s a crowd,’ just sitting there in the chair watching, waiting. Finally the husband comes out of the bathroom, nude, and he’s got a boner that has to be a foot long. I mean, the guy was simply huge.”
Nora laughed at the memory, and Terry–her attention grabbed–said, “A foot long? You’re joking, right?”
“No, really!” Nora said. “He just walks up to me, lifts it to my face and says, ‘So, how about it?’ Their whole ‘wham, bam, thank you, ma’am’ attitude was just too much for me. It turned out that they swing because she simply can’t handle his size and needs a break once in a while. I guess every once in a while they take a chance on finding someone who can handle him. Either that or she just wanted a tiny dick, eh, Jim?”
Nora was giggling as Jim protested at the jibe. “I was willing to give it a try,” she went on. “I kissed him and licked him a little and tried to suck on that thing, but I could only get about a third of it in my mouth. And there was no way I was going to let him have sex with me. In the end, Jim and the husband did a threeway with the wife. So I guess it was okay for them.”
“Now wait a minute, honey,” Jim objected, “you got yours too. You even said he had a nice ass.”
Nora admitted that at the end of the night the wife got her off orally, and while she did, Nora got the husband off too. She was whispering now:
“I tongued him all over, and eventually ended up licking his asshole while I pumped him. He did have a nice butt, and while his wife was going down on me, I got excited and licked it, and his balls. I used both hands to get him off. I had the head of his dick in my mouth and felt him tense up. It must go with the size, but when he finally exploded, I couldn’t swallow fast enough. He shot more come than I ever saw.”
Terry played along. “Sounds like he had a hoseful,” she quipped.
Nora laughed, then went on. “It was a little kinky for me, but I did it. But needless to say, we’re no longer interested in them. So, Greg,” she said to me, “my question is, are you normal?”
Terry rushed to my defense. “Don’t worry, he’s fine. Nowhere near a foot–just ten inches!” She laughed, then admitted she was joking, “unfortunately.”
After all of that, we felt obliged to find something to tell Nora and Jim about us. We said we’d never done anything like this, and still weren’t sure we were going to. Terry talked about the feelings and fantasies she’d been having, then said, “I guess we just aren’t sure. But I haven’t felt or tasted another man in a long time, and I do think about it.”
We paid the check, then sat talking awhile longer before leaving. I noticed that the two waiters gave us a real looking-over, and realized we’d given them quite a bit of entertainment in addition to a large tip. Terry and I said we’d think about what we wanted to do and give them a call if we were interested.
“Give us a call regardless of what you decide,” Nora said. “We’d love just to have dinner with you again.”
That night, once again, Terry and I had simply outstanding sex. It crossed my mind that maybe the search was all she really needed.
The next morning at breakfast she asked what I thought. “This is your call,” I said. “Nora’s very attractive, and I like them both. This was your idea in the beginning, but I’m game if you are.”
With that, I was charged with setting up another evening. I called Jim, and we agreed to dinner at their house the next Saturday. Since they lived about an hour’s drive away, Jim said we were welcome to stay the night if we were so inclined–the choice was ours.
The rest of the week was a blur. I just couldn’t wait for Saturday! By six that evening I was pacing in the living room, ready to go, but Terry was still upstairs dressing. She’s always been a bit of a romantic, and she was excited about this event, though still nervous.
Finally she came downstairs, and she looked fabulous. She was wearing a tailored skirt, almost aqua in color, that was halfway between her knees and hips, with a short slit another few inches up one leg. When she walked, you could see the lace tops of her nylons. It was sexy but still left something to the imagination. The matching silk blouse was equally sensual and teasing. It had a brocade pattern throughout, with sheer parts through which you could see hints of her bra and cleavage. She wore open-toed heels, and put on a full-length cashmere coat for the ride.
We had packed a suitcase with our overnight needs, but decided to leave it in the trunk and see what transpired. During the drive, we talked about what might happen. We were both nervous, and agreed to take our cues from each other. If it felt right, though, we were prepared to “experiment,” as Terry put it. The ride was almost like a first date. We held hands in the car, and she snuggled up against me with her head on my shoulder all the way over.
We pulled up at the house, an attractive colonial, and were met at the door by Jim in a sport coat, dress shirt and slacks. He has a ruddy complexion and is in excellent shape. He’s a little taller than me–say six-one, maybe two hundred pounds. He and I shook hands, and he kissed Terry on the cheek. He took us to the living room, where Nora was waiting. She looked great too.
Her hair was shorter than Terry’s, and wavy and curly as if she had just had a perm. She had on sexy low-riding, hip-hugging black dress slacks. They were skintight on her hips and butt, and cut below her navel, displaying her awesome ass. I could see her crack, and was sure the slacks pressed up against her snatch too. From the start of the leg down to the floor, the slacks were billowy. Nora’s white knit top was cut low across her chest, displaying her cleavage and about a third of her breasts. If she had a bra on, I saw no sign.
Nora is a few inches shorter than Terry, and something over a hundred pounds. Though petite, she’s very sexy. Her top stopped short of her waistline, revealing a few inches of flat belly. She wasn’t quite as toned as Terry, but it was close. Over her top she wore a sharp short black jacket, unbuttoned. With her sexy curly hair and total black-and-white look, I was turned on.
Jim served champagne, and we sat chatting in their enormous living room. It was modern in design, with two levels. The upper tier, a couple of steps higher than the rest, was a cozy sitting area with two couches and a chair. The large lower level was mostly open, with a big-screen television against one wall and chairs arranged for watching.
We sat on the couches facing each other. Jim and Nora were totally at ease. He had his arm around her, and she had a hand on his leg. As she talked, she stroked her fingers nonchalantly up and down his thigh. After a while she got up to get some appetizers from the kitchen, and asked me to help her.
In the kitchen, Nora asked if I was enjoying myself. She asked what Terry and I had in mind for the evening. I said we weren’t really sure. She chuckled and said, “Jim and I were the same way. We still can’t really get into the group scene, and are really selective.”
I said I didn’t think we would ever do anything like that. “The key,” she said, “is to share the enjoyment. The first time we partied, I remember watching this woman suck Jim’s dick. Her husband and I were kissing when she began to blow him. I stopped and watched.
“After a minute or so, I realized that I didn’t mind Jim getting head from someone else, because we were still together enjoying the moment. In minutes, I was sprawled on the couch and the guy had his tongue inside me. I ended up coming before Jim! We both enjoy pleasing others and getting pleased by others.”
Just like at dinner the previous week, I was amazed by Nora’s nonchalance. I was also hard just from listening to her talk. She picked up a few plates, gave me one and headed for the living room.
Before we left the kitchen, though, she stopped, turned to me and kissed me lightly, darting her tongue in my mouth. “Relax,” she said, turning back toward the door. “Enjoy the evening.”
We found Terry sitting next to Jim on one couch while soft jazz played on the stereo. I sensed immediately that Terry was more relaxed. She was talking, using her hands, laughing.
Nora leaned over to kiss Jim, then sat facing me on the opposite couch. She draped one arm over my shoulder and placed the other on my leg. I looked over to Terry, who smiled.
Terry mentioned how much she loves jazz. As she spoke, she put her hand on Jim’s leg and ran it up and down his thigh as Nora had earlier. “Let’s dance,” she said, taking his hand and getting up. They walked past us and down the steps to the open area of the room. I turned and looked down toward them. She put her arms around his shoulders and swayed gently to the music. His arms were around her waist as they moved quietly to a slow number.
“Terry is so beautiful,” Nora said. “Jim was enthralled the moment he saw her. What was your reaction to us?”
I admitted I couldn’t take my eyes off her the whole evening. I said Terry found Jim attractive, and we both had a good time. “That’s why we’re here,” I said.
Nora leaned over and kissed me, deeper and longer. I reached my arm around her to draw her closer. Her tongue darted around my mouth. As she withdrew it, I chased it in her mouth with my tongue. She pulled my tongue in her mouth and sucked gently on it.
Her hand moved to my crotch, and tugged at my cock through my pants. We stopped for a moment. I looked behind us toward Terry and Jim. They were still dancing, with her back toward me. He had reached around her and, to my surprise, was unzipping her blouse! And she wasn’t doing anything to stop him! When the zipper arrived at her waist, her blouse fell open, exposing her back and bra strap.
She leaned forward slightly, resting her head on his shoulder and nuzzling her face in his neck. She unlocked her arms from around his neck and let them fall so her blouse rolled off her shoulders and down her arms to the floor. They continued to dance slowly. His hands massaged her back.
I looked back to Nora, who was watching as well. Her nipples were erect and pressing through her top. I figured I should follow Terry’s lead, so I reached over to caress one of Nora’s breasts, stroking it through her top. She looked at me, and we kissed again. I continued caressing her tits, and as we kissed, she leaned forward. Then she broke away and said to wait. She took her jacket off, then grasped the bottom of her knit top and pulled it up over her head.
She was naked underneath. Her liberated breasts–firm with taut nipples–were fabulous, better than I could have pictured. As I’ve said, she was smaller than Terry, but her areolae were larger and darker, and her nipples were larger too, with points like pencil lead.
Nora put her jacket back on and kissed me again. I had both of her tits in my hands and stroked her nipples as our tongues danced around each other’s mouth and lips. I leaned over to take one breast in my mouth and sucked it, rolling the tip of the nipple around with my tongue. Her skin was sweet and soft. I licked and sucked first one breast, then the other. Finally I sat back up and kissed her again.
I glanced back. Terry was still facing away from me, dancing with Jim. Her bra was on the floor, leaving her naked from the waist up. I guess she’d decided she would “experiment.” Jim’s hands were out of view. Terry’s tongue was thrusting in and out of his mouth. Her skirt was bunched up high on her legs, which were spread. I realized Jim had a hand between them fondling her.
One of Jim’s hands came around to Terry’s back and caressed her ass. Then the other hand appeared and began to unzip her skirt. It felt like an eternity as the zipper slid down her ass. As it dropped, the waistline of her panties appeared. Jim slid his hands in her skirt and grabbed her ass, then tugged the skirt off her hips. As it fell, I saw her dark thong between her ass cheeks.
Terry stood against Jim now in only the thong and black thigh-high stockings with lace tops. Her butt was nice and round. Jim cupped one cheek with his hand. She kissed him. Still they kept on dancing. With her hand on his neck, she pulled his head toward her mouth. He leaned over, and although I couldn’t see, I knew he was taking her tit in his mouth. His head came back in view, and they kissed again.
They turned slightly, and I saw Jim holding one of Terry’s breasts. She had pulled his cock from his pants and gotten it hard. Her left hand was wrapped around it, pumping it slowly, up and down. They continued slow-dancing, with her hand keeping rhythm wrapped around his hard-on. I found this whole scene mind-blowingly sexy.
Their lips parted, and Terry smiled at Jim. She was obviously oblivious to Nora and me. He said something, and she looked down at his erection. She smiled again and said, “Love to.”
She slid to the floor, on her knees, and pulled Jim’s cock down away from his body. She opened her lips and took it slowly in her mouth. When she pulled her head away slightly, I saw his cock glistening with her saliva. She sucked it awhile, then opened her mouth wider and took him deep in her throat, bobbing up and down on his rod.
Terry has always said that she really enjoys sucking my cock. She was obviously loving sucking Jim’s! She pulled it out of her mouth and looked up. She pressed the shaft up against his body and licked the underside, running her tongue up to the thick purple head. She kissed it, licked it some more, then took it all the way down her throat again. He took her head in his hands and guided it up and down, with her sucking him sensually all the way.
I shouldn’t have been surprised, given our entire reason for being here. All the same, I was mesmerized watching my wife sucking another man’s dick.
Nora brought me back from my surrender to voyeurism. I felt her hands in the area of my crotch. She was unbuttoning my trousers. Then she unzipped them. I looked back at her.
“May I do the same?” she said. Without waiting for an answer, she took my hard-on out, leaned over and kissed the head, then took me quickly into her mouth. With a lovely soft touch, she sucked and tongued along the tip while guiding me in and out of her mouth with her hand. She gave great head.
I looked over to Terry and Jim. She was still sucking him, now rhythmically taking his cock deep in her throat and then letting it out again, with her hand wrapped around the base to guide it in and out. My glance lit on Jim’s, and he smiled. Then he closed his eyes, obviously enjoying my wife’s oral skills.
I looked back down. Terry was holding Jim’s cock in one hand again, licking the underside. Then she resumed sucking him, with greater passion. She was trying to get him off! He moaned as she quickened the pace. His hips began to buck, and he held her head with his hands. He shuddered as he came.
Terry stopped moving her head and gulped Jim’s load down her throat. She swallowed it all, then slid his cock from her lips and licked the tip, sucking up the last drop. He touched her head and leaned over, then drew her by the shoulders to her feet. She seemed reluctant to give up his cock, and still kept one hand on it now as it softened.
They kissed quickly. He guided her back over to the couch, and for the first time she turned facing me. She looked beautiful–her breasts flush, with the nipples erect, and her hair mussed from Jim running his hands through it. Looking at me, she seemed a bit nervous, anticipating some reaction but not knowing what it would be.
As Terry and Jim came back up the steps, she could now see Nora on her knees between my legs, with most of her torso on the couch leaning over me and her head moving up and down on my cock. Watching Nora blow me, Terry seemed relieved to see that she wasn’t the only one “experimenting.”
As Terry and Jim came around to the front of the couch, she separated herself from him and came to me. She leaned over and kissed me passionately, her tongue slipping past my lips and deep in my mouth. She was salty from Jim, and I tasted his saltiness.
As we broke the kiss, she whispered, “This is great. I love you.”
Nora raised her head, releasing my cock from her mouth. “Terry,” she said with a smile, “you were right when you told us at dinner last week that Greg is just fine. So tell me, how is Jim?”
“Great,” Terry warbled. “Just great.” She leaned back over and kissed me.
I slid my hand to Terry’s breast. She lifted herself and allowed me to take the breast in my mouth, then turned back to Jim. She stroked his cock, then reached for his pants. She unbuttoned them and pulled them off, so he was naked. I got my first good look at his cock. Having just come, he was at most semi-erect. Even so, he was about six inches. I think I had him on length, but he was thicker around and uncircumcised.
Terry maneuvered him to the couch, got down on her knees and began to suck him again. I had a great view of his cock disappearing in her mouth. Watching her take him deep, I realized just how turned on she was by the whole thing. As she kept on gobbling him down, my gaze followed her thong as it ran between her ass cheeks. It was stretched tight between her pussy lips and disappeared between them. The dark tuft of hair surrounding her labia was damp.
Nora was tugging at my pants. I stood up to take them off, then took off my shirt. She scooted around in front of me and took me in her mouth. This was another memorable view: looking down and watching her glorious tits bounce as she moved her head up and down on my throbbing cock.
I pulled her to her feet and turned her to the couch. I got down on my knees and unzipped her slacks, then put one hand on each hip and slid them off her. I kissed her navel and licked lower and lower, soon reaching the space opening up between the sides of her zipper. As her pants fell, my tongue was there to explore the newly opened territory.
She had nothing at all on under her slacks! So my mouth was soon buried in her crotch. I savored the softness of her auburn pubic hair, then went for her pussy lips, which were engorged, so it was easy to find her clit.
Nora sat down on the couch. I leaned back, letting her get her slacks off, so she was wearing only her black jacket. She lay back and spread her legs. I dived right in her wet cunt. I flicked my tongue against her slick clit, then ran it lower to her opening. I thrust my tongue in, tasting her juices and making her even wetter. She wrapped her legs over my shoulders and slid down more, giving me better access to her pussy.
She tasted so sweet! I opened my mouth so my lips completely surrounded her vagina, and she wiggled with delight. I reached up to grasp a tit, found the nipple and stroked it. She sighed, then moaned. With my other hand, I reached for her ass and ran a finger in the crack. I found her rosebud and pressed against it. She tensed, then after a while relaxed.
I moved my finger back up to her cunt and slipped it in, getting it good and slick, then moved it back to her ass and pressed again. She reached down and pulled her ass cheeks apart as my finger pressed in her anus. My tongue was still flicking all over her clit.
My finger was now about a knuckle deep in her asshole. “Oh, Greg!” she moaned. “Shit, that feels so good!”
She panted harder and harder, and I figured she was getting close. Now her hips were bucking in rhythm with my tongue, until finally her body shuddered mightily. I sucked the juice that flowed.
I paused for a minute to let Nora recover, then removed my finger from her butt. She was sensitive to the lightest touch now, so I pressed my tongue hard against her cunt, moved it quickly and got her to come once more. We both paused, catching our breath.
I leaned back on my knees and looked up at Nora. She looked down at me and said, “Very nice, Greg.”
I turned back to look at Terry and Jim. She’d pulled off her thong and climbed on top of him in a 69 position. His cock was still in her mouth, and she was working him over. Her hand was wrapped around his cock, pumping it, as she caressed and licked the head with her mouth and tongue. He was hard again, and her saliva served as a lubricant as she masturbated him. Meanwhile Jim was spreading Terry’s ass cheeks with his hands and tonguing her pussy and clit.
I sat up on the couch next to Nora, who was still recovering from her climax. “My turn now,” she said. “What can I do to you?”
I was about to say something when Jim’s head fell back to the couch and he grunted that he was about to come. Terry kept at it, until you could tell that he was shooting down her throat. She paused, and we saw her swallowing. She stopped slightly as she caught her breath, and some of his load seeped out onto his dick. When he finished spurting, she took her mouth off his cock and licked her lips, then lovingly kissed and licked him clean.
I almost came just watching.
Nora took over again. She moved me onto the floor, got between my legs and began to suck my cock again. Her hands pushed my legs farther apart. Her mouth was all over my cock and balls. Her fingers ran very lightly up and down the inside of my thighs, tickling me. Then her fingers ran between my thighs, and she had one hand on my cock. Now her head was beneath it, licking my balls. I felt her tongue slide down lower, to the outside of my ass. She moved her hand to my scrotum, and stroked my balls, then rolled them around in her hand.
I felt the pressure of Nora’s tongue on my anus. Terry had never done this to me. It felt great! I groaned as she quickened the movement of her tongue. I felt someone next to me and looked, to find Terry laying her head next to mine. She was on her knees, resting on her forearms with her ass up in the air.
“Feel good, honey?” she drawled. “Does Nora give good head?” Before I could respond, she moaned and closed her eyes, and I saw that Jim was behind her with his face in her butt. Whatever he was doing had her in ecstasy.
Nora had moved back up to my cock and was sucking it, and I felt myself about to explode. Jim turned to Nora, with his cock near her face. She took her mouth off my cock and held it in one hand while grasping Jim’s with the other. She sucked him, getting him hard again. Then he slid behind Terry, and I knew from her moan that he was inside her. He put his hand on her back, and his hips moved back and forth.
“Oh God, yes,” Terry cried. “That feels so good. Put it in deep. Fill me up!”
Seeing all of this, I finally exploded in Nora’s mouth. She sucked me in deeper, so I must have shot my load right to the back of her throat. I convulsed again, and kept on ejaculating. She had me so hot, I felt like I was coming again.
Terry leaned over and kissed me. As she did, I felt each of Jim’s cock thrusts. Her mouth moved slightly as he butted up against her, buried as deep inside her as he could get. Her tongue danced around my mouth. She smelled and tasted of sex. Well, after all, she had swallowed two of Jim’s loads.
Terry pulled away panting as Jim continued to fuck her. I lay there spent, with Nora’s head in my lap, watching my wife get fucked. Jim kept pounding in and out of her, their skin slapping together each time he penetrated her. It didn’t appear that he’d be ready with a third load anytime soon. He just kept pounding away at her, over and over.
Terry began to buck in response to Jim’s thrusts. She was on all fours, her tits swaying back and forth. I reached over and brushed my hands against her nipples. She loves having her nipples played with during sex. I stroked them. They were as hard as I’d ever felt them. She cried out that she was going to come again. Jim fucked away until she squeezed her eyes tight and another wave of pleasure overtook her.
I felt Nora’s mouth on my cock, licking and stoking me to get me hard. She moved above me and straddled my hips–her legs spread, her pussy hovering over my cock. Her lips were engorged, her love hole in full view, and her pussy glistened with saliva and her own juices. Smiling at me, she grasped my rod with one hand and directed it between her legs.
Nora was stroking me with one hand, and in the other she had a tube of lubricant. She squirted some on her ass and guided my cock past her snatch to her anus, then pressed down, letting my cockhead ease into her. She went slowly as it passed in completely. She paused, then sat down a little lower as my cock eased in her.
She was incredibly tight. I had never been in anyone’s ass. It was a very different feeling. She rose up slightly, then on the third effort finally got me all the way inside her. She sat and relaxed for a moment before moving up and down, fucking my cock in her pulsating ass. She fell forward onto my chest, and I let her control the movement. She moaned again and began to rock.
“Fuck my ass, Greg!” Nora wailed, and I was happy to oblige, pressing my cock deep in her backside. It wasn’t like any pussy I’d ever been in. Each time she tightened her muscles, it felt like my cock was going to break.
Next to us, Jim was still fucking Terry. She had come at least once, and it seemed like he was finally ready to blow again. She fell forward onto the floor, and his cock came out of her. He leaned forward and placed his throbbing member between her ass cheeks. I saw the head of it poking out of her ass as he rocked his hips back and forth. He grunted, and I knew he was letting loose for the third time, this time along her back and ass.
As Terry lay there satiated, Jim fell away from her, collapsing from exhaustion. She was lying on her belly right next to me, also spent. I leaned over and took her head in my hands, lifted it toward mine and kissed her. Nora was still on top of me, with my cock up her ass. She moved her head toward Terry and me, and the three of us kissed, Nora’s tongue mingling with Terry’s and mine.
Nora reached over to Terry and ran her finger over her back. She scooped up some of Jim’s semen, which she rubbed on her own nipple. Then she guided Terry’s head there. Terry licked Nora’s tit eagerly, cleaning the come off it. It was so erotic, I was “over-come”! I tensed, and as I shot my load in Nora’s butt, she tightened her sphincter muscle around me. Eventually my cock softened and slid out of her asshole.
We rested for what seemed like an hour. Then Terry and I got up, and Jim directed us upstairs, where we could clean up. I held Terry in my arms as we showered, the hot water cascading all over our aching bodies. We lathered each other up and washed each other until we were refreshed. When we came out of the bathroom, we found robes set out for us. We dried off and put them on.
“Spend the night?” Terry said.
“Sure, if you want,” I said.
While I darted out to the car in just my robe to get our suitcase, Terry gathered our clothes and took them to the guest room. We slept exhausted in each other’s arms, then when we woke up made love like we hadn’t in years. She sucked my cock. I ate her pussy till she came, then climbed on her. She wrapped her legs around me, pulling me into her. We came together. It was fabulous!
When we emerged from the guest room, Jim and Nora had prepared a splendid breakfast. When we finally had to go, we kissed each other’s spouses. Nora said we would have to get together again. She said she’d kept track, and Terry and Jim were one fuck up on her and me! We simply had to catch up.
“Agreed, Greg?” she said.
“I can’t wait,” I said.
Terry said, “No problem,” but add