I’d just put my wife Anna on a plane for a month-long artists’ retreat in Europe. The prospect of a sexless July didn’t make me happy, so as I left the airport with her best friend Theresa, she suggested we drive over to this girl Maria’s house for a swim. I hesitated because Maria had been after me for a while and even though I was attracted to her, I knew that if I did anything about it Theresa would tell Anna and Anna would be royally pissed. With Theresa as chaperone I could just jump into the pool and swim my cares away while anticipating Anna’s return.
It wasn’t easy controlling my lust at Maria’s house, especially with her and Theresa jiggling around in their skimpy bikinis. Maria is petite but she’s the proverbial thin-waisted little girl with big tits. Her long, dirty-blonde hair, big blue eyes and 35-22-32 body make her hard to resist. Theresa’s certainly no slouch either, with her flowing black hair, green eyes and head-turning 38-26-38 figure.
I can’t swim, and the girls talked and giggled as I was treading water. They seemed to be talking about me but when I asked them what was so funny they just blew me off and said, “Girl talk, you know?” Eventually their voices became louder as they challenged each other with, “You first,” followed by, “No, you first,” all the while laughing and checking me out.
Finally, Theresa said, “Oh fuck it.” She stood by the edge of the pool and stripped her bikini off. Standing there nude as the day she was born, Theresa was even sexier than I’d imagined. Her twenty-three-year-old tits were firm with big, dark areolae, and her shaved cunt revealed pouty pussy lips. She gave me a healthy eyeful before she dove into the water.
Almost immediately Maria shed her bikini, revealing tiny nipples and a bushy crotch before she dove in too. I didn’t know whether to laugh, shit or go blind as they swam directly toward me. They arrived at the same time, splashing me before Theresa squealed, “Anna says he’s ticklish . . .”
That was true. I’m very ticklish, and the girls didn’t spare me as they tickled my neck, underarms, sides and stomach. I had to retaliate, tickling them in return. Could I help it if I accidentally grabbed a breast here or a buttock there? Of course not! We were all laughing loudly until Maria said, “I want you two to know how hot this is making me.”
Maria grabbed her breasts in both hands and started playing with her nipples, the only sound the light, soft breeze rustling in the nearby trees. In the silence I ogled Theresa and Maria standing in front of me with their naked breasts floating on the water, their hair plastered to their skin, their eyes reflecting the sun. I’d never been so turned on in my life, until I noticed they were staring down at my erection. I was so hard that the tip of my dick had popped out of the top of my Speedos. Theresa’s hand dropped beneath the water’s surface and groped the tip of my prick. She put on a fake pout and said, “Oh, it looks like it misses Anna. We’ll help you forget her, won’t we, Maria?”
“You bet,” Maria giggled as she brushed her hair from her face and lifted her arms up high over her head, pulling her perky tits out of the water.
Theresa pulled my waistband and I stepped out of my trunks. Theresa tossed them onto the edge of the pool, where they landed with a thwack. She kissed me, pressing her tongue deep into my mouth, swirling it around mine. I reached for her but she swam away to Maria and French-kissed her. “Mmmm,” Maria moaned in Theresa’s mouth. “I can taste Kevin’s tongue on yours. Let me taste your tongue on Kevin’s.”
Maria breast-stroked to me, wrapped her legs around my hips and put her arms over my shoulders, licking her lips before plunging her tongue into my mouth. Her nipples jutted out into two half-inches of rosy glory poking into my chest. She bobbed lightly up and down in the water, rubbing her muff against my belly as the top of my erection stroked her pussy and ass cheeks.
I felt Theresa stroking my shaft with one hand while the other probed Maria’s belly. Her fingertip found Maria’s clit while her knuckle teased the base of my cock. Theresa put her head between Maria’s and mine so we could share a warm, wet kiss. All of a sudden my wife was forgotten.
Dropping my own hands underwater I stroked Maria’s asshole and fondled Theresa’s nipples. Maria arched back in the water as Theresa kissed me. Maria turned her head and sucked Theresa’s stiff nubbins after I guided her breasts to Maria’s waiting mouth.
My cock was still throbbing against Theresa’s palm and Maria’s pussy. Theresa removed her finger from Maria’s glistening clit and guided my shaft into her cunt. It took several gentle strokes for Maria’s lips to open fully, but it was well worth the wait when I felt her spongy tightness caressing my prick. Maria let out a long, loud moan as I penetrated her. “This is so sexy,” Theresa whispered in my ear.
“I need to taste your clit, baby,” Maria groaned. “The only way I’ll be able to come is if I have the taste of your pussy in my mouth.”
Gently bobbing Maria up and down on my cock, I advanced us to the steps in the shallow end of the pool. I stood on the first step so my cock was level with the water’s surface and my body could float under Theresa as she stood on the second step. Theresa straddled Maria and lowered her pussy lips onto Maria’s face while supporting her head with one hand and massaging her clit, now jutting above the water, with the other. Maria held Theresa’s waist as the big raven-haired beauty leaned forward so I could suck her tits.
We settled into a steady rhythm with Maria gently floating as I bucked into her pussy and Theresa pumped lightly onto her face. Gradually we increased our speed, splashing water and breathing heavily. I felt Maria’s cunt muscles constricting around my cock as her legs rested on my hips. Suddenly she screamed and an orgasm shook her tiny body. Soon Theresa watched the orgasmic look on Maria’s face and shoved her hand under the water. Splashing water mixed with the sound of her muffled scream as she thrashed against my dick, spraying us all.
In a few seconds she calmed, though her pussy still jerked against my cock, and Theresa lifted her hand back above the water. Maria moaned lightly with every breath and extracted herself from my prick. “Now it’s my turn,” Theresa cooed as she grabbed my shaft. “Your prick is so warm. Let me taste Maria’s come on your dick.”
Theresa floated to her knees on the step and swallowed me. I pumped, almost ready to come, but Theresa said, “Not yet, Kevin. First I have to let Maria taste her juice and your dick in my mouth. Then I want you to fuck me.”
Theresa put her tongue into Maria’s mouth as she leaned against the edge of the pool. Then Maria reached over to me and cupped my balls in her hand, guiding me to sit on the steps of the pool myself. As they kissed, Theresa slid her pussy down onto my cock so I could fuck her from behind. She leaned back against my shoulder and turned her head so we could kiss.
Maria settled herself on the steps below and licked Theresa’s clit and my shaft as I thrust into her. I couldn’t hold myself back any longer and plunged into Theresa balls-deep as I came. Seconds later, the combination of my cock and Maria’s tongue brought Theresa to a climax as well. I pumped wad after wad of come inside her until I was spent. Each time I thrust myself into her I pushed my tongue into her mouth. Maria said, “Now I get to taste Theresa’s and Kevin’s come!”
She eased my still-hard cock from Theresa’s honeypot and sucked me dry as Theresa stood above me and licked up the come running down her thighs. It wasn’t long before we collapsed into the water and I realized that they were right: I had forgotten about Anna!–K.L., Los Angeles, California
Starting a new job is never easy, so it was nice to meet a coworker who was incredibly friendly. Besides friendly conversation, Eric seems to have a smile for everyone.
I don’t even remember what finally led us to the topic of sex, considering that for the prior three years it was only friendly conversation. I do know that once we did, it wasn’t long before cell numbers were exchanged and “cell sex” became common between us. More than once these sessions have left me dripping wet.
Now it’s worse, knowing how his eight-inch, deliciously thick and hard cock feels plowing away inside, filling me. I’ve always loved the feeling of being stuffed full. Eric definitely has no problem in this department.
Eric is uninhibited and self-assured. In our conversations he speaks often of threesomes, sloppy seconds, anal sex and voyeurism. All of which only fuels my insatiable appetite for him even more. He creates an atmosphere where I feel free to explore and express a side of my sexuality that I haven’t been allowed to express in sometime.
For nine years I’ve been married to someone fairly conservative, with sexual problems. I never actively went looking for sex. On the other hand, given the right situation and person, I could not stop myself from temptation either. My husband’s failure to deal with his sexual problems the past five years has left me with an insatiable need to be fucked good, hard and often.
Luck was in my favor when our company switched a couple of employees to nights, because Eric was one of them. We met several times at work, creating some memorable moments on company property. But as satisfying as these moments were, they didn’t compare with the intense orgasm he unleashed while my husband was at work.
Standing in the bedroom where my husband had been just hours before, Eric and I began to kiss. We let our hands caress each other as we peeled each other’s clothes off layer by layer.
Completely naked, Eric lay on his back across the bed. “Take off your top, and I’ll let you decide what you want to do,” he said.
Instinctively I smiled at the sight of him sprawled on the bed wearing nothing but a wicked grin, sporting such a deliciously long, thick, hard cock. At that time only one thing came to mind: the need to feel him deep inside me. Crawling on top of him rodeo-style without hesitation, I impaled all eight inches with my aching wet pussy. What an unbelievable feeling to have his cock buried so deep.
Grinding away, I felt an intense orgasm start to build. Eric must have felt it too. He pulled me to his face and, locking his arms around my thighs, brought me to climax. My clit became so sensitive, I needed to break his hold. Reluctantly, he let go, and I moved to a kneeling position.
He held my hips and entered me from behind with long, deliberate, teasing strokes. If I thought riding Eric was heaven, it paled in comparison with this. Until that moment, I really thought the G-spot was a myth. It’s not. This was by far the most intense pleasure I’d ever felt.
Using every possible muscle to grab hold, I thrust back to draw Eric’s big dick deeper in my cunt. He picked up the pace, and the feeling building deep in me was unimaginable. Shortly before he came I had my most intense orgasm ever. This only heightened the sensation of his throbbing cock filling my pussy with luscious cream.
Eric cleaned up and dressed, and I pulled on a robe. Walking him to the door, I felt his cream run down the inside of my thigh. That made me smile as I thankfully gave him a hug and kiss good-bye.
After he left, I decided to take a relaxing hot bath. However, before getting in the tub I helped myself to a delicious sample of cream. My guess was right–definitely a delectable snack.
Eric told me of a close friend whom he would like to have a threesome with. The idea is completely appealing maybe we could fulfill my desire for a protein shake at the same time.
I’ll always be thankful to Eric for giving me back a part of myself that was lost. Even when our escapades end, we’ll remain friends, with some memorable memories.–L.R., Waco, Texas
My husband works nights and some weekends. Last month I went to a friend’s wedding by myself. I didn’t know hardly anyone, so I didn’t plan on staying long.
At the reception I was seated next to a nice young man, who of course I didn’t know. He was nice, and we talked idly, and I thought him kind to be attentive to me, as I was old enough to be his mother. I’m forty-eight.
After the meal there was dancing, and he even asked me to dance. I had a nice time. Toward the end of the night he had become drunk, and I offered him a ride home. When we got to his place, I helped him inside. I went to his kitchen to get him some coffee, and when I returned, he was slumped over the bed.
I helped him undress until he was down to his boxers. I noticed he had a very nice body and took care of himself well. As I bent over to pull the blanket over him, I felt his hand on my upper thigh, gently stroking me. I didn’t say anything because I thought he was drunk and didn’t realize what he was doing, plus it felt good. My husband hardly ever pays attention to me.
His hand worked under my blue skirt to the tops of my stockings, and he felt the skin between the tops of my stockings and my panties. I let his hand travel to my panty crotch and rub me through my panties. Next his hand was sliding my panties slowly down my hips and down my legs until they fell to the floor. His hand moved between my thighs and explored my soft mound, tracing his fingertips lightly around the lips of my pussy.
This was going too far, I thought, and I grabbed his wrist. But his fingers remained there, stroking me, until the lips of my pussy became soaked and began to splay open, as if welcoming him. I couldn’t believe I was doing this–letting a man half my age feel me up with my husband sleeping at home.
I knew I was enjoying it as I felt a probing finger start to slowly penetrate my pussy. As his fingers slid in and he began to finger-fuck me, my pussy made embarrassing noises. Then another finger was stroking my clit, and I squirmed and moaned in pleasure, even though I knew this was wrong.
“Oh, it’s so nice,” I said, pushing my pussy onto his hand. “You’re going to make me come.”
He smiled at me and said, “Good! Why not?”
I shuddered and gasped as, with my legs apart, he probed my pussy. A surge swept over my belly. I shook and cried out loud.
He reached up with his free hand and fondled one of my dangling breasts. I opened my blouse and let him see my mammoth tits overflowing from my bra. I had this sudden desire to let him see all of me, so I took off my blouse and bra and pulled off my skirt. I was now wearing only my stockings and garters.
He began feasting on my breasts. As he sucked them, I slid his boxers down so his hard prick stood straight up. I reached down and took hold of it, stroking slowly. Then I leaned over and took it in my mouth as far as I could, and he went back to fingering me and rubbing my thighs and round ass. I tasted his salty precome and savored his musky scent and hardness throbbing in my mouth.
I got back up, climbed on the bed and straddled his prone figure. I lowered myself with him holding his cock upright, and I sank right onto him. I took his full length deep inside me. It felt so good moving up and down on his cock.
He reached for my ass and gripped my cheeks as I rode him. I offered my breasts to him to suck, and he eagerly accepted. He sucked and nibbled on my nipples like there was no tomorrow. Suddenly he gripped me and held me steady. I felt him shoot his come deep inside me. I had a powerful climax too.
We collapsed, with me on top of him, and lay still for several minutes. Then he rolled me over and caught me by my hips, and drew me to the bottom of the bed until my legs were hanging over the edge with him between them. The head of his cock nudged my pussy, and I reached down to guide him in me. He pushed, and I reared my ass as his hard cock slid in.
I was obviously well-lubricated, and he fit real snug. I urged him to fuck me hard, and he did, making me gasp with each lunge. We went on for about twenty minutes before he gasped and came inside me again. It was so good and fulfilling. After we lay there awhile, I dressed and went home, with my pussy full of come.
I didn’t think I’d see him again, until I went shopping this week and guess who I ran into at the supermarket! We started talking, and he went to the checkout line behind me and followed me to my car. He was talking to me about the night of the wedding when he reached down and put his hand under the hem of my sundress. He started to run it under my dress right there in public. He started to rub me, and I got so turned on that we got in my car and drove somewhere secluded and fucked in the back seat.
I’ve fucked him the last three days in a row, and it’s great. That’s one wedding I was glad I went to alone.–C.F., Springfield, Missouri
Elaine, my wife of thirty-two years, has recently gone through a remarkable transformation. It began as she was approaching fifty. Via diet and exercise she lost about twenty pounds, flattened her stomach, tightened her hips and ass and got rid of the incipient flabbiness of her arms and legs. She also had some minor cosmetic surgery to firm up her breasts and rejuvenate her face and neck.
As a result, she now has a smashing 35C-25-35 figure, which she very much likes to flaunt. Previously, as a mother of two and a mid-level executive at a large company, she had dressed rather conservatively. Now, with the kids on their own, and having quit her old job and become a real estate broker, she dresses quite provocatively much of the time, preferring short skirts and cleavage-revealing tops for work and even more flirtatious outfits for casual and evening wear.
She also has become much more outgoing in personality. Needless to say, she gets propositioned a lot. At first she told me about all the guys who hit on her. While she claimed she never accepted any of them, she did say that their attentions excited her.
The immediate effect was a dramatic improvement in our love life. Elaine was horny almost all the time, and was willing to try all sorts of new things. Whereas previously we almost always fucked in missionary position, she has now taken to my tonguing her to orgasm, to being fucked in the ass and to giving blowjobs.
It’s just as well that I’ve gotten quite good at eating pussy, since even with the help of Viagra, it’s been hard for me to get it up as much as Elaine would like. The fact is that over the last few months, I think she has taken her sex life up quite a few notches without me. While she hasn’t said anything about it, I’m pretty sure that she has been stepping out on me.
I have been quite busy at work and have had to make a number of out-of-town trips, for several nights at a time. Also, during the week I often have to work late, not getting home until about ten. When I’m away and call before midnight, I rarely find Elaine at home. And the evenings when I work late, she usually gets in even later.
Her usual explanation is that she was out with friends at some bar or club. However, on several of these occasions she has looked disheveled, her hair and makeup somewhat messed up. She has also taken to shaving her pussy and wearing very skimpy thong or string bikini panties. Most of the time she’s braless, and sometimes when she undresses I see that she put on no panties at all.
When she crawls in bed, she cuddles up to me immediately and encourages me to make love. She already smells of sex, and her cunt is often quite lubricated, nowhere near as tight as usual.
Nonetheless, I have said nothing to her, nor she to me. I don’t know what to do about this. I still love my wife and want her to be happy. I guess I should either confront her and see what she has to say about it or just keep quiet and let things go on as they are. I’ll let you know what I decide.–D.K., Brampton, Ontario
I’m a twenty-seven-year-old horny housewife. My husband travels a lot on business, which affords us nice cars and a lovely home in our nice upper-middle-class enclave. But he doesn’t fulfill me. So I look elsewhere. I’ve had escapades with the mailman, the gardener, even the young stud who cleans our pool every week.
But this story is about our new neighbor, who moved in a few months ago. From the second I saw Felipe, he got my nipples hard and my panties wet, with his brooding eyes and Latino looks, and a body sculptured like a Greek god. I knew he must be hung like a horse from the bulge in his shorts I had seen when he was out mowing the lawn with no shirt on.
For all his good looks, he was unbelievably shy. It took him a week just to strike up a conversation. Well, I would have to take the initiative!
I noticed right off that he would rather look than talk. That didn’t bother me. I saw him peeking at me from his window while I gardened, dressed in cutoffs and a halter top. My body had gotten sweaty in the midday sun, and my tits were almost popping through the tight top.
When I realized Felipe was watching, I turned so my back was toward his house, then bent over so my cutoffs rode up into the swell of my pussy, exposing my butt cheeks and a few tufts of pubic hair. That should give him the idea, I thought.
The next day, when he still hadn’t come over, I decided to be more aggressive. I was in my lounge chair by the pool in a bikini, soaking up rays, when I noticed a small knothole in the wood fence that separates our yards. There was an eye peeping through the hole! A lot of women might not have wanted a neighbor spying on them. But knowing it was Felipe, I decided to give him something to really look at.
I slipped off my bikini top, baring my 36D breasts. I heard a gasp. I cupped my tits and stroked them, moaning as I played. I went so far as to lick my nipples, fantasizing that Felipe’s tongue was getting me hot. This went on about five minutes, when I sensed that his penis was hard enough to poke another hole in the fence.
I knew no one else could see into my yard, so I got more daring. Still topless, I stood up and walked toward my house, knowing Felipe’s eyes would follow my every move. I went in the house, grabbed a bottle of baby oil and returned to my lounge chair, which I adjusted so I was facing the peephole.
I lay on my back, my legs spread wide, and smeared the baby oil all over, paying a lot of attention to my breasts, kneading the oil in and making my nipples hard. Then I worked my way down my taut stomach to my inner thighs. My vagina was moist by now, and my bikini bottom was damp.
Well, I thought, I might as well bare it all. I got up and pulled the bottom down my long legs, then tossed it aside. I was completely naked for my audience of one. I sat back down on my lounge chair and spread my legs again. I poured baby oil in my hands and worked down my inner thighs, keeping my fingertips close to my pussy. I wanted to raise Felipe’s interest to where he would come over to my side of the fence and replace my hands with his.
I slid my oily fingers inside my lips. I had never masturbated for a man, but I thought, there’s a time and place for everything! I continued to rub myself, feeling the intense sensations getting stronger in my pussy. I tingled from top to bottom. I glanced up and saw Felipe’s watchful eye still monitoring my every move through the knothole. I was sure he must have his pants down around his ankles and was masturbating right along with me.
I kept my fingers moving around my lips, then pushed a few oily fingers in. I was moaning loudly. The more I built toward my peak, the more I wanted to hold out as long as possible to give Felipe the best show possible. But it was too late. All of my stroking and massaging had brought me over the edge.
My body went stiff, overwhelmed by orgasm. Just then I heard groans of orgasm from the other side of the fence too. Our climaxes lasted a long while. Finally I sank back in my chair, with my legs spread wide and a glazed look in my eyes.
I hated to go back in the house, but when the eye disappeared from the hole in the fence, I finally did. I figured Felipe would be at my door at any moment. When he didn’t show up, I wondered out loud, “Man, what does a girl have to do, jump on him?” If that’s what I had to do, that’s what I would do.
The next day was hot and sultry. Felipe was out mowing his yard. I watched his Adonis body, glistening with sweat, from my bedroom window, waiting till he had almost finished to spring into my plan. When he was done, I walked over in my tightest T-shirt and shortest shorts which left nothing to the imagination and offered him a glass of ice water, which he accepted gratefully. His eyes gazed lustfully up and down my body.
“Sure is hot, huh?” I said. He agreed. I asked if he’d like to cool off with a dip in my pool. He nodded but said he had to change. He’d be over shortly. “Great,” I said. “See you in a bit.”
I sauntered back over to my house. I purposely bent over to pick at something, just to give Felipe a shot of my pussy as the shorts rode up the V of my crotch. He was staring at me. Great, I thought. Now on to plan B.
I ran up to the bedroom and changed into a special bikini I had been saving for my husband to see–one of those “dental floss” G-string numbers that are all the rage in Rio. I’d bought it the last time I was down there with my husband, but he was always too busy to see me in it. Now Felipe would be the lucky man!
My heart raced and my body trembled in anticipation as I slid the G-string up over my legs. The thin triangle of material barely covered my pubic mound. A few tufts of pubic hair showed. I adjusted the side tie strings high up on my hips, causing one string to ride up my crotch and up in my ass crack. Next I put on the top–twin triangular strips that barely covered my half-dollar-size areolae and cherry-size nipples. In fact, my big breasts bulged out of the triangular bits like cantaloupes waiting to be squeezed.
The doorbell rang as I was tying the top together. I threw a sheer robe over me and raced down to the door. Felipe was standing there in a red Speedo that barely covered his bulge. I welcomed him in, closed the door behind him and turned around. We looked lustfully in each other’s eyes.
“You look so beautiful,” he said in a broken accent. “I want you so badly.”
“Your wish is my command,” I said. “Let’s go out by the pool. It’s more comfortable.” I led him out back and said to jump in while I got us some refreshments. I took off my robe on the way to the kitchen, where I poured us cold drinks, and then walked out to whistles and stares from Felipe.
“My, you are one fine-looking lady,” he said.
He motioned for me to join him in the pool. I put down the drinks and dove in, coming up between his powerful arms. Our lips met, and our tongues darted in and out as we kissed. His arms clutched my near-bare ass and drew me closer. The bulge in his Speedo dug into my pubic mound, which I was grinding into him as hard as I could.
Felipe reached down and slid his hand inside the bit of cloth between my legs. We were past the point of no return. He pulled his swimsuit off, tossing it up on the pool deck. Then he bent me over facedown toward the pool deck. He moved one of the bikini strings to one side and jabbed his cock along my pussy lips, then rammed in up to the base of his balls.
“Oh yes, yes, fuck me!” I screamed. “I want it now!”
Soon Felipe was thrusting in hard and fast. It wasn’t long before we were both writhing in orgasm. Felipe pumped his come deep inside me. We turned around and kissed hungrily.
“You’re unbelievable,” he said. I told him there was plenty more where that came from, as I stroked his limp cock back to life. We spent the rest of the afternoon having pure raw sex. Now we get together every chance when my husband’s away. Felipe knows how to fulfill this horny housewife!–G.N., Shaker Heights, Ohio
The six-day business trip to Saint Louis offered a welcome break from my wife and kids. I arrived Sunday night and checked into my hotel. The women at the convention were dazzling in smart two-piece business outfits and salon-styled hair. Their companies had obviously made good choices in youth and sex appeal.
I couldn’t help telling myself I was hundreds of miles from home, with no prying eyes to observe what I did. I had meetings all of Monday, but while touring the convention floor on Tuesday, I stopped at an exhibit staffed by a blonde beauty with a pair of legs that would be illegal in several states.
After ten minutes of flirtatious banter, I said, “I’d love to take you to lunch.”
“Sorry,” she said, “I’ve got no one to fill in for me for another hour. Thanks for the invitation, though.”
She handed me her company’s promotional packet. I dropped my business card in the glass bowl for the prize drawing and left.
On Friday, the final day, feeling restless, I picked up an adult newspaper and browsed the ads for outcalls. Never too proud to pay for sex, I decided to treat myself to a top-of-the-line girl. I circled some tantalizing ads and called two numbers, but got recorded messages, a likely indication that the lady is out on a call. As I was about to dial again, the phone rang.
“This is Donna,” I heard a female voice say. “Remember me?”
“Not exactly,” I said, trying to place the voice.
“You stopped at my booth Tuesday,” Donna said. “You asked me out to lunch.”
“Oh yes!” I said. “I recall.”
“I was wondering if you’d like to get together for a drink this afternoon.”
“That sounds wonderful.”
“I have a bottle of champagne in my room if you’d like to come on up.”
I asked what room. She told me, then said, “How soon can you be here?”
“Give me twenty minutes,” I said. I jumped in the shower, got dressed hurriedly and less than twenty minutes later rapped on Donna’s door. She opened it with a cell phone at her ear.
“Come in,” she said, smiling. As I stepped in and she closed the door, she continued her phone conversation. “I don’t care if Daddy said you could,” she said. “You don’t go until you finish your homework. Understand?”
She paused, apparently listening to the youngster plead his case. “I said no!” she insisted. “When I get home tomorrow, I want to see how you’ve done.”
She set the telephone down on an end table and said, “Sometimes you have to be a mom long-distance. My nine-year-old was trying to weasel out of doing his science paper to go to the movies. You have kids?”
“Three,” I said.
“Two,” Donna said, reaching for her wallet. She dug out pictures of two boys.
“Beautiful kids,” I said.
“This is my little scholar,” she said, beaming. “Only seven, but smart as a whip. The older one isn’t dumb. He just prefers to play.”
Donna tucked the wallet back in her purse. On the coffee table sat an ice bucket holding a bottle of champagne. She was wearing a low-cut dress that revealed an abundance of cleavage.
“I just put on this dress,” she said. “Do you like it?”
“I do,” I said. “Very sexy.”
“Does it show too much boob?” she said.
“Not for my taste,” I said.
“How about the hemline?” she said. “Is it too high?”
“For legs like yours, it could be higher,” I said.
“Such a sweet talker,” she said. “I have to ask, are you faithful to your wife?”
“She thinks I am,” I said. “That’s what counts, isn’t it?”
“Why don’t we just cut to the chase?” she said with a smirk. “What do you say we commit adultery together?”
“Lady,” I said, “you just hit on my all-time favorite sin.”
She tugged at her wedding band until it slipped off, then set it on the dresser. “That’s all the undressing I intend to do,” she said. “You take it from there.”
I took off Donna’s dress, then relieved her of her bra, nylons and panties. She had a lithe, well-toned body, with supple breasts. I stripped, and we two virtual strangers tumbled naked on the bed. As I fondled her tits, I licked her nipples and tongued her pussy. Then I mounted her, wedging into the V of her spreading legs, scissored around my waist. Her heels pressed my buttocks, riveting my pelvic frame to hers.
We went at it like dogs in an alley. I pumped away until I erupted, far sooner than I intended. I gripped her hips and ejaculated in her cunt. My face reddened.
“You came already, didn’t you?” she gasped.
“Afraid so,” I said. “Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize,” she said. “I know how on edge sex with a stranger can be. We’ve got all afternoon.” She stroked my cheek. “Tell me, can you think of a more pleasant way to relieve tension on an autumn afternoon when you’re far from home?”
“No,” I said.
“I should tell you, I give phenomenally good head,” she said. “Just in case you’re interested.”
“Show me,” I said.
We disengaged our genitals and sat up on the edge of the bed. Donna dropped to her knees. Her tongue teased the head of my cock, then squiggled down my pole to lie flat on the scrotum, then slithered back upward. She swallowed the shaft and began sucking me off. Minutes later I climaxed, clutching her shoulders. Her neck muscles tightened as she swallowed my load.
“Let’s have some bubbly,” she chirped.
We sat across from each other at the table. She poured us each champagne, then lit a cigarette.
“Do you cheat on your wife often?” she said.
“Only when I’m reasonably sure I can get away with it,” I said.
“I do this a lot,” she said, smirking proudly.
“You seem so cool about it,” I said.
“I am,” she said. “If I see a guy I want to fuck, I don’t ask questions. I don’t care if he’s married. I keep the act of sex and the emotion of love in opposite corners.”
“That’s easier said than done,” I said.
“Actually, it’s a breeze,” she said. “When I met you the other day, I knew within minutes that I wanted to soil the linen with you.”
“You must keep your husband wrung out,” I chuckled.
“It doesn’t take much to keep him wrung out at his age,” Donna deadpanned.
“How old is he?” I asked.
“Eighty-two,” she said. “And I’m thirty-one. And before you ask, the answer is yes, he has money.”
“I’m sure you love him.”
“He has money,” she said again, exhaling a stream of smoke. I smiled, trying not to seem judgmental.
“I give him what he needs,” she said. “In public, I’m his adoring ornamental wife. In private, I’m his sex pet. So when I run into a guy who turns me on, I figure I’ve done my duty and am entitled to let my hair down.”
“Does he suspect you of fooling around?” I said.
“Not that he lets on,” she said. “Right now I’ll bet he’s listening to some cable-TV report on how the fucking Dow did today.” She leaned across the table and kissed me. “Are you into anal sex?”
“You should ask,” I said. “Such delight is the nectar of the gods.”
“Fantastic!” she said. “Would you be so kind as to fuck my ass, my good man?”
“It would be my great pleasure, dear lady.”
She handed me a bottle of lubricant that was protruding from her purse and said, “Do me over the table.” She bent over it, putting a pillow under her neck and collarbone.
I spread her butt cheeks until her violet bud came into view, then brought the tip of my tongue to the puckered spot. I spent several lingering moments licking her anus and savoring the sheer decadence of this deliciously deviant act. She grabbed the opposite end of the table to anchor herself. I brought a lubed finger to her anus and rubbed in a circular motion until her sphincter yielded. I slid the digit in then, after a second, another. When the portal felt sufficiently loose, I brought my knob to the spot, eased it in and began thrusting.
“Harder!” she gasped. “And faster!”
As I stepped up the pace, she tightened her grip on the table and lifted her feet off the floor, digging her toes into my hips. Her shoulder blades heaved, and her butt cheeks jiggled like mounds of gelatin each time I drilled her. When I felt my orgasm coming, I clutched her waist, pushed in her and stiffened. As my semen poured in her, some oozed out of her rectum.
I didn’t care if I was her “lay of the day.” She could use me at will then discard me when she was done.
“This made my day,” she sighed contentedly. “I hope this afternoon was as divine for you as it was for me.”
“It was just what I needed,” I said.
“Probably not suitable material for family television, though,” she said, laughing.
I took her to dinner at a fine restaurant. She had a juicy steak–medium-rare, like mine. Then we returned to the hotel and slept together that night. The next day Donna flew home to her elderly husband and little boys while I flew home to my wife and kids.
It was relaxing, sitting by the window gazing out over the wingtip at the deep blue sky. It had been an eventful week, and the payoff had been all a man could ask for.–N.H., Columbus, Ohio
Recently my husband and I went to a party at the house of a couple we met through mutual friends. When we arrived, about half past ten, everything was in full swing, with dancing and free-flowing drinks. My husband, not much of a drinker, was soon passed out on a chair in the corner of the living room.
I went on dancing with a few guys who’d been plying me with drinks. I was wearing a mid-thigh-length black minidress, cut low in front and back, with matching black lace bra, French-cut panties and sheer black stockings. Often while dancing I felt hands on my tits and ass. One guy even put his hands under my skirt.
At one point I was sitting beside my husband while talking to a nice black guy named Sanford, who started to rub my thighs! I glanced nervously at my husband, but he was oblivious. As Sanford’s hand crept higher and disappeared under my skirt to my panty-clad pussy, I had to push him away so as not to draw attention.
Someone suggested a game of musical chairs, where the guys would sit on the chairs and the women would dance around and try to find an available lap to sit on when the music stopped. I was groped up by most all of the guys, which got some of the wives a little jealous.
On the second round I sat on Sanford, who squeezed my tits and rubbed my thighs while the next chair was taken away. Next I sat on Jimmy, who was bold like Sanford and went so far as to pull my panty aside and slip a finger inside me before I pushed him away.
I was very turned on by now, and very drunk. Next I got Sanford again, and he did the same thing Jimmy did. This time I stood up so quickly, I didn’t get to readjust the crotch of my panty. So when the four of us remaining women danced around again and the music stopped and I sat down on Jimmy, who had his zipper down and his big black cock out, he guided it right in my pussy. I’m sure more than a few people noticed when my eyes opened wide and my jaw dropped.
Jimmy met resistance as he pulled me down the rest of the way. I moaned, and was so startled, I tried to get up, but I didn’t want to make a scene. Then I felt his hot come spurting inside me as he held me tight. I climaxed too from the excitement.
When it was time for the next round, my pussy made a pop sound as I pulled off of Jimmy. When the music started again, I made my way around on wobbly legs, with come running down my thighs to my stocking tops. This time I didn’t get a seat, so I was out of the game.
I went to the bathroom to freshen up a bit. While I was in there, Sanford knocked and asked if he could come in. He said he wanted me in a bad way and couldn’t wait to touch me. I was in heaven. It was more than I’d hoped for. He grabbed me and kissed me, then reached under my skirt and rubbed my pussy, still dripping with Jimmy’s come. He spun me around, bent me over the vanity top and yanked my panties down to my knees. As he spread my legs, he asked if he should stop. I was so turned on, there was no way I wanted him to stop. I heard him unzip and drop his pants, then felt his cockhead enter my pussy.
Sanford fucked me really hard, and I was moaning and panting loudly. Even when someone knocked on the door, he kept pounding my tender pussy. Suddenly he lunged in and held my hips tight as he filled me with come. Then he held me until he came down.
As he pulled out of my pussy, he said he knew one hole Jimmy hadn’t had yet, and started to work his cock up my ass. I’d never been fucked in the ass before, but when he asked if he should pull out, once again I was caught up in the moment and said no. He worked that monster up my ass. When he got it in, he fucked me steady, not hard, and I just moaned and moaned. Finally he came in my ass. It felt wonderful.
Then he pulled out and helped me clean up saying that he wanted to see me again if he could. I was unbelievably turned on as I pulled up my panties, straightened my skirt and went to rejoin the party. I found my husband, got him in the car and drove us home. I never did tell him what happened that night.–Name and address withheld
With my wife out of town for a couple of days attending a hair show, I was up for just about anything that would keep me from being bored. I glanced out the kitchen window, and my neighbor lady’s gorgeous ass caught my attention. She was bent over trying to do something to her lawn mower, and her shorts were way too scant to conceal her luscious moons. It was a magnificent sight–one I’d enjoyed since she burst into our neighborhood.
She was a redhead about five-nine, with a body built for sin–and, from my point of view, for action. She was beautiful, and from the way she strutted around half naked, she knew it. When she’d moved in a month before, she immediately became the hottest topic of conversation among the guys. Many fantasies had already been spun around her. I had a few of my own, though we still hadn’t met!
The neighborhood women, however, were downright rude. They talked badly about her all the time and spread vicious rumors.
My daydream was interrupted as I noticed that she was heading in my direction. As I opened the patio door, she said, “Hi, I’m Terry, your new neighbor.” I introduced myself, neglecting to mention that I was married, and asked if I could be of any help. She said her mower had quit and asked if I could take a look at it. I said sure, and she went to get it.
The mower, I discovered, had a problem that would have to be fixed at the shop. I told her she wouldn’t be mowing today, and asked if she would like something to drink. She accepted and followed me inside. As we sat down, I was still trying to keep my eyeballs in their sockets instead of following the bead of sweat trickling between her exquisite tits. It was impossible to miss the raw sex emanating from this voluptuous woman.
I started to fill her in about life in the neighborhood, but she interrupted, saying she really needed to shower, would I care to join her? She didn’t need to ask twice. By the time we reached my bedroom, she was nude. Saying nothing, she began to undress me. As my pants hit the floor, she was working on my shorts. In the shower, she grasped my stiff cock, lathered it and stroked it a few times, then rinsed it and astonished me by popping it in her mouth while looking up at me.
My mind was whirling. I was in my own house, with my wife away and my dick in our gorgeous next-door neighbor’s mouth. This should have scared the shit out of me. Instead, it added to the effect when I looked down and saw my cock being slurped by a woman who wasn’t my wife.
Before I came, I pulled my prick out of Terry’s mouth and stood her up. As I lathered her pussy and asshole, I tickled her nipples with my tongue. After rinsing her off, I stuck my fingers in her hot snatch. Incredibly, she was as slick deep inside as if I had dumped a load in her.
I fingered her almost to climax, then turned her facing away and placed my cockhead against her slit. She was unbelievably tight. I prayed her muscles would release their grip before I lost my load. Within a few strokes I was buried to my balls. The heat of her slit enveloped my shaft as I stroked her deeply.
Abruptly, Terry pulled away and said, “Fuck me in my ass!” I placed the head of my cock at her tight pucker, and as I pressed inward, my helmet popped in, soon followed by the rest of my shaft. She moaned and then said forcefully, “Slam it in!”
I gripped her ass cheeks as tightly as I dared, then did indeed “slam it in.” I pounded her asshole relentlessly–faster, harder, deeper, waiting for her to signal her impending orgasm so I could allow myself to erupt. I watched mesmerized as my staff plunged in and out of this amazing woman’s ass, again and again. Suddenly she exploded, and her explosion triggered my own. My prick jerked and spat uncontrollably in this luxurious forbidden territory.
After we showered, we returned to the bedroom to relax and talk awhile. Terry sat on the bed next to me and surveyed the room. Her eyes came to rest on the open closet. Suddenly she asked, “Are you married, or do you have a girlfriend?”
“I’m married,” I said. “My wife is out of town until tomorrow.” I told her how over the last few years Denise and I had grown in different directions, with different interests. I said our sex life was almost nonexistent, and I wasn’t happy, or satisfied. Then I said, “Terry, do you think we could have a relationship? Denise and I pretty much lead separate lives, but I wouldn’t want her hurt or embarrassed, so we’d have to be discreet until we see where we go from here.”
“I’d like to see where it can go from here too,” she said. “As long as you think we can see each other regularly–occasional weekend getaways, maybe do some things together–then yes. If you can’t satisfy my needs, then no. I won’t limit my life just because you’re married. There are a lot of things in this world I want to explore, too many things I haven’t experienced.”
I said I understood. She said she was curious about my wife, and said if I tried to tell her something about her, she would make me very happy. Then she said, “Wait just a minute,” and went to the closet. She emerged wearing a black lace negligee of my wife’s. Then she went to the vanity and sprayed some of my wife’s perfume on herself.
I sat there naked, confused and quite astounded as she perched between my knees, grasping my cock in both hands and stroking it until it was hard again. She spit on the head before sliding it along her lips, tickling it with her tongue, then slipping it in her mouth. She stroked the shaft and continued to spit and slurp and suck on it until I blasted her mouth full of creamy come. Since my wife had no interest in oral sex, I hadn’t had a blowjob in fifteen years.
We said good night, and Terry left. Later that night I considered what had happened. I wondered if my wife would be able to tell what I’d done just by looking me in the eyes. I hoped not. I had no idea how I would explain! On the other hand, I wasn’t prepared to share a fuck as good as Terry, so I’d have to make sure all her fuck needs were met by me.
When my wife returned the next day, she didn’t suspect a thing. That afternoon Terry appeared at our door. Denise answered, and Terry introduced herself. Denise invited her in, and when I walked in, she introduced Terry to me! So many sensations bombarded me. The air in the room became charged with electricity. I felt an instant and immeasurably indecent thrill. My balls twitched in nasty excitement at the notion of my new lover, my wife and me being in the same room.
We visited awhile, and then when Terry left, my wife said, “You know, most of the neighbors don’t care for her, and aren’t happy she settled here. She’s got quite some reputation as a slut. I guess someone talked to someone. You know how it goes. From what I heard, the reputation is well-deserved.”
I shrugged and thought, “If you only knew!”–Name and address withheld
I had never met Erin, my wife Gale’s best friend from high school, until she came out for a visit about a year after Gale and I were married. Gale worked days and I worked nights, so I was at work when Gale picked her up at the airport. By the time I got home both women had gone to bed.
When I got up the next day Gale had gone to work, leaving Erin and me alone in the house. I had forgotten all about Erin’s visit, and when I walked out into the kitchen I was wearing only my pajamas. Gale had told me that Erin was a looker, but I wasn’t prepared for what I saw when I walked in the room.
She was sitting at the kitchen table over a cup of coffee, wearing only a nightgown. She looked up when I came in, a smile on her moist, voluptuous lips. She was pretty enough to be a model. Dark hair curled softly over her shoulders, setting off her pretty, cream-complexioned face. Her large eyes were so green that I wanted to drown in them. Under a cute nose those sexy lips looked ready for endless nights of erotic delights.
The nightgown she wore was open enough in the front to show a good portion of her large, pointed boobs, and through it I could see the shadow of her dark areolae. Her plump nipples, begging to be kissed and sucked, made small bumps in the material.
“Hi,” she said in a low, sultry voice. “I’m Erin.”
“Glad to know you, Erin,” I answered, taking the small, soft hand she held out to me. “Pardon me for coming out like this. I forgot that you were coming in last night.”
“Hey, it’s fine with me. Nothing I’d rather see than a good-looking guy in pajamas.” As she spoke her gaze traveled over my body, pausing just long enough on the growing bulge in the front of my pajama bottoms to tell me she found it very interesting.
“Coffee?” she asked. getting to her feet.
“Sure,” I said, sitting down. “Thanks.”
As she rose from her chair and turned toward the coffee maker, I got a look at a pair of the most gorgeous ass cheeks I’d ever seen. The well-oiled movement of those beauties as she walked sent a shiver of excitement down my spine that had my balls throbbing and my cock fully erect.
As she returned with a cup of coffee, her eyes went to the now serious bulge in the front of my pajamas, and her pink tongue darted out, moistening her sexy lips. Raising my head, I looked up into her eyes. The look she gave me told me that she knew exactly what was going through my mind, and I could see she didn’t mind at all.
I might have finessed the situation if she hadn’t licked her lips when she glanced at my boner, but that was too much. As she put my coffee down and lowered that sweet rounded ass of hers into her chair, I got to my feet and stepped in front of her. I pulled my hard, throbbing meat out of my pajamas with one hand, gently pulling her face into my crotch with the other. She didn’t try to pull away. Her lips were warm and soft against my cock. Reaching up, she gently cupped my throbbing balls, while her other hand skinned my cock back, exposing its swollen, wine-red knob. Slipping her lips over it, she began to lightly circle the rim of my glans with the tip of her tongue. That sent a surge of liquid fire into my pounding balls, and I felt the approach of a bone-crushing climax.
I guess my throbbing balls told her I was going to come, because she suddenly withdrew and got to her feet just before I shot my load. She lifted her nightgown up to her waist, showing me her luxurious pelt. Then, lying back on the table with her knees raised and her legs spread, she gave me a clear view of the prettiest damn pussy I’ve ever seen. Under her lush bush I could see every fold of her inviting pussy lips. Stepping close to her, I slipped the swollen head of my rock-hard boner into her warm, succulent opening.
She inhaled sharply as I pushed my meat into her, going deep into her tight, volcanic pussy. Wrapping her legs around my waist, she pulled me deeper inside her. I slipped her nightgown off her shoulders and began to kiss her big beautiful tits and suck her erect nipples. Slowly at first, and then more violently, she rocked her pelvis into me, meeting every thrust of my cock. I felt gentle spasms in her pussy that quickly grew stronger. I’d never felt anything like it before. I was in heaven. I was rushing toward the edge. I tried to hold back, but it was impossible. Suddenly I exploded into her, shooting what seemed like endless spurts of come deep into her pussy.
When it was over I sank back in my chair, thoroughly drained. My pajama bottoms were down around my ankles, and it was clear that my debilitated dick was down for the count.
But I could see that our lovemaking had really lit Erin’s fire. She sank to her knees between my legs, turning her green eyes up to me. “God, you were great!” she said. The smile on her sexy lips sent a tingle of excitement down the length of my weary warrior. Taking my rod in her hand, Erin began to pump it gently. Soon, detecting signs of revival in my twitching manhood, she skinned it back and slipped her lips over the head. Her soft, warm mouth on my cock soon had it standing tall again. When it was good and hard, Erin got to her feet and turned her back to me. Lifting her nightgown to her waist, she gave me another glimpse of those mouth-watering buttocks. Then, lowering her ass to my lap, she grasped my tool in her fingers and guided it into her pussy. Sliding down all the way, she impaled herself on the length of it. I slipped my hands under her nightgown to stroke her firm round boobs and run my fingers over her erect nipples.
She began to bob slowly up and down on me. Soon, I felt her body stiffen, and then we both came at the same time, the powerful spasming of her pussy draining every drop of come out of my balls.
Erin was the greatest. She stayed for almost two weeks, and every day, while my wife was at work, I fucked her till I dropped. I know she liked it too, because now she comes out several times a year and I fuck her ears off every chance I get. Sure, I still love my wife, and fuck her a lot, but Erin is the frosting on the cake. The part you like to eat most.–T.J., Baltimore, Maryland
I am a married woman living in the Midwest. I have read and enjoyed some of the letters from your other readers who have had exciting sexual experiences while on vacation, but I never dreamed that it would happen to me.
Last summer I went to Puerto Vallarta, Mexico with two of my girlfriends, expecting nothing but a relaxing week in the sun and a nice getaway from my stressful business career. I hadn’t even wanted to go, but my friends Rhonda and Lynn, both single women, persuaded me to go with them even though I was married. I decided that I would just catch up on my reading while they partied. Rhonda and Lynn could be sisters–they are both tall and full-figured, with sandy blonde hair and bright blue eyes. I, on the other hand, am petite and fair-skinned, with long dark brown hair and brown eyes. Luckily I have nice-sized tits and a curvy ass to complement my slim figure, but I was still sure that I wouldn’t be noticed next to my voluptuous girlfriends.
Our hotel was beautiful, right on the beach, overlooking a turquoise lagoon. On our first day we began a daily routine of arriving at the huge blue pool by nine in the morning, and lounging in the sun until late afternoon, with occasional trips to the swim-up bar. I wasn’t used to so much free time, and worried that I’d be bored doing this for an entire week. But there were lots of other vacationers in the pool area, of all nationalities, so it was entertaining just to people-watch all day long. I was especially impressed with the beauty of the Mexican girls, who all seemed to have long dark hair, brown skin, big firm breasts and shapely asses, showing off in their colorful bikinis. I felt skinny and shy compared to them. But my two girlfriends certainly stood out in the crowd, with their light hair and eyes. The forthright Mexican men were constantly shouting compliments at them. I noticed that both the men and the women seemed very free with their bodies and their sexuality, and thought how different this w
as from back home. I loved the sensuality of it.
By the end of our first day my outgoing friend Rhonda had gotten friendly with Pablo, a good-looking young Mexican who worked at the hotel. He was taken with her blonde beauty, and offered to take all of us out on his boat the following day. I wasn’t sure about going with a stranger, but I went anyway, and ended up having a fabulous time. We drank beer and partied all afternoon in our bikinis, while cruising the beautiful ocean. I was a small-town girl with a conservative married lifestyle, and I’d never done anything so crazy and fun. Suddenly I started to feel strangely free.
That evening we dressed up in silky tank tops and short shorts or miniskirts, showing off our golden-tanned legs, and decided to check out the entertainment at our hotel bar. We were pleased to find two very handsome young studs, Miguel and Raoul, singing and performing synchronized dance steps to Mexican music. They were dressed in barely-buttoned white silk shirts that revealed their glistening brown chests, and tight black slacks. Being from a Midwestern city, my friends and I were used to men in jeans and flannel shirts, who wouldn’t dream of getting up and dancing. I loved to dance and had secretly always wished for a man who could keep up with me. Raoul was the better dancer of the two, and I found myself powerfully attracted to him. But I told myself to get over it, because for one thing I was married, and for another, he would never notice me with all those really gorgeous women around.
My mind was wandering as I enjoyed my mellow beer buzz, and I was suddenly aware that the music had stopped, and Pablo had brought Miguel and Raoul over to meet us. All of a sudden I found myself looking right into Raoul’s eyes. He had the dark good looks and excellent body of many young Mexican men, but instead of the usual brown, his eyes were a smoldering golden color, and when he looked at me I was shocked to find myself tingling all over. All three of our new friends spoke perfect English, but Raoul had the most beautiful voice, husky and cultured, with what I thought sounded like a French as well as a Spanish accent. If my red silk panties hadn’t been wet before, they certainly were now.
We all hit it off very well, and we spent the next several hours talking and laughing out on the beach in the moonlight, learning about each other’s home countries, professions and interests. Raoul was friendly to Rhonda and Lynn, but I noticed that his smoky eyes kept coming back to me, with a very intense look in them. He would laugh richly and deeply, but not mockingly, at my attempts to speak Spanish. When he admitted to fluency in Spanish and French, and demonstrated for me by speaking some romantic words in both languages, my pussy turned to liquid gold. Once I got over my surprise at the fact that he was attracted to me, I decided that I would be stupid to let this opportunity pass me by, and that I was going to experience it to the fullest.
When Pablo took Rhonda off to show her a sculpture by the pool, Raoul suggested that he and I go for a walk on the beach, leaving Lynn and Miguel sitting together in the dark under a palm tree. When we were alone, Raoul told me how beautiful he thought I was, and how he loved my big eyes and slim, sexy body. I was again surprised to hear these compliments, but I loved it. Part of me wondered if he regularly seduced American women tourists, and I decided that he probably did, but his very confidence and experience were part of his attraction. Besides, I could somehow tell that he meant what he said–he really did think I was attractive. He also told me I was much sweeter than the women he normally met. When he kissed me his lips were soft and firm, and his tongue was hot as it flicked over my own lips. I found myself thinking about how his hips had moved when he danced, and about the big bulge in his tight black pants, and I realized that I couldn’t wait to feel his big Mexican cock inside me. Raoul seemed to
sense my mood, and invited me to his hotel room. I hotly said yes, and we discreetly slipped away, since I didn’t want my friends to know that I was going off enthusiastically to break my marriage vows.
When we slipped into his dark room, I was surprised to find his roommate lying on the bed, with a woman–also a performer at the hotel–on top of him, wildly riding him. Her small, dark-nippled tits were bouncing and her thick dark hair was flying around her face. Neither of them showed any reaction to our coming into the room, and I got even hotter and wetter at the sight of them.
Raoul pulled me into the bathroom and closed the door, and we ripped off our clothes while kissing passionately. Raoul told me what a beautiful body I had, then sat down on the toilet and pulled me toward him. He had the biggest dick I’d ever seen, long and thick and pointing straight at the ceiling. Holding one of my ass cheeks in each palm, he lowered me onto that fabulous pole. Once he was all the way in, I went crazy and fucked him like the athletic horsewoman I am, grinding my cunt against his hips and balls. He cupped one of my breasts firmly while licking and sucking the other then he buried his head between them and said my name over and over while he squeezed my tight ass. He slid deep inside me with each thrust, and it felt so incredible that I couldn’t stand it any longer. We both came loudly, dripping with sweat and out of breath with passion.
Raoul said he couldn’t believe I had made him come so fast, since he could usually last for an hour at least. He seemed sincerely surprised, and I took that as a compliment. Then, like the sex-hungry nympho that I didn’t realize I was, I got down between his legs and sucked that big prick back to life. This time I straddled him backwards while he slid his cock into my creamy slit, his hands clutching my tits as I braced my hands against the sink. He fucked me even harder than before, and while his balls were slapping against my ass I heard his roommate’s woman scream with passion in the other room. That sent us both over the edge for the second time.
Finally I decided I’d better get back, so I kissed him, slipped out and snuck quietly into my room. Lynn seemed to be asleep, and Rhonda wasn’t back yet. The next day we all told each other that we had had a nice time with our cute new friends, but we didn’t go into details. For the rest of our vacation we went dancing every night–usually all night–with Pablo, Miguel and Raoul. Raoul and I took every opportunity to slip away to his room and fuck beyond my wildest Midwestern dreams. On our last day, our Mexican studs tenderly kissed us good-bye and asked us to keep in touch. None of us actually planned to do that, but we flew home in an unusually mellow and relaxed mood. What an amazing trip! And I had thought it would be a boring vacation!–D.R., Jefferson, Missouri