Last week my wife Nina and I had a dinner date with a couple named Erin and Sid, with whom we recently had gotten friendly. We got along well with them and seemed to have a lot in common, but before that night we had no idea that the relationship would move so far, so quickly.
As I walked into our bedroom that evening to see if Nina was almost ready to go, I stumbled onto a beautiful sight. My wife was standing in front of the mirror, putting the finishing touches on her makeup, and wearing only a skimpy bra and panties and a pair of thigh-high stockings. The sight caused my heart to skip a beat, and my cock to stir just a little in my pants.
“Wow!” I said as I approached her from behind, wrapped my arms around her and kissed her on the neck.
She smiled at me in the mirror. “Forget it,” she said. “I’ve got to finish getting ready or we’re going to be late.”
“You’ve already got me ready,” I said, sliding my hands up to cup her breasts, tweaking her nipples lightly. Her eyes closed for a moment, and she let out a soft, barely audible moan as she pressed back against me. Then she turned around and pulled me in for a kiss. It was a kiss such as I hadn’t had from her in a while.
As we kissed she slid her free hand towards my crotch and gently caressed my lengthening member, moving her hand up and down. In return I reached for her pubic region, discovering a lot of heat and a certain amount of moisture. I moved a fingertip up and down the moist slit through her silky black panties. She moaned again, but this time I could definitely hear it.
“You want to fuck me now?” she panted, and boy, did I ever!
“You know I do,” I whispered back. “I want to taste you, I want to touch you, I want you to feel me in you. I want to fuck you for hours. But we have to meet Erin and Sid.”
“I know,” Nina said. She then dropped to her knees, unzipped my fly, pulled out my now erect penis and gave it a quick lick and a suck. That was all it took. I reached down to lift her up and we kissed passionately again. As we did, she wrapped one of her legs around my waist, still holding onto my dick. Slipping her panties to the side, she managed to guide me into her. I had little work to do as she rocked her hips back and forth, fucking me in such a way that she was also rubbing her clit against my pubic area. Within two or three minutes she was coming. She cried out and I felt her body tremble, and her soft wet pussy clenching and releasing around my dick. I couldn’t hold back, and I heard myself moan as I shot my jism into her.
We thanked each other, kissed again and resumed getting ready for our dinner date.
The plan was for us to pick Erin and Sid up at their house before driving to the restaurant. When we arrived, we had to wait a few minutes after ringing the doorbell before Sid came to the door. He greeted us with a smile and told us to come in and make ourselves comfortable. He apologized for running behind, saying that Erin would be down in a moment, and we could be on our way.
Erin appeared soon afterwards, and we set out. We made it to the restaurant, got a table and enjoyed a few drinks and a great meal. As the night went on and the drinking continued, the talk became franker and less inhibited, sex being, as it often is, the predominant topic. Still, I was startled to the point of shock to hear Erin say at one point, “We’re sorry it took so long for us to let you in before, but we were kind of busy. I had Sid down on the bed and was giving him a blowjob, and I wasn’t about to let him up until I finished.”
Sid seemed a little surprised by his wife’s openness, and he mumbled something about how she shouldn’t talk about such things. Erin just shrugged. “Oh, honey. It’s all right,” she said. “It’s not like you weren’t going to tell your guy friends. Besides, we’re all adults here.”
To my surprise, my wife immediately spoke up to back up her friend. “Yeah, no problem,” she said. “In fact, I fucked my husband before we left to come to your house. I just had to have it, and I wasn’t going to wait.”
Erin smiled at her, and then turned to me. “Did you come in her?” she asked me.
“Okay, that’s enough,” Sid put in. “I think we better call it a night.”
“Oh, stop being such a fuddy duddy,” Erin snapped. Then, turning back to me, she said, “Well did you?”
Still kind of taken aback by this sudden turn of events, I looked over at my wife. She smiled at me, then turned to answer Erin’s question. “Yes, he did,” she told her. “In fact, it’s still coming out of me. I think I need to go to the ladies’ room.”
She stood up then, but before she could leave Erin reached over to take her by the hand. “Don’t go,” she said. “Let me help you with that.” And then proceeded to slide her hand up my wife’s dress. Nina closed her eyes, and I was pretty sure that Erin had found what she was reaching for. Nina quickly sat down again, letting out a soft moan. Erin pulled her hand out from under her dress and moved her fingers to her mouth, gently sucking and licking them. Then she leaned over to her husband and gave him a long, lingering kiss.
“I think we should go home now, don’t you?” she murmured then. “All of us. Together.”
Sid no longer looked shocked. “Great idea,” he said, and called for the check.
Back in the car, Sid sat in the back with the two ladies while I drove. In the rear-view mirror I could see that Erin and Nina were sitting together, with Sid on the other side of his wife. I angled the mirror down to give me a better view of what was going on. Erin had her hand right up Nina’s dress, and from my wife’s reactions I deduced that she was fingering her pussy and diddling her clit. As I watched, the two women went into a torrid kiss, and I could see my wife’s hand was fondling every possible inch of Erin that she could reach. Sid was watching closely, while touching himself through his pants. Truth be told, I was driving with one hand while rubbing my own dick through my pants as well. The action was really heating up back there.
When we got back to their house I pulled into the driveway and parked the car, then turned to see the action first hand. At this point Sid’s dick was out in the open, and Erin was crouching over him with her mouth around it. In this position her ass was turned toward my wife, and Nina was rubbing her pussy from behind with one hand, while playing with herself with the other.
Kneeling up on the front seat, I reached over to put one hand on my wife’s tit and the other on Erin’s ass. Then I said, “I hate to break this up, but we should move this inside before the neighbors get too interested.”
Erin released Sid’s cock, and we all climbed out of the car and went into the house. The moment the front door closed behind us, Erin pushed Sid down onto the sofa, dropped to her knees and went back to work on his cock. Nina sat down in a chair next to the sofa, where she had a perfect view of what was going on. I moved to her side as we both watched the action. Erin’s ass was pointed in our direction. My wife looked at me and smiled, saying, “You want that nice ass, don’t you?”
“I only want you right now,” I told her, which may not have been exactly true. I bent down to her and kissed her, and as our tongues met I slid a hand up the inside of her thigh. She parted her legs, allowing me access to the sweetest place on earth. Still kissing her, I slid my fingers under her panties and stroked her wet slit. Then I crouched down and began to kiss my way down her body, being sure to stop at each bra-covered breast. Nina stood up suddenly and let her dress fall to the floor. She also removed her bra, while I slid her panties down her legs. After stepping out of them, she sat back down and opened her legs, reaching for my head and guiding it between them.
Eating my wife’s pussy is my favorite sex act. I began to kiss and lick her wetness as though for the first time. I was soft and gentle at first, as if trying to learn my way around, even though I had been there many, many times before. When she began to moan I dropped the amateur act and treated her to an expert combination of licks, nibbles and sucks, my lips and tongue moving around that glorious region with the timing and precision of a true professional. Nina was gasping and whimpering and urging me on, her hips arching to press her crotch harder against me. After several minutes of this she tangled her fingers in my hair and let out a series of loud moans as she began to climax.
From behind me I heard Sid saying, “Damn, he really ate her out well! You’re in for a treat tonight, my dear.”
I began to lick and kiss my way back up Nina’s body now, my lips sliding over her stomach, stopping again at each breast and then moving to her sweet lips for a most passionate kiss. As the kiss ended I heard Sid moaning loudly, and I turned to see him in the throes of shooting his load into Erin’s mouth.
“Damn, she is really good at that,” he panted when he had stopped coming. Erin swallowed down the last bit of his sperm and licked the tip of his dick. Then she turned to me.
“From what I just heard, I think I’ll have to get a little sample of that tongue of yours too,” she said.
“Well,” I said, “it doesn’t look like you’re going to get much of anything, with all those clothes on.”
Erin immediately stood up, undid the slacks she was wearing and let them fall to the floor. Without pausing, she pulled her blouse up over her head and off. She wore no bra, and I felt my cock throb as her high round breasts came into view.
“Oh, you’ve got her started now,” Sid said. “Now you’re both in for it. Nina, I’ll get to that luscious body of yours in a minute I just need a few minutes to recover, if you don’t mind.”
“Me too,” Nina said, smiling at him. Then she turned to me. “Well, what are you waiting for?” she said. “Don’t keep the lady waiting.”
Before I could say or do anything more, Erin moved to stand directly in front of me. As I was still on my knees, my face was lined up with her bare stomach. All I could do was follow my instincts. I kissed her stomach, licking at the smooth flesh, while my hands went around her to gently caress her ass. From there they moved up to the waistband of her panties and began to pull them down. As they slid over her ass I could detect the sweet aroma of wet pussy. As the panties slipped down her legs my mouth moved lower on her stomach, and when she stepped out of them and spread her legs apart my tongue reached out to penetrate her most private of places, then glided easily across the hood of her clit.
Erin gave a little cry and pulled away, as though the sensation had been too much for her. She then pushed me back so that I was lying flat on the living room floor. She dropped down on top of me and kissed me, then quickly started to open my pants and pull them down.
Her eyes widened when she saw my erect penis. Turning to her husband, she said, “See, I told you he’d have a big one!” And with that she took hold of my dick and started pumping it.
I looked over at Sid to make sure this was okay with him. Evidently it was, because he just shrugged. “Oh, there’s no stopping her now, buddy,” he told me. “Might as well just enjoy yourself.”
I then glanced over at Nina, who was smiling. “Oh, come on, you’ve wanted her for a while now,” she said to me. “Let’s both have fun tonight, okay?”
Erin now moved down my body till her face was over my crotch. Her mouth opened, and to my surprise she took the entire length of my dick inside it, and proceeded to give me the best blowjob I had ever had. I reached for her and managed to maneuver her around until we were in a 69 position. My wife was right I’d wanted to have sex with Erin ever since our first meeting, and I didn’t waste any time. I buried my face in her sweet wet pussy and did my best to lick and suck every centimeter of that awesome goodness. I must have hit the right spot, because Erin sat up on my face and began to buck in a way that slid her dripping wet pussy back and forth across my mouth, faster and faster. One second my tongue was on her clit, and the next it was in her asshole. She was fucking my face with everything she had, her cries getting louder and louder. Her twitching body strained as her legs tightened their grip on the sides of my head. Then she threw back her head, shrieking as she released a flood of juices into my happy mouth.
She collapsed onto me then, falling forward to find my rock-hard dick throbbingly waiting for her return. She took it all in as before, and this time her panting, moaning mouth felt even better. But before I could come she raised her head, saying that she had to have that dick inside her. She moved down over me, her freshly eaten pussy sliding down over my chest and stomach, raising herself as she reached my crotch and lowering that pussy onto my dick.
As she began slowly to ride me, she looked over at my wife and said, “Thank you for sharing him. He’s just amazing, and you are one lucky girl to have that mouth on your pussy whenever you want it. And please, have some fun with my husband. I know he can’t wait to have you. If you want to try sucking his cock, you might point your ass this way while you’re doing it. I wouldn’t mind tasting you too.”
“Why not?” Nina said, and she began to move over to where Sid was sitting. Erin was moving faster now, sliding herself up and down on my pole. It was a wonderful feeling to look down and see her ass bouncing rhythmically as she rode me. With each upward pump I could see her asshole and the way my dick parted her pussy lips. I could see the juices glistening on my rod. The sight was turning me on so much that I could feel myself getting closer to climax.
Meanwhile Nina was now crouching in front of Sid, with his dick buried in her mouth and her head bobbing up and down on his shaft. Erin bent forward and snuggled her face against my wife’s ass. Soon she was eating out her pussy from behind, while still pumping herself up and down on my shaft. Both women were making muffled sounds of pleasure, while Sid was groaning steadily, his fingers buried in Nina’s hair. I couldn’t hold back any longer, and I stiffened and gave a shout of release while filling Erin’s pussy with what felt like the biggest load of come ever to come out of me.
Nina was the next to come. Her hands reached back to grab at Erin’s head, pulling it tighter against her as she fucked back into her face. She then pulled her mouth from Sid’s dick to release a series of full-throated moans and screams of pleasure as she climaxed.
Pulling her ass from Erin’s face, Nina now turned around and lowered herself onto Sid’s throbbing dick. This was the first time I had seen my wife fucking another man, and my dick, miraculously, started to harden again almost immediately.
As my wife rode her husband, Erin moved in on all fours, trying to kiss and lick both Nina’s clit and her husband’s shaft and balls. As she crouched that way in front of me, her beautiful ass swaying and her pussy still dripping from our recent encounter, I reached out to grab that tempting butt with both hands. Then I moved closer, my hands sliding up and around to clutch at her tits. My dick was now fully hard again. Holding Erin by her tits, I pressed it into the crack of her ass and against her tight anus. Erin gasped, but didn’t try to pull away, and I started slowly working my pole into that very snug passage.
When Sid cried out that he was going to come, Erin moaned, “Oh, God, I want it!” I thought she was talking about my cock in her ass, but Sid and Nina evidently took her to mean she wanted her husband’s sperm. My wife stood up off his dick, and Sid reached down and pointed his twitching tool towards his wife’s face. Erin opened wide and took one big slurp on his dick, and Sid moaned as fired his load deep into her throat.
While Erin drained her husband’s dick and I fucked my way deeper into her ass, Nina moved to straddle Sid’s face and lowered her pussy over his mouth. Sid had no objection, and proceeded to eat her pussy until she climaxed again.
So there we were, with my sexy wife having her pussy eaten, while the man who was eating it was getting his dick sucked, while I was plowing into the ass of the woman who was doing the sucking. And it got wilder, with Erin pushing her ass back at me as she swallowed the last of her husband’s sperm, Nina screaming and coming, Sid groaning and me pounding away at Erin until I lost it once again and shot into the depths of her squirming ass.
Finally we all collapsed and lay entangled for a long time, catching our breath and regaining our composure. As we came to life again and started to get dressed, Nina said something about how she thought that Erin may have been due another orgasm to help bring her even with everyone else. Erin said that she had lost track in all the excitement, but added that it didn’t matter, as there would be plenty of opportunities in the future for her to catch up.
We all said amen to that.—L.C., Houston, Texas
My wife Lois and I are in our early 50s and have stepped up our sexual activities in the last few years, primarily as a result of the proliferation of swingers’ web sites on the net. Three months ago we were attracted by a posting on one of those sites by a couple who lived about three hours from us. It was Lois who first drew my attention to the posting, and after one look I said, “Oh, you’re only interested in them because it says he’s got a long thick cock.”
“Come one, babe, you know I need something more than that five-incher of yours every so often,” Lois replied. So we responded to the posting, sending some photographs along with some information about us and what we were looking for.
Within two days we heard back from them. Their names were Joy and Alan and they were in their mid-40s. After checking out their photos and what appeared to be at least an eight-inch piece of thick meat between Alan’s legs , Lois couldn’t wait to call them. Joy’s very sensuous body, thick black hair and 36C breasts made me want to get on the phone as well.
The ensuing conversation was very promising. Joy told Lois that her husband had a thing for tall blondes like her. But then she asked, “Are you sure you can handle someone as well-endowed as Alan, with his thick eight-and-a-half-inch prick?”
Lois grinned at me as she answered, “Joy, why do you think we called you? I love big dicks, and though my husband is a great fuck, he’s only got a little over five inches. Is that okay with you?”
“That’s not a problem,” Joy said, “and here’s why. I’m really into ass-fucking, and Alan’s cock is just too damn big for my butt. If you’re willing to limit yourself to butt-fucking me, I think we could all have a great time.”
A few minutes later we had made the arrangements, which entailed us driving up to where they lived the following Saturday.
We met them for dinner at a local restaurant. Joy and Alan were, if anything, hotter looking than their pictures. Joy wore a white leather jacket, a black low-cut blouse and a short white leather skirt, while Lois had on a tight cotton minidress that showed off her long legs and, when she sat, the tops of her thigh-high stockings. Alan’s opening comment to me was, “Hey Hal, we’re two reasonably good-looking guys, but how the hell did we end up with these two gorgeous babes?”
We didn’t linger over dinner. Joy’s hand frequently massaged my thigh and crotch under the table, and I could tell from Hal’s face that Lois was playing the same games with him. In less than an hour we were at their lovely lakeside home.
Joy, not one to be bashful, was taking off her jacket and blouse before she was 10 feet inside the front door, saying it was time for everyone to get comfortable. Lois immediately removed her dress as well, while Alan and I stripped to our shorts. Alan’s bulge was certainly a lot bigger than mine, which made Lois exclaim, “Oh, I like what I’m seeing!” Joy grinned at that, and as they stood side by side her hand dropped to gently caress Lois’s ass and thighs. I knew my wife had no objection to a little girl-girl play, and the evening was getting more interesting by the second.
Alan evidently felt the same way. “Joy,” he said to his wife, “why don’t you get Lois warmed up for us, and Hal and I will join you in a few minutes.”
With that Joy led a willing Lois into another room. Alan and I had a drink and made conversation, but we were distracted a few minutes later by the sound of moans and exclamations coming from the adjacent room. Alan smiled. “Guess we should go check it out,” he said.
On entering the room, I saw several large blankets spread out in front of the fireplace, and on them lay Joy and Lois, entwined in a 69 position. Seeing us, Joy pulled away, saying, “Lois, it looks like somebody’s bringing some real cocks to our party. Here, let me help you get ready.” With that she produced a large strap-on dildo, fastened it onto herself, and quickly began rubbing the large head across Lois’s dripping gash. A moment later she had it inside my wife and had begun a rhythmic back-and-forth motion that had Lois exclaiming “Oh, my God!” and tightly gripping the blankets with her hands above her head.
“Alan, I’m getting her loosened up for that big prick of yours,” Joy panted. “Are you ready to fuck her yet?” There was no need for an answer Alan had already doffed his briefs, and it seemed to me that the eight and a half inches that Joy had mentioned was, if anything, an understatement. Lois was watching with wide eyes as Alan prepared to mount her. Joy now pulled the dildo out of my wife, unstrapped it and moved her naked body beside mine. She grasped my cock at the base and began to stroke it.
“You know, Hal,” she said, “that huge cock of my husband’s is really going to stretch Lois’s cunt and make it nice and loose. In fact, that giant dick is going to stretch her so much that she might not even feel this little prick of yours if you try to fuck her later this evening. But we’re not going to let this little hard-on go to waste, are we? It’s going to give me a good ass-fucking, isn’t it?” With that she turned over onto her hands and knees. “Come on, baby, fuck my ass with that skinny cock of yours.”
As I entered Joy from behind, sliding into her really tight asshole, we were both facing Alan and Lois, already in the throes of a passionate fuck. “It’s so fucking big!” Lois was moaning over and over. “It’s so fucking deep, oh, God, oh, God!”
“Turns you on, doesn’t it baby?” Joy asked, tossing her beautiful hair to one side as she looked back at me. “Come on, grab my tits and keep fucking my ass.” As she said this she vigorously rubbed her clit with the fingers of her right hand, and in no more than three or four minutes she screamed out, “Fuck! I’m coming!” A second later she was spasming so hard I could barely hold onto her, but her movements set me off too, and I stayed with her long enough to fill her ass with my sperm.
At this point Lois and Alan were obviously also close to coming. My wife’s legs were draped over Alan’s shoulders now, and between panting breaths she groaned out, “Christ, I can’t believe I’m getting fucked so good! What a great prick!” Then Alan threw back his head and grunted loudly as he came with four or five particularly hard thrusts. Lois cried out as well, slapping her hands on the floor as she exploded in ecstasy.
A moment later Alan pulled out of her and rolled onto his back. As soon as Lois had recovered her breath, she reached over to stroke his sticky cock, gazing at it in a worshipful manner. “Oh, God, I have to have that thing again!” she moaned, and a moment later she was on her knees, bending over him to kiss and lick his dick, and then wrapping her lips around it, taking the head of it into her mouth. It was already stiffening again, and I knew my wife was destined to have her pussy stretched even more before the night was over.
At that point Joy slipped up behind me, and I felt her rubbing some kind of cream into the crack of my ass. Looking over my shoulder, I saw that she had put on the strap-on again, and was obviously preparing to give me a dose of what I’d just given her.
“Turn about is fair play, right?” Joy said, smiling at me. “You’re going to love this, sweetie. Just relax and enjoy it.”
If I’d had any doubts about it before, I was now absolutely certain that this was going to be an evening I would never forget.—H.N., Albany, New York
Amy, my next-door neighbor, asked me something over coffee one Saturday that really surprised me. Amy and Glen, her husband, have two young daughters, a dog and a mortgage, and appear to be the all-American couple. Now, as she sat at my kitchen table, she asked me if my husband had ever caught me fucking around.
I nearly dropped the coffee pot. “What kind of a question is that?” I said as I sat down across from her. “What makes you think I fuck around?”
Amy put her hand on mine. “Call it women’s intuition if you want,” she said. “But I have watched you in action on more than one occasion. You are very discreet and careful when you do your mating dance, and you’re just too good looking and sexy not to be successful at getting any man you want.”
I was caught so off guard that I didn’t know what the hell to say. Amy squeezed my hand and said, “Hey, girl, I’m not condemning you, I wish I had the same confidence and grace you seem to have, to hook up right in front of your husband. I’ve been screwing around on Glen forever, even before we got married, but I shake in my boots every time I do it. Hell, I’ve seen you disappear at a party and come back with that just-fucked glow on your face. I’d love to have the nerve to do that just once.”
Well, this woman was sharp she should have been working homicide cases instead of just being a secretary. So I took a deep breath and said that what I was about to tell her had to be kept in complete confidence, and she promised she wouldn’t say a word. I then explained to her that I never lied to my husband that our marriage was open, and there were no secrets between us. I always told him everything I did, and he was fine with it. Then I asked her why she’d brought this up in the first place.
Amy said that she had always planned her extramarital activities carefully, and had been sure to clean herself up before returning home, so her husband wouldn’t suspect. But last night she had stopped for drinks after work with a bunch of people from her office, and had ended up sitting next to Jerry, her boss, who had been trying to get in her pants for three years. She hadn’t wanted to make a scene, so she didn’t protest much when he started feeling her up under the table. He didn’t try getting under her panties, but just rubbed her pussy lightly through the crotch, driving her crazy with need. She hadn’t had much sex for a month, because Glen hadn’t been able to get it up very often for some reason, and Jerry was a pretty sexy man. She had always put him off because he was her boss, but she’d often fantasized about him while masturbating.
Finally she said she had to get home and started to leave, but Jerry said he had to go also, and followed her out. Well, at that point he didn’t have much trouble talking her into going to a motel, where they fucked for two hours.
When she left the motel she called Glen, saying that she’d had to work late and time had gotten away from her. Glen told her not to worry he had fed the kids and put them to bed, and was about to go to bed himself.
He was in bed when she got home, and she got undressed and got in beside him, trying not to wake him. She could feel Jerry’s semen oozing from her pussy, reminding her of how dumb she had been. Then Glen surprised her. It seemed he hadn’t been asleep at all, and now he got out of bed, turned on his bedside lamp and picked up her soiled panties, examining the sticky crotch. She was amazed to see that he became instantly erect when he put the panties to his nose.
He got quickly back into bed then, turning Amy onto her back and climbing on top of her. His cock was rock-hard, and she was still slick with Jerry’s come, so he penetrated her easily. He didn’t say a word he just screwed the hell out of her. He came quickly, but he didn’t go soft, and he fucked her again for another 20 minutes. He took her several more times during the night, and again in the morning.
Glen didn’t say a word about her panties, or the condition of her vagina. Over breakfast he reminded her that his mother would be keeping the girls overnight that night, as he and Amy were planning to attend a neighborhood party. However, he said his brother Jim had some kind of emergency at his house, and he had to go help him. He figured he and Jim would drink a lot, so he was planning to stay there overnight, and wouldn’t be able to make the party. But he said Amy should go alone, and told her to enjoy herself.
“Do you think he wants something to happen when he isn’t there with me?” Amy asked me. I told her I thought it was quite possible. Then she told me that Kyle, a handsome single man who lived down the street, often hit on her at these parties, and that Glen always asked her about it later. I said again that it sounded to me that Glen was definitely turned on by his wife’s infidelity, and wanted to make it easy for her to be unfaithful again.
I went to the party with Bud, my husband, and Amy showed up a few minutes later. All the guys did a double take when she came in she looked really hot in a tight black sheath that clung to her curves and exposed a good portion of her large breasts. With her big blue eyes and her alluring figure, she made a damned attractive package. Bud watched along with the other guys as she made her way around the room, greeting everyone. I nudged him and asked if he wanted some of that, and he surprised me by saying he damn sure wouldn’t turn it down.
Kyle was there too, fawning over Amy with the rest of them. He had been trying to jump me too ever since he’d hooked up with our little group, but I tend to steer away from single guys, because they seem to want more than a piece of ass, which is all I’m interested in, as my marriage is just fine, thanks.
Bud got to dance with Amy late in the evening, and when he danced with me right afterwards he had a pretty obvious hard-on. “Amy gave you a woody, honey,” I whispered to him. “If you want to do her it’s okay with me. You damn sure deserve some strange stuff, considering all the cock you’ve let me have over the years.” Bud didn’t say anything, but I saw the gleam in his eye.
After that I decided that if Bud was going to be busy, I might as well give Kyle his big break. So I latched onto him and surprised him by pressing myself tightly against him. I certainly took his mind off Amy when I rubbed the length of his surprisingly large cock while we danced. He pulled his head back to look at me as he asked what had brought that on. I told him it looked like my husband was trying to get next to Amy, so if the bull jumps the fence, why shouldn’t the heifer? I then told him that if he left then I would meet him at his car in a few minutes.
Kyle quickly said his good-byes and left. I found Bud and told him I would be spending the night with Kyle and would call him in the morning. I then gave Amy a hug and told her to enjoy herself. I said good night to our hosts and slipped out to join Kyle, who was waiting for me with his motor running.
I told him to drive carefully and not get pulled over, because I was planning to blow him so that he could last longer when we got to his place. I unzipped his pants and freed his cock, which was already oozing precome and throbbing with every beat of his heart. It was a beauty, close to eight inches long, quite thick and hard as stone. He was more than a mouthful for me but I’d been faced with bigger ones which had been no match for my oral skills.
I sucked him as deeply as I comfortably could, while working his shaft with both hands, and I was rewarded with a creamy treat in less than three minutes. I then sat up and kissed his neck and ears while I continued to stroke his half-hard cock. He moved a hand to my thigh, and I spread my legs eagerly as that hand slid higher, reaching the wet crotch of my panties. I felt a rush of heat between my legs as his fingers moved lightly over my silk-covered vulva. Then I felt his middle finger pressing the wet silky material between my slippery lips until he reached the swollen nubbin of my clit. I was very close to coming when we finally arrived at his house.
We shared a long passionate kiss before getting out of the car. My head was spinning as we walked to the door, but when we got inside I was met with a shock when I saw Glen, Amy’s husband, dozing in a chair. Before I had time to react, Kyle hurried me down a short hallway to his bedroom, where he pushed me against the dresser and locked his lips on mine. He worked quickly, and by the time our lips parted he had my dress unzipped, so that it dropped around my feet when he stepped back.
I pushed him away as he reached around to unhook my bra, saying, “Wait a minute! Wait! What the hell is Glen doing here?”
When Kyle saw he had no choice but to answer me, he confessed that Glen had asked him to seduce Amy and bring her there to consummate the seduction, while Glen hid in the closet and watched. He had evidently fallen asleep waiting, but it didn’t matter, as things had obviously not worked out the way they’d planned.
I was taken aback at first, but then I thought what the hell. I kicked off my heels and removed my bra, leaving myself naked but for my panties, garter belt and stockings. Kyle caught his breath and told me he couldn’t believe he had the most gorgeous woman in town standing half naked in his bedroom. He started to embrace me then, but I pushed him back again, telling him to get undressed while I used the bathroom.
I slipped out then, but instead of going to the bathroom I went into the living room, where Glen was still sleeping, and eased myself onto his lap, giving him the surprise of his life. He was speechless, but recovered quickly when I asked if he would like to join Kyle and me in the bedroom.
Kyle was just as surprised when I reentered the bedroom, leading Glen by the hand. He protested at first, saying he wasn’t accustomed to sharing a woman with another man. But when I asked him if he would rather have me with another man or not have me at all, he quickly changed his mind.
I turned to Glen, who was still fully dressed, and kissed him for the first time. A second later I felt Kyle’s nude body pressed against my back, his erection pulsing between my buttocks. Then four hands were exploring my breasts and probing into my soaking panties. It was impossible for me to tell whose hand was doing what, but I loved it all, and as they were doing it I helped Glen get naked too.
Although I’d often had sex with two or three men on the same night, I’d never been with two men at once, and I found myself really enjoying the sensation of two hot tongues, four hands and two solid erections, knowing I was about to be fucked by both. Together they removed my panties and then sat looking at my snatch before they each eased a hand slowly up one of my thighs to finger my slippery cunt.
Glen was the first to eat my pussy, and the first to make me come that evening. Then Kyle ate me out also, before thrusting his dick up my box and beginning to fuck me slowly. I had Glen’s cock in my hand as I met Kyle stroke for stroke, and I climaxed again when I felt his load burst inside my vagina.
Glen mounted me also as soon as Kyle had rolled off. He wasn’t as large as Kyle, but he had six thick inches that filled me nicely, and he knew how to use it to stimulate my clit. He was very excited, and filled my snatch with his cream before I could come again but Kyle was back on me and inside me in a heartbeat when he pulled away.
The two of them took turns again and again throughout the night, and at one point they had me straddle Kyle, taking him up my pussy, while Glen prepared to fuck my tight ass. I usually only let Bud fuck me there, but this was just too good a chance to pass up. To have two men fucking me at the same time was simply sensational, and I came over and over, until I actually passed out from sheer pleasure when they both unloaded inside me. Then we finally slept.
I was vaguely aware of someone screwing me several times during the night, but did not regain full consciousness until I awoke to the smell of coffee. I was alone in bed and needed to pee badly. I walked naked to the bathroom, where the come simply ran out of me as I sat on the toilet. A minute later Kyle walked in, also naked, and handed me a cup of coffee. Then Glen came in too, and before the coffee was gone they were both erect. We went quickly back to bed, where they each fucked me twice before I asked Glen to give me a lift back home.
Bud was still in bed when I got there. I didn’t have to ask if he’d fucked Amy there was a huge area of dampness in our bed, and the room reeked with the smell of sex. I ignored the dampness and snuggled next to Bud, who had showered and smelled like soap. I said, “I’m pretty messy, honey, would you like me to take a quick shower?”
He kissed me and said, “No, baby, you know I want you just the way you are. But I’m not sure I can get it up I fucked your friend four times last night and twice this morning. How many times did you get it, honey?”
I took hold of his cock and told him I wasn’t really sure, because there were two of them, and we’d fucked all night. Well, that got him hard all right, and a second later he had it deep in my tender pussy, asking me who they were and just what we’d done together.
We fucked for an hour, exchanging the dirty details of our adventures, and it really excited him when I told him I’d let them double-fuck me, with Glen in my ass. He then told me he had fucked Amy in the ass too, at her request. It seemed she really liked it that way, and she and Glen did it all the time.
Well, after that things were out in the open, and Bud and I started swapping with Glen and Amy a couple of times a month. I had a few more romps with Kyle too, but he didn’t have all that much appeal for me other than his eight-inch cock. Amy finally fucked him too, because Glen asked her to. It turned out she loved having his big dick up her ass, and Glen loved watching them, so everybody was happy.—Name and address withheld
My husband and I planned a monthlong tour of Italy, hop ing to go beyond the tourist sites and immerse ourselves in that great culture. Almost by accident we stumbled on a swing club located in a multimillion-dollar villa in the countryside. As guests of a local businessman and his wife, we got to explore a culture that expresses it self more freely than ours.
Before we arrived at the villa, Roy and I discussed what we might see and agreed that we planned to limit ourselves to observing some kinky behavior. We had nothing to lose and would go home with stories to tell our friends.
Roy and I are a fairly normal couple in our early 40s, both of us attractive, active and outgoing. Our bodies look much younger than most folks our age—we work hard to stay healthy. Our sex life has always been amazing. Maybe it’s gotten a bit routine, but that would be normal for any couple that’s been together for 20 years. Roy is a great lover who pampers me in and out of the bedroom. He’s a mast erful pussy-licker with an average cock. I reach orgasm most of the time we make love. I have large breasts that always get attention from men, a thin waist and large labia that expose my clit when I’m turned on. We have sex at least once a week.
As we entered the villa, we were greeted by its owners, a distinguished older gentleman and his beautiful wife outfitted in a stunning evening gown. Everyone was dressed in evening attire, and there were no signs of sex anywhere.
Roy and I found our way to the bar and each got a glass of wine. Our nerves were calmed by the friendly atmosphere. After about 90 min utes of food and wine, the DJ an nounced that all were to proceed to the adjacent villa on the property. As we entered, we were asked to remove our clothing and place it in a small locker. This came as a surprise, but the wine had kicked in, and I reminded myself I was in a different country.
Being nude in a room of 40 to 50 couples is an eye-opening experience. Some of the women stood out with their amazing bodies, and some of the men had impres sive cocks. I grew aroused from the sexual energy in the room. Couples started to kiss and fondle some split up and went to other areas of the house.
Roy and I walked down a hallway and stood at the doorway to a large room dimly lit with candles. The room was filled with couples in various stages of sex. Be side us at the door was a woman on her knees suck ing some man’s cock. She reached out and rubbed my clit and pussy! I had never been touched by another woman. Instantly my pussy felt warm and wet.
The woman took her mouth off the man’s cock and began sucking Roy’s. He closed his eyes, tilted his head back and moaned. I knelt and took over sucking the other man’s cock. Tast ing another man with my lov ing husband being pleasured right beside me sent me into a new dimension of arousal.
As more people entered the room, Roy and I became separated. A couple I didn’t know motioned me to sit beside them. My legs were spread, and a woman licked my pussy while her husband sucked on my breasts and neck. I reached over and rubbed the husband’s dick. I was on the verge of climax when she stopped she had a man behind her fucking her hard and fast, and I guess lost concentration on me.
I got up to look for Roy, and a hand grabbed mine. It was a young black man lying back on his elbow stroking the largest cock I’d ever seen. It glistened with some woman’s juices and stood at full attention. I knelt and stroked it with both hands. I couldn’t believe how rigid it felt! It must have been twice as long as my husband’s, and so thick that my hands didn’t fit around it. I stood up and placed it between my labia. Pleasure zipped through my body as I lowered myself on it.
I had no idea my pussy could produce the intensity of pleasure I was feeling. I rode the rod slowly up and down, each stroke pushing it in deeper. From behind, a pair of hands squeezed my breasts. The hands turned out to belong to Roy, who stepped to the side so I could stroke his dick while he watched me fuck the stranger. I picked up the pace, feeling my climax building. Now I was feeling the man’s balls against my ass, so I knew I had taken all of him inside me.
He grabbed my hips and squeezed me as he emptied his hot load in my cunt. Un able to control myself any longer, I exploded. It took me a few minutes to catch my breath and regain my composure. I remained on top of him, just processing the feeling of having such a big cock inside me. When I rolled off him onto my back, I watched Roy fucking a much younger woman doggie-style.
The rest of the night I was in such a state of arousal, I have no idea how many men and women I fucked. The sexual freedom Roy and I experienced that night reinvigorated our sex life. It was the most amazing expe rience of our lives.—G.S., Laramie, Wyoming
At the time of the erotic expe rience I want to share, I was 33 and married to my wonderful Jack for 11 years. We had two small children and were taking our first vacation alone in seven years—an eight-day getaway to Aruba.
Jack is a confident man without a jealous bone in his body. He allows me to be open sexually, and sharing our thoughts and fantasies leads to frequent and satisfying sex. He knew I often fantasized about sex what I doubt he knew is how often. If I see a handsome black man, I think about his cock and get wet just knowing I’m in proximity to that pleasure. When I masturbate, I always imagine a big black cock stretch ing my pussy.
Our first day it was warm, the ocean was turquoise, and we were totally relaxed. We decided to grab a tropical drink from the beach bar and lie in the sun. I had on a skimpy bikini I’d never wear back home, but I take care of my self and wanted to look sexy for my husband.
About 20 yards from the beach was a floating dock. We swam out to it to relax. We were the only ones on it, and nudity was accepted, so we took off our swimsuits. Lying nude in the sun, we fell asleep, to be awakened by two people climb ing the ladder to the dock.
My first reaction was to grab my suit, but it was too late, and I didn’t want to embarrass myself or make the newcomers feel uncomfortable. I was lying on my back, fully exposed, so I lifted my head and said hello to a beautiful nude woman climbing the stairs. She had a deep tan, long dark hair with light eyes and an incredible body—perfect breasts, slim waistline.
She responded to my hello in a French accent with a bright smile. Follow ing her was her husband, a black man with broad shoul ders and a handsome face. As he climbed up, I couldn’t help but notice the size of his cock, the biggest I had ever seen. He too said hello in a French accent.
The woman sat beside me and the man in front of me—the only options, given the size of the dock. We talked about where we were from and our children. Jack had perked up at the sight of this gorgeous woman. The Frenchman was sitting directly in front of me, legs crossed. Soft, his cock was thick as my wrist, say eight inches long. It made my heart beat faster and my private parts tingle.
They had appointments for massages, so they said good-bye and swam away. Jack turned to me and said, “Did you see the size of that guy’s dick?” I tried pretending it wasn’t making me drip.
As soon as we got back to our room, I asked Jack to lick my pussy, and came in under 30 seconds. Then I sucked his cock, and he came in my mouth. As I show ered and got ready for the evening, I couldn’t stop thinking about that cock, and didn’t stop tingling.
The evening’s event was a pajama party, so I wore a tight cotton tank that barely covered my ass. Jack looked stunning in a pair of box ers.
It was shocking at first see ing so many adults wear ing next to nothing, but we became comfortable as they let loose and had fun.
The French couple was at the bar, she wearing a silk tank with matching bottom and he wearing silk box ers. We ordered drinks and picked up our conversation from earlier. Later we danced, switching back and forth on the floor. Jack was all smiles dancing near the gorgeous Frenchwoman, and I was in heaven dancing with this man who made my pussy twitch each time I touched him. At times his cock touched my ass or leg, sending shocks all through me.
As the party wound down, we invited them back to our room for a drink. I hoped for a chance to explore my feel ings. Jack was full of energy and real touchy-feely with the woman. He kept looking at me for approval. I kept winking and smiling.
When we got to the room, the sexual energy exploded. It began with Jack fondling and kissing the woman. She took off her top and stroked his cock through his boxers. I approached my French man in his chair, got between his legs and rubbed his inner thighs and kissed his hard gut. My pussy was literally dripping with anticipation.
Hearing noises from the bed, I saw my husband’s face buried between long tan legs. My guy’s cock grew in his shorts as I kissed his belly and rubbed his legs and chest. Saying I was sexy, he held my head and kissed me—my first taste of another man in over 11 years.
After we kissed for a few minutes, he stood up and invited me to his cock. I pulled down his shorts and put my hand around it, not believing how heavy and thick it felt. I stared at it, marveling at the size of the veins and the color. I placed my tongue on the head and could only fit a portion in my mouth. I licked and stroked the shaft till it was hard. My pussy buzzed with pleasure.
He lifted me and turned me around to sit on the chair, then knelt and spread my thighs. Near us on the bed was Jack, lying on his back being fucked slowly. I wasn’t jealous—I thought that they looked sexy together! I felt warm lips and a hot tongue on my pussy the man clearly had experience with women. He knew just the amount of pressure and speed to drive me wild. I came so fast, he looked surprised.
I wanted his cock bad, and all but threw him on the chair. With my back to him, I moved in posi tion to sit on his cock, again shocked by its thickness. I put the head between my pussy lips and rubbed it back and forth over them. My head swam. As his cock rubbed against me—and I saw my hus band fucking another woman a fantasy I thought would never happen —my body endured shock waves of pleasure.
As I lowered myself onto his cock, my pussy strained to accommodate it. I soon felt a climax building, and felt parts of my body being stimulated that I never felt before. I quickly had that whole giant cock buried in me and began a rhythmic fucking motion. I never expe rienced that heightened a sense of pleasure.
My entire body was one erogenous zone. When he felt my breast or ass, shock waves raced through me. We melted together moaning, his cock buried in me. I marveled at the contrast of his black cock, shining with my juices, entering my white body. I wanted to get fucked for hours, but after just a few minutes I had an orgasm so intense, my head spun.
I bounced on his cock as my pussy kept pulsing. At last I collapsed on it, leaning back on his chest to catch my breath. He whispered that he want ed to come in my pussy and picked me up and put me in the chair. He knelt between my legs and en tered my pussy again. Still dizzy, I watched his cock, soaked with my come, go in and out of me. He tensed and picked up his pace.
As I neared climax, he thrust into me aggressively until, moaning, he pushed all the way in as his cock unloaded. He pulled out of me, kissed me on the neck, then walked over to his wife and kissed her. I just laid my head back, soaking up the moment, not believing my body could produce so much pleasure. Jack came and stood next to me and said he had never seen me so sexually charged.
In the three years since, I’ve thought about that night a million times. It enhanced our sex life and continues to bring us pleasure. My husband even bought an oversize black dildo for me to play with to reawaken my pussy. I hope my experience may make you better able to discuss your fantasies with your spouse, to make them come true someday.—P.N., Chattanooga, Tennessee
My wife and I have been swingers for a long time in a Southern town that doesn’t grasp the lifestyle. Occasion ally during lovemaking Clara and I will bring up people we know and talk about the fun we could have with them if we invited them into our circle. A few weeks ago one of our “what ifs” came true.
Maybe a week earlier, Ms. Aline, an administrative assistant at my company, came into my group’s office with a plate of sandwiches and cookies the others had ordered. She brought me some too, knowing I’d been on conference calls all day and thinking I might be hungry. She was right! I really appreciated the gesture.
That evening while Clara and I were lazing in bed, I mentioned what Ms. Aline had done. First thing out of her mouth was, “She wants you!” Now Ms. Aline, in addi tion to being a wonderful woman, always helping others and making sure everything in the office is taken care of, must be 20 years older than me. I didn’t see her getting it on with Clara and me. Still, it made for hot talk during that night’s sex—how much fun it could be pleasing an older woman and having her please us.
A few weeks later I was standing at Aline’s cubicle and remarked about needing to get away for the week end, to let my hair down figuratively, that is my hair is pretty short and sip those drinks with little umbrellas.
Without batting an eye, she said, “Me too. Let’s go.”
An opportunity! Without much thought, I said, “This weekend good for you?”
Once she was sure I was talking about Clara going as well, she said, “Why not?”
So now we had to make plans! We decided on that Fri day. We’d head out early from work down to one of the Gulf Coast casinos. On the appoint ed day, Aline left her car at work and went with me to my house to pick up Clara and get our stuff. Aline kept saying how happy she was we had included her in our plans.
At the house we loaded our things and headed out. A few hours down the road, the conversation somehow got to tattoos. Aline asked Clara if she had any. Instead of just saying yes, Clara turned sideways, raised her shirt and bra and showed Aline the butterfly on one breast and the bird of paradise on the other. Look ing in the mirror, I could tell that the tattoos weren’t just holding Aline’s attention, they’d hardened her nipples!
Clara held her shirt up for a while, till finally Aline said, “They’re very pretty.”
Jok ingly, I said to Aline, “So can we see yours?” I wasn’t sure she had a tattoo, and so was startled when she replied, “Oh, that’ll take a few drinks first.”
Wow! She’d not only admit ted she had a tattoo but sug gested we could see it after a few drinks! No problem, I thought as I drove—that can be arranged!
A few hours later, after more risqu talk, we arrived at the casino hotel. I went in to register. I had requested connecting rooms. The girl at the desk, looking at the computer, said, “You’d have saved money with a deluxe suite. You get a kitchen plus two bedrooms, two baths.”
“I’m all in favor of saving money,” I said, and she redid the reservation. Back at the truck, the girls both wanted to know their room number, and were puzzled when I told them the same number, until I explained. In the suite we set our things down and decided to go right to the casino. Once there, I quickly ordered us drinks, just thinking about seeing that tattoo!
We went our own ways—me to the black jack table, the girls to slots. After losing a few hands, I went to find them. I found Aline first, with a hand ful of dollars and an empty glass. I hailed a wait ress and ordered her a new drink. Though Aline started to object, I nodded to the waitress to go ahead. As she walked off, Aline said, “I’m already light-headed from the first one and not eating. Not sure I can do another.”
I’m not sure where my boldness came from, but I whispered in her ear, “Well, I want to see that tattoo.”
With a big grin on her slightly red face, she winked and said, “Well, okay!”
When the drink came, I went to find Clara. I ordered her another drink and report ed my chat with Aline. She smiled and said, “I told you she wants you!”
I went back to Aline and watched her pull the slot-machine arm. I noticed that between spins she held onto the handle and rubbed the knob at the top. Taking a chance, I said, “Watching what you’re doing to that handle is getting to me.”
She looked at her hand and, laughing, yanked it off. I put her hand back on the knob and said I was enjoying it, not to stop. After a few more minutes I said, “You know, I have a knob you can do that to, and it won’t cost you a dollar a pull.”
For a few minutes she wouldn’t look at me. I feared I’d gone too far, until she said, “What about Clara?”
I smiled and said, “Don’t worry, she can crank it when you need a break.” She made eye contact. I smiled and said, “It may be fun. You never know till you try.”
Just then Clara walked up, and we decided to have din ner. While Aline was in the powder room, I told Clara about our chat. After dinner I suggested we take a break from gambling and go up to our room. Aline said she was giv ing out anyway and might turn in. In the elevator, I asked the girls if they were up for a game. They asked what kind. I said it was a surprise, but they would like it.
In the room, I told Aline to go ahead and do what she needed to while I set up the game. When Clara saw me tearing little pieces of paper, she knew what I had in mind, because we had played this before. I made four piles of scraps in front of where each of us would sit. On the scraps in one pile I wrote our names on the next pile, various lengths of time on the next pile, various body parts and on the last pile, various actions. When Aline came back, I explained that we would take turns pulling a scrap from each pile, then doing what they said. Aline had just enough to drink that she said the game sounded interesting.
Clara went first. Actually, we had her piles rigged so she pulled my name, then “5 minutes,” “cock” and finally “stroke.” Aline’s face revealed that she grasped the game, and she didn’t run and hide. She watched intently as Clara had me drop my pants, then low ered my underwear and took my rising cock in hand and stroked it. Looking at Aline taking it all in, I knew we would see that tattoo!
After the five minutes, I was fully hard and just left my clothes off. I sat back down, pointed to Aline and said it was her turn. Her cup wasn’t rigged. She pulled “clara,” “2 minutes,” “tits” and “fondle.”
When she said, “I’ve never been with a woman,” Clara eased the ten sion by getting up, removing her shirt and bra, walking over to her and plac ing her hands on her tit. Aline took it from there, and soon had Clara moaning, with her head back, rubbing her cov ered pussy on Aline’s leg while Aline tweaked and rolled her tit. It was more like four minutes than two when Aline finally stopped and said to me, “I think it’s your turn.”
I drew “aline,” “5 minutes,” “pussy” and “lick.” Aline immediately cried foul, but I honestly hadn’t rigged it. It truly just happened.
I got up and walked Aline over to the couch. While I un dressed her, she looked at Clara and said, “I can’t believe we’re doing this.”
Clara said, “Don’t worry, he’s good at this. You’ll like it.” Once Aline was naked, we saw the tattoo: a flower near her pubic area. It was small, yellow, unobtrusive.
I had Aline lay down on the couch, and as I took my place between her legs, she opened them for me. A few seconds later I was laying inches from her pussy, about to touch it with my tongue. She jerked as the tip touched her clit, but soon her apprehension gave way to moans. When Clara called time, she was on the verge of coming. She let out a whimper as I pulled my mouth off her and helped her up to her feet.
We returned to the table. Clara drew “aline,” “5 minutes,” “tongue” and “insert.”
With a rules clarification—that the tongue could go any where—she took Aline back to the couch and sat by her. Soon they were locked in a tongue-filled kiss. Quickly, their hands were exploring each other. Again they went well over five minutes. Final ly I stopped them, saying it was Aline’s turn.
She pulled “p.j.,” “5 min utes,” “cock” and “fuck” —again pure luck of the draw!
Bells went off in my head. Clara cooed and said, “That sounds like fun.” Aline just stared at the slips of paper. I asked Clara if everything was okay. Aline said to her, “Are you okay with this?” Clara winked and said, “I can’t wait to watch.”
Aline and I stood up, and she led me to the couch. This time I laid on it, hard cock sticking straight up. She threw a leg over me and straddled me, then took my cock in her hand and rubbed the tip back and forth over her cunt, wetting it with her juices. Soon she was working it inside her, eyes closed, moaning as she inched down on it.
I thought she would take all of the five minutes just getting it in, but suddenly she dropped all at once, squealing as it reached all the way in her. After sitting on it for a few seconds, she started to bounce slowly on it. Soon she was stroking it with her well-lubricated and experienced pussy. I looked over and saw Clara leaning back in her chair fingering herself as she watched.
Aline panted, “I don’t think I can stop at five minutes.”
Clara said, “I think you can go as long as you like.”
Aline rode me awhile longer, until I asked, “Are you ready to get fucked?”
She opened her eyes, looked down at me and said, “Oh yes, I’m ready.”
I had her lay on the couch and had my cock inches from her pussy when Clara walked up, reached for my cock and kissed me. I felt her hand wrapping around my cock. I let her stroke it a few times before I leaned in, and she held it in line to slide in Aline’s pussy.
Soon I was buried balls-deep and was grinding my hips to hers. Clara turned her attention to Aline, leaning down and sucking on her nipples, which were like little bullets. I held Aline’s ankles high and wide, giving me full access. She moaned and groaned, telling us how great it all felt.
Soon Aline’s body was tightening, and we knew she was near coming. I fucked her faster and faster until she was begging me to not stop. I fucked her through her climax on the way to mine. She convulsed, tensed and quiv ered. Once she finished, I slowed a little. When I felt Clara’s hand reach back to fondle my balls, I knew I wouldn’t hold out long.
Aline said, “He can come inside me,” and Clara winked at her and said, “Good. Then I get to lick you clean.” That was all I needed. My cock exploded in her pussy. Soon sucking sounds were coming from her as I slid in and out. When I finally withdrew my cock, just as it was leaving, Clara’s tongue was arriv ing. I fell back to the other end of the couch, watching her lick Aline to an other orgasm, kissing and pulling on her clit with her teeth.
When they finished, my cock was hard again, and Clara needed it. She sat up and reached behind her, her hand going right to my cock. With a few tugs, she was hovering over Aline’s face, leaning on the end of the couch. As Aline licked my wife, I straddled Aline and slid my cock in my wife, fucking her slowly from the rear. Soon her moaning told me I was hitting the spot. Her pussy was on fire. I felt Aline’s tongue licking her, then me. With more ball-playing, my second load was soon churning.
I pulled out of Clara before I blew, but Aline grabbed my cock and stuffed it in her mouth. She gurgled as my load entered her throat, but when I tried to pull back, she pulled me in deeper! After she sucked me dry, we all collapsed on the couch.
Aline said she needed to clean up, and headed for the shower. Clara said she was going to soak in the tub.
I said, “Guess I should go make sure Aline’s okay.”
Clara kissed me and whispered, “Do that. Then make sure I’m okay.”
I slipped into the shower behind Aline. She was under the water and was startled when my hands found her breasts. From behind, I mas saged them with soap, and soon she was pressing her ass to my cock. This play went on for some time, ending in a passionate kiss. But Aline said, “Much as I’d love to go again, I don’t think I could handle it.”
I kissed her and said I understood. She whispered, “There’s always tomorrow.” I left her standing with water cascad ing down her front.
When I got to the bathroom on our side of the suite, Clara was soaking in the tub. Seeing my cock hard, she said, “Aw, Aline didn’t take care of that?”
I smiled and explained that she wanted to get to bed. Clara beckoned me to the side of the tub, then took my cock in her mouth. She sucked all down it and back up. It made a popping noise as it left her mouth. She paused and said, “Mmm, you taste like Aline.” She slid my cock deep in her mouth and slowly back out.
Soon her hand was in on the action, and my hips were rocking back and forth, fuck ing her mouth as I held her head. Eventually I unloaded a third time—in her mouth. She swallowed every drop. After I regained my composure and use of my knees, I showered and headed for the bed. Joined soon by Clara, we fell asleep fast and slept soundly until I awoke in the morning, alone in bed, to the smell of bacon frying.—P.J.R., Albany, Georgia
P.J.’s story doesn’t end here. That’s just Friday! When the ladies head out on the town Saturday night, Clara whispers, “Don’t be surprised if I come back with some company for the evening,” and she does! The letter continues next month in where else? the Wives Gone Wild section.—The Editors
I used to suggest to my wife that she let me watch her make love to another guy. Since I was the only guy she’d been with, I’d say she should try someone else. Although she always said I was the only man she wanted, every time we had this conversation we had a wild fuck session afterward.
Tina is a good-looking woman—40 now, but looks much younger. Though not model material, she gets men to look at her, and if she knows a guy, she can be quite the flirt. She dresses fairly conservative, but since I buy most of her clothes, I make sure her office skirts are short, well above the knee, and her blouses are either button or tank tops that show cleavage.
We’re avid campers and get out with our camper as much as possible during the short northern season. Tina goes directly from work, in those short skirts, so I get to play with her legs and pussy while we drive, even with the kids in back. I’ve heard truckers comment on “the lady in the pickup with the great legs.” By the time we get to the campground, her panties are usually wet from my rubbing. I like her to register us, because I like how people look when a hot babe in a short skirt and heels walks in the office.
My story starts a number of years ago. We were parking next to another family at a campground, and our neighbor stood by the road watching as Tina got out to help direct me. I knew he’d get a great leg shot, as her skirt was almost at her waist when she got out.
When we got parked and set up, I noticed the guy still looking over. As I was drinking a beer and Tina brought the food out to the grill, he came over and introduced himself. Tina offered Albert a beer, and as she bent over the cooler to get it, he got a view of her thighs up to her white lace panties. He just stood staring while I enjoyed the show. I figured she didn’t even realize!
After dinner Albert came back with his wife Ron nie. Tina was now in her nor mal camping outfit of shorts and T-shirt with no bra—my one camping request. I really like the look of her firm tits with nipples poking at her shirt. I pinch them whenever I can to keep them hard, though they usually are anyway. Though they were older than us, Ronnie looked hot in tight shorts and top, with the look that gives a guy the idea she might be easy. She wasn’t as big-titted as Tina, but her tits looked nice and firm.
We had such a pleasant weekend together that we arranged to do it again, and we became that much more comfortable with Albert and Ronnie. I noticed he was especially attentive to Tina when she was in one of the really skimpy bikinis she’s fond of. As we got together more, I saw just how attentive he could be, and then how horny she was the week after we got home!
Occasionally I’d catch Albert groping Tina, but she seemed fine with it, and I certainly was. Once we had a plumbing emergency and we all wound up in the john. While I was trying to get the toilet to stop running, I happened to look up and saw Albert’s hand inside Tina’s T-shirt, playing with her nipples. She leaned against his chest as his fingers worked.
My cock jumped at the sight. In fact, I took extra time locating the problem, then took my time fixing it, so I could watch him work her nipples and firm tits. My cock never got soft.
That evening while Tina was finishing up the dishes, I came up behind her and reached under her shirt to caress her tits. I asked, “Is this how it felt with Albert?”
She froze, then asked if I was mad. I pushed my hard cock against her firm ass, and she turned to face me. While we kissed, swap ping tongues, I put my hand in the front of her loose sweats and panties. Her panties were soaked. She asked me to take them off for her, and I licked her right there in the kitchen.
As we spent more time with Albert and Ronnie, he became less inhibited about engaging in foreplay with my wife. I guess he knew it was okay with me. But when I tried to cop a feel of Ronnie, she’d make some remark about “not like this.” Tina finally got her to go braless so I got to see her tits. Nice!
Nothing more happened that summer, but the next spring it all started back up again. Now Albert wasn’t shy about playing with Tina he did it every chance he got. Ronnie was getting easier to play with as well.
We decided to get togeth er without any kids or other friends around. For the two weeks before, Ronnie and Tina talked constantly, and Tina was always hot. I used her toys on her as well as fucking her every day. She got out her dildos named after Albert and myself and every morning after I left for work used them on herself.
The weekend finally arrived—a rainy Friday night. Tina was wearing a sports bra she’d bought that you could see through, with the shortest skirt she owned. She brought a towel to the truck and put it on the seat under her. Once we hit the interstate she pulled her skirt up to reveal her panty less pussy. She was so hot that she got out her biggest vibrator, which she’d packed, and managed to bring herself off before we got to the campground.
When we arrived, Albert came out in the rain to help us park. Then he came to the passenger door with an umbrella to help Tina to the camper. When he opened the door, he enjoyed the view of her thighs and made a remark about her long legs. When she swung them around to get out, he casually ran his hand up her thighs to her open cunt. He had a couple fingers in as Tina moaned, “Not now.”
Ronnie had agreed to pre pare dinner, since we knew they would arrive first. I was happy to see that she had also dressed hot, in a sweat er dress that looked two sizes too small. I found out she’d borrowed it from her daughter-in-law. At dinner, with Albert and Ronnie sitting on one side of the booth in our camper and Tina and me on the other, we did as much making out as we could. After dinner Tina and I cleared the table. Then I went to the cooler for a supply of beer and wine coolers. Back at the table, Tina had her legs spread, with Albert fingering her pussy. Ronnie had moved around enough so her pussy was visible. Where my fingers touched her soft hair, she was soaking wet!
Albert suggested that we move to the living room. We all sat on the couch, with Ronnie on my right and Tina between Albert and myself. I kissed Tina passionately. Then she turned to Albert and sucked in his tongue.
Awhile later Tina asked Ronnie if she was ready to do their fashion show. Ronnie said she wasn’t going out in the rain to get her clothes, but Tina should go ahead.
Tina went in the bedroom and came out in a sheer black nightgown. You could see all her beauty through the thin material. Albert tried to reach for her, but she exe cuted a couple of turns and waited for us to applaud.
Next she came out in a totally sheer long red gown that tied below the bust and flowed open. She had no panties on, so her pussy was visible. We applauded, and she took her seat, with the gown wide open and her legs spread slightly. I moved a hand between her legs and easily slid two fingers in her wet hole Albert slid two more in! Tina mouthed “I love you” at me. I kissed her.
She moved off the couch, then opened Albert’s pants and took his erection in her soft lips. When she stood up again, she smiled at me.
We opened the couch into a queen-size bed, and I helped Ronnie undress, while Albert took Tina to the bedroom the bed was visible to me as long as the door wasn’t closed.
I sucked on Ronnie’s firm, small-nippled tits, sucking my way to the soft curls covering her wet hole. She told me she didn’t like to be eaten a first for me! but slid down and sucked my cock for a while. I kept watching the bedroom, where Tina and Albert were pounding away, changing positions.
I got on top of Ronnie and eased my erection in. She had a soft pussy and knew how to milk a cock. She said to fuck her harder and faster. After ten minutes of fucking while watching my wife get pounded, I shot my load in Ronnie, then watched Tina get on her hands and knees, her favorite position. Albert soon unloaded in her.
The rain had stopped, so we got dressed and went for a late walk. I told Albert that I would leave our camper open, and if he liked he could join us in the morn ing. Ronnie is a late sleeper.
I had my head between Tina’s legs, licking her cunt, when he arrived. He sat on the bed and started playing with her tits. She reached for his cock, and I lifted my head to tell him to get naked and join us. He stuffed two fingers in her box and said she felt hot enough to fuck.
Tina opened his pants and pulled out eight inches of stiff cock. She took it in her mouth. I moved up and shoved my cock in her cunt. It was a thrill to watch her suck him while I fucked her.
I came quick and rolled over, giving Albert room to mount Tina. He turned her over on hands and knees to fuck her doggie-style. I got in front of her so she could suck my cock, but he was hammering her so hard, she couldn’t keep her head on it. I played with her tits as he fucked her. When he came, she collapsed on the bed.
She passed out for a cou ple of hours before getting her shower and dressing. A short time later Albert and Ronnie got an emergency call and had to go home, so that ended that weekend.
Tina told me later that she wanted to get a chance to fuck Albert’s big cock again, so we did get together after that. But that’s a whole other story!—M.F., Flint, Michigan
My wife and I are your average late-30s couple except we don’t have children not by design and we’re swingers. We love to experiment sexually. Roz is still very attractive—five feet eight, with medium-length hair and a great shape. I’m a six-five redhead. We both work out.
We were trying out a new restaurant, which we found so packed, you could barely get into the bar. The guy next to us knocked over his beer, then apologized and offered to buy us a round. He introduced himself as Barry and his wife as Fran. Barry was about five-ten Fran a petite Asian woman, about five feet. Both had a great sense of humor and were easy to talk to. When a table for four came open, we asked them to join us.
During dinner Barry said he was in real estate and Fran was office manager for an importing firm. I said to her that that sounded interesting. She said it was, but rather cutthroat at times.
Barry laughed and said, “My wife is underestimating herself. In her office she’s known as the tiger.”
Roz said, “No way this tiny woman can be a tiger.”
Fran, smiling, said, “Oh, it’s true. When I want something, nothing will stop me.”
Barry said, “Don’t let her size fool you. She can bring anyone to their knees.”
The booze was going down smooth. Roz suggested we go back to our place for more drinks. Once there, Barry and I drank scotch as we watched a fight on TV the women drank wine in the living room. After the fight, as we entered the living room, Fran said, “You do what?”
Roz said, “We’re swingers. We enjoy having sex with other people. It’s not cheating because the partner’s in the next room having sex. It’s a way to release stress. It’s a great feeling, having another man’s dick in me. We love each other, but it’s a way to spice up our marriage.”
Fran laughed, then said, “You’ve met two square pegs in Barry and me. I’m a 30-something woman who’s never seen a man’s dick be sides Bar ry’s, and I haven’t seen his for two years, at least not hard. He’s had, uh, problems. We tried pills, role-playing and all, but nothing worked. A year ago we just stopped trying and buried ourselves in work.”
Roz, her face expres sing disbelief, walked over and gave Fran a hug. Fran wiped a tear away. “It’s not so bad,” she said. “I don’t miss it.”
You knew that was a lie.
I felt bad for Barry. No guy wants to have his erection problems discussed with strangers. Roz said, “I’ve heard in some cases a man can be aroused if something out of the ordinary happens. It gets him going.” She said to Fran, “Are you guys desperate enough to try something? If you start, you can’t turn back. Or ask any questions.”
Fran looked at Barry and said, “I’m desperate enough and horny enough to try anything,” and he agreed.
Roz took Fran’s hand and walked over to Barry. Roz took off Barry’s shirt, then his other clothing, leaving him standing naked, soft as can be. “Okay, Fran,” Roz said, “take off your clothes, and I’ll take off mine.” Within a minute Barry had a pair of women in front of him naked. Still no sign of life.
Roz told Fran to sit on the couch, then took Barry’s soft cock in hand and led him to the other couch. She had him sit, then sat on his lap and rubbed his balls. I took off my shirt and walked over to Fran. Roz told her to finish undressing me. Fran undid my jeans and lowered them. As I stepped out of them, my rising cock popped through my boxers. I removed the shorts. I was fully aroused.
Without Roz saying a word, Fran kissed my cock. She placed her tongue on the bottom and tongued her way to the top. Then she lowered her head and took my cock in her mouth. Her head went slowly up and down. Suddenly, as if a switch went off, her head was go ing up and down at incred ible speed, but her lips kept a strong grip on my cock. She placed her hand at the base of my cock and went even faster.
I never had a woman play with my cock with such vigor and tenacity. Watching her, it took all my self-control not to blow. I saw an image of her as a tiger with her prey in her mouth. I tried to slow her down but couldn’t. And this bit of a thing was taking down every inch.
I had to do something! I dropped to my knees and fell back on the floor, but all that time she never slowed down! She was pounding my cock like nobody ever had.
Suddenly I heard Roz say , “Barry and I are going to the bedroom.” I looked over, and she had his cock in her hand. There’s nothing more stimulating for a man than watching his wife suck a guy’s cock. My buildup was out of control, and I came.
Fran smiled and let out a roar. “This tiger gets what she wants,” she said as she wiped me up with my shirt.
From the other room I heard sounds of pleasure from Barry and Roz. I figured his problem was solved!
I looked at Fran and could only think, this tiger needs to be tamed. I let her up on the couch, spread her legs and kissed the insides, up to the very small amount of hair around her pussy, then stuck my tongue in her and stroked it in and out. She positioned her legs around my neck such that I couldn’t move. I worked on her clit, and she started to moan.
She was giving off plenty of moisture. Then she began to shake. When her legs tight ened round my neck, I knew she was coming. By the time she removed her legs, with a grin, I was hard again, and determined to tame the tiger. I flipped her over—face on the couch, ass in the air, and slid in her moist pussy.
She turned her head to me and said, “Let’s see what ya got,” and with my hips positioned behind her, I pounded her as fast as I could. With each stroke her moans got louder. She balled her hands into fists and pounded them on the couch. She began shak ing again, and came harder than before.
She turned to me again and grinned. I moved back and laid on the floor. She laid next to me and purred like a kitten. Just as I was thinking I’d tamed this tiger, she said, “That all ya got?”
She took my cock back in her mouth and soon had herself positioned on top of me with my cock inside her. Then she was riding up and down on me. I couldn’t hold out any longer. As I came, she gave another roar and collapsed onto me. I came hard, my cock pulsing in her like never before.
For a good five minutes I couldn’t move. Fran’s warm body was against mine, a big smile on her face. When I could move, I picked her up and headed for the bedroom. There we found my wife on all fours with Barry shoving his hard cock in and out of her ass. This is her favorite position, on all fours taking it up the ass. Fran and I just watched. Finally he gave a grunt as he shot his load on her ass. They collapsed on the bed.
Roz turned to Fran and said, “Problem solved. He came three times.”
The next day we were supposed to meet them for lunch. In the morning the phone rang Roz answered it. She talked awhile, then said, “That’s fine.”
She said, “Fran and Barry will not be meeting us for lunch. They spent the whole night screwing, and Fran says she can’t budge and Barry can’t move a muscle.
Roz and I just laughed.—L.H., Pasadena, California
Rachel and I were drawn to each other in college, since we were both rather shy and had been raised with strict religious principles. She wore thick glasses and thick er clothing and did nothing to enhance her appearance. We were both virgins, and though we became close friends over the years, nothing romantic happened until our last night on campus.
I had taken a job out of state, and Rachel was staying to work toward her master’s. We were both sad at losing our best friend, and I’d sprung for a cheap bottle of champagne. It didn’t take much to get us giggling and acting crazy. I don’t know whose idea it was, but at one point we played strip poker. When I saw her naked, it was a revelation. Her body was small but curvy, maybe 32-22-34, with a really cute ass.
We end ed up having sex, and after graduation we got together on weekends and whenever we could to have sex. It was good, though Rachel had trouble reaching orgasm. I did all I could, like going online for all the information I could find. I learned manual and oral stimulation, and gradually she was able to come most of the time, but only once. It was fine, she said, but it still bothered me that I couldn’t give her multiple orgasms.
A year later we got married, and did well enough to buy a nice house, a boat and two cars, but not being able to give my wife multiple orgasms preyed on me. A coworker told Rachel about a website that claimed to help women become more orgasmic. It didn’t help. I sug gested we visit a swingers’ club to watch, may be learn some things. We got home horny as hell, but one climax was still it for her.
We had looked at online per sonal ads when we were looking into swingers’ clubs, and one inter ested me. The couple owned an organic vegetable farm and boarded horses. The ad said they were both highly multiorgasmic. I told Rachel I wanted to learn their secret.
We discussed the idea of actually swinging. Rachel said she always felt bad she couldn’t have multiples, as it bothered me so much. If do ing it with other people could change that, she said, she was willing to give it a try.
We e-mailed the couple and got a reply the next day. We corresponded for a week and sent pictures. The man, Cliff, was tall and deep ly tanned, like a cowboy. The woman, Dana, had an Asian look. We learned later that she was half Chinese.
They lived 150 miles away. We set up a meeting, on a Friday, at a restaurant near their home. We hit it off. They were both in their 30s, both well-educated and personable. When they invited us to come to their farm after dinner, we accepted.
They had an impressive spread, with a big house with a hot tub. As we settled down in the living room, Cliff brought out a bottle of good champagne. This brought back memories of what had happened with Rachel and me that night, and I ended up telling the story, to her em bar rassment. Cliff laughed and suggested we play strip poker! The first two people naked would have to put on a show for the other two. To my surprise, Rachel on her second glass of champagne said it sounded like fun.
Dana and I were the first to lose everything. Cliff still had his boxers Rachel was down to bra and panties.
They had a monster sofa that folded out into a king-size bed. Cliff and I set it up while Dana got sheets and towels. While Rachel and Cliff sat on a love seat, Dana and I did some serious kissing. Her tongue was magic, her lips lush. I was hard before I touched her breasts.
After a minute Dana took hold of my rod and asked if I like oral sex. I said hell yes. She positioned us in a 69 and with me tonguing her pussy came in a couple of minutes. A minute later I shot in her mouth. She swallowed my entire load.
Now it was Rachel’s and Cliff’s turn. She had be gun another glass of champagne, and when he kissed her, she responded passionately, moaning into his mouth. By the time they broke, he had his fingers in her panties. As he slid them off, she looked over at me. I winked.
Cliff took off her bra while kissing down to her breasts. While tonguing her nipples, he rubbed her pussy, making her squirm wildly. She was dripping wet. He put a pillow under her hips and went down on her, tonguing in and out. Her body jumped and twitched, as it does when she nears climax.
Cliff slid a finger in, then eased it in and out. Rachel cried out and thrust upward. He added another finger, which made her squeal and moan. He shoved the fingers in and held them there, but I saw his hand moving, like he was working his fingers in her. I learned later he was rubbing her G-spot. After a moment Rachel gave a full-throated yell and exploded as violently as I ever saw. Her body arched off the bed, the lower half buck ing hard against Cliff’s fingers. Her eyes were shut, and her climax seemed to go on for minutes.
She was still moaning as he removed his fingers and went down on her, dragging his tongue from the bottom of her pussy up over her clit. As he did this he removed his shorts, and I saw that he was fully erect—the largest cock I’d ever seen, curving up toward his stomach. It was so big, I worried about Rachel. Dana saw my concern, and whispered that Cliff is the gentlest man and most considerate lover she ever had. She began kissing me again, but I kept an eye on Rachel. She’d nearly passed out from her monster climax, and still hadn’t opened her eyes.
Cliff knelt between her legs and spread them, and then rubbed his dickhead over her slit. Rachel stirred and moaned again, still hot. He rubbed his dick around her clit, and her stomach twitched. Her hips pushed up unmistakably. Her hands went to her breasts, and she played with them, pulling at the nipples, something I had never seen her do.
When Cliff began pushing his dickhead in Rachel, she yelped. Opening her eyes, she raised her head to look down at him. “Ohmy god!” she cried, and gave another cry when he had a few inches in. He paused. I saw her cunt lips stretched tight around his dick. It was thick as well as long. I didn’t think she could take more.
Cliff didn’t try. He pulled out and went back down on Rachel, licking her clit while again putting two fingers in her and manipulating her G-spot. She came almost instantly, and hard. He moved up again and pushed the same few inches in, or maybe a bit more. She was moaning, but didn’t ask him to stop. He did, though. He pulled back a little, then slowly pushed back in, gain ing another inch or two.
I was sure Rachel had reached her limit, but Cliff rocked back and forth, his dick coming out and sliding back in, farther each time. He reached down and put his thumb to her clit and rotated it. She groaned, her body straining upward. She was moaning steadily, her hips rising and falling to his thrusts. Then she was shaking, and then coming again.
Afterward she seemed drained. When she could speak, she asked Cliff to pull out and let her rest. He did as she asked.
After resting for a couple of minutes, Rachel reached for Cliff’s dick and tried to give him oral sex but could not get much in her small mouth. So she licked down his shaft. When she got to his balls, he grabbed himself and began jerking off. She pushed his hands away and stroked him herself, with her mouth over his dick head, till he came with such force, he nearly blew her head off. She swal lowed all she could half wound up on her face.
Dana helped Rachel to the bathroom to clean up. I had a raging hard-on. When they returned, Dana laid me on the bed, went down on me for a minute or two, then got on top. Given the size of her husband’s cock, I worried she’d hardly feel my normal-size one. I was surprised to find she was just as tight as Rachel. Later I learned she does exercises to tighten her pussy. It actually squeezed my dick as she rode me up and down, coming before I blew my load up in her.
Rachel, recovered, was determined to satisfy Cliff. She had him lie on his back and tried again to go down on him, scratching his balls lightly with one hand and massaging his dick with the other while sucking the head. After a few minutes he was hard again. She got on top of him, and after she was unable to stuff him in her, he removed her hands, grabbed his dick, spread her pussy lips with his fingers and guided her down.
With about two-thirds of it in her, she began moving up and down while he played with her clit and a breast. When he realized she was about to come again, he put his hands on her hips, and just as she began another body-shaking orgasm, he pushed down on her hips until he was buried in her. Screaming, she rubbed her clit up and down his belly as she continued to come. It went on about five minutes, until she collapsed on top of him, panting and saying “thank you” over and over.
Cliff, still hard, rolled Rachel over on her back, his dick still deep in her pussy. She moaned as he fucked her slowly and steadily, pulling nearly all the way out and pushing back in. At the end of each thrust he would pause, and I saw his ass cheeks clench. He kept this up until Rachel, unbelievably, screamed out her biggest climax yet. After that he sped up his strokes and emptied himself in her.
My dick was hard again. Dana and I got on the bed and did it doggie-style right next to her husband and my wife. Rachel asked Cliff if he could do that to her, and he said he could if she helped him get hard again. With his dick soft, she was able to get most of it in her mouth. Again she stroked his staff and balls while she sucked him, and in five minutes he was stiff as a board.
Rachel got on her hands and knees, with Cliff crouch ing behind her. She pushed back at him as he entered her, and though it went slow, he got all the way in without much fuss. She was moan ing right away, and once he got going, it seemed like she came every few minutes. I was still doing it with Dana we came just before Cliff blasted my wife a last time.
We were so exhausted, we all fell asleep. An hour later Rachel woke me up and said we should go. Cliff and Dana were still sleeping, so we left a note thanking them and saying we’d call them. But we never did.
On the way home Rachel said she had a great time and thanked me for giving her the opportunity, but she didn’t want to swap again. Cliff’s cock was a marvel but had been too much for her. My cock was what she want ed, and I was the man she loved—she didn’t care how many orgasms she had.
I thanked her and said that was fine, but I was worried. After Cliff, could she really enjoy having sex with me? It was about a week before I learned the answer. It took Rachel several days to feel normal again then I did not want to press.
The next Friday night I was awakened by the sensa tion of her mouth on my dick. All we did that weekend was eat, drink, sleep and make love. Rachel was lustier than ever, and definitely multiorgasmic. There seemed to be no limit to her passion.
She admitted that Cliff had opened the floodgates for her, but said I was the one who kept the waters flowing. And what heavenly waters they were! Moral: Bigger may be better once, but not necessarily forever.—K.F., Indianapolis, Indiana
I’m 40 years old and still single. I’ve had a few dates in recent years, but not much sex. Most of my friends are married and have kids. I thought about doing that, but twins run in my family, and two babies are a lot of work.
Bob and Alice, a married couple that I am friendly with, are into swinging, and one day about a year ago they asked me if I would be interested in going to a swingers’ club with them. It seems that this club needed to recruit more people, so they started letting in singles on certain nights. This was one of the nights.
I met Bob and Alice at the club. Bob is tall and skinny, and Alice is a hot redhead with really nice boobs. But after about an hour Alice said that she was feeling ill and they had to go home. I told them I would leave with them, but Alice said, “No, stay a while, you might get lucky.”
I wandered around a bit and found a room with a bunch of mattresses on the floor, where several couples were going at it. I started to get hard from watching some of the couples have sex. Across the room I saw a blonde woman about my age, sitting on a bed, wearing a black satin corset with garters, black stockings and black satin panties. Her nipples were hard and sticking out of the top of the corset. She looked hot, and my cock got even harder as I looked at her. Finally she looked over at me, stared at the obvious bulge in my pants and motioned for me to come over.
I went over and started chatting with her. She told me her name was Jean, and that she was at the club with her husband, Luke. I asked her where her husband was, and she said, “Oh, he’s over there screwing that 21-year-old slut in the rubber outfit.”
I asked her if she was okay with that, and she shrugged. “At least he’s wearing a rubber,” she said. “The bastard always wears a rubber, even with me. That’s why we don’t have kids.” Then, without warning, she reached out and felt my bulging crotch, saying, “Nice equipment you have.”
When she said that I got even hornier. I started to kiss her, and our tongues met. Then she said, “Let’s go somewhere private.”
We found a room with a bed in it and I got undressed. Jean took off her satin panties and pulled out her tits so they were hanging over the black corset. Her pubic hair was trimmed in a heart shape, and her nipples were large and hard. I kissed her again and I felt her large boobs. She grabbed my cock and I fingered her oozing pussy. She was wet and ready, and after a couple of minutes she had an orgasm. She then turned around and started sucking my cock. As soon as I was ready to come, she stopped and lay down on the bed, spreading her legs. “I can wear a rubber if you want me to,” I said.
“No,” she panted. “No. Just put your hard cock inside me now.”
I pushed my cock all the way into her and she let out a moan. “Oh, yes!” she whimpered. I started pumping my cock in and out of her, and I did that for about 20 minutes as I sucked her large pink nipples. After a while I felt her pussy clamping around my dick. I knew she was coming again, and I was ready to come too, so I started to pull out. But Jean wrapped her legs tightly around me and said, “It’s okay. Give it to me!” I felt my come flowing uncontrollably, and I shot several gobs of sperm deep inside her womb.
Jean gave me a long French kiss as I pulled out of her. I saw some of my come drip back out of her pussy, but not much. I figured most of it had gone pretty deep. “Maybe I’ll see you here again sometime,” I said.
“Well, maybe you will,” she said, and winked at me.
I was pretty tired after that, so I headed home. I went back to that club a couple more times, and once or twice I saw Jean in the bar area, but each time I tried to talk to her she walked away.
Some time later I was in a restaurant one day, and I saw Jean there with a bunch of other women. They seemed to be having a baby shower. I snuck up behind Jean to surprise her, putting my hands over her eyes and saying, “Hi, stranger!” I didn’t even realize who the baby shower was for, until I saw that Jean was very obviously pregnant. Then I saw that a couple of the party decorations said “Twins!” Then I knew the whole truth.
“Did I get you pregnant?” I whispered to Jean, and she nodded.
I thought she was pissed at me, but a little later she came up to me and gave me her address, saying, “Come by later, my husband is out of town.” I told her I definitely would.
When I got to Jean’s house she came to the door in a pink nightie, her belly really swollen from being eight months pregnant with twins. Her boobs were even larger, and her large nipples were dark brown and dripping milk onto her nightie. As soon as I got inside she grabbed my crotch and said, “I missed your hard cock inside me. Let’s go upstairs.”
I followed her upstairs and we got undressed. I got on the bed with her and sucked the milk out of her big pregnant tits for a long time. Then we had sex in various positions, avoiding the missionary. I was doing her doggie-style when I finally came, shooting my load inside her.
Afterwards I lay next to her, exhausted. “What does your husband think about this?” I asked her.
Jean laughed. “Oh, don’t worry, I finally got him to fuck me without a rubber the day after we had sex. He thinks the twins are his.”
The next month Jean gave birth to healthy twin boys. They look just like me, and Jean even wanted to name one of them after me, but I talked her out of it. I still have sex with Jean whenever her husband is out of town, but now I make damn sure I use a rubber.
Except when she doesn’t let me.”"Name and address withheld
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