I met my wife while I was on assignment for my property firm. She was the clerk that assisted me in finding the land tracts I was looking for. The way she wore her strawberry blonde hair in a bun and her nerdy glasses made her appear older and bookwormish. She was very shy, but when I got a closer look I saw she was a hidden treasure, with a bombshell body and the silkiest skin you can imagine. In the end I won her heart. The fact that she wouldn’t allow me the liberty of bedding her only made me want her more.
On our wedding night Diane wouldn’t let me go down on her and refused to suck my dick. We had intercourse, but she was the coldest woman I was ever with. I didn’t fret, though. I figured she would be more receptive to the enjoyment of sex as time went by.
I tried buying self-help books, but they didn’t help. I bought her a vibrator, and she threw it away, saying, “Only prostitutes use things like that.” We were having bad sex maybe once a week, and I was about to throw in the towel.
My wife and I tried a website we saw in Penthouse Letters, and she found what she wanted and couldn’t resist in the form of a black man who was extremely well-endowed and muscular. We contacted him and after several back-and-forths set up a meeting at a local bar. We got pretty drunk, and she was flirting with him shamelessly, grinding into him while they danced. She said to me, “He’s huge down there. I’m soaked.”
I watched, jealous but turned on. My wife suggested we get a Jacuzzi room, so we left and got some beer and headed to the room. The three of us got in the room, and my wife told me to go for some ice. By the time I got back, this man had my wife ass naked with a mouthful of the biggest cock I have ever seen in person—nine inches and thick. She was worshipping this cock, moaning and choking, with spit running down her face and tits.
She was so involved, she didn’t even notice me till he said, “Your husband’s back.” She said, “Baby, come over here and give Mommy a kiss.” I went to her and she pulled his cock out of her mouth but leaves it only inches from her mouth. As I kiss her his cock is so close, I can smell it. She says, “How does his cock taste?” I said, “Your kiss tastes good.” She says, “Good boy,” then continued pleasuring him, looking me in the eyes, saying, “I love this big black cock,” slapping herself with it, saying, “You can’t please me like this. So go fill the tub.”
Until three months ago, if someone had suggested I might cheat on my husband, I’d have said no way. That changed when the jerk-off lost my ass and pussy on a bet—a bet on pro wrestling at that! My Shelly swears it’s all real, and gets mad when anyone says otherwise.
That night he had two asshole buddies over, and while they were all drunk he declared he would “bet everything” on one of his heroes.
“You mean everything?” Lester said. Shelly nodded. Phil said Shelly could keep the house and that shit, what they wanted was me.
They were always hot for me, trying to feel me up and all, so it was no real surprise. Shelly thought for a moment, then said, “Okay.” Naturally his hero gets his ass beat, and Shelly’s asshole buddies practically have their dicks out in anticipation. He comes upstairs and tells me I have to service them! I’m furious!
“Fine, you fucking jerk,” I said. “You want me to be a whore, so be it. But you have to watch while I let your stupid friends fuck me. I hope you’re happy!” I went down to the living room and said, “Okay, guys, a deal’s a deal,” and pulled my skirt up to my waist and got a breast out. They sat staring with their mouths hanging open.
With my birthday coming up, Randy asked me what was the one thing I had always wanted. My answer was that I wanted two men, which had always been a sexual fantasy of mine. So we got on the Internet and found a web site for swingers. We weeded through all the contenders and picked the lucky guy. I was really nervous, but wasn’t about to back out now.
Vic, the guy we’d chosen, came over around seven one night, and I told him I’d never done anything like this before. He just smiled and took me by the hand, and the three of us went into the bedroom, where Randy had candles lit. Vic slowly began to undress me, then laid me back on the bed as he undressed himself. He started by kissing my neck and nibbling on my ear. He was very gentle and slow, letting me relax and not trying to rush anything. Meanwhile Randy was just standing there watching.
Two years ago my wife and I got a divorce, and it totally broke me. I was so broke that I was forced to rent a trailer till I could get my life straightened out. It was a dismal little place, but at least it was a roof over my head. I got a job now and then, and I spent the rest of my time playing video games.
A few days after I moved in there was a knock on my door. I answered it to see a guy standing there who I didn’t readily recognize. He introduced himself as Harry, one of my neighbors. He was a good-looking guy, apparently in his late 20s. He said he wanted to welcome me and tell me about a fireworks display and community party that was happening that weekend. He said I should attend it, so I could meet some of the people in the trailer park.
I thanked him and invited him in, and we chatted for a few minutes. When he noticed the video game I’d been playing, he asked what it was. We got to talking about video games, and we even played for awhile before he had to leave.
Last summer I had to go to down to Costa Rica on a business trip. Since our son was away at soccer camp for a week, my wife Sandi decided to join me. Although I would be busy during the day, I knew she would find ways to entertain herself; but little did I know just how much fun she would have.
Sandi is a light-skinned strawberry blonde, and she started turning heads the day she arrived at the resort. The bellman ogled her in her short white shorts and high-heeled sandals as we checked in. After unpacking, we decided to take a quick dip in the pool before going to dinner.
The pool was large and luxurious, with very attentive service. Each group of guests had their own valet, who was responsible for ensuring that all their needs were met. Our valet was a clean-cut lad about 22 years old named Ramon. His six-pack abs and broad chest did not escape Sandi’s notice. The valets wore boxer-style shorts, but Sandi claimed she could tell he had a large cock.
In last September’s issue you printed my letter about a white water rafting trip my husband Ned and I had taken in Montana, during which I had a sexy fling with one of our two guides—with the full approval of my loving husband. At the time I had also been attracted to the other guide, a younger man named Kyle, especially after catching a glimpse of his quite sizeable cock as he was skinny dipping one morning; but nothing came of it then. But my husband understood about that too, and on the following Christmas he gave me a special gift: a round-trip airline ticket to Montana, along with a note saying that he had made reservations for me at the lodge we had stayed at, and had arranged for Kyle to meet my plane.
I was excited but apprehensive at first, because it seemed as though my husband was paying this young man to be with me. But Ned assured me he had only contacted Kyle and told him he thought I would like to get better acquainted with him, and asked if he felt the same way. Ned had explained that we had an open marriage of sorts, and that he approved of my having lovers. Kyle had replied that if Ned was serious, he would more than happy to spend a week of his vacation time with me. Thus reassured, I thanked my husband profusely, and a couple of weeks later I was in the air, on my way to Montana.
I’ve been married to my beautiful wife for two years now. She was my high-school sweetheart, and is my one true love. Karen is a spunky five feet four and totally hot. She’s very athletic and can hold her own on the softball field, even against guys. It’s her favorite way to stay in shape, and she currently plays on two teams. I also play on one of those teams. And that’s where my story starts.
We were getting ready to take the field for what we hoped would be the last half-inning of a doubleheader we were winning when one of the guys, Sean, suggested that we all get together after the game to have some beers. We were playing a team we were tied with for the division championship and we had the lead by two runs, with Karen pitching. It was a big game—if we won, we would go on to the state finals. Sean said we deserved to celebrate whether we won or not, and we all agreed it was a great idea, then took the field.
I gave Karen a quick kiss and a smack on the ass and told her to do her thing. She struck out the first batter.Sweet! The second batter hit a ground ball to third but beat out the throw. The next batter hit a single, so now we had runners on first and second with the winning run up at the plate with only one out. Karen is very cool under pressure, so I wasn’t worried—well, not too worried. Boom, she struck out the next batter.
With two outs and the pressure mounting, their home-run hitter was up next. You could hear a pin drop when he swung at the first pitch—strike one! Next pitch, foul tip—strike two! Holy shit, we could actually do this! Next pitch, swing and a miss—strike three! We did it! Karen did it! We won! We won the division and were going for the state championship!
After the traditional good-game handshakes with the other team, we picked Karen up and hoisted her on our shoulders, screaming and thanking her for an amazing inning. Once the hoopla settled down, it was off to our favorite watering hole to celebrate.
In the car Karen playfully smacked my arm and said I was a pig. I asked her what she was talking about. She said, “You know what I’m talking about. Rubbing your fingers over my pussy and pressing on my clit while I was on your shoulders.”
“Uh, no, that wasn’t me.”
“You’re kidding me,” she said, not really believing me.
“No I’m not, babe,” I said. “I swear to you. So someone was feeling you up, huh? I’m not rightly sure how I feel about that.”
“What does that mean?” she shot back. “How could you not know how you feel about some other guy touching my pussy?”
And it had to be a guy who diddled Karen because the only other girls on the team weren’t there that day. I was indexing the whole roster in my head trying to pick out who I thought would be ballsy enough to do that, and came up with either Sean or Gil. They both perved after Karen before we got married, and I wouldn’t put it past either of them to grab an opportunity to get a quick feel.
I didn’t say anything to Karen, though, and just let the issue die. Just then a song she loves came on the radio, and it seemed to take her mind off of the subject.
Five minutes later we were pulling into the parking lot of the bar. We all celebrated hard and relived the game over and over, especially Karen striking out the heavy hitter for the final out. We clinked glasses in her honor and did some shots. We were all getting pretty wasted. Not falling-down drunk, but we all had a nice buzz going.
Suddenly Karen suggested we play a game of truth. This is when someone asks a question of a person and they give their answer, and the rest of the group has to decide whether or not the person is telling the truth. If they are, then the person who asked the question has to do a shot. If it’s decided they’re lying, then the liar has to do a shot. We’ve played a few times before and discovered we’re all a bunch of liars! But it’s all in fun.
Mark started the game off asking Sal if he ever thought of fucking the barmaid. Darcy’s a good friend of ours, and when she heard the question, she threw her bar rag at Mark and told Sal he’d better be truthful. He answered yes, and we all knew that he was telling the truth. Honestly, it was a wasted question. Everybody knew that Sal had been trying to get under Darcy’s skirt since the first day we went to the pub. So Mark took a shot. And Sal took a kiss from Darcy.
The game went on like that for a while. When it came to my turn, I looked at Karen, gave her a wink and said, “Sean, were you the one who groped my wife’s pussy while she was on our shoulders this afternoon?”
Karen spit her beer up across the table, and Sean immediately turned beet red! We all laughed while Karen tried to clean up and compose herself. She reached across the table and slapped me. There were wolf whistles, and the guys started hitting the table chanting, “Answer the question! Answer the question!” It was quite a show.
Sean looked as though he wanted to crawl under the table—for a second. Then, as casually as if I’d asked him what time it was, he said, “Damn right I did.”
If Karen had been sipping her beer just then, there would have been another mess to clean up. Her face turned bright crimson, and she looked at Sean with her mouth wide open, staring in disbelief. There were more whoops and hollers from the crowd, and since everyone believed him, the rules said I had to take a shot. I took two! And the game continued. What could I say? Karen looked at me, and then we both shrugged our shoulders. It was over—no harm, no foul.
As the party broke up, Karen, Sean and myself were the last of the gang to call it quits. Karen surprised the shit out of me by inviting Sean over for a nightcap. Before he accepted, he wanted to apologize for his actions. He said he didn’t mean to let his hands wander and hoped we understood. Call me crazy, but if the woman you admitted to touching inappropriately just asked you over for a nightcap, I would have to say I think she/we were over it. So I called him a dick and told him to shut up. That’s our “go” sign for all is fine.
Sean took his car, so Karen and I talked on the drive home. She asked if I was really okay with Sean and what he did. I said yes and asked, was she mad that I wasn’t mad at him? She said no, and added that all this talking about it and finding out who it was had really turned her on. I looked at her and asked what she meant.
“Well, I’m a woman,” she said, “and any woman loves to know that she turns men on. Hear me out! I love you madly, you know that, but I’d be lying if I said it didn’t make me feel awesome to know that Sean wants to touch me. Does that make sense to you?”
“Well, yeah,” I said, “but are you saying you liked that he touched you?”
“Let’s just say it made me hot,” she said. “I mean, I thought it was you, remember? And you know how sensitive my pussy is. But when I found it wasn’t you, well, I kinda got excited. Like, total tingling in my cunt. Ohmygod, does that piss you off?”
I was taking in everything Karen said, and when she asked that last question I had to question what I was feeling. Arousal! Holy shit, I was getting turned on by the fact that my wife liked knowing that another man touched her pussy! How freakin’ bizarre is that? This was new to me, for sure! Feeling like I had nothing to lose, I asked her if there was anything she wanted to do about her feelings. Did she want to pursue them? Maybe do some sexploration with Sean?
By the time we made it home, we had explored this whole situation and set up a few ground rules. We made sure we still loved each other (that’s a joke!), and decided we would—as a couple—see if our friend Sean wanted to have sex with Karen while I watched.
If anyone would have told me I would ever let another man touch my wife, for sure I would have beat the crap out of them. Yet now here I was setting up the whole scenario—all to take place in my very own home! Wow!
Karen and I wasted no time. Sean was happy to come over the next night, and we went right after him as soon as we handed him a drink. Naturally he thought that we were full of shit and backed away. Karen wasn’t giving up that easily, and as she made her way to him, she took off her shirt. He looked away and told her to stop. Then he looked at me as if I was going to come over to him swinging.
When he saw me smiling, his demeanor changed. “You guys are fucking serious, aren’t you?” he said.
“Hell, yes!” I answered.
Karen jumped in. “Sean, we’ve never done anything like this before. All that talk in the bar and finding out that you touched me in such a way got me really horny. Tony and I talked the whole ride home and discovered that this was something we wanted to try, together. Now you’re here, and we want to know if you’d like to fuck me while he watches us. So Sean, will you? Will you fuck my hot pussy while Tony watches?”
Whoa! Did my punctilious wife really just say that to our friend? By God, she absolutely did! Hot damn, she’s sexy when she talks filthy!
And with that, the clothes came off, and soon the bodies started getting sweaty with all the humping, sucking and fucking that was going on. Sean’s cock was a little shorter than mine but noticeably thicker, and when Karen went down on him, her mouth was spread wider than I’d ever seen. I found it an incredibly erotic scene.
When Sean shouted out that he was about to come, Karen stopped him just before he did. Quickly, he placed her on the kitchen table, pulled up a chair and set about eating her pussy till she was on the verge of climax—several times! It was unbelievable how uninhibited she was, screaming and grabbing at his head, demanding that he suck her clit, lick her lips and swallow her juices.
Meanwhile my cock was like a brick. Even after my first load blasted off, my missile remained steel-hard. This was like nothing I could have imagined in my wildest dreams.
Just when I didn’t think things could get any hotter, Sean bent Karen over the couch and pummeled her round ass while spanking her glorious orbs. She bellowed an announcement of her impending orgasm and made me come to her so she could suck on my cock while she got hammered from behind. I didn’t expect to be so intimate a part of their coupling, but I wasn’t about to decline!
Almost as soon as Karen clamped down on my girth, Sean yelled that he was about to let loose. That set me off, and I warned Karen that I was ready to shoot too. Then it happened! Sean groaned and grabbed hold of Karen’s hips as he unloaded in her pussy, and my cock shot off in her mouth. She didn’t miss a drop of it. Her body jerked uncontrollably as she rode a climax that left her breathless and still spasming as Sean’s cock slipped from her cunt.
While we calmed down, Sean wanted to make sure we were all still cool and still friends. He wasn’t expecting this at all, he said, but it was a night that he would always remember. He also assured us that this would be strictly between us. He wouldn’t speak a word to anyone about it. We thanked him for his understanding and also for providing such a sensational first experience for us. Karen thanked him particularly with a kiss that had his legs buckling.
As we said good-bye, Sean gave me a handshake and gave Karen a peck on the cheek. He also said, “Oh, by the way . . . uh, for the record, it wasn’t me who rubbed your pussy. But I’m sure glad I said it was.” And he kept on laughing all the way to his car. Karen and I just stared at him as he walked away. Once again I called him a dick, then shut the door.
Karen and I went over and over again the details of what had just transpired, then fucked like animals again. When we were totally satiated, Karen said, “You know what this means, don’t you?”
“What what means?”
“Well,” she said, “it wasn’t Sean who touched me.”
“Okay,” I said, “so where are you going with this?”
“Well, calling Sean out for doing that and then ending up the way we did because of it was awesome, right?”
“Totally awesome, yes!” I said. “And—”
“Well, that means there’s someone else on the team who finds me attractive,” she said. “I think it’s only right that we find out. Don’t you?” She had a slutty twinkle in her eye.
“Oh, I see,” I said, smiling back. “You’re absolutely right. But how do we find out? There were 13 other guys there.”
“Hmm, that is a problem,” she said. “I guess we’ll just have to play that truth game again, and keep playing it as long as necessary. Look how well it worked before.”
We’ve been working our way through the roster ever since. We’re thinking that after the state championship, if we win, we give the other team Karen as a consolation prize. Aw hell, she’ll do them even if we win!
—T.H., Orlando, Florida
The first time we experienced my wife fucking another guy, I didn’t know what to expect. I’d read so many of these letters in Penthouse Letters but found it hard to believe. I mean, a man actually enjoying his wife being banged by a stranger, or even by a friend! It was just too hard to believe. But the fantasy of it all was awesome. Until the day I decided I didn’t want to just read about it anymore, I wanted to actually be right there with my wife as the main attraction.
Jenna is probably the most important thing in my life. She’s a gifted writer, a wonderful listener and a true friend. The fact that she’s adorable only sweetens the pot. She’s not model-perfect (well, she is to me) in that she has some meat on the bones, which I find very sexy. She’s about five feet five, 125 pounds, with bewitching hazel eyes and long dark hair. After her eyes her breasts are her best feature. They sit high atop her chest and when braless only bounce just enough to turn every head in her vicinity.
She doesn’t think she’s anything to brag about, but she knows she’s attractive to many from the compliments she gets everywhere we go. Her modesty and security issues don’t let her dwell on the attention, though.
One night after a very satisfying romp in bed she asked me to tell her a fantasy I would love to have come true. She said to say the first thing that came to mind—anything. So I said I would love to see another man ravage her while I sat in the corner jerking my meat. The words were out of my mouth before I could even think, and there it was, out in the open.
I had been thinking more and more about it. Jenna knew I was curious about such an adventure, as we had mentioned it while at the beach one time. She knew that when that subject was in your magazine, it was the first one I would turn to and read with giddy delight. So I didn’t think it would be a total surprise to her when I mentioned it. But you would have thought I stuck a cattle prod on her ass the way she jumped up and stared at me—mouth open, eyes wide as saucers.
She stammered, trying to find the words. For a second I thought she was going to cry or yell, and I started to regret my outburst. Then suddenly she just lay back in my arms. I didn’t know if I should say anything or just wait for her to start talking. Seconds later she asked if I really wanted that.
How should I answer? If I lie, I reasoned, then what’s the point? She did ask the question, after all. But if I tell her the truth, do I risk making her feel like I don’t love her or I’m bored with her? I didn’t know, really, what was going through her mind.
I opted for the truth, because Jenna is more than reasonable. “If we gave it a try I would consider it one of the hottest experiences of our lives. But it would have to be a mutual thing. I wouldn’t want you to do anything just to make me happy.” And I waited.
“Did you have someone in mind?” she asked, still lying on my chest.
“No, not really,” I said. “Do you?” I only asked because it seemed like the right question at the time. However, let this be a lesson to all—never to ask a question that you’re not prepared to hear the answer to! I learned this lesson that very night.
“Well, uh, Matt would make a good choice, I think. What do you think?”
What do I think? What do I think? I think I’m completely fucking shocked that she had a name so readily available! Matt? Matt was, well, perfect.
He’s a guy Jenna used to work with that we became really great friends with. You couldn’t not like Matt. He’s just one of those guys who gets along with everybody, the nicest person you’d ever meet. He truly was a friend to all, and that included me. But the fact that Jenna was so prepared to just toss a name out like that when discussing a man to fuck her was shocking.
And also thrilling, I have to admit! Yes, in a split second I went from what the fuck to hell yeah, let’s have him fuck you! Bizarre, isn’t it?
“Oh no, you’re angry,” she said. “I’m sorry, I really am, babe. Let’s just—”
I cut her off mid-sentence and showed her my raging boner. “Does this look like I’m angry?” I said.
With that, I shimmied her up on all fours and plowed her pussy with renewed vigor. While I fucked her, I made her call me Matt. At first she said she couldn’t, but once I slapped her ass and told her it would make me crazy if she did, well, that was all the permission she needed. She moaned and groaned—yelling out Matt’s name to urge me on, begging “Matt” to fuck her harder and make her come all over his thick fuckstick.
My God, I came in a torrent that had me feeling like I needed a gallon of water to replenish what I just lost in Jenna’s creaming cunt. She screamed through the orgasm that ripped through her body. When she came down from it all, she looked at me and, panting, said how hot and dirty that session was, and how much she loved me!
So we decided to invite Matt over for a cookout, and Jenna would seduce him then. With the plan in motion, the next few days were a whirlwind of fucking and sucking unlike any we’d had since our honeymoon. I told Jenna maybe we should lay off so she wouldn’t be sore when it was time to welcome Matt between her legs, but she said the thought of that happening had her too horny not to fuck me! Who am I to argue with that logic?
As Saturday approached, Jenna also found herself more and more into sucking me off in any room in the house she caught me in. I have to admit I was getting a little sore from all the extra attention, but I wouldn’t deprive the love of my life of her enjoyment. Matt was in for a real treat with my hot-blooded horndog of a wife hot on his trail.
Saturday was finally here. When the bell rang, Jenna answered the door in her bikini. Matt’s eyes just about popped out of his head. The plan originally was for Jenna to seduce him, but then she decided she wanted him to be totally turned on from the second he got there and so she would make herself scarce for a minute or two while I told him what was going on. She was so afraid of being rejected, no amount of my telling her otherwise made her believe me. So I was to let Matt know, so she didn’t make a fool of herself trying to get him in bed if that’s not what he wanted.
As expected, when she disappeared and I told Matt what the deal was, his first reaction was that he didn’t believe me. He thought I was pulling his leg to get him to say something about my wife so that I could beat the shit out of him. Why he would think that I have no idea, but after some convincing—really, more than I would have guessed—he saw that I was serious, and that was all he needed to get things really going.
When Jenna walked back out to us, I gave her the signal letting her know that it was a go. In less than a minute she and Matt were kissing and dry-humping. I have to say that at that moment I felt as if things were going in slow motion and I was dreaming. It was so surreal to be witness to my wife and my friend groping and pawing all over each other, and at my request! But it was certainly hot! The sound of their breathing mixed with the sight of Matt’s hands untying Jenna’s bikini top and manhandling her beautiful breasts was so overwhelming that I had to sit down before I fell down.
Jenna broke their kiss long enough to ask if I was okay. The throbbing boner in my hand put to rest any question of my being okay with this continuing. And with that simple visual aid, Jenna proceeded to strip Matt, get down on her knees and swallow him whole. He groaned and put his hands in her hair, pulling her face to his crotch, and he face-fucked her. Watching my wife’s cheeks puff out and then suck in while spit fell to the ground was more than I could handle, and I almost blew my wad.
At this point Matt’s panting and thrusting was almost manic. Jenna was sucking him down like a real pro, and my hand was going at warp speed over my blood-engorged hard-on. Just as I felt the jism boiling over in my balls, Jenna snaked her finger in Matt’s asshole, and he howled as though he’d been stabbed. That set my cock off and rope after rope of sticky semen jetted all over my hand and legs and the ground beneath me. It was the most intense orgasm of my life, and looking at Matt needing assistance to sit down, I‘d say it was the same way for him.
Jenna stood up, looked at both of us and smiled. Getting my breathing under control wasn’t easy, but I did manage to beckon her to me with my finger. As she came to me, she took the soaked bottom of her bikini off, then put it under my nose. Her scent was intoxicating. She leaned down and kissed me forcefully. When she broke the kiss, she looked over at Matt, who was finally getting clear-headed, and asked him if he was ready to fuck her tingling pussy. He nodded, but he was still catching his breath.
Jenna looked at me and asked if I was ready to watch her pussy get stretched by Matt’s big cock. She put her hand on her crotch. I too nodded, and started to finger-fuck her, which got me hard again. I was shocked that I had anything left after that performance, but there he was in all his glory looking for more action! Jenna took my hand and said her box was for Matt right now but I would get some later. She lay down on a lounge chair and spread her legs so her dripping pussy was on full display for both of us. She told Matt she wanted her twat licked, sucked and fingered, adding that he shouldn’t be gentle.
To say the rest of the evening was anything but spectacular would be a lie. I had never experienced joy, sexual gratification or marital bliss quite like the way I did that night as I watched our friend bang my wife in every orifice, over and over, while she screamed in joy.
Jenna and I are totally devoted to each other in every sense of the word. This is an adventure we do together, always. It’s added a bond that can never be broken, and we are even happier now than when we first took a shot at bringing another man into our lives.
—F.K., Portland, Maine
The first time I laid eyes on Jasmine I knew I just had to have her. God, she was beautiful! Her long, dark hair, all silky and shiny, flowed down her back. Her big brown eyes made her look so soft and innocent. She was a petite girl with big-ass boobs. That’s just the way I like them.
But she was married to my friend Luke. He cheated on her left and right, but she stood by him. Many in our group that hung around together, especially the guys, thought Luke was a dick for doing that to Jasmine. She was such a good girl. But Luke was Luke, and as he liked to tell it, she was totally on board with his cheating ways.
One time when we were all going out to shoot some pool, Luke phoned to ask me to pick Jas up for him because he was getting his rocks off by the bartender he’d been scoping out for a month. He was a chaser, but once he made the conquest he left them right where he finished unloading on them, regardless of how much they begged him to stay.
Anyway, he tells me this babe is finally giving it up to him. In fact, she was blowing him while he was on the phone with me—what a classy guy! I told him it was no problem, and as we were hanging up I heard him tell the blowjob babe, “That’s it, bitch, suck it right down to my balls.”
Really! What the hell did women see in him?
I cleared my mind of that scenario and concentrated on picking up Jas. It’s not like I’ve never been alone with her, but this evening I was feeling especially bold. I just wanted to feel her out, to see where things really stood with her and Luke. Maybe she’d be pissed that he didn’t come to get her tonight and ask me where he was. What would I say? He always told us she was “on board” with his playing-around bullshit, but could I actually tell her that the last I spoke to him he was feeding his dick down some bartender’s throat? Well, maybe she wouldn’t ask!
As I neared Jasmine’s house, she was already waiting outside, and looking at me with confusion. I guess she was surprised after all that it was me and not Luke that had come to get her. I braced myself for the question and decided to just tell her that he asked me to pick her up and that was it.
As I got closer, I noticed Jas was wearing a tube top that was stretched across her generous tits. Her nipples were erect and on full display to my hungry eyes. She also had on a short skirt and high heels. Her hair was down, and as she got in the car I immediately smelled the sweet, clean smell of perfection that she embodies. My dick was hard in a second.
We kissed each other on the cheek as we always did, and I waited for her to strap in. As she did, she asked where Luke was. I said I wasn’t sure, that he just asked me to pick her up for him. She looked at me unbelievingly. Her head was tilted slightly, her eyes half slits, as she took my chin in her hand and turned my head to face her. “Are you sure you don’t know where he is, Daniel?”
Fuck! Now what do I say? Lie to her? Tell her? My mind was going 100 miles per hour, with no result.
“He’s fucking some little skank again, isn’t he?”
Skank? Did this sweet angel say skank? Jasmine, in all the time I’ve known her, never said so much as “hell.” Now she’s calling someone a skank?
“Jasmine, we don’t tell each other every little detail of our lives. He called me and asked—”
She cut me off. “Don’t hand me that shit!”
Shit, now? Uh-oh, I don’t know what had gotten into her, but she was pissed.
“Every fucking time he’s late or not showing up or sending one of you guys to get me, he’s got some whore on his knob. You know it and I know it.”
“Jasmine, please, I can’t say one way or the other. You know how Luke is. It’s no secret that—”
Again she jumped in. “No secret that what? That he’s a fucking pig? That his dick has been in more holes than a gopher?”
I busted out laughing, which made her laugh. “A gopher?” I said. “What the fuck is that about?” Luckily, she was laughing right along with me. God, she has a beautiful smile!
Once we got the giggles out, she said, “I know what he is and how he is, Daniel. I’m not blind or a fool. You all might think so, but I’m not, really.” She paused, then said, “Daniel, do you think I’m pretty?”
Was she serious? No, Jasmine, I think you’re the hottest piece of ass I’ve ever had the pleasure to stroke my cock to. Of course I didn’t say this to her, but good Lord, I thought about it. I looked right in her big beautiful brown eyes and told her the truth. “Jasmine, you’re a gorgeous, desirable woman. Any man would kill to be with you.”
“Would you, Daniel?” she said. “Would you kill to be with me?”
Okay, so now I’m sitting there, and my mind is reeling with the fact that this woman came out all gangbusters and cursing about Luke and his whores and now she wants to know if I’d really kill for her. I was a little nervous to respond. Hey, who knows, maybe she’d had enough of it and really wanted me to whack Luke!
As if sensing what was going on in my mind, she said, “Daniel, do you really, really think that I think you would kill to be with me? Jeez, relax! I just want to know if you’ve ever thought about being with me.”
Whew, what a relief! “Jasmine, to be completely honest, and I hope you take this as a compliment because that’s how it’s intended, I have often used images of you and what I would love to do with you, given the chance, as jerk-off fodder. Trust me, I’d love nothing more that to be with you. But we know that can’t happen.”
In the time it would take you to say hello, she was on me. Her mouth was searching mine, and finding my tongue, she proceeded to suck it into her mouth and lightly bite it. Holy shit, that was intense! I couldn’t help myself. Her mouth was amazing, so I started to kiss her back. I could hardly breathe as our mouths mashed against each other. If this was the way I was to die, so be it—heaven in a tube top!
Before I knew it, she was undoing my jeans and pulling out my cock. In a second she had my meat down her throat and she was humming on my boner. God, she was good! I tried to pull her off so I could last a bit, but she wouldn’t budge, and the more I tried, the harder she sucked, and the harder she sucked, well, you can imagine.
I yelled that I was going to come, to give her warning, but she just took more of me in her mouth and tickled my balls. That was it! I shot off like a rocket, spraying spurt after spurt of joy juice in her hot, sucking mouth. I was so out of breath, my heart was beating out of my chest.
Jasmine came up to share my jism with me. I had never done that before and tried to turn my head, but she wouldn’t let me. She proceeded to give me an earth-shattering kiss while she slid some of my come in my mouth with her tongue. I liked it, a lot!
As I went for her tits, she pulled away. “Daniel, do you want to fuck my hot pussy? Would you eat me till I come all over your face?”
I said, “Jasmine, just you talking dirty like this has me ready to go off again. I’ll eat you, suck you, diddle your clit until you scream that you can’t take anymore, then fuck you like a dog in heat! I’ll do whatever you want me to do, baby. You make me so fucking crazy, I want to bend you over the hood of this car and pull your panties down and give you the fucking of a lifetime.”
As I said this, I saw movement from outside the car. It was Luke! Holy shit, I thought, I’m a dead man! But what happened next was one for the books. Even I couldn’t have predicted an ending quite as shocking.
Luke opened Jasmine’s door and offered his hand to help her out. As she got out, she said, “Did you see it? Did you enjoy yourself?”
As I tried to grasp what was going on, Luke stuck his head in the car and asked if I wanted to come in and continue what we started. All I could muster was a “what?” Luke asked again if I wanted to come in the house and do all those nasty things I told Jasmine I wanted to do to her.
“Are you fucking serious?” I said. “What the fuck just happened? You’re not mad? Don’t you want to kill me?”
Luke looked at Jasmine, who by this time had gotten up on the hood of the car and plastered her sweet snatch against the window right in front of me. She was laughing and rubbing her crotch (it was pantyless). Her pussy was so wet that if the glass weren’t there, I’d have jumped on it and not let go till she was writhing with orgasm—oh, and if Luke wasn’t there either.
I was shaken from my fantasy, and took my eyes away from the grinding pussy of the girl I wanted so badly, when I heard Luke’s voice. “Dude, come on in and fuck her. Do to her what you just told her you wanted to do. I told you before Jasmine knows and is on board with all that I do. And tonight she wanted to punk you.”
As Jasmine slid off the hood, she took me by my hand and led me in the house. My mind was still in a fog as I tried to get a grip on the fact that I was set up by an angel. This angel was a dirty little devil, and I proceeded to do all those naughty, nasty things I said I would, and more. And now Jasmine, Luke and I are often in the throes of a kinky threesome. If getting set up has these rewards, consider me punked and happy!
—D.F., Red Deer, Alberta
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