For many years I have known about my husband’s secret fantasy of watching me have sex with other men. He wasn’t very discreet about hiding his stash of Penthouse Letters, in which he would mark off the letters about wife-watching. Not to mention the fact that whenever we wanted to watch a porno movie, he always picked out one in which the husband watched some stud do his wife. But, thinking that he knew me to be a rather conventional “good” girl, he would never come right out and ask if I might be interested in fucking another man while he watched.
What he didn’t realize was that I was indeed very curious. But I just couldn’t tell him that. After all, here I was about to celebrate my 34th birthday, and I just couldn’t see myself telling my loyal husband that I desired some variety in my sex life. You see, Kevin had been a wonderful husband throughout our 13 years of marriage. He had always provided for us financially, to the extent that I never had to work. On the other hand, while he always made his best effort in bed, he never really measured up, if you know what I mean. Also, he was 20 years my senior, and was now beginning to experience physiological conditions that were not exactly conducive to an exciting sex life.
I am a 27-year-old woman with long blonde hair, deep blue eyes and a good body, which I keep in good shape with regular exercise and a proper diet.
After I graduated high school I moved away from home and found a good job in a bigger city. I was doing pretty well for myself, but when the economy took a nose dive I was laid off and couldn’t find another job.
About six months ago, when my unemployment was about to run out, I answered an ad for a housekeeper’s job in a very nice section of town. When I went for the interview I was greeted by Alice, the lady of the house. She was in her early 50s, had auburn hair and looked like she kept herself in shape. She informed me that the job was a live-in position, and asked if that was okay. As I was single and alone, I told her that was just fine with me. She told me the salary and explained that room and board were included. It all sounded good to me, and when she offered me the position, I gladly accepted. She told me I could move in right away and start immediately.
My wife Tina’s best friend is named Sandra, and she is a stone cold freak. She was always asking Tina when we were going to let her be the cream filling in our Oreo cookie. That’s because Tina and I are black, and Sandra is Asian with porcelain-like skin. She’s six feet tall and about 130 pounds, and I must say she is a knockout. My wife is also just as gorgeous with smooth, silky brown skin and the best ass I ever saw.
Last Friday was Sandra’s birthday, so she and Tina got drunk at the house, and Sandra started in again about the Oreo thing. But this time, for some reason, Tina agreed. “But this is my house,” she told Sandra. “So I call the shots, okay? What I say goes.” Sandra said that was fine, and as for me, I had no objection whatsoever.
My story begins about eight months ago, when I brought home a porn video that I thought my wife would like to see. We have watched videos in the past, and have found them a useful means of arousal for both of us.
This movie was entitled ”Men with Big Cocks,” and featured six men whose cocks were 10 inches long or bigger, as well as being quite thick. I knew that Iris, my wife, always enjoyed watching well-endowed men in action. Iris is a 26–year-old blonde who stands a statuesque five feet nine, and has a trim body topped off with a 38D chest.
As we lay in bed that night watching the movie, Iris got extremely turned on. The film hadn’t been playing for more than 10 minutes before she went down on me and started giving me a terrific blowjob, while still glancing at the well-hung studs on the TV screen. When I came in her mouth she swallowed every drop, and then continued sucking my seven-inch cock until I was hard again. She then had me turn around on the bed so she could face the TV as she climbed on top of me and inserted my cock into her drenched pussy. She then rode me while watching the movie, and she had three strong orgasms in a very short period of time. I emptied my balls inside her as she had her third climax. She seemed to be insatiable that night.
When I first met Lily five years ago, I knew she was a free spirit, in that she seemed to be game for anything. When we married after nine months of dating and moved to suburbia, I figured she would naturally settle down and be a loving and faithful wife. And that’s pretty much how it worked out—until recently.
Lily always knew that I was in the habit of reading Penthouse Letters. At first she thought I just looked at the pictures, but one day she took a closer look at the magazine and seemed to be impressed by some of the letters. That night, after an intense session of lovemaking, she asked me if I read the letters also, and if so which ones I liked best. I didn’t see any reason not to be frank with her, so I replied that I enjoyed reading about men who watched their wives or girlfriends making it with other guys.
“Oh, really?” she said with a sly grin. “That’s very interesting. Do those kind of letters turn you on?”
“Well . . . sort of, yeah,” I admitted.
I’m a student at a college in the Midwest, and I am having a lot of sex, which may surprise you when I tell you that I am a short, skinny guy of Asian descent. Because of this, everyone assumes that I have a tiny penis. This is not the case, however; I can go toe to toe (if that phrase is applicable here) with whites, blacks or anybody else in the cock department. My dick is a good 10 inches long, and also very thick. Most of the girls I’ve taken to bed have been very pleasantly surprised when they see the thing that I call “Godzilla.”
A couple of weeks ago, at a party in one of the women’s dorms, I met two good-looking white girls named Nina and Jenny, who turned out to be roommates. Nina was a rangy blonde, and Jenny a rather voluptuous brunette. After some conversation and a few drinks, I think the two of them decided to take pity on the poor little Asian guy. They took me by the hand, as if they were doing me a big favor, and brought me up to their room.
The room was all girly and frilly, but that didn’t bother me much. But I was surprised when they told me to just sit down and watch them make out together. They got onto the bed and began kissing and fondling each other, watching me watch them. My dick was getting harder by the second, but they didn’t seem interested in me at all. When Jenny grabbed Nina’s tits and started to move them around, Nina let out a moan that I thought could be heard all through the building. Then the two of them took each other’s clothes off, and Nina started tonguing Jenny’s hairy snatch, which brought on more moaning.
I first began to suspect that Nan, my wife of five years, had a thing for Earl when she started complaining about how much time he was spending in our garage. Earl is a diving buddy of mine. He works nights, so during the day, when I’m at my office, he often works on his gear in our garage, since he has no place to do it at home. Nan didn’t mind at first—Earl was very quiet, and she said she hardly noticed his presence—but about a month ago she began to say he was getting on her nerves. I knew right away that that meant she wanted to fuck him. I kidded her about it one night when we were in bed, but she only got angry and accused me of not trusting her. But the fact is I was fine with her having the hots for Earl, and I told her so. Before the night was over, she had confessed her attraction toward him, and even told me she had tried to seduce him by wearing her skimpiest bikini around him, but so far it hadn’t worked. “I want him so much,” she confessed breathlessly. “I know it’s wrong, but I can’t help myself. I want to feel him inside me, to have his mouth on my pussy, you know? Are you pissed at me?
I do love you, but I can’t think of anything else these days but making love to Earl.” “Well, if you want to, you should,” I told her. “And I can’t think of a better guy than Earl for my wife to fuck. So why don’t you just tell him you want him? I’ll bet he wouldn’t hesitate then. For God’s sake, fuck him tomorrow. Then you can tell me all about it.” Not only was I okay with this, I was getting totally turned on by the thought of my old friend sliding his erection into my wife’s pussy. Nan was getting turned on too. She held me tightly, and I could feel her heart beating against my chest. I scooted down in the bed until my nose brushed through her pubic hair. My lips moved over her mound, and my tongue found her clitoris. “Pretend this mouth on your pussy is Earl’s,” I told her. I brushed my tongue across her clit, then took her vulva into my mouth, sucking softly on her labia. She shuddered, took a deep breath, then moaned. I pushed my tongue into her. “You thinking about Earl?” I asked, and she moaned again. “Get him to do this tomorrow, and then tell me how you liked it.” “Yes,” she panted. “Yes, I will. Yes!” And then she climaxed uncontrollably. When I got home the next day Nan was sitting in a robe in the family room, looking out toward the pool.
My wife Jane and I have been married for eight fun-filled, sexually arousing years. About three years ago we started experimenting with bringing other people into our sex life, and have been doing it ever since. One of the first people we tried this with was an old buddy of mine named Terry.
It had been a really hot day, so Jane and I had spent most of it lounging around our back yard pool. Since our yard is extremely private, Jane had on her white thong bikini, consisting of two tiny strips of material which accented her tanned, trim 36C-25-35 body. At about four o’clock I heard the doorbell ring, and went to answer it. The visitor was my old high school buddy, Terry, who was home on leave from the Army after a tour of duty in Iraq.
We greeted each other warmly, and I led him out to the pool area to meet Jane. Terry is a handsome guy, six feet two and a solid 200 pounds, with dark hair and eyes. When he got his first look at Jane, standing there in her bikini, it was obvious that he liked what he saw. Her breasts were bulging out of her bikini top, and the bottom barely covered her shaved pussy.
One evening last month, my beautiful 32-year-old wife Lillian and I went out for dinner and drinks. It was a warm evening with a full moon, and on our way home we decided to go for a walk in a small park located in the center of an office complex, consisting of several office buildings surrounding a pretty lake.
As it was late at night, we didn’t see any other people in the park. We walked along a paved path, holding hands and stopping occasionally for a kiss. Finally we sat down on a wooden bench to watch the swans swimming in the moonlit lake. We were feeling very romantic, and eventually we started making out.
I soon had Lillian’s blouse unbuttoned to her waist and her front-hooking bra open, and was caressing her lovely 38B breasts while she pulled down my zipper and fished my seven-inch cock out of my pants. She then slid down on the bench until she was lying on her right side, with her head in my lap as she proceeded to give me one of her tremendous blowjobs. As she did so I reached under her short pleated skirt and began massaging and fingering her pussy beneath her thong. She raised her left leg a little so as to give me full access to her wet vagina.
Now, while Nat was working on my PC, I noticed him looking up at the pictures on the wall. I could feel myself getting harder, knowing he was checking Ivy out and probably getting harder himself. He was looking mostly at Ivy’s pictures, but I could see his eyes move to mine every once in a while, and I knew he was checking out my cock as well. I was standing next to him as he sat working on my computer, so my cock was about even with his head. I only had a pair of shorts on, so I knew that if he turned his head to look he would be able to tell I was getting hard.
“You know,” Nat said finally, “I really appreciated your sending me those pictures when Jane was away.” I said I hoped he had put them to good use, and he said he had. I then told him that I was kind of disappointed that he hadn’t returned the favor when Ivy was out of town, as I would have loved to jerk off to pictures of Jane. I then laughed and said he could even have come over with them and jerked me off himself, if he wanted.
Nat looked kind of nervous when I said that. He then said he hadn’t wanted to bring Jane into it, but he wished there was some way he could pay me back. I told him I could think of a way. At that point Nat turned toward me and came face to face with the front of my shorts, my hard cock obviously pressing against them. He laughed nervously and said it looked like I might want to jerk myself off right now, but what about my wife, who was just upstairs. I told him Ivy wouldn’t come down to the den unless I called, so we could do whatever we wanted.