Eight years ago I met the love of my life. I was in my late 50s and she was ten years younger, but even today she only looks to be in her early 40s according to everyone who ever meets her. She was absolutely beautiful—very petite, about five feet one, 110 pounds, with a tight body, a gorgeous dark tan, brown hair and the best-looking ass I could ever remember seeing, the result of a strenuous daily workout routine. As I discovered later, she was also a “squirter,” something I had always heard about but didn’t believe existed.
Tessa was the most innocent-looking lady you could ever envision—all class! After talking all afternoon, we discovered we were both in unhappy and dull marriages, and as the night progressed we realized we were really into each other. After I walked her back to her cottage, she lured me into her room, then pulled me close and began gently kissing me, I felt myself getting excited.
The next thing I knew, she pushed me against the wall, ripped my shirt open, removed her bra and rubbed her hard nipples against me. As she worked her way down my body, I felt her lips and tongue leaving wet circles all over me. Finally she reached my cock and began taking me in and out. She did things I could not believe, first sucking on my dick and deep-throating me, then gently blowing and kissing my balls, taking first one and then the other in her mouth. Within minutes I was ready to explode, and when I did, she swallowed every last drop, saying how good I tasted.
I met my future wife when I was home from my senior year in college visiting family and friends, and my friend Art asked if I would do him this really big favor. His brother, a high school junior, had asked a girl to go to their prom but at the last minute broke his invite with her. Art asked if I would take Jill to the junior prom. I think he wanted to get even with his brother.
The idea of taking a 17-year-old girl out didn’t interest me. Art said that of course it wasn’t a real date but assured me that Jill was really a great girl and I would like her, and arranged for us all to meet at a coffee shop.
She was embarrassed too, but we soon found we had a lot in common, like both being on our track, swim and rowing teams! And she certainly wasn’t someone I would be embarrassed to be seen with. She was about five-eight and 135 pounds, with long strawberry blonde hair. While not overly busty, she had a fine figure with great long legs.
Jill agreed to let me take her to her prom. And as strange as the whole thing was, we both had a really great time. I learned that I was the “girl talk” for a long time afterwards.
I had promised my husband I wouldn’t cheat while I attended an “old grads” reunion in my old hometown. I had many friends who still lived there that I hadn’t seen in years, so Joe had suggested that, instead of just going for the three days of the reunion, I stay for two weeks to visit with friends.
Which led to “the promise.” When I made it, I thought it would be an easy enough promise to keep, since I’m no spring chicken. (A lady doesn’t have to tell her age, and I’m not going to!) Still, I’ve worked hard to preserve my tight body. Plus, for better or worse, I have the same sex drive I had at 18!
So the morning after the last night of the reunion, when everybody who had come for the reunion left for home, I found a phone book to read with my morning coffee instead of a newspaper. While scanning the pages, I realized the directory wasn’t just for my hometown, as before, but included a half-dozen other communities. As I thought about people I might know in the area, one particular guy came to mind.
My story begins some 15 years ago when I was 35 and my wife Jaclyn was 28. For the first seven years of our marriage I would have to say that we had a fairly normal family life: had a couple of children right after getting married, lived in a nice home, maintained an excellent sexual relationship. We were both extremely open in our conversations—about what we liked in bed, for example, and especially about her past sexual escapades.
One thing I chose to keep secret was that Jaclyn’s stories of being sexually involved with other men began to turn me on. Imagining my beautiful, exotic-looking woman entangled in every imaginable sexual position with other men became my obsession. She has a smile that’s enough to melt any man into submission. Even today, at 43, she turns the head of any man that crosses her path. The years have been good to her; most people would guess she’s in her early 30s. I playfully call her my amazing cougar! And she always offers me that sexy smile, throws her hair off her shoulders or otherwise reinforces what both of us already knew.
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One night while my lovely wife and I were lying in bed after hot sex, she asked innocently if she could share a little secret with me.
“Sure thing, honey,” I said. “What was it you wanted to tell me?”
“Well,” she began, “your wife has a naughty little sexual fantasy that she would love to experience.”
“And what might that be?” I said.
“I want three guys to take care of me in bed.”
“Really?” I said.
“Yes,” she said, “but there’s more.”
“Like what?”
“Black guys,” she blurted out. “I want to be with well-hung, muscular, young black guys.”
“Wow!” I said, “it sounds to me like someone knows exactly what they want.”
“This would be a really big turn-on for me, honey,” she said. “I hope it doesn’t upset you.”
“Not at all,” I said. “It would be hot to watch you experience this fantasy.”
“Really?” she said, excited. “You’d be willing to share me?”
“Sure thing,” I said, and before I could ask anything else, my now very excited wife began to lay out a plan that would hopefully help make her fantasy come true.
We live in a port city that’s visited every summer by a Navy fleet. Carmen reminded me that last summer she had toured several of the ships with our two young boys. She said most of the ships had a large population of fit young black sailors, and a number had flirted openly with her. She hoped we might be able to find three who were willing to help out with her fantasy. This year’s visit was only a few weeks away, which is why she had brought it up now.
Over those few weeks we worked on the details. The first thing that Carmen wanted to do was put together a little bio that would also announce the special appreciation party she was hoping to host. She thought it should include a couple of sexy pictures of her, so the following weekend, after the kids were in bed, I took pictures of her in skimpy, revealing clothing. Our favorites were a number I took of her posing in a sexy red see-through bra with matching panties and garter belt, finished off with seamed black nylon stockings and red high heels.
Carmen chose one of these pictures for her bio, along with one of her in a tight dress that clung to and revealed lots of her lean, athletic frame. Naturally we also included vital statistics: age 33, height 5’6″, weight 110 pounds, etc. She insisted on writing most of the bio herself. I thought my dick would explode when I read her saying that “sexually aggressive black men” are “a really big turn-on” for her and that she would “do it ALL if properly motivated.” We also included the when-and-where info for the party, planned for the Saturday night after the ships arrived.
The question we never really solved was what to do with the bio once it was done. The original idea was to post it online, but we realized we had no idea where to post it to reach sailors on the ships that would be visiting our port. The best idea we came up with was that we would both take off from work the day the ships arrived, a Thursday, and visit them ourselves armed with copies of the bio, and see if we could recruit the volunteers we needed.
I don’t know how Carmen happened to pick out the particular ship we toured first, but we hadn’t been onboard long when she hooked up with a really fine-looking young man named Jason, who said he had shore leave on Saturday night and after looking at the bio said that if we liked, he would be happy to line up the other guys we needed. He said that with those pictures he was sure he could round up as many guys as we liked, but Carmen said no, she was quite sure it was three guys she wanted, no more, no less.
We made sure Jason knew how to get to the restaurant where we would meet him and his other “talent” Saturday evening, and Carmen gave him a peck on the cheek to thank him for his help. As we left, she told him how much she was looking forward to it.
On Saturday, while Carmen got ready for her special evening she acted like a giddy college girl going out on a hot date. She had decided to go braless in a tight-fitting red knit dress with matching stay-up fishnet stockings and sexy red high heels. She put on a lot more makeup than normal. When I said how hot she looked, she smiled and said she hoped the guys would think so.
At the arranged time the baby-sitter arrived to take our boys to her parents’ house for a sleepover—and then it was time for us to head out to the meeting place! We allowed time for us to enjoy a light meal and a few drinks before the others arrived at the sports bar and restaurant we had chosen, close to where the ships were moored. It has a large sports court where most of the time teams can play basketball or volleyball but on weekend nights around nine they bring in a DJ and turn it into a dance floor. Carmen loves to dance, and was hoping the guys would like to dance with her before heading back to our place for her special party.
Around half past eight I saw Jason enter the bar with three other guys. Since Carmen had been so specific about wanting three guys, we were puzzled. Jason made his way to our table and introduced his shipmates Robin, Samuel and David. Before we could ask, he explained that he had had second thoughts about joining the party himself, since he had a girlfriend, but he assured Carmen that he’d found some really special guys for her.
Seeing Carmen’s disappointment, I realized just how strong an impression Jason had made on her in their brief encounter Thursday. As if he was reading her mind, he said, “I know I’m crazy to pass up an opportunity like this, but I just can’t. But you’ll be in good hands with these clowns.” And I had to admit, Robin, Samuel, and David were all terrifically muscular and good-looking. Jason winked and went on, “And I know you said in your bio you wanted big guys. I know from being in the shower with these guys that they’re plenty big, maybe even bigger than me.”
“I’m so sorry, Jason,” Carmen said, getting up from the table. She turned quickly to the other three guys and said, “Not about you guys. You all look, like, totally incredible.” Turning back to Jason she said, “I was just really looking forward to being with you.” And she gave him a kiss—not a peck on the cheek this time, but a lips-on-lips, open-mouthed kiss of passion, which went on quite a while. When she finally released him, she said, “I only wish there was some way to thank you for all you’ve done.”
Then she noticed my car keys on the table, and as she scooped them up she said, “I’ve got it! Follow me.” Then she grabbed Jason’s hand and said quickly to those of us about to be left behind at the table: “We’ll be right back. You guys get acquainted. Honey, I’ll bet the boys would like some drinks.”
As Carmen and Jason disappeared to the parking lot, I had the guys order their drinks, and we chatted. They explained that on Thursday Jason had scanned Carmen’s bio and e-mailed it to his shipmates, and got so many responses that the three of them had really had to cash in favors to make it to the “final three”—and still one of them faced elimination until Jason took himself out of the running.
The guys expressed interest in Carmen’s sexual past, especially her sexual likes and dislikes, and especially how she felt about anal sex. I said that we’d tried it a few times while we dated but she hadn’t shown any interest since then. They just smiled.
Maybe 20 minutes later Jason returned, alone. He handed me my keys and said Carmen was in the ladies’ room fixing her makeup. Then, turning to his friends, he said, “You are three lucky motherfuckers. That lady gives head like nobody’s business. You better treat her right or you’ll have to answer to me.” He shook my hand, said good-bye to his shipmates and wished us all a “good party,” then disappeared into the crowd.
When Carmen returned, she remarked that if Jason wasn’t kidding about the other boys maybe being bigger than him, she must be in for a hell of a thrill. The guys all laughed and assured her that they were up to upholding the honor of their ship.
The DJ started playing music, and David asked Carmen to dance. In seconds they were out on the floor dancing up a storm. For the next couple of hours the guys took turns dancing with her, pausing after every third dance or so and encouraging her to pound down another stiff drink. She looked to be having the time of her life.
As the evening wore on, the guys took more and more liberties with Carmen on the dance floor, especially during slow dances. Around 11, David took her out for a slow number and it was obvious that he was grinding his erection into her. She offered no resistance whatsoever as he openly fondled her ass and breasts in front of everyone. As the song ended, they embraced in a sensuous open-mouth kiss.
When they returned to the table, my blushing bride said to me, “Honey, why don’t you go get the car? We need to get this party started.”
I pulled the car up to the curb and found the guys practically mauling Carmen on the sidewalk. As she got in the car, David grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it well above her waist. She made no attempt to cover up, and snuggled into the back seat between him and Samuel.
“Oh my, two handsome young black men and little ol’ me,” she cooed. “This should be a fun ride home.”
“We’re going to have some fun all right,” David said.
Robin hopped in front with me, and I pulled the car away. I deliberately didn’t turn the radio on so I’d be able to hear what was happening in the back seat, and I heard a lot of what sounded like sloppy wet kissing and sucking as well as murmurs of approval from my wife.
In about 15 minutes I was parking the car in our garage and closing the door behind us. I announced that we were home, and as I opened my car door and the dome light came on, I saw in the back seat that Carmen’s panties were gone and her dress was all scrunched into a band of material around her trim waist. Samuel was finger-fucking her while sucking on one of her tits, and David was French-kissing her and rubbing her clit.
Now that we were home, my role was reduced to that of a spectator, so that’s what I did—I sat and watched. The guys continued to work Carmen over in the back seat. Samuel had worked a second finger in her pussy, and he and David had her moaning even louder. In a few minutes they brought her to climax. They let her recover for a while before opening the car door and leading her in the house.
Inside, David asked Carmen if she had ever given me a blowjob in the entryway to the house. When she said no, he said, “Good! Then why not blow all three of us now?” She was on her knees in a flash, with three black cocks hanging in front of her face.
“Whoa, you guys are all fucking huge!” she exclaimed. “I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.”
David shoved his throbbing manhood in her mouth, and for the next several minutes Carmen sucked away at him and the other guys in turn, bringing them all up to their “full potential.” Robin and Samuel were enormous, and David even bigger. They all had cell phones out shooting pictures of Carmen worshiping their cocks.
Finally Carmen announced that she had to have “a big fat cock” inside her. David said, “You heard the lady,” and took her hand. While he pulled her to a standing position, Samuel unrolled a condom onto his hard cock. Samuel told her to put one foot on the first step of the staircase and grab the railing, and he moved in behind her and teased her pussy with his cockhead.
I slipped into our bedroom and grabbed my video camera. When I returned, I was able to record Carmen literally begging Samuel to “fuck me with your gorgeous cock.” Eventually he relented and drove her wild with desire by slowly working all of his manhood in her. Once Samuel established a steady rhythm, Robin moved into place above Carmen on the steps and had her suck his cock. It was quite the erotic sight to see my wife getting it from both ends from these two well-hung young guys.
Samuel invited Robin to take his place so he could enjoy my wife’s fine pussy. So Robin moved to the bottom of the stairs and slipped a condom on, then thrust his massive manhood in my wife while David moved into place and fed his member in her vacated mouth. Now while Carmen has always been a very vocal and responsive sexual partner with me, these guys had her moaning like a woman who simply couldn’t get enough cock.
Eventually Carmen pulled David’s cock out of her mouth long enough to let Robin know that he was about to make her come. Robin continued to pound her pussy hard until she let out a huge groan, signaling mission accomplished. He gave her a few more quick strokes before pulling out and stripping off his condom, then stroking his throbbing cock until he shot his come all over Carmen’s back.
At this point the guys insisted on taking my wife back to her own bedroom, where they finally stripped off her dress while removing their own clothes as well. She couldn’t get over how beautiful their naked bodies were, and told them how much of a turn-on fit, muscular black guys were for her. David in particular was really ripped, and Carmen was all over him, rubbing his muscular arms and chest with her small hands and admiring his bodybuilder-like physique. Soon she turned her attention to his manhood, saying how big and beautiful it was, and how much she loved it and could hardly wait until she had it inside of her.
David said there was no reason to wait, and pushed Carmen back on our marital bed. He told her to spread her legs and invited her to grab hold of his cock and guide it in her. I noticed right away that unlike his friends he wasn’t using any protection. “No condom?” I remarked. He glanced over in my direction and shook his head while he worked the entire length of his big bare cock in my moaning wife.
For the next hour the guys fucked Carmen in every position I could have imagined, and she gave every indication of loving every minute. Eventually David waved off the others so he could have her to himself. He fucked her in the missionary position, her favorite, and the two of them were really getting off on each other. I suspected one or both of them might be coming shortly.
What transpired next was my first big surprise of the night. While David continued to pound Carmen’s pussy, he told her how hot she was and said he was going to come in her pussy. This was not supposed to happen, as my wife’s bio clearly stated that she wasn’t using birth control and that the guys should either wear condoms or not come in her pussy.
I expected Carmen to protest, and was shocked when her reaction was the opposite. With her hands on his hips she encouraged his deep thrusts, and her moans grew even louder. Now his shipmates were cheering him on as well, saying my wife wanted his hot come inside her and he should lay it to her good. Evidently I was the only one in the room who thought this was a bad idea. It was obvious that no one cared what I thought about anything.
David really picked up his pace, and Carmen’s breathing quickened. Her moans grew even louder, a clear signal that she was about to come hard. In maybe 30 seconds she let out a loud groan and screamed, “Oh God!” This seemed to push David over the edge, and he gave her a few more quick, hard thrusts, and then his muscular ass cheeks flexed as he buried the full length of his enormous cock while exploding inside my whimpering wife. For another minute he kept grinding his full length in her, until the full effects of her orgasm fully subsided.
After the two of them rested awhile, David withdrew to the point where his manhood was about halfway out. Then he told her to squeeze his cock. While she was following his instructions, he coached her: “That’s it, baby, just like that. C’mon, milk that cock! Show your husband how bad you want to have every drop of my come inside you.”
Samuel turned to me and said, “Don’t worry, man, David is the only one that’s gonna do that. So if your wife happens to sprout a baby bump a few months from now you’ll know who the proud black daddy is.”
When David finally got off the bed, the other guys moved in quickly to take his place. As David walked towards me, he asked me to fix him a drink, which I went to do. When I returned and handed him his drink, he said thanks, then added, “What I just did to your wife was hot, huh?”
I was still somewhat pissed off. However, there was also a sense of sexual excitement created by what I’d just witnessed. To my surprise, I found myself saying, “Yeah, sure, that was hot.”
“Good,” he said, “because I’m going to nut inside your wife’s pussy at least once more before the night is over.”
At this point I turned my focus back to the activity taking place on our bed. The other guys had Carmen on her hands and knees, where she was deep-throating Robin while Samuel worked a lubricated finger in her ass. Over the next several minutes I watched him progress, inserting one and then two fingers. I was totally surprised by Carmen’s sexual excitement each step of the way. Samuel seemed to have a sixth sense of exactly when to make his next move. In time he replaced his fingers with the head of his condom-sheathed cock and began to work it slowly in Carmen’s ass. Once it was buried in her, she was moaning more than ever.
I think my eyes grew to the size of saucers as I witnessed Robin take my wife in her pussy while Samuel pounded her ass. The highlight came when David replaced Samuel and slowly worked the entire length of his enormous cock in her ass. After some heavy pounding he withdrew and maneuvered himself under her so he could replace Robin in her pussy and have her ride him cowgirl. Samuel shoved his cock back in her ass, while Robin moved into position to ease his cock in her eager mouth.
The guys continued to pound Carmen in all three holes until Samuel suddenly exploded in her ass. When he finally withdrew, David waved Robin out of her mouth as well. He had her wrap her hands around his neck. He sat up, then worked his way off the bed into a standing position and treated my delighted wife to an aggressive stand-up fuck. This incredibly athletic young stud had her moaning like crazy while he bounced her up and down. He moved her over to the bedroom wall, where he fucked her standing up and she whimpered at every thrust of his giant manhood. He talked dirty to her while he continued to work her into a sexual frenzy. Eventually he asked her if she was ready to take another load of his come in her pussy.
“Yes,” she moaned, “give it to me now, please!”
David carried Carmen back to the bed, set her down on her back and delivered another relentless dark dick pounding. From there it was just about a repeat performance as he brought her to another powerful climax and rewarded her with another load of come.
Carmen and David rested awhile. Then he got off the bed and began to dress. By then his shipmates had done the same. All three of them thanked Carmen for such a hot time, then asked if I would drive them back to their ship, which of course I did.
I’ll leave it up to readers’ imagination as to any consequences of David having unprotected sex with my wife. I will tell you that on the drive back to the ship the guys told me that once their shipmates read that Carmen wasn’t using birth control, some of them got the idea that one of them should take her bareback. Jason, they revealed, had objected strongly enough that he wouldn’t attend the party.
The rest, as they say, is history. Well, what can I say except that we asked for it?
—Name and address withheld
“Oh, Robbie!” my wife hissed through clenched teeth as I ran my tongue repeatedly between her puffy labia, holding them apart with two fingers while I swabbed her slit, eventually pushing the tip of my tongue in her vagina. I was thrilled to hear the love of my life being so vocal while I pleasured her. There was just one little thing. My name isn’t Robbie.
Nevertheless, I continued working Debra’s pussy. If anything, her calling out another man’s name in the throes of passion inexplicably added to the intensity of the moment! I became even more aroused when she cried out again for Robbie as she came. When she finally finished coming, and I tried to lick the juices from her sex, she put her hand to my forehead and moved it away. Her snatch was so sensitive after climax, she couldn’t stand to be touched there.
I thought about it. It wasn’t just that I was so turned that it didn’t bother me to hear my wife call out another man’s name. As I said, I was actually excited by it. Maybe it tapped into a secret desire I wasn’t even aware I had! Possibly it would have had a different effect in a nonsexual context, but in the heat of coupling, I didn’t get angry or hurt, or indignant, I got even more aroused.
Debra, apparently unaware of what she’d said, stretched out on her back with her eyes closed, her bare breasts rising and lowering with her labored breathing, her legs wide apart, trying to relax after that intense climax. I put my wet thumb to her lips. Her tongue reached out and swiped her own moisture like it was tasty syrup.
I scooted up beside her and put my head by hers on the pillow. After a few minutes, when her breathing returned to near normal, she opened her eyes and turned her head toward me and smiled. I leaned over and kissed her, then asked, “Who’s Robbie?”
The blood drained out of her face, and her eyes opened wide as saucers. She lifted her head from the pillow.
“You called me Robbie,” I said with a smile. “Who’s Robbie?”
She said I must have misunderstood, but her face told a different story. I put my hand on her cheek and, still smiling, said, “It’s okay, sweetheart. But just before you came, you cried out, ‘Oh, Robbie!’” Keeping up the smile, and speaking as cheerfully as I could, I went on: “Because you were thinking of him while we had sex, I wondered who Robbie is. I’m not angry. I just wondered.”
The possibility that my wife had a lover actually thrilled me beyond anything I expected. The sexual potential felt overwhelming, although I didn’t understand why at the moment.
The look on my wife’s face left little doubt in my mind that she’d had one of those incredibly awkward moments we all dread, when you blurt out another person’s name at a time you shouldn’t, like when you’re in the throes of sex. It could be the name of an old flame (I’ve feared doing that for years!), or someone who’s in your mind while you’re having sex with your spouse, maybe because you’re wishing that person was the one you were fucking.
Debra was shaken, I could see. I could almost hear her mind working, searching for a way to explain. It bothered her so much that I felt sorry for her, and worked equally hard to convince her I wasn’t upset, that mostly I just wanted to know who he was.
“Don’t you work with a guy named Robbie?” I asked coolly, trying to picture who it was she had been thinking of. The idea that she had been thinking of someone else while she was being eaten gave me more excitement than I would have thought possible.
She stammered through a sentence or two, trying desperately to wrap her mind around it and come up with a believable explanation. She said maybe she did, she couldn’t remember, so I jogged her memory. “Yeah, you do,” I said. “Isn’t he that tall, handsome dude with the dark hair and great body? The one the women on the faculty all gush over? Teaches fifth or sixth grade? The personable guy at your orientation.”
Her reaction made it clear that this was, in fact, the Robbie whose name she had called out in her moment of total sexual abandon.
I thought about it for a few seconds, then smiled. “Are you fucking Robbie?” I said. “Or just wanting to?” I tried to make my tone nonthreatening. I really just wanted the information. However, Debra still appeared panicky, as if she’d been caught. She put her arms around me and pulled me close, squeezing so tightly that I had to fight to get a breath. Her gripping me was a confession of sorts, but I assured her that everything was fine, that I could handle her being sexually attracted to someone else.
Her long silence made it pretty clear that Robbie played a big part in her erotic imagination. Whether she’d ever actually fucked the guy was probably irrelevant. At least I knew she wanted to so badly that during our sex he was in her thoughts to the point where it was his name on her lips, not mine.
“Tell me about him,” I whispered.
Debra held me without speaking for nearly five minutes before she eased up on her death grip.
“Is he married?” I asked.
“No,” she whispered back, at least acknowledging that he did exist, she did know him, and she had spoken his name. “At least not yet,” she added. She didn’t move or speak for another three or four minutes, and I waited. “He’s engaged to one of the high school teachers,” she said softly. “He teaches sixth grade.”
“So there is a Robbie,” I said, planting a tender kiss on my wife’s cheek, trying to reassure her that I wasn’t upset, that I understood, and that her saying his name during our sex might open up a new dimension to our relationship. “So,” I said, “does my wife have a thing for a certain sixth-grade teacher?” She answered with a soft “uh-huh,” then kissed me back. “And does the teacher have a thing for her?” I felt her nodding more than I heard an answer.
“Ever been in the book room together, alone?” I asked gently. She raised her head from the pillow and looked in my face. Her expression showed the agony of a woman being discovered by her husband while kissing her lover in the dark school storeroom, caught fucking among the books. “That must have been exciting,” I said calmly.
When we were both young, Debra and I had fallen for the fairy-tale notion that once you fall in love you’ll never be attracted to anyone else or be tempted sexually. I realized a few years into marriage that it was foolishness, a myth that only happens in the movies, isn’t very likely and certainly isn’t as much fun.
Now I found myself knowing that my wife had the hots for someone else. As a young and naive male I’d expected to be the only man Debra was attracted to, and back then I would have been devastated. But after ten years of marriage, finding out that my wife had the hots for someone else wasn’t the same. I love her, that’s for sure, and I expect that she loves me, but life isn’t as certain as we thought. Here I was, turned on by learning she had a thing for someone else—and asking her to tell me about it!
For some incredible reason that flew in the face of all we had “learned” and believed before that moment, I felt no anger, no resentment, no pain. The only thought I had, actually, was how exciting it must have been for her in that book room. I wanted to hear all about it. I wanted her description to fill my mind with images I could enjoy of them fucking.
“It was exciting,” Debra whispered, finally conceding what I already knew. She spoke so softly, I could barely hear her. She was reassured at last by my composed demeanor. I felt her relax.
“Has he kissed you?” I asked close to her ear, my heart positively pounding with anticipation.
“Yes,” she said, again softly, as if being so quiet would help me accept her infidelity.
“No matter, his name was on your mind,” I said, my voice becoming hoarse with arousal. “It all sounds very sexy, very romantic.” She didn’t answer.
After that we held each other without talking for nearly an hour. She was trying to figure out, I was sure, what I was actually thinking about her kissing and being with this man Robbie, about her calling out his name during our sex.
While I waited for whatever was to come next, I imagined my wife in the book room with a handsome male colleague fondling her, doing what males and females do when they’re horny and in a dark, secret place. I pictured them kissing in the unlighted storeroom, fondling one another as surreptitious lovers do, as she and I had done when we first began having sex in hidden places around the school when we were in college. I imagined his hand inside her panties, feeling the wet folds of her vagina with an exploring finger, making her stomach muscles tighten and taking her breath away.
Most likely, I thought, as I remembered how hot she would get with me back in the stacks on the top floor of the university library, he had at least brought her to stifled orgasms with his fingers or tongue. I pictured her pulling her skirt up around her waist, lifting her legs to give access to her pussy as she had done so many times with me back in the day. In my mind I saw her pussy lips widen, her clit flex and his cockhead push into her.
Finally, I pulled away and lifted myself up and, holding my weight on my elbows, looked down at her on the bed, her head resting on the pillow. I kissed her again.
“Have you had sex with Robbie, or just wanted to?” I asked for the second time in a little over an hour, purposely saying his name.
“Just wanted to,” she confessed quietly, an embarrassed smile curling the corners of her mouth. “He made me come once with his finger in the book room, but we’ve always been too scared to go all the way.”
“You need a colleague, an accomplice,” I said, looking down at her, my heart hammering with excitement. “You know, someone to serve as a lookout while you fuck him. Is there anyone at the school who knows, who you can trust to help out?”
She looked up at me with renewed cheerfulness. “Well, Marge knows,” she said, “but—”
To know that her friend Marge knew about her budding affair gave me an additional and unexpected charge that I didn’t understand.
“Tell her that your husband knows and wants her to help,” I said. Debra thought about it, then nodded hesitantly. For the first time in over an hour she smiled, a big, broad smile that lit up her face as she nodded. I knew she wanted to fuck Robbie so much that she would risk being discovered at school, would even chance asking a friend to help.
“Let’s meet right here, on this pillow, after you do it,” I said, “and you can tell me all about your time in the book room with your friend Robbie.” Debra smiled and nodded, her face pink and flushed, colored by her excitement at being encouraged to have sex with Robbie.
We didn’t talk about Robbie again until two nights later at dinner, when Debra said, “Can we meet tonight on the pillow?” My heart raced when I realized this meant she had something to reveal. I pictured them screwing in the book room, imagined them kissing in the dark. I said I would meet her there, then spent the rest of the evening so excited, I couldn’t wait to get into bed.
When we got there, side by side on our pillow, I left the light on and rose above her, kissed her soft lips tenderly, then asked, “Did Marge help?” Debra nodded and grinned. “So, tell me,” I pleaded. “Tell me every detail.”
Marge was thrilled to help, living vicariously through her friend’s affair, having the excitement without the risk. She stood outside the door while Debra and Robbie went inside and locked the door. But everyone in the school had a key; that was why they needed Marge. Debra said she had taken her panties off before she left to meet Robbie in the book room. Inside, she said, he dropped his pants as they began to kiss. The weight of his keys and wallet dropped them to his ankles like a sack of rocks. She lifted her skirt and jumped up, wrapping her legs around his waist, positioning his erection at her pussy, and they fucked like we did back in the day, with Marge standing guard.
Robbie came in her, and as he did, she thought how happy she was that she’d had her tubes tied the year before. He held her with his hands under her buttocks while she pushed down against his hips and the muscles of her vagina milked his balls, his cock shooting stream after stream in her. I couldn’t believe how hot it was to hear her describe their fuck session in the book room, while Marge watched outside to keep “intruders” away.
“I wouldn’t mind if you have him come here,” I said with a smile. “I’ll leave for a while, let you and Robbie have the run of the house.” She looked at me for a long time, trying to figure out why I would do that, why I would leave so she could fuck another man. “How about Saturday?” I said.
A few days after that big day in the book room, Debra began to get more relaxed with me about Robbie, telling me details of their times, their furtive touches and exchanged horny looks. It seems that their first time in the there he had helped her out of her panties, then kept them in his pocket all day while he was teaching his class. Which meant that that day my wife taught her class without wearing underwear! She confessed to me later how horny it had made her. She said she went to the ladies’ room twice to masturbate.
“My wife is having an affair,” I said smiling as we relaxed side by side in bed two days later, each of our heads on the “meeting pillow.” She smiled back and asked if I hated her. “I love you,” I said. “Sex isn’t love, but I am sure that a person can love two people at once. Do you love him?”
She shook her head, but said she liked him a lot. “Think about it,” I said. “And after he comes over this Saturday and fucks my wife here in our bed, you can tell me whether you love him or not.” She just smiled, and we both drifted off to sleep.
Those times when Robbie was at the house with Debra were the most sexually intense moments of my life. I was unbelievably aroused the entire four or five hours he was with her. I thought of them in every sexual position and situation I knew of. I pictured them kissing, imagined him with his cock in her pussy, with her pussy in his mouth, and with his erection buried deep in her lovely throat. I went over each possible scenario many times in my head, being at the verge of orgasm but holding myself off until just before it was time for me to return. I was so happy for her to be able to enjoy sex so much that I couldn’t wait to tell her I loved her and to hear every steamy detail.
The first Saturday Robbie came to our house to fuck Debra, I drove our camper van to the bluffs above the ocean, then spent the time she was with him on the bed in the back of the van or hiking down the trails to the beach. How many guys, I wondered as I strolled along the sand in bare feet, have stayed away so their wives could fuck a lover back at their house? How many guys actually felt sexually excited by the thought of another man fucking their wives? I loved to picture her pussy with his penis sliding in it. (At that time I hadn’t read letters from guys who did just that, but since that afternoon I’ve found Penthouse Letters and read with interest the many stories of couples involved in tales similar to ours.)
I asked Debra how she felt about Robbie being engaged, and how she would feel if he got married. “Oh, I like Ginny,” she said, “and I’m sure they will get married, and I do want them to be happy. I just hope she never finds out about us, because I love having sex with Robbie.” She looked at me for a long time and smiled. “Thank you for understanding,” she whispered.
We have become good friends with Robbie and Ginny, and I like being with them both, but I’m quite sure that she doesn’t know her husband and my wife have been having sex for nearly a year. Once a month, when Ginny is working in her classroom, Robbie comes over to be with Debra. I find something else to do to give them the time together, and the night after is always very good sex for Debra and me. Her mood picks up after she’s been with him, and I’m thankful for that.
Debra became much more comfortable talking about sex with Robbie, and would even tell me how much it turns her on to reveal details later of what they did. Part of that had to come from my enthusiasm for it, and she soon believed I was okay with it.
In September of the first year after I was called by another man’s name during sex with my wife, I got a phone call at work from Ginny, Robbie’s wife. She asked to meet with me after school, and I knew everything was about to hit the fan. For a few minutes after I sat down at the table with her, Ginny chatted about nothing in particular. I dreaded her announcement, knowing she was about to lower the boom on my wife and her husband, even on me for approving of it.
Instead she took a drink, looked at me over her glass, and said, “I know where Robbie goes on Saturday. I was the one who suggested that he ‘get to know’ Debra better in the book room. You see,” she said smiling, “I’ve been having an affair with a man at the high school where I work for five years. Robbie discovered it, and I suggested he get an ‘outside interest’ of his own. When he met your wife, he told me about her and said he really liked her. I told him to go for it. I love Robbie, but I was only looking for exciting sex when things started with Mike and me.”
“So the irony,” I said, “is that you and I have the same attitude about fidelity and sex and our spouses fucking.” She nodded and took another drink. “However, I’m not interested in having sex with anyone but Debra—”
“No,” Ginny interrupted, “Mike and Robbie give me all the sex I need. But I figured you knew about my husband and your wife, and I hoped you would let them continue just as they are.”
I took a drink, raised my glass and said, “We’re in agreement.” I took a drink and reached for her hand. She said she, like me, thought the world of Debra, and loved her husband and their marriage, but she said she needs lots of sex.
The next time Debra and I had a meeting on our pillow after one of her Saturdays with Robbie, I told her about Ginny’s affair, and said I thought she and Robbie should fuck in the back of his pickup truck. “But he doesn’t have a camper shell,” she said with an intrigued smile.
“That’s what would make it exciting,” I said. The reality, I began to realize, was that I was living vicariously through my wife’s affair. The excitement of their fucking in bizarre places yielded hours of pleasure for me, both listening about it and reliving it in my head.
Debra and Robbie did go on a trip in his pickup, and when we met back at our pillow the night she returned, I got a detailed account of the sex they had on the side of the country road in the back of his truck.
Now it’s five-thirty Wednesday and Debra isn’t back from work. I’m pretty sure Robbie is plowing into her pussy as I write this. When she gets home, we will have dinner, watch a little television, chat about our days at school, then meet back at our pillow to talk about her afternoon with her lover.
I wonder if they worked up enough nerve to turn off the lights and fuck in one of their darkened classrooms. I’d love to hear that he fucked her while she bent over her desk, or ate her out while she sat on the counter with her panties off and her legs up, knees apart and a hand on the top of his head as she came in his mouth. Maybe while I eat her pussy tonight she’ll tell me all about how she blew him on the rug where the children meet for show-and-tell every morning!
—E.G., Tacoma, Washington
During the past several years, my wife has become highly active sexually and quite an exhibitionist. Much of this has been with my full support. I get really turned on watching Regina flirt with and then fuck other men. I video her sporadically with her lovers for our joint viewing pleasure.
She likes giving me a running commentary about how much she enjoys the sex and enjoys being able to be so uninhibited without jeopardizing our relationship. Then we have terrific sex sessions where I benefit from all the techniques she has developed and she gets so horny that she easily climaxes repeatedly while I play with her using my cock, hands and various sex toys.
It wasn’t always this way. Although Regina and I have always had a healthy sex life, for a long time we were committed to a monogamous relationship. She also usually dressed fairly conservatively, with the exception of a fondness for sexy lingerie. She has never had a problem with her weight, and since she’s always exercised regularly, she has succeeded in keeping her figure in fine shape.
Now at 45 she still weighs close to her college weight of 115 pounds, which is well distributed on her five-foot-four-inch frame. Her breasts did go up a cup size with the birth of our two daughters. She was always proud of her flat stomach, her shapely legs, her tight but rounded ass and her still surprisingly erect C-cup breasts. Yet in public she usually was quite modest. The one exception was that she always felt comfortable in a bikini or two-piece bathing suit. Apart from that, only rarely would she show cleavage or wear a skirt well above her knees or really tight jeans, notwithstanding my urging that she show off her body more.
The turning point was three years ago, after our younger daughter went off to college. It was a warm early-fall day and Regina was sunbathing by the swimming pool in our back yard, wearing a bikini. During the warm months she usually shaves all her pubic hair so it doesn’t stick out or bulge when she puts on her swimsuit.
I was away on a business trip. It was late afternoon and Regina had drunk a few gin and tonics while relaxing by the pool. She’s not a heavy drinker. In fact, most of the time she drinks very little. When she does drink, she gets really horny. As she told me the story, she was feeling really good in the warm sun, and a bit tired. She began to play with herself on her lounge chair, but before she made herself climax, she heard the doorbell ring.
Somewhat befuddled, she got up and answered the door. She forgot to put on her robe, so she opened the door wearing just her bikini, which showed a considerable amount of her breasts and didn’t cover much of her ass and cunt. It was her skimpiest bikini, which she usually wore only when she was alone or with me in our own back yard.
It was two young guys, who turned out to know our younger daughter slightly. They were attending the local college and had come by to see if she was home. They apparently had been at our house for a party some time ago and didn’t know that our daughter had gone back east for college. Feeling a bit groggy and not remembering that she was nearly naked, Regina was startled by the way the good-looking young guys were looking at her while they explained who they were.
Rather than just turn them away, she thought she should be polite and so invited them in, then for some unknown reason asked if they wanted to join her by the pool for a few drinks. These were two 18-year-old guys, who as Regina commented were quite the young hunks. Not surprisingly, they readily accepted her invitation.
Ignoring that they were underage she poured them each a stiff gin and tonic and made another for herself. She said they began by just chitchatting by the pool. She was in a lounge chair and they were in two straight pool chairs facing her. As they talked, she found herself moving her hands up and down her thighs, even occasionally touching her vagina area through the thin bikini bottom material.
She saw that both young studs had developed erections. Looking at them, and having been interrupted while bring ing herself to climax, she couldn’t take it any longer. She wound up saying that her husband was out of town and she was incredibly horny and wanted them both to fuck her.
Regina got up out of the lounge chair and proceeded to pull down their zippers and alternately give them both blowjobs. I always marveled that in our own sexual practices she had few limits. She was exquisite at giving blowjobs, liked being fucked in different po sitions and welcomed anal intercourse. I often daydreamed about her getting it on with multiple lovers, but she never seemed interested.
Eventually, she led the guys to our bedroom, where they spent the next several hours having heavy sex. She blew them, fucked each of them individually and had them both penetrate her at the same time. She said she must have come three or four times. Being so young, they came back to life quickly after shooting a load.
Finally the guys were spent, but Regina still wanted more sex. So she asked them if they had some friends that might want to come over a bit later to keep her company. They said, “For sure,” and said they would come back in a few hours with a couple of friends.
In the meantime Regina showered and had something to eat, but she also had a few more drinks. She has a sundress that’s especially revealing—cut low in the front and back and high on her legs—which she put on without any underwear. When the guys rang the bell, she was ready for them.
There were four of them. One was a black kid. She didn’t waste any time. She poured them drinks, then took them to our bedroom. She said that the room still smelled from the sex of the earlier session. She hadn’t changed the sheets, which were come-stained. She said she spent the next four hours with the young studs. The black kid had an especially big cock that really stretched her. She couldn’t believe she could do that much blowing and fucking, but all she wanted that night was to come off again and again and milk these guys for all the come possible. When they left, about one in the morning, she was exhausted.
Since I wasn’t due home for another few days, she told them to come back each of the next couple of evenings. What surprised her was that all the fucking didn’t make her feel too sore. Her cunt lips were red and swollen, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. During the day she felt sexy and horny almost the entire time. So much so that she went out and bought some extremely revealing clothes. Altogether, she thinks in those three days she was fucked some where around 45 times.
When Regina told me what had happened, I got incredibly turned on. We wound up having fantastic sex, the best ever for both of us. In part for me it was because she kept talking about how she just wanted to fuck all the time and how she felt now that all her inhibitions had vanished.
I said that whatever she wanted to do was fine with me and that I never understood why someone with a sex drive like hers had previously been so hesitant to get it on with other men. What particularly got me hot was that she hoped that I wouldn’t mind if she brought guys home. She said I could watch if I wanted.
To celebrate Regina’s new persona as a sexual predator, we decided to take a long weekend trip to Las Vegas. For the plane ride she wore an incredibly revealing sundress with high-heel sandals. She put some thong panties on underneath, and that was it!
Did she get stares in the airport! From just about everyone, and she glowed in return. She was thrilled that in her 40s she was able to get that much attention. For those few days she had brought a skimpy bikini, little in the way of underwear, a see-through negligee, a very short skirt and halter top, and a tiny black evening dress that was short and backless and revealed much of her breasts.
On the plane we wound up sitting next to a rugged-looking guy I figured to be maybe in his early 20s. Regina, sitting in the middle, quickly struck up a conversation with him. He said he was meeting a number of former college buddies for a one-year reunion since graduation. She gave him her cell number and said he should feel free to call her if they wanted some older female companionship.
The young hunk looked over at me, and Regina told him her husband likes her to have fun any way she desires. She put his hand on her thighs and, as she told me later, moved it up so the guy could feel the wetness of her sweet spot.
Sure enough, she got a phone call, but she didn’t get together with her new friend and his buddies until our second night. Meanwhile, we arrived in late after noon. After we checked in, Regina insisted that we have sex before doing anything else. The plane ride and sitting next to the young stud had really gotten her horny.
She dressed for dinner in her little black dress and didn’t bother wearing any underwear. In the restaurant we had a really sexy waiter who kept coming over to us and couldn’t stop himself from looking down at her breasts. She also didn’t hesitate to spread her legs every now and then so that anyone who was looking in her direction in that very short dress was sure to get a look at her bare pussy.
After dinner I said I wanted to play some poker. Regina said she would just walk around the casino some and see if anything or anyone interested her. I played poker for about a half-hour but had a difficult time concentrating, thinking about what she was up to. So I cut my losses and went looking for her. I found her at the craps table. To my surprise she was rolling the dice, with an older guy standing next to her.
I watched from afar. It was clear that the older guy was doing the betting, and from what I could tell he was doing quite well. Regina wound up throwing the dice for about ten minutes. The guy looked like he must have won at least 10,000. No fool, he took his winnings off the table. Then I saw him escort Regina to the bar, where there was a lounge singer.
She passed me and gave me a sly wink. I followed, and wound up sitting at a table right next to her and her new friend. She and I didn’t acknowledge that we knew each other. I watched as she put her hand on the guy’s thigh. They ordered drinks. He put his hand on her thigh. She didn’t resist when he then moved the hand up her thigh and under her skirt. He did show some surprise, though, when he discovered that she wasn’t wearing panties.
I couldn’t quite hear what they were saying, but he must have assumed that she was either a hooker or a wild wife enjoying a bit of Las Vegas freedom. After about a half-hour he got up and left the lounge area. Regina quickly came over to me and said he wanted to take her up to his room and had offered her 2000 to spend the night with him! She said she had agreed. If she was going to be sexually uninhibited, why not go all the way and get paid for it?
I told her I’d see her in the morning.
Regina came back to our room at about six in the morning, totally disheveled. She appeared to have come on her face, her makeup had run, and when she slipped into bed she had additional come dripping from her cunt and ass. All she said was that the guy and his friends were quite the party type and she had made 4000.
That evening turned out to be a turning point for Regina. The previous week she had simply been promiscuous now she was a whore in the literal sense of the term.
Exhausted, Regina slept most of the day. I wound up playing a round of golf. When I got back, she had showered and was ready for the evening. She had used some of the money she made to buy herself another revealing evening dress, kind of silver, and cut to leave little to the imagination. She said she had arranged to get together with her young friend from the plane and his friends. She had told him it would cost them, though.
Regina and I had dinner together, and then she was off for her rendezvous. Again she got home the next morning about six. This time she was all aglow. She said that there were four of them and they kept going for eight hours. She couldn’t believe their skill and their endurance. She said that she must have come half a dozen times. One of them had gotten lucky playing poker, so they came up with her now- 5000-a-night charge.
Again Regina slept most of the day. When I woke her up late in the afternoon she gave me a big smile, pulled down my pants and gave me a loving blowjob. She said that we would spend that evening together. She bought herself yet another sexy dress. All through dinner she flirted with the waiter, the hunk from our first night. The upshot was that she arranged for him to come to our room after he got off work.
She said it was time for me to see her in action. At half past ten we heard a knock on the door. It was the waiter, bearing a bottle of wine. Regina had put on her see-through negligee. We sat down and shared the wine.
Regina explained that she had only recently discovered her insatiable sexuality and she wanted me to see her get fucked by someone else to make sure I was all right with her new way of acting. The waiter said he had no problem performing with me watching, and added that he rather frequently fulfilled requests to fuck female guests while the husbands watched.
Regina proceeded to pull down the young stud’s pants. I couldn’t believe how skillfully and easily she handled and then took in his cock. He fucked her in her cunt and exploded inside her, with her screaming how good his beautiful dick felt. After he climaxed, he stopped and chatted with me for a while while Regina lay on the bed playing with herself. She pouted and said she needed more.
The waiter went over and began to lick his come from her cunt while he played with her clit. He scooped up enough of his come to coat his dick and a finger, which he began to work into her asshole. Then he substituted his cock for his finger. Regina was soon screaming even louder than before. Her body was like an exploding volcano, and after a while he shot another load up her ass. Then they hugged for a while, and she gave him some deep kisses.
Once he left, Regina asked if I would play with her some. I was extraordinarily hot and horny, and wound up fucking her in the ass, which was still full of come and fairly wide open. She fell asleep in my arms telling me how much she loved me.
Regina is now in the sex business. We make tapes of her with different lovers, which people can subscribe to see over the Internet. She’s on call as a high-end escort several nights a week. She also likes to have sex just for fun. She has seduced pretty much all of our male friends, and she regularly makes herself available to young guys from 18 into their early 20s.
As I said in the beginning, we still have great sex together too. I was worried what our daughters would think, but Regina tells me not to worry, that they are both truly their mother’s daugh ters.—F.A., Las Vegas, Nevada
I’ve enjoyed reading Penthouse Letters ever since my husband brought home the first issue published we’ve never missed an issue since. I wish to thank you for proving to me I wasn’t sexually unstable because of my need for new relationships even though I was a happily married woman.
Penthouse Letters also reassured me that my husband wasn’t a closet homosexual because of his intense desire to be with me after I’ve bedded another man. Casey always wanted me to come straight to him so I could give him what he called “sloppy seconds.” I was rarely giving him “seconds,” though. Only when there was a great danger that we might get caught would I leave a lover before he’d had seconds or more! of my horny pussy.
I’ve had guys with very small cocks comment on how tight my pussy was, and I’ve entertained very large cocks without a problem, except that it always seemed to end too soon! I’ve never had a cock I didn’t truly enjoy, but I do like them to be at least six or seven inches, a comfortable size for me.
I love to fuck a lot. Both my husband and I knew this from the early weeks of our marriage, and ours became a half-open marriage, since Casey had no desire for other women but craved my fresh-fucked pussy and hearing all the little dirty details.
It seems that in every letter I’ve read, everything works smooth as glass for the people involved. I’ve shared some times of my own where things all fell into place—you know, his thing into my place. I’ve decided to share one of the times when they didn’t.
I know one obvious tip-off that a letter is made up is where a couple claims to “own a business together.” You’d think half the married couples in the world “own a business together.” Well, Casey and I actually do! He takes care of the manufacturing while I run the office staff. This puts me in contact with many of our customers, most of whom are married men from another city or state that I have a lot of fun leading on. I can easily negotiate a contract by flashing a quick glimpse of my full breasts or one up my skirt. But I only tease these men, because fucking them would make me feel like a real whore, and I don’t fuck for money. But this also turns me on and puts me on the prowl for a new cock to pleasure me.
One day I was working with a guy we did a lot of work for. Due to setup costs, we’d lost considerable money on his last contract. Now he was in town trying to renew the contract, but I was determined to make up some of our losses on the renewal. I spent all morning with him but got nowhere, even though I’d flashed my bra-encased tits and my white panties more than once.
As lunchtime drew near, I told him we would have to continue after I got back, that I was meeting another client for lunch, but my husband would be taking him to lunch. I relished the look of disappointment on his face when I buzzed Casey to come in.
Casey took him, and I went to lunch with a couple of girls from the office. I was a little late getting back, and my client was waiting in my office. I’d ruffled my hair a little, wiped most of my lipstick off and rubbed my neck until it was flushed on each side. My client didn’t miss any of the picture I’d carefully painted. He stood as I entered and remained standing as I sat down. This gave him an unobstructed view up my skirt, revealing that my panties were missing. I knew he could see my pubic hair and my long inner labia. I’d made sure they were extended from my vagi na when I removed my panties, giving me a just-fucked look down there.
By half past three I had a signed contract, making out even better than I’d planned! The client was so intent on checking out my pussy and getting me to agree to go to lunch with him the next time he was in town that we’d closed the deal before he realized my bra was missing too. God, how I love the power my pussy gives me! Twenty minutes after the guy left, Casey turned the shop over to the foreman and I turned my half of the operation over to my office manager, and then we were off to celebrate!
While we were enjoying a drink at our favorite bar, I told my husband about teasing our client and about how bad I needed some cock. We had sat at the bar instead of taking a table like we usually do, because it was early and the place was nearly empty. We were just ordering a second drink when our friend Dave came in. Casey invited him to sit down, promising we’d buy him a drink. He took a stool next to me, which didn’t surprise me since I’d flirted with him a lot, even though I was 15 years younger than he.
We’d known Dave for several years but had seen much more of him since he was divorced, six months earlier. He was a handsome hunk of a guy, only about five feet ten but built like a bear, with a huge chest and arms as large as Casey’s thighs. I pictured him having a ten-inch cock. I had told Casey I would love to be the woman to bring him out of his post-divorce blues.
His ex-wife was a fortune hunter who had left him defensive about getting involved with anyone else. He confided in Casey one day when I wasn’t there that he hadn’t had a woman in nearly two years and was thinking about going to Nevada, where he could buy what he needed and wouldn’t have to worry about feeling like there was another gold digger in his bed. This fed my fantasies about fucking him and led to some hot sex with Casey.
We had several drinks while talking with Dave, until Casey got a call from work. A line had gone down and they couldn’t get it up again. I was having a good time and was disappointed when he said he had to go back to work for a while. He saw this and told me to stay, and said if Dave would keep me company until he got back, we’d be happy to buy him dinner. Dave said it would be his pleasure to keep the wolves away from me until Casey got back.
Dave didn’t waste much time taking my flirting to another level. Shortly after Casey left, his hand found my thigh, and he rubbed it gently right below the hem of my short skirt. He asked how long I’d been married and I told him four years. Then he asked if I was just a big flirt or was I a woman who fooled around on her husband?
I lied, saying I’d thought about it but hadn’t ever gotten up the courage to do anything. Continuing to lie, I said I was a virgin when I met Casey and he was the only man I’d ever let touch me other than one guy who’d felt my breasts before I met him. I told him truthfully that I love sex, but lied again when I said I wondered if I’d missed out by marrying so young.
Dave said I was a beautiful young woman and he often thought about me, and sometimes those thoughts were very naughty. We were sitting at the short end of the bar, with one guy sitting on the other side of Dave, and he was deeply into conversation with a woman around the corner, so I didn’t protest when Dave started to inch his hand higher. I hadn’t put my panties back on before leaving the office, know ing it would really make Casey hot when he saw for himself that I’d shown our client just what my pussy looked like.
Now Dave’s hand was getting very near my pussy without any protection. I pushed his hand away, saying I needed to use the ladies’ room, which I actu ally did. After I peed, when I wiped my pussy I found it was juicy as a ripe peach! I took the opportunity to put my panties back on, so I could let Dave feel me up and not know that I was wild enough to go pantyless in public.
When I got back, the other couple was gone, leaving Dave and me all alone at that end of the bar. He took advantage of our privacy to quickly slip a hand up my skirt all the way to my already-soaked panty crotch. He had a very soft touch, almost featherlike, as his fingers traced the lips of my hot cunt and located my swollen clitoris pressing against the cotton fabric. If I could have, I would have fucked him right there on the bar stool, but that was out of the question.
While he continued stroking me, he told me he’d forgotten how slick and juicy a young woman’s pussy could get. He said that for the last five years he was sexually active he had to use K”‘Y jelly to have sex, which he found disgusting. “But you feel so hot and natural,” he said. He told me to feel him, because he was erect for the first time in ages. As I reached to feel him, I saw Casey walk back in the door. I said, “Husband,” and Dave quickly withdrew his hand. By the time my husband got to us, we were talking innocently.
The next day Dave called me at work and asked me to meet him the next week in another town, where he could make love to me all afternoon. I told him I would love to, if I could think of an excuse to get away, and promised to call him back the next day.
The reality was that I only had to ask Casey if I could do it, and he would make a plan for me!
I called Dave and said I would meet him at a particular bar the next day at noon. My story was that I had put Casey on a plane to go to a business meeting, and I was to pick him up that evening at nine, giving Dave and me about nine hours.
He was waiting when I walked in wear ing a short pleated skirt and white blouse with bra, panties, garter belt and hose, feeling as sexy as I looked, just knowing I was in for an afternoon of fucking. I’d even had my husband give my abundant growth of pussy hair a scissor trim so I looked neat for my soon-to-be older lover. Casey couldn’t get enough of me the night before, knowing I’d be bringing him his favorite kind of pussy the next night.
I had douched myself thoroughly so I was fresh for Dave. I felt my pussy but ter up before I even reached the bar stool beside him. He ordered me a drink and said he’d ordered two lunches to go. He had his hand up my skirt and was touching the wet gusset of my panties before my drink was put in front of me. A man sitting on Dave’s right watched as he felt me up. It kind of excited me having this stranger watch Dave feel me up and know he was about to get in my pants.
By the time we finished our drinks, our lunches came, so I went potty while Dave settled up and bought a bottle of vodka. When I wiped my pussy, I was as slick and juicy as I’d ever been. God, was I ever ready to fuck this man!
He’d already booked a room at a motel, so we headed straight for the room. I knew a thousand eyes were watching me walk around the corner and halfway down the walkway before we found the room. After all, I did know people in this town. In fact, my parents had recently moved there!
Then the key wouldn’t unlock the damn door! Dave set the bags with our food and booze down and said to wait there while he went to the office.
He had just rounded the corner when a woman came walking toward me from the other direction. I about died! She looked just like my mother’s friend Virginia! She smiled as she drew nearer, and I just knew it was Virginia. Then I realized that she was a stranger, but by then I was so frightened, I was shaking and about to pee down my leg. The stranger nodded and said hello as she passed.
Thank God, I saw Dave coming. As soon as he had the door open, I dashed to the bathroom to relieve myself. I couldn’t believe how my pussy had dried up, drawing my long labia in. Just minutes before at the bar they had been fully extended and dripping with pussy juice!
When I finished in the bathroom, Dave had spread out our lunch and fixed us a drink. Both of us were too nervous to eat much, so I put most of the food in the small refrigerator while Dave used the bathroom. When he came out, I walked into his arms and kissed him for the first time—a long, sensuous kiss that left me breathless—while he walked me slowly backwards to the king-size bed. When the backs of my legs touched the bed, I spun around and turned the covers down.
I walked to the other side of the bed, then began to undress. I removed my blouse and skirt, then unhooked my garters and removed my stockings one at a time. Dave’s eyes never left me. He stripped to his briefs, then watched as I reached back to unhook my bra and shrugged my shoulders so it slipped off me and fell to the floor, leaving me stand ing before him in just my tiny pink bikini panties, barely big enough to conceal my bush.
I slipped under the sheet, suddenly feeling shy being nearly naked with a man almost as old as my father. I was actually trembling! Dave joined me in bed and took me in his arms. While he kissed me passionately, his big hand found my left breast and tweaked the nipple until it was hard. We continued to kiss and caress one another, our hands finding their way into each other’s underwear.
Dave’s cock was very warm. It was thick, but only about six inches long and only half-hard, a far cry from the throbbing hard ten-incher I’d visualized. I raised my ass to allow him to slip my panties down, giving him free access to my cunt. His fingers moved lightly over my tight, dry vagina. I wasn’t lubricating not one drop of my normally copious cunt juice seeped through my clenched vagina lips.
I was wildly aroused mentally, and wanted desperately to feel Dave’s cock in my pussy. However, he remained just the way I’d found him: firm, but nowhere near fully erect.
While Dave was kissing my neck, I quickly transferred a mouthful of saliva to my pussy, making it wet down there, then urged him to “put it in.” He got on his knees and squeezed his cock at the base trying to get it hard enough to push in my snatch. He tried and tried, but it just wouldn’t go in past my lips. He worked the head back and forth between my lips for a short time and then ejaculated on those lips!
Later I talked to my doctor about this, saying that my husband had been unable to enter me one night. He asked if I was upset or nervous about something, and I said I’d been very nervous earlier. He said I’d had a case of vaginismus. That’s the involuntarily tightening and dryness of the vagina, sometimes accompanied by painful spasms, all from a nervous reaction.
I thought Dave’s semen would lubricate me, but it seemed to vanish, leaving my box dry as before. He tried four more times but couldn’t penetrate me. It was really frustrating, because I wanted to be fucked so bad! I felt so inadequate that at one point I broke into tears. I’d wanted to give Dave a wonderful time, and I was undoubtedly the worst lay he’d ever had.
When I cried, he held me close and said it was okay, he wouldn’t ever forget this day. He said he knew I was very upset, and it was his fault for making me cheat on Casey. He said we should get dressed and eat before I had to pick him up. I still couldn’t eat much by then my stomach was upset. Before we left, while he used the bathroom. I slipped the room key in my purse, with the idea of bringing Casey back here to make love to me. I couldn’t face the hour-plus drive home before I could be with the man I loved.
Dave left the booze, not wanting to be driving home with an open bottle. I planned to see to it that it wouldn’t all go home with the maid! He dropped me at my car and said, “Thank you for everything, Carol. Let’s pretend this day didn’t happen and just be friends. What do you say?”
I said I did want to be his friend, but I didn’t want him telling all his buddies I’m a bum fuck, because I wasn’t usually like that. I added that I was sorry it turned out like it did.
Dave looked up at me, then pulled me down for a brief kiss. He said gently, “Friends don’t kiss and tell. I would never say a word to anyone.”
I watched as Dave drove away, then drove to the bar where my husband was waiting. I directed him to the motel and led him to the room. He hadn’t said much, sensing something was wrong. After I’d mixed us drinks, he took me in his arms and gave me a familiar long, loving kiss that sent tingling pulses to my pussy. When our lips finally parted, I whispered, “Please make love to me, honey. I need you now more than I’ve ever needed you.”
I stood quietly as Casey stripped me naked. Then I lay across the rumpled bed and raised my legs and spread them to expose my pussy. He leaned down and looked closely at my snatch, then asked, “Did you douche?” I shook my head, then proceeded to tell him what happened. He went down on me until we both were too aroused to wait, then moved to mount me, slipping six and a half inches of really hard cock in my thankfully slick cunt, penetrating me so easily, it was just like nature intended us to mate. I was so relieved to feel him fill my cunt with meat that orgasm overtook me before I realized it. It was one of my super-strong releases. I clung to my husband as I felt his hot semen saturate my vagina.
We made slow, leisurely love again before falling asleep in each other’s arms. I woke Casey twice in the night to screw me, and he woke me once to get still another piece of my ass.
After that we often saw Dave in the bar and had cocktails with him. He never acted as if we’d been together. He was always a gentleman, and treated me like a lady should be treated.
About two months after my tryst with Dave, I went to the bar to meet my husband, who was on his way. Dave was there, and offered to buy me a drink. I sat down with him. Casey showed up a few minutes later, but almost as soon as he sat down was called back to the shop. I told him I was going to finish my drink and go home to start dinner.
After he left, Dave said I should stop by his place to look at the new stud horse he’d just bought. I love horses, and I had to drive past his place on the way home anyway, so I said I would, but said he should leave first so no one would talk about us leaving together. He left, saying to several of us, “I’ll see you guys another day.” I waited 15 minutes, then left myself. On the road, before turning into Dave’s drive I looked up the road ahead of me and also in my rear-view mirror. I parked behind a shed, out of sight of passing cars.
Before I shut the engine off, Dave was at my car opening my door. We walked out to his barn, where the horses were standing in their stalls. Dave’s new stud was a tall bay, a blaze-faced beauty, and very interested in the mare in the next stall! While I looked at him, his dick dropped from its sheath, becoming fully erect before my startled eyes. I had never seen a horse get an erection before. It was huge, like three feet long, with a yellowish cream dripping from the softball-size head.
My cunt instantly buttered up, but I acted as if it was something I saw every day. I told Dave that he was a great-looking horse, then said I’d better get on home to fix dinner.
As we walked toward my car, Dave asked if I didn’t have time to have a quick drink before I went. I decided there wasn’t any harm in one drink, so we went to his house, where he mixed us cocktails. We sat on the sofa about three feet apart, talking and sipping our drinks until I finished mine. As I was set ting my glass down, I said, “I really better get going.”
Before I could stand up, Dave had grabbed me around the waist and pulled me into an embrace, giving me one of the most passionate kisses that I had ever received. His hand found my nylon-covered pussy, which was still wet from my encounter with the horse’s cock. His gentle rubbing set fire to my loins and made my nipples swell and my body throb with desire to be made love to. He lifted me onto his lap and continued to kiss me and feel me up until I was putty in his hands.
He carried me into a small bedroom and laid me on a twin bed. He flipped my skirt up to my waist and took hold of both my pantyhose and my panties and pulled them down. He got them off my right leg but left them dangling on the left foot. I pulled my legs high and spread them wide in the good old missionary position, giving him easy access to my cunt.
His eyes never left my pussy as he dropped his pants and shorts. His cock was standing tall and hard above his large balls. I felt my labia spreading, revealing a pink inner chamber from which drops of juice dripped. As he dropped between my thighs, I held my arms up to him. His cockhead nosed into my entrance. He sank in to his balls in one easy stroke, filling me with a cock that was a little longer and thicker than Casey’s beauty. We looked in each other’s eyes as he fucked me hard and fast for no more than about 90 seconds before he groaned loudly and his jism jetted into my cunt.
Dave recovered quickly and fucked the daylights out of me, sending me spiraling into orgasm twice before filling me with another load. He wanted me to stay, but I said I had to get home before Casey, but I would try to come back real soon. He watched me pull my panties up over my dripping pussy and stuff my hose in my purse. He walked me to my car and said he would clean out his garage so that next time I could hide my car. We kissed and thanked each other. I told him I’d really enjoyed fucking him. He assured me he’d never had any better sex than we just had, even though it was very quick.
When I arrived home, Casey was already there. The minute I walked in, he said, “You just fucked Dave, didn’t you?” Dinner was forgotten until Casey had gotten his fill of my creamy just-used pussy.
Dave was my lover for the next 12 years, until he moved away. After our initial honeymoon period of about six months, during which I fucked him a couple of times a week, it slowed to about once every three weeks. My pussy always got very slick and creamy for that beautiful cock of his. After he moved, we got together once or twice a year when he came back to visit friends.
Dave never knew I had other lovers too. Only my husband knew who I was fucking, because I was able to tell him anything, thanks to Penthouse Letters showing us that we weren’t a couple of perverts but two adults who truly enjoyed our sex life, since I was lucky enough to have such an understanding husband.—C.H., Burbank, California
Recently my husband invited me to come along to a weeklong seminar he was attending. Though he would have meetings all day, the venue was near a beach, so I could take advantage of that, and we’d have the evenings together.
I should explain that my husband and I were both raised in strict religious households, and dated for two years before we were married. For 12 years of married life we remained traditional in all aspects, including sex, which we had about twice a week—always in our bed, always in missionary position.
The first day, after my husband left in the morning I made my way down to the beach. Naturally I was wearing a modest one-piece swimsuit. The only complication is that my chest is, shall we say, extremely well-developed. Normally I wear baggy clothing to obscure it, but I’ve never found a swimsuit modest enough to hide the truth. I got hit on a lot when I wore this suit when I was single, but I figured now that I was older and married, it should be safe.
I laid out my towel and began to read my book. I hadn’t been there a half-hour when a couple of young guys, 18 or 19, walked up and asked if I minded company. Before I could answer, they set their towels down, one on each side of me. There were plenty of other places for them to park themselves, but I felt that telling them so would be rude, so I accepted their presence silently.
They introduced themselves as Jude and Randy, and said they just graduated high school. They were 18! Jude’s dad was attending the same seminar as my husband, and had invited his son and his best friend along to enjoy them selves before starting college in the fall. While we chatted, the guys checked me out openly. That surprised me, since I was so much older than them. In time they went from simple ogling to becoming very suggestive in their remarks. I went out of my way to mention that I’m married. It didn’t faze them at all.
Randy asked me if I could put lotion on his back. When I asked him why Jude couldn’t do it, he said he was uncomfortable with a guy touching him, especially when there was a beautiful woman who could do it. The flattery made me blush, but it made sense, so I rubbed the lotion on him. Then he asked me to do his front. When I suggested it was obviously already oiled, he assured me that it wasn’t! It seemed silly to argue, so I did as he requested. I couldn’t fail to notice the contrast between his tightly muscled torso and my husband’s doughy body.
Of course Jude wanted the same treatment, so I did him as well. Once I was finished, I laid back down, on my stomach. I had barely closed my eyes when something wet hit my back. It turned out Randy was pouring lotion on me! I told him I’d already put some on, but he insisted most of it had worn off and needed replacing. Since he was already rubbing it in, I let him continue.
While he did that, Jude poured some lotion on my legs and rubbed that in. I couldn’t seem to manage a protest as the two pairs of hands ran all over my exposed skin. Oh, I knew I should have stopped them, but it really did feel good, and I remained silent, still disbelieving that guys of their age would be so bold with a married woman of my age.
After several hours of their attention I finally came up with an excuse to leave, namely that it was time for lunch. They said that was a great idea! They would eat with me, and even pay for my lunch! When I explained that I intended just to cook something in the condo we were staying in, they said that would be even bet ter! They said they bet my cook ing skills rivaled my beauty. Well, after that, I could hardly refuse them!
After I served the guys lunch in the condo, we went back outside, where they were more suggestive than ever. After a couple more hours, I told them I was calling it a day, explaining that my husband would return soon. It was the first time they left my side all day.
I was really looking forward to my husband’s return, since all that inappropriate behavior had left me in a state of excitement. I couldn’t remember being this aroused in a very long while. Unfortunately, my husband didn’t get back until late. It turned out that he’d been invited for drinks after the seminar and lost all track of the time. Once we were in bed, I tried talking him into having sex, but he said he didn’t feel like it. He passed out within minutes, leaving me frustrat ed and horny.
After he left the next morning, I went down to the beach, and had barely put my towel down when my guys showed up, settling in next to me as though they had been given an open invitation. With out even bothering to ask, they began to oil me up, and I didn’t protest. I told myself they’d already done it once, so it was no big deal, even if the feeling of their hands on my body aroused me still more than before. After that they flirted with me worse than ever. My thoughts became totally inappropriate.
Given the effect the guys had on me, I decided to get some distance from them. I came up with the idea of telling them I had to go pick up a few things—the threat of shopping always keeps my husband at home! The guys surprised me by saying that was fine, since there were items they wanted to buy too they even volunteered to drive me around! Since they were being so gracious, how could I not agree?
We didn’t travel far, as Jude pulled up at a surf shop. Well, I needed more suntan lotion, so I had no objection. However, the guys led me to the back, where the women’s swimsuits were, and started rifling through them. When I asked what they were doing, they said they were picking out a new bikini for me. I asked what was wrong with the swimsuit I had on. Jude said that with a body as outstanding as mine, I should be showing it off rather than hiding it. Then he handed me a small two-piece bikini I would never have dreamed of wearing. I told them as much, but they were so insistent that I agreed to try it on, telling myself there was no harm in seeing what it looked like on me.
As I went in the dressing room, the store clerk must have picked up on my unease, but she misinterpreted it and assured me that it was quite common nowadays for a woman to come in with a younger man—though rarely two at the same time! I stammered something about the young men being friends of my son. She gave me a sly wink and said, “They frequently are.”
I darted into the changing room, so distracted that before I knew it I had the bikini on. Looking in the mirror, I was stunned to see how skimpy it was. I had never shown so much skin in my life. Nervously, I made my way out and let the guys see it. They wolf-whistled and insisted I spin around, which I did. They were checking me out like I was a piece of meat— and for some reason it sent a thrill through me!
The guys picked out a second suit for me to try on. This time I went to the changing room without protest. Now if I thought the first suit was revealing, this one put it to shame! It was little more than a collection of strings and a few patches of cloth. The top covered half of what the last bikini did. It was a good thing I shave myself bare, because for sure some hair would have stuck out the bottom. The back was just a string the way it rode into my ass crack made me almost appear naked. It was positively indecent, and I should have taken it off, but instead I emerged from the changing room again. This time the guys were practically drooling—and I spun around without being asked.
The guys were all for me trying more suits on, but I summoned the resolve to call an end to it. Although they tried to change my mind, I said trying on the two suits was plenty for me. The next thing I knew, Jude was handing the sales clerk his credit card! While I tried my darnedest to figure a way out of the situation, she rang up the sale—smirking! Well, it wasn’t like I asked them, or was going to wear the suits or anything, though I saw no reason to disappoint the guys by telling them so.
We hit a few more shops before returning to the beach. There I reminded the guys my husband was due back soon. They smiled and said they’d see me tomorrow. Jude even gave me a kiss good-bye. I was so shocked that I didn’t protest, not even when Randy did the same, his hand brushing my ass as he did it.
To my shame, their actions once again turned me on, and I found myself wishing my husband would return so we could have sex. But once again he stayed out late, and this time showed up drunk! I got him in bed, but despite my best efforts he passed out before I could get him to fuck me. I was angry at him for leaving me in the lurch, and when I finally went to sleep, the dreams I had were very erotic, with Jude and Randy in the starring roles.
After my husband left the next morning, I didn’t know what to do. While I was still wondering, there was a knock on the door. I figured my husband had for gotten something, but when I opened the door, there stood Jude and Randy! I was dumbstruck as they entered. As Jude kissed me, Randy lifted my shirt and undid my bra, freeing my breasts, which he began to feel up, saying, “They look even better than I thought.”
Naturally, Jude had to check them out as well, and soon I had two pairs of hands fondling my breasts. The guys went from feeling me up to sucking on my nipples. Having two virile young men working on my tits at the same time left me trembling.
Jude broke off his attention to my breasts and began stripping me. He had me naked in seconds. I assumed we were going to the bedroom to have sex, but instead he led me over to the kitchen counter and bent me over it. My breasts were pressed against the cool tile and my ass was sticking out, pointed right at him. I couldn’t believe it—I was about to have sex somewhere other than in a bed! I was startled how much the thought excited me.
I heard Jude removing his clothes, and turned my head to look. My eyes widened at the sight of his cock. The only one I had ever seen was my husband’s five-incher, so in my mind they were all about that size. Jude dispelled that notion, being a couple of inches longer and much thicker around. I didn’t think I could accommodate something so big, but before I could say anything, Jude grabbed my hips and worked his cockhead in me. He stretched me much wider than I ever had been, but to my surprise, not only could I handle it, it felt really good. I kept my mouth shut while he gave me short, powerful strokes, get ting slowly deeper with each thrust.
“Damn, she’s tight!” Jude grunted to Randy. I might have commented that it was because my pussy had never taken on something so big, but I was savoring the sensations too much to comment on anything.
After a while I felt Jude’s hips touch my ass. I couldn’t believe how large he felt, or how wonderful, and when he be gan thrusting back and forth, he really stoked a fire in my pussy. He hadn’t fucked me for more than a few minutes when I felt myself explode. I had always thought the orgasms my husband gave me were all a woman can feel. Now I knew they were minor compared with the one Jude had treated me to. I was eager for another, and was on my way when Jude’s cock twitched and then he was grunting and coming inside me.
When Jude pulled out, I felt empty, but not for long. Randy quickly took his place between my legs. He wasn’t as big as Jude but was still much larger than my husband—and a lot more energetic, pounding me quicker and hard er. He gave me a climax that rivaled my earlier one before exploding in me.
From then on, I knew I was theirs to do with as they pleased. They led me to the living room, sat next to each other on the couch and had me get on my knees. Jude said I should suck their cocks. I was embarrassed—not at be ing a married woman in such a position, but at being so sexually inexperienced! I had to tell them that I had never done that. At first they looked at each other, surprised. Then Jude, smil ing, said he was honored to take my “oral virginity.” That put me at ease.
He began by having me lick around his cock, starting with the head, then running up and down the shaft. Randy wanted his turn too, so I went back and forth between the two. Once they were hard again, they had me swallow the head and the easy first couple of inches. I got the hang, and soon my head was bobbing up and down on them in turn. Randy said I was a natural cocksucker, which made me feel proud.
After I sucked them awhile, Jude had me stand up with my back to him. He took hold of me by my hips and pulled me down until the head of his cock nuz zled against my pussy lips. He continued pulling me downward until I was sitting astride his lap, stuffed full of his big cock. He began lifting me up and down on it, and once I got used to the motion I helped out, which increased the speed until my breasts were bouncing all around. This was a whole lot better than just being on my back while I was fucked. I had no idea that different positions could be so much more gratifying sexually. Well, maybe the size of those cocks helped!
I had another intense climax before Jude filled me with his second load. Randy wasted no time in getting me off Jude and over to him. He had me straddle his cock too, only facing him. I didn’t need any instruction this time, and just began bouncing up and down on his lap. He sucked on my tits while I rode him as hard as I could. He lasted a long time before he blew his load. When I finally stood up, semen was dripping out of my pussy.
We were tired after that, and went to clean up. When I emerged from the shower, Jude said we were going out for a walk. He held up the string bikini he had purchased for me the previous day. Now, it was one thing fucking my guys behind closed doors. But parading around in front of strangers dressed in next to nothing made me nervous. However, I couldn’t say no to my guys. It wasn’t so much their hard bodies or big cocks that captivated me as their assertive demeanor, a stark contrast to my husband’s passivity.
Before I knew it, I was in the tiny thing and walking down the beach, drawing lustful stares from the guys and jealous glares from the women. I was surprised that simply displaying my body could elicit such strong emotional responses. It made me aware of my sexuality in a way I had never been before. Rather than hiding it away, the way I had been taught, I found myself embracing it.
Of course the guys were showing me off, and constantly had their hands on my body in inappropriate places. But I didn’t mind being put on display. I was basking in the attention.
After we walked around awhile, the guys led me behind a dune a short distance from the beach, so that we were out of sight of the casual beachgoer. There Jude had me get on my hands and knees, and he whipped out his cock. He pulled the scanty material of the string-bikini bottom away from my pussy and buried himself to the hilt, then banged me hard enough that my breasts popped free of the top. Knowing I was out in the open getting fucked with people not more than 50 feet away turned me on like nothing ever did before, and I came harder than ever.
After Jude popped, Randy took his place. He reached forward to grab my dangling tits while he fucked me even harder than his friend. When he came, I came hard enough that I collapsed on the sand. It was nearly five minutes before I felt up to walking along the beach again.
By the time we returned to the condo, the guys were ready for more action. The two of them took turns fucking me while I was pressed against the glass door leading to the balcony, giving quite the show to anyone in the building across the street.
I would have liked more, but it was getting close to when my husband would return, so I bid the guys farewell with deep, longing kisses. And it was a good thing I did, because my husband came back earlier than on the previous nights. Not only that, but he was finally eager for some sex!
We retired to the bedroom, and he fucked me in the usual manner, coming in me after a few minutes, then rolling over and falling asleep. It may have been the most unsatisfying sex I’d ever experienced. I hadn’t gotten aroused in the slightest. Luckily, Jude and Randy came by the next day and fucked my brains out. Unfortunately, that was the last day of the seminar, and the last I saw of my beach boys.
Since we got back home, I have changed my lifestyle. When my husband isn’t around, I dress provocatively and pick up guys. In the last month I’ve fucked a dozen, and I have no intention of slowing down. After all, I have a lifetime’s worth of boring sex to make up for, and I plan on doing just that!—G.T., Saint Paul, Minnesota
I sat on a stool beside the tub sharing a cold beer with my wife while she shaved her legs the afternoon before a surprise birthday party for Chase, one of my best friends. Connie had helped his wife Dee plan it, deciding on a way to pull it off without him guessing that something was up. We were having the party at our house. A dozen other couples had been invited.
My eyes stayed fixed on Connie’s crotch as she raised each leg to shave. She’d grown her bush long and thick since the previous summer, when I had persuaded her that she needed to have her pussy trimmed.
While she dried off, I went and got scissors and a comb. She stood on an old sheet while I sat on the stool and did the deed. She trusted that I knew what I was doing, and let me take my time, so it wouldn’t look trimmed but natural. I knew she had once tried doing it herself, and afterward tried to hide her pussy for three months. I expected that she would become aroused in the process, and suspected she was deliberately stopping herself, which didn’t stop me from getting a pulsing hard-on!
I finished combing it out and handed Connie a mirror so she could see how it looked, which freed me to get an up-close view of my handiwork. I knew she could feel my hot breath on her pussy, and I couldn’t help but probe it lightly with a finger to feel for myself.
She backed away, saying, “Not now, honey, I just douched.” She reminded me that I had “got it really good” that morning and promised that she was bound to be horny after the party, and we would fuck then.
I stood up and placed her hand on my cock. “This is pretty fucking uncomfortable,” I moaned.
She said, “You poor boy! You get more ass than any man in town, and you’re complaining! Well, I wouldn’t want you walking around all night during the party with a boner, so what do you say I just blow you now and keep my unit clean until later?”
She sat on the stool, locating my cock at the perfect height for sucking. She commented on the musky smell I hadn’t showered yet , saying it was the same smell that had drifted up from her pussy when she removed her panties. My cock jerked as she ran her tongue teasingly up the underside, then licked up the sticky residue from our morning fuck, which had remained moist under the cover of my foreskin.
Bobbing her head up and down, she gradually took nearly the whole of my cock in her mouth. She could probably have gotten me off in half a minute or less, but she knows how much I enjoy her blowing me, so she kept bringing me near the edge, then squeezing tightly until my passion subsided, then repeating, increasing my pleasure each time. I think she outsmarted herself, though. She was getting herself excited, to the point where she let my cock slip out of her mouth, looked up at me and said, “Please fuck me, honey.”
I lifted Connie easily up on the vanity and hoisted her legs over my shoulders, bracing her against the mirror. Even after eight years of marriage and ten years together , and who-knows-how-many-thousands of fucks, I get a thrill each time my cock makes its way in her cunt. That day it was snug but slippery. I was in perfect position to stimulate her G-spot, and despite my excitement was able to maintain control until she was on the very edge. Finally I let go the load I had been holding back for half an hour. As it flooded her, she exploded.
While I recovered, Connie took a quick shower. She’d already laid out her clothes, and just the sight of those white cotton bikini panties got my only-just-emptied cock stirring. I took my shower, and when I got out, she was finishing up her hair and makeup. I was still thinking about those panties, and getting hard again.
When she was ready to leave, I kissed her on the forehead and said, “Don’t worry, honey, I intend to keep an eye on that overactive snatch of yours tonight. I know that every guy there will be trying to get some of your ass.”
The party went well. Chase was actu ally surprised, and everyone had a great time. I was serious about keeping an eye on Connie, knowing that she tends to get horny when she drinks, and she acknowledged herself that I had been right about the men at the party. She said she was constantly being felt up by them. Anytime one of them caught her alone somewhere, he copped a feel—which in fairness was made fairly easy by the fact that she was wearing a short summer dress with no hose.
I knew for a fact—Connie tells me everything—that at least three of the men in attendance had actually slipped their dicks in her box at one time or another in the past, and none had tried harder to screw her than the birthday boy himself. She insisted that she had always rebuffed Chase’s advances, though, because Dee is such a close friend. She acknowledged that she did like Chase, liked him a lot. When I once asked her, jokingly, if I had anything to worry about, she didn’t seem to find it funny, and didn’t even answer, which gave me something to think about.
It didn’t make me feel any better knowing there was something going on in Chase and Dee’s marriage. Connie had mentioned that they were sleeping in separate bedrooms now. I could tell she knew more, but when I asked, she clammed up, saying, “Forget I said anything.” Still, about that time I noticed how frequently Chase was now making jokes about being horny and frustrated and up for action.
So in this party vigil I was keeping on my tipsy, horny wife, I was ashamed to admit I was especially vigilant with regard to my good friend. I was actually almost relieved when, about nine, Dee said she was tired and had an upset stomach, and Chase took her home. But he returned shortly thereafter. It was his party, after all, and he said his wife had insisted.
Someone started playing the stereo in the basement, and some of the couples began dancing to slow romantic music. It soon became a veritable passion pit, with a lot of hanky-panky between couples who weren’t married to each other.
Connie danced with every man at the party, and was felt up and finger-fucked by all but one, Chase. By the time I got a chance to feel her up, she was pretty damp between her legs.
“You’re being very naughty, aren’t you?” I whispered.
“Just a little,” she whispered back, “but don’t worry, I’m not about to fuck anyone in front of all of our friends.”
People started leaving about midnight. They left two couples at a time, strongly suggesting that they were headed for “afterparties” of their own. Shit, I’d known these people for years and had no idea that our quiet neighborhood was full of swingers. I wasn’t upset, mind you, I just wondered how I’d managed not to know about this! And of course I wondered what I had been missing out on.
When there were only four couples left, Chase asked Connie to dance. At that point they were the only ones dancing. She had her body pressed awfully tight against his, and from the occasional glimpses of his crotch I got, I gathered that he was steel-hard—and as big as neighborhood gossip had led us all to believe.
Soon his hands slipped down to her ass cheeks, and he was pulling her even tighter against whatever that was he was concealing in his pants, and kept her that way—without any noticeable resistance on her part. While the song continued, he walked her backwards until she was up against the wall, where he kissed her pretty intensely while raising her skirt to get his hand in those skimpy white cotton panties, the panties that always make me so hot.
I can’t say that I was pleased at this development. But I have to say that it gave me a throbbing boner.
After a while it seemed pretty clear that Chase had one or more fingers buried in Connie’s cunt, and from the glimpses of her face I caught, and the muted whimpers she was emitting, that buried hand was accomplishing some serious business. Her whole body was trembling the way it does when she’s excited and I rub her swollen clit.
With the two of them in a world of their own, and the other couples totally wrapped up in each other none of them with their own spouses, I noted , I was able to slip closer to Connie and Chase. A storage unit projecting from the wall provided me with a certain amount of “cover.”
I could swear I heard Chase whisper, “My God, that feels good, Connie. It’s been so long since I’ve touched Dee like this.” He went on to say something about wanting to have sex with her “so damn bad, my balls ache.” And he said something about masturbating while thinking about her.
I was relieved when she pulled away, but the relief was brief. She was whispering to him pretty urgently, something about how they had better get upstairs now but she would see what she could arrange later, “sweetheart.” “Sweetheart” ? It sounded like she said that she wanted to fuck him but Dee couldn’t ever know about it.
“Just be cool,” she said, “and stay until everyone leaves, okay?”
I managed to slip back upstairs ahead of them, and 20 minutes later we saw the last group out, leaving just Chase, who insisted on staying to help clean up. Help clean up from his own birthday party? Chase? In all the years I had known him, and all the parties I had been to with him, I didn’t recall him ever so much as offer ing to help clean up, even at his own house.
When I took the last of the trash out, I lingered outside the partly open door, and sure enough I heard Connie say, this time very clearly, “Go and sit quietly in the den with the lights out and wait for me.” She added that it could be half an hour before she got me to sleep, but she would be back down.
When I returned from the trash cans, Connie was waiting for me in the kitchen. “Chase said good night,” she said, and added, “Ready for bed?”
We turned out the lights and went up to our room. We were in bed a few minutes later, and shortly after that we were fucking! I had a feeling this was her clever way of getting me to sleep, but I couldn’t say that I objected. She got me hard really quickly with her skillful mouth, then straddled me and rode me hard for a couple of minutes, until she milked out my load.
She had me so exhausted that I probably could have fallen asleep. Instead, I simply pretended to do so. Maybe ten minutes later, when she was satisfied that I was out, she slipped out of bed and slipped on those same white cotton panties! My cock shot up so fast, I thought she’d see it for sure, even under the covers. But as long as my breathing remained regular, she seemed satisfied I was sleeping. Besides, I got the feeling that by then she wasn’t thinking that much about me.
Once she was out of the room, I slipped out of bed, still sporting a huge boner and trembling like a leaf. I didn’t hear a sound from the hall. By the time I poked my head out, she must have been all the way down the stairs. I followed as quickly and quietly as I could, and made my way to the door to the den. When I looked in, I gasped—audibly, I was afraid—at the sight of Chase, nude, on his knees, with his face buried in Connie’s panties while he caressed her nearly bare butt.
I held my breath while I waited to see if they’d heard my gasp, but they only seemed to have each other on their minds. After a while she reached for his hand and gently lifted him up to a stand ing position, and they embraced, kissing tenderly. I thought my head was going to explode, but it was my cock that did. I couldn’t believe I was coming again so soon after fucking Connie!
I also couldn’t believe that she and Chase still didn’t hear me! While I was catching my breath, she led him by the hand out of the den—walking right past me as if they would have fucking noticed! —and on down the dark hall to the guest room.
Once they were in the guest room, I followed down the hall—almost tiptoeing, knowing there were some creaky floorboards. Damn, Connie had been begging me to fix them! It was the strangest feeling, sneaking around my own house, but that wasn’t anywhere near as strange as what I was feeling in my head, which I can only describe as sort of like a tornado.
By the time I peeked in the guest room—Connie hadn’t bothered to close the door—I saw by the light of a dim lamp that she had turned down the bed and was slipping those precious white panties off. Damn if I didn’t feel another tingle in my groin!
Connie lay down on the bed, and Chase kneeled between her spread legs. He said, “I’m going to eat your pussy until you come.” She reached for his hands, pulled him on top of her and said, “You can eat me another time, baby. Right now I want your cock in my cunt, and I want to feel you come inside me. Come on, sweetheart, fuck me!”
He moved up, poking at her pussy like a teenager getting his first piece of ass, until she took hold of his big cock no doubt about it, that thing was big and guided the head between her labia and into her cunt. He began pounding her like a jackhammer, and I doubt that it was as much as a minute before he exploded in her. Even after he came, he continued fucking her, until finally he pulled out and rolled off, gasping for breath, with his right hand planted firmly on her left tit.
For a while she just lay there beside him, seemingly lost in thought, smiling. The next thing I knew, he was climbing between her legs again. This time he slipped his cock which was, incredibly, hard again! in her easily, while kissing around her neck and ears, then holding her tight while he was buried balls-deep in her hot pussy. He kept telling her how good her pussy felt, and then he said something about feeling “guilty as hell” for cheating on Dee.
I was stunned to hear her tell him that she wouldn’t have ever come to him if Dee hadn’t hinted to her that she wished she had “a friend who could take care of Chase’s needs.” Now I believed even less that any of this was happening!
I realized that Connie was talking again—so low, I could barely make any of it out. But it was something about how she was the one who was cheating, and on his close friend, asleep in bed upstairs. She said something about their not breathing a word about this “to anyone, ever.”
I had flattened myself against the wall outside the den, assuming they would soon be leaving. Instead I heard Connie speak again, still on the bed with Chase on top of her. And her next words I had no trouble hearing: “Now what’s it going to be? Are you going to fuck me or just keep me pinned to the mattress all night?”
I guess he was dealing with his guilt, because a moment later he was once again thrusting in her, but much more slowly than before. She was thrusting back at him each time he plowed in her, and it looked like she was tightening and relaxing her inner muscles, the way she does if she’s really warmed up for sex. She once told me she’d found that men love this but that it takes a great deal of concentration.
While Chase fucked Connie, she was fondling every part of his muscular body she could reach. Gradually, he picked up his pace, until he was engaged in what can only be described as a “power fuck.” The way they were panting and their bodies were heaving, it seemed clear they were both headed for imminent climax.
He slipped both his hands under her ass and pulled her up each time their groins locked, as if he feared she was going to escape from under him. Just as she was reaching her peak, I saw a long finger of his slide in her ass, which seemed to further excite her already-rocketing pleasure. They seemed to come almost simultaneously, and after a while his cock, which was pretty long even half-hard, slipped out of her.
Chase lay on his back, and to my astonishment Connie asked if he’d like her to come by his office several times a week to give him a little pussy after his secretary left. Since he supplies material to her shop, nobody would think a thing, she pointed out, because she was there all the time anyway. He didn’t say anything, and I realized he was focusing on his cock, which was fully hard again!
Connie said, “Let’s take care of this, and then we’d both better get to the beds where we belong.” She mounted him and rode him for close to half an hour while he worked her tits with his left hand and her asshole with his right. This time she came before him, then took him down the home stretch. Sure enough, he served up yet another load!
She stayed on top of him, allowing his hard-on to fade away yet a third time while smothering in her pussy. He snuck his finger in her ass one last time before he slipped out and said, “One of these days I’m going to give you a good ass-fucking.”
“Sorry, sport,” she said, “but my ass is an exit only, so just forget it and enjoy my pussy. Now get your clothes on and get home.”
I slipped out of sight as she walked him to the door, kissed him good night and wished him a happy birthday. I raced upstairs and jumped in bed. My heart was pumping so fast, I couldn’t imagine I could successfully pretend to be asleep. But when Connie tiptoed in the room, once again wearing the damn white panties, now quite visibly come-stained, she didn’t give me more than a quick glance. Apparently satisfied that I was still asleep, even though she reeked of sex, she just kicked off the panties and got in bed.
Her head had just hit the pillow when I cupped her fresh-fucked pussy and said, “Did Chase enjoy his birthday gift?”—M.G., Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
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