My wife and I were house-hunting for a larger place to accommodate an office for my insurance business. Our new real estate agent Daniel called with a place that had four bedrooms plus an office, so our three kids would get their own rooms. And there was a rec room, and a pool!
Roz loved the house, but with all the costs it wound up at least $30K over our budget. We looked at each other disheartened. Daniel said the owner was firm on the price, but maybe we could work out a deal on his fees. And then he was telling us this long story about how his wife had been ill and was no longer interested in intimacy.
My heart skipped when I realized he was making us an indecent proposal!
I couldn’t blame him for being attracted to Roz, who at 39 is still a real looker with a gorgeous figure and lovely smile. She had on a business suit with the skirt cut to her knee, which had risen to mid-thigh when she sat. By the end of Daniel’s proposal my face was red—from excitement not from anger. He was offering to reduce his fees if Roz let him fuck her.
We looked at each other without a word. Daniel said he had to call another potential buyer and respectfully needed to know now. With a quivering voice Roz asked what would be expected of her and whether it would take more than one encounter. He said that if we didn’t mind, they could start right now, and then work something out afterward, since it was a lot of money.
Roz looked at me, and I raised an eyebrow. I was thinking, honey, is this what you really want? But we still didn’t say a word. She got up slowly from her seat and said, “Where do we go?”
Daniel also stood up, and said, “Well, let’s go in the master bedroom. There’s no bed, but that doesn’t matter.” He took her hand, then said to me, “Roy, if you don’t mind, would you wait here? I promise I won’t hurt her.” I sat speechless. Roz cast me a quick glance as they started down the hall, and another as she turned into the bedroom.
I couldn’t help myself, and crept down the hall. Outside the bedroom I discovered I could see what was going on inside in a full-length mirror in the hall! Standing in shadow, I saw my wife kissing Daniel while he felt her round ass through her skirt. He pushed down on her shoulders and she sank to her knees and pulled out his hard cock. His back was to me so I couldn’t see it, but I saw the side of her head bobbing back and forth. While she sucked him, he ran his hands through her hair, then guided her head as he fucked her mouth.
My cock throbbed as I watched and listened to the sounds of Roz’s slurping and sucking. Daniel, getting close to climax, began to moan and gasp, then with a loud groan exploded, urging her to swallow his load. She tried, but some still ran down her chin. As he pulled back, she fell forward, laboring to catch her breath.
I thought that was it. I was wrong. Daniel, stroking his limp cock, walked around behind Roz and stood looking down at her ass. His cock got hard again, and I knew just what was about to happen. She jumped when she felt his hands run up to her ass, but he said, “Shh, we’re not done, okay?”
As she said “Yeah, okay” he pushed her skirt up over her ass and planted kisses on her panties, then tugged them down to her knees. “What a sexy ass!” he said, running his hands over it, then kissing it some more.
His fingers searched down between her legs to her puffy pussy lips. She let out a low moan as he got in place behind her. “Do you have a condom?” she said, panting.
“No,” he said, “but how much do you want this house?” I saw a gleam of determination in her eye as she nodded.
“Good,” he said, smiling, and slid his cock in her, then banged away. I watched her face in the mirror—eyes closed, mouth open. He thrust relentlessly, each time causing a load moan from her. I had already come in my pants by the time she yelled that she was coming, with Daniel right behind her, shooting most of his load in her pussy before pulling out and shooting two healthy last spurts over her ass. He collapsed on top of her, and they lay panting.
I hurried back to the living room. Daniel came back before Roz, who walked a little tenderly and wouldn’t look me in the eye. “Well,” he said, “I think we have a deal. Only two or three more meetings, and I’ll be able to cut enough fees and costs to save you at least $20,000. Does that seem fair?”
In shock Roz and I nodded, then signed some paperwork and left. We didn’t discuss what took place. When we got home I nearly attacked Roz in my lust. She was sore and swollen but didn’t stop me. I came fast.
Two days later Daniel called to arrange another meeting, this one at his office. While he sat at his desk, he had Roz kneel and suck his cock, with me sitting watching. Before he came, he had her lean over his desk and slide her skirt up over her hips. He ran his hands all over her ass and kissed and licked it, then pulled her panties down.
I asked if he had a rubber, adding, “I don’t want Roz to get pregnant.”
“Oh, I don’t think I’ll need one this time,” he said while feeling around her ass. Then it hit me. I knew Roz didn’t like anal sex, but again I saw that look of determination in her eyes. “Just go slow,” she said.
“You’ll hardly feel a thing,” he said. “Just relax and think of your family and your beautiful new home.”
Daniel kept his word and eased in, constantly asking if Roz was okay. After five minutes he was all the way in. She let out a moan as he fucked her slowly while I looked on, jealous but also turned on. After only two or three minutes he shot in my wife’s tender ass. He went in the bathroom to clean up, leaving her draped across his desk, come leaking from her hole down her thigh. She smiled weakly at me as I helped her up, then limped to the bathroom to clean up.
Their final meeting consisted of Daniel taking Roz on an overnight trip from Friday to Saturday when his wife was away. I said I should be present, but she assured me she’d be okay, so reluctantly I stayed home. I felt jealous watching her prepare for her date, shaving pussy, then putting on sexy underwear and a sexy dress. The thought of what she was about to do drove me half insane.
Daniel picked her up, and I waited all weekend, jerking off repeatedly while thinking of them together. Roz didn’t return until ten Sunday morning, a full 24 hours late! I was relieved by her return, though concerned about her state—disheveled and exhausted.
She told me that Friday night Daniel took her to a nice restaurant and then out for some dancing, where they met friends of his—two other couples to whom he introduced her as a cousin, plus two single male friends who knew otherwise and danced with her and felt her up all night long. One of the married men danced with her too and felt her ass for nearly the entire dance on the crowded floor.
After the couples left, the single guys took more liberties, like rubbing her thighs and panty crotch under the table. After an hour or so, the four of them drove to a motel. Roz had an idea what was in store, and Daniel, rubbing her legs while he drove, confirmed that there was a gang bang in store.
When they were all in the room, Roz remembered doing a slow striptease, but the rest was a blur of fucking, with double and triple penetrations, till the friends left midday Saturday. Daniel fucked her on and off until early Sunday, then after a little sleep woke her up and brought her home.
In her hand were the final papers, with all the costs adjusted exactly the way Daniel had promised. We’re now living in our beautiful home, and haven’t heard anything from him since.
—R.B., Chattanooga, Tennessee
It was nearly ten that Sunday morning when I got to Cary’s house (we’ve known each other forever, going to school together from kindergarten now into junior college), figuring we’d watch the football game on the big HDTV his parents had just bought. I let myself in the back door like always but was surprised to find the place dark. Darn, I knew I should have called to be sure he was home!
I figured I’d shoot up to Cary’s room to leave a note, but first took off my shoes, which were wet from the rain. Nearing the living room I noticed a dim light, and looking in, I got a shock. Sitting in the recliner was their neighbor Harm, naked, with Cary’s mom naked on his lap!
I got another shock when I looked around and saw that sitting across from Harm and Cary’s mom was Cary’s dad, watching intently! Harm had his hand between Mrs. M’s slightly open legs, working on her slit. I’ve heard about husbands wanting to watch their wives in action, but shit, this was my best friend’s parents!
Of course this was the first time I’d seen Mrs. M without clothes on, and while I felt guilty as hell, my cock was quickly getting hard. For years all the guys in the neighborhood had kidded Cary about how crazy hot his mom was (she actually seemed to get better-looking over time), and here she was getting finger-fucked by a guy who had to be at least ten years older than her (and married!), with her husband watching and obviously enjoying the scene!
Mrs. M had her head resting up against Harm’s chest, and for a good five minutes I watched her lean back and enjoy, with no one saying anything. The first words I heard came from her: “Oh God, oh God.” And then her whole body was shaking in climax.
A few more minutes went by, and Mrs. M got to her feet, her breasts large and firm with no sag, her nipples swollen and dark, her pubic hair thick. She reached for Harm’s hand and pulled him up, and I saw I was wrong—he wasn’t naked, he had on boxer shorts, with a large tent protruding. Mrs. M reached with both hands for the waistband and down the shorts came, revealing a cock bigger than any I’d seen even in porn flicks, sticking straight out.
“Oh my, you’re beautiful,” she said. She pushed him back in the chair, and knelt in front of him and lowered her head to his crotch, and with her husband still watching intently, Cary’s mom began to suck the neighbor’s cock. He exploded in seconds, filling her mouth. I swear she swallowed.
When they moved, I figured I better get the hell out, so I grabbed my shoes and ran out in the rain in just my socks! Ever since, I’ve wondered if I should say anything about it to Cary.
—T.W., Bakersfield, California
While my husband and I were on vacation this summer, the family next door in the condo had a set of twin boys, 18 years old. Gil and Gary got along well with Patrick (my husband) and me—especially me. We could tell they were turned on by my fit 40-year-old body, in particular my fairly large breasts. Since the resort we stayed at had a topless beach, the boys were treated to my charms whenever they wished.
One day Patrick wasn’t with me and Gil and Gary were looking in my direction as I massaged sunscreen over my stomach and chest, tweaking my nipples with my eyes closed as if I was in ecstasy. It was a big turn-on knowing they were watching. After a few minutes I lay back down on my lounge chair, and when I looked up again, they were gone.
That evening when we went out, I wore a small cotton dress with white panties underneath. We ran into that family and went for a meal together. The guys couldn’t take their eyes off me, which added to my excitement.
Around midnight, Patrick and I headed for a dip in the pool before turning in. To my slight annoyance, he invited the family from next door to come too. We all splashed around and had fun. I was groped underwater, not just by Patrick but by Gil, Gary and even their father. The parents and younger sister went back to their room, leaving the boys with us.
We swam some more, with the groping happening more and more frequently in and out of the water. When Patrick took my top off I protested, but he countered with, “They’ve already seen you topless. What’s the big deal?” He was right, I reasoned, so I swam topless for another ten minutes, with more groping. We decided to head up to our room, and the boys walked along with us. I went to the small fridge to get a couple drinks, and while I had my back turned, Patrick came up behind me and covered my eyes.
“Honey I have a surprise for you,” he said. I giggled, and he said, “So my wife’s been cock-teasing some horny young men, has she?”
I didn’t know what to say, especially since more than likely we weren’t alone. I felt Patrick’s hard-on against my butt, which sent chills through me. “It isn’t right to tease, is it?” he said, and I gasped as his hand ran down over my butt and untied my bikini bottom. “Keep your eyes closed,” he said, and turned me around. “Now on three I want you to open them. One, two, three!”
I opened my eyes to see Gil and Gary standing naked with impressive hard-ons. I sighed loudly as I realized it was my husband’s intent for me to be fucked by them. He moved his hand to my pussy and rubbed me. I saw the lust in the twins’ eyes as he prepared me for them. With my excitement level rising, Patrick whispered, “You want to be fucked by them, don’t you?” I nodded as his fingerwork took me over the edge and I came loudly in front of them.
Patrick let go of me, and the twins led me to the bed. They laid on either side of me, kissing and fondling me all over. Patrick sat in a chair against the wall to watch. One boy worked down my body pleasuring me with his mouth and tongue, making me writhe and roll around, winding up on my belly. One boy parted my legs and got on top of me while the other pushed his cock in my mouth and I sucked him. Then the other brother shoved his cock in my pussy.
I cried out again as Gil said I was a prick-teaser and pounded me hard while I moaned around Gary’s cock. Suddenly my mouth was flooded with come. I swallowed as much as I could, but some ran down my chin. Gil was spurred on by this and pounded me even harder until I felt him shoot in me. When he pulled out, Patrick all but dived across the room and fucked me till he came. I let the boys each fuck me again. After they left, Patrick and I fell asleep, all wore out.
For two days the boys tried to get me alone again, but it didn’t work out. Their parents always interrupted one way or another. On our last day I wound up alone in the elevator with the father. He hit the stop button, then said he knew about my fun with the boys and he wanted some too. He took out his cock and had me suck him, then spun me around and there in the elevator fucked me hard and fast from behind! It was over in minutes.
On the flight home Patrick and I talked about what happened. I said I had fun but next time I would be the one to choose who I fucked. (I didn’t mention my elevator fun with the twins’ dad).
—R.C., Burlington, Vermont
My wife and I finally lived out our fantasy to let someone watch us while we have sex in our car. Plus we took it further, I’d say a lot further.
Ronnie, who’s 40, was dressed in a sexy skirt and top with black lace panties and lace-top stockings and heels. She’s slim with small tits but a nice round ass that drives me wild. We went to dinner and a movie, then to a parking spot where not only couples but pervs go.
I laid Ronnie on the back seat and began sucking her nipples with my hand up her skirt between her legs. It wasn’t long until our first peeper was looking in. I moved Ronnie so she was kneeling on the seat with her ass pointed to the window and her head on my lap with my cock in her mouth. The guy outside had his cock out and was stroking himself as he watched her move her panty-covered ass up and down while she sucked my cock.
Feeling wicked, I hit the button to lower the window, and the guy reached in and got a good feel of her round ass. He soon had his fingers in her panties, sliding in her cunt. He even slapped his cock on her ass cheeks while stroking himself.
When I looked up over Ronnie’s shoulders, I saw three other pervs were now present—a single guy and a couple. The guy maneuvered himself to suck her cunt through the crotch of her panties, which he then pulled to the side to have direct contact. All the while she was moaning like crazy. She came with a shout, and I saw movement. I looked up just in time to see the guy get his cock ready to enter her. He and I looked at each other, and I nodded.
He took hold of her hips and thrust in, causing her to gasp. He drove into her with the others watching. She moaned and moaned, then said, “Fuck me, yes, but please don’t come in me.” He gave her a few hard strokes, then pulled out and shot all over her panties, pussy and stocking tops. He was quickly replaced by a guy who also slammed in her, but he soon pulled out and went down on her till she came with a roar.
I looked at the other couple and saw the man had his hand up Ronnie’s skirt while someone else was behind her cupping her tits. When I looked at her again, she said she wanted me to fuck her while they watched, so I did, but I didn’t last long and soon shot in her.
After that we called it quits and went home. We plan to do it all again real soon.
—J.N., Las Vegas, Nevada
I was married for 11 years before our divorce, which went fairly smoothly since we had no children. In the next three years I rarely dated. Friends set me up, but it never panned out.
One day as I was leaving the office, my coworker and friend Hal asked if I’d like to get a drink. I’d known him since he transferred to our office, maybe six years, and liked him. With nothing else to do, I said yes. In the bar, as we worked on our second drink he asked how my love life was going. I said at the moment it was a zero. After we talked more he said, “It’s safe to assume you haven’t been laid lately?”
I laughed and said something about it being too long. He said, “Do you want to change that?” Thinking he was going to try and fix me up, I said, “No, Hal, I don’t need another blind date.”
He shook his head and said, “No, it’s nothing like that.” He took a pile of pictures out of his pocket and handed them to me. The one on top was of his wife Lois, whom I knew—a damn fine-looking lady, about five feet three, 130 pounds, dark hair and eyes, with great legs and, as the picture of her in halter top and shorts made clear, nice boobs. Not huge, but definitely nice.
I said, “Nice, Hal, you’re a lucky man. Lois is a damn nice-looking lady.” He said nothing as I moved to the second picture. I damn near swallowed my tongue. It was of Lois in the bedroom, on her knees, naked, sucking a nice-size cock. The next picture showed her on her back with a guy I’d never seen, his cock buried in her. There were two or three more pictures showing Lois getting laid in various positions.
I went through the pictures two or three times as I tried to decide what to say, and finally just said, “Damn, Hal, I don’t know what to say. You really are a lucky man.”
“Like what you see?”
“Hell, she’s gorgeous.”
“Think you’d like being the guy in the pictures?” he said.
It took me a minute to get it. “Are you kidding?” I said. “You mean me with Lois?”
“No, I’m not kidding, Mike,” he said, “and yes, I mean you and Lois like that. Look, I’m one of those guys who like to watch his wife having sex with another guy. Maybe every three months Lois and I invite a guy to join us for adult fun. We decided to see if you, being divorced and all, might be interested.”
I tried not to sound too eager. “You’re asking if I’m interested in having sex with Lois while you watch?”
“Mostly watch,” he said, “Sometimes I join in. I know it sounds strange, but I like watching, and Lois has come to enjoy it too. We’re very selective. You’re actually the first guy we already knew that she’s agreed to meet. She says she likes you.”
I kept looking at the pictures, trying to think what to say, when Hal said, “Why don’t we do this—join us for dinner tonight? In the meantime you can think it over.”
Think it over, hell! Getting in Lois’s panties would be a joy. God knows I could use a willing pussy. “Okay to dinner, Hal,” I said, “but I can tell you now, if Lois says yes, I’m definitely interested.”
We set it for seven that evening at a nice restaurant, and that evening I was waiting at the bar when Hal and Lois walked in. She looked good enough to eat. She had on a black cocktail dress that showed good taste and was also sexy.
I shook Hal’s hand and kissed Lois on the cheek, and we went to our table. When drinks arrived, Hal said, “Mike, Lois was really pleased that you wanted to join us for dinner. And for later if you both agree.”
I said to her, “Lois, I can’t tell you how honored I am that you and Hal would, you know, consider me.”
She smiled and said, “I really was happy you came.”
Dinner was good, though I thought it would never end. We talked about everything but what was on my mind. Finally, while we were having coffee, Hal said, “Do you know where we live?” When I said no, he said, “Then Lois can ride with you so you don’t get lost.”
While we were driving to their house Lois said, “Have you ever done anything like this?” When I said no, she said, “At first I thought Hal was crazy, but it gives him pleasure, and it really has nothing to do with how we feel about each other. Most of the time it’s really exciting.”
I asked, “How often does Hal, you know, join in?”
She saw I was somewhat uneasy about that part and said, “Oh, only when he’s asked. His thing’s watching.”
About then we arrived at their house. Hal was already inside. He said, “Why don’t I fix us a drink and give Lois a chance to freshen up?”
He and I went in the family room, where I took a seat as he made the drinks. We chatted about sports, work and whatever for perhaps 20 minutes, and I confess I was nervous as hell. It must have shown. Hal said, “Look, Mike, we’re all adults, and we’re just going to have some adult fun. Relax and enjoy.”
Finally I asked, “So how does this work? I mean, I’ve never been with a lady with her husband there.”
“Don’t worry, one of the things I like to do sometimes is sort of direct the action. If you think that’ll help, you can just follow my lead.” I said that was fine with me, that I welcomed a little guidance.
After another pause Hal said, “I think Lois has had time. Shall we join her now?”
When he opened the bedroom door, the room was bathed in soft light from candles set around the room. Lois was sitting on the side of the bed, feet together and hands in her lap. Her black silk negligee came halfway to her knees and the top was cut low, making the top half of her breasts visible.
Hal sat in a chair a few feet from the bed. I walked to within a few feet of the bed and stood there staring until I finally found the voice to say, “God, Lois, you look absolutely beautiful.” She smiled and said, “Thank you, that’s nice to hear.”
While I still stood glued to the floor, Hal said, “Just walk up to her, Mike, and stand in front of her.” After I did, he said, “Lois, why don’t you help Mike undress?” She stood up and began unbuttoning my shirt, then slipped it off while I stood motionless. I helped as she knelt and took off my shoes and socks. When she stood up, she smiled at me while she bent forward and licked my nipples in turn. I love it when a woman does that. I felt my cock throbbing in my pants.
Lois opened my belt and unzipped my pants, which fell to the floor, leaving me in only my boxers. She sat on the edge of the bed and drew me to her till my knees almost touched the bed. She unsnapped my shorts, which dropped to the floor. My cock is about seven inches long and fairly thick, and the head, now inches from her mouth, was purple with desire.
Lois smiled up at me and said, “You have a beautiful cock, Mike, so long and thick with a beautiful head.” With one hand she began gently massaging my balls, and at the same time leaned forward and licked the head of my cock. I thought I would lose it right then, but I took a breath and held it together. After a minute of this, she began to alternately lick and suck my cockhead. Finally she took the head in her mouth and sucked while continuing to massage my balls. I never had a blowjob that even remotely gave me the sensation and pleasure Lois was giving me. My cockhead felt like it was on fire, and I kept saying, “God, Lois, that’s so intense.”
It took only a short time for me to realize I wouldn’t last. I said, “Lois, baby, my cock is on fire.” After another minute the pressure was unbearable. I said, “God, Lois, I’m sorry, it’s incredible, but if you don’t stop, I’m going to come” She took her mouth off my cock, smiled and said, “That’s all right, Mike, I want you to come in my mouth. Let it happen.”
She resumed sucking my cockhead while still massaging my balls, and I reached the breaking point. My knees felt like they might buckle. I cried, “Oh God, I can’t hold it. I’m going to come, baby,” and let go of what felt like a pint of jism. She never let my cockhead leave her lips, and didn’t lose a drop.
When I regained my composure, I took her face in my hands, said, “Thank you, that was amazing,” and kissed her—a gentle kiss at first, but soon our tongues were active and I tasted my own come for the first time.
When the kiss ended, Hal said, “Why don’t you two lay on the bed and I’ll get us all a drink?” Lois and I got comfortable, and soon Hal was back with our drinks. Nothing was said until Hal, who was naked now, said, “That was beautiful, Lois, and I’m sure Mike thought so as well.”
I said, “It was more than that. It was beyond anything I’ve ever felt.” Lois blushed.
Several minutes later Hal said, “Mike, Lois’s nipples are very sensitive. She loves to have them sucked.” Again I needed no encouragement. I set our drinks on the nightstand and said, “May I?” She smiled and nodded, and I began kissing my way from her ear to her shoulder to her lips to just above her tits.
I moved the gown off her shoulders, revealing small but beautiful tits with large brown nipples that were very hard. Her tits were firm and stood out on their own. As I licked first one nipple, then the other, her breathing grew shallow and labored. I took one in my mouth and sucked it. She put a hand behind my head and said, “Oh, just like that, Mike!” I sucked both nipples, then pushed her gown down as I moved to her tummy, stopping to tongue her navel.
“Lois, may I remove your gown?” I said. “I want to see the rest of you.” She raised herself off the bed, letting me slip the gown off. With that gone, I continued kissing my way toward my goal. I’ve always preferred women who don’t shave their pubic area, and I was pleased to see a full growth. I quickly got between her legs and kissed all around her pussy, never touching it.
Lois moaned, “Yes, do it! Lick my pussy!” I began licking her pussy lips. Soon she pulled her knees up toward her chest and said, “Eat me. Suck my pussy. I’m close!” In two or three minutes she shouted that she was coming. Her climax came so quickly and powerfully, I had trouble holding on to her.
By now my cock was hard again, so I moved up until it was at her entrance, then pushed in slowly, pausing when she needed time to adjust. Soon I felt our pubic hair mashed together and knew she had it all. She gave out a loud grunt, then begged, “Go slow, Mike, but fuck me with your beautiful cock!” I fucked like a man possessed, pulling out each time, then moving in till my balls slapped her bottom.
I had just come and knew I could go for a while, so I put my arms under her knees and lifted her legs all the way to her tits, bending her back and opening her totally to me. Hal had moved to the foot of the bed and was looking directly at his wife’s pussy lips stretched around my cock as I fucked her with long, deliberate strokes.
Lois threw back her head and groaned loudly, then went stiff for a few seconds that felt like minutes, then went sort of limp. I pulled out and let her legs down so she could relax. She lay there awhile. When she opened her eyes, she said, “Thanks, Mike, that’s the best climax I’ve had in a long time.”
I rolled to one side, and that’s when I saw Hal moving up between his wife’s legs. It was the first time I noticed his cock. Rock-hard it was only about five inches long and not very thick. I assumed he was going to mount Lois himself, but instead he began licking and sucking her stretched and leaking pussy like a starving man.
Lois wasn’t surprised. She said, “Yes, baby, clean me up! Suck his come out!” Then she raised her legs and dirty-talked her way to climax. As it ended, Hal rose to his knees and stroked his cock four or five times before shooting ropes of come on his wife’s belly and pubic hair, then easing back on his haunches.
For several seconds the room was silent, while we all gathered ourselves. Then Lois went in the bathroom to clean up. Hal retrieved his drink and moved back to his chair, and I got my drink and sat on the bed with my back to the headboard.
At last Hal said, “Lois loves it when I go down on her like that, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like it as well. I hope it didn’t bother you.”
I said, “Trust me, Hal, it didn’t.” And that was true. I thought it was really hot.
Lois came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her and sat by me on the bed. I handed her a drink, and after a minute I said, “That was something special, Lois. I owe both of you for inviting me tonight.”
“No, Mike,” she insisted, “we all got something out of it, so nobody owes anybody.”
We sat like that for ten minutes, chatting and enjoying our drinks, when Lois noticed my still-half-hard cock. “Sorry, Mike, I got so carried away, I left you unfinished, didn’t I?” She set her drink down, took off the towel and moved down to where she could once again take my cock in her mouth. It didn’t take her long to bring me back to full erection.
She said, “Lie back and let me do you this time.” So I lay back, and she got a knee on either side of me and guided my cock to her opening, then moved up and down as she fed my cock in her still-wet pussy. As she rode me, Hal again moved to the foot of the bed to get a close-up look at my cock in his wife’s stretched pussy.
She sort of lay down on my chest and, moving only her butt, fucked me with short, quick strokes. It felt so incredible that soon I felt my climax building. “God, baby, that’s it,” I said. “Fuck me, Lois! Make me come!” She redoubled her efforts, and suddenly I was shooting streams of jism in her.
While I caught my breath, I watched Lois lie on her back with her legs spread and Hal move to her and sink his cock in. After a short while he groaned and shot his load in her.
Twenty minutes later we were all sitting in the family room nursing a fresh drink when Hal said, “Well, Mike, I hope you found the evening enjoyable.” I laughed and said, “Enjoyable falls short of the mark, Hal. More like truly incredible. Thank you for thinking of me for this.” Then, turning to Lois, I said, “And Lois, I have to tell you, I have never been with a woman who gave me the pleasure you did tonight. I’m not sure it’s appropriate, but I want to say thank you. It was very special.”
She said, “I had as much fun as you did, Mike.”
We visited for another hour. Then I said my good-byes. In these last two months I’ve been with Hal and Lois twice. Right now single life isn’t so bad.
—M.S., Gary, Indiana
Little did I know when I accepted my good buddy’s invitation to spend a weekend at his picturesque hideaway in upstate New York that I would return home with a memorable experience to share with Variations.
Russ and I met in college and today, twelve years later, we’re still the best of friends. Unfortunately, we live in different states and are not able to get together as often as we’d like, but we stay in touch via the phone and e-mail. Russ is a talented and successful architect who loves playing by his own rules. By his own admission, he’s a little bit “crazy,” but that just adds to his charm, which more than a few women have succumbed to. I’m a moderately successful real estate broker with what Russ good-naturedly terms an “irritatingly conservative outlook on life and love.”
Anyway, my good buddy’s invitation brought a smile to my face and I packed for the trip envisioning a few days of blessed quiet in an idyllic setting. Not surprisingly, Russ designed his country house and had it built precisely to his specifications. Made of glass and stone, it features a wood-burning fireplace, sunken living room and a wraparound deck, and it sits atop a hill adjacent to a beautiful national park. Quite eye-catching, really.
I arrived late on a Friday afternoon to find Russ fuming. He had just received a call from his partner informing him of a major problem with a project at the Jersey Shore. It needed his immediate attention. “Shit, there goes the weekend,” he groaned. “What fuckin’ timing. And I was looking forward to us spending some time together, too.”
Although dismayed by this sudden turn of events, I told Russ not to worry, that we’d try again soon. “But there’s no reason for you to turn around and go home,” he said. “You stay here and enjoy the weekend. Make yourself at home.” And then he grinned, as if something had suddenly occurred to him. “Come with me, Ken. I want to show you my latest masterpiece.”
He led me out back behind his house and once there pointed upward. There, nestled quite comfortably in a gnarled, misshapen oak, was a tree house made of logs with windows on two sides, one facing the house and the other the national park. “What do you think?” Russ asked. “It’s got a bed and a portable stove, chairs and a desk. I work up there sometimes. Cool, huh?”
I told Russ it was more than cool it was downright amazing. This was as much removed from the tree house a father builds for his kid in the backyard as day is to night. This was a fully grown-up version, looking more like a cottage that had been blown into the oak than something built from scratch. I had never seen anything like it. “And the best thing about it is the view,” Russ was saying with a smile. “It’s, er, how shall I put it . . . very interesting. Spend some time up there this weekend and you’ll see what I mean.”
My friend took the time to grill some steaks, which we enjoyed on the deck, before packing a bag and climbing into his SUV for the trip to the Jersey Shore. I spent an hour or so on the deck savoring the quiet of a starlit night while downing a few beers, and then went to the guest bedroom where I slept peacefully until almost ten the next morning.
After breakfast I took a hike in the woods, returning to the house around one o’clock for a bite to eat. I was wondering what I might do next when I remembered the incredible tree house out back. Minutes later, feeling like a frisky pup, I was making my way up the ladder that stretched from the ground to the plastic sheet door of the tree house.
Hauling myself up into this grown up tree house, I looked around and saw that inside it resembled a den, a comfy, cozy place to work or simply relax. Spotting the binoculars on the desk near the window facing the park, I remembered my friend’s comment about the view. Through the binoculars I took in the woodland scene, glimpsing tall pines and lush green grass and areas dotted with picnic tables and benches. Very nice, I thought, but not especially interesting. I set the binoculars down and settled into the small armchair, forgetting that I was up in a tree and not on solid ground as I dozed off.
Waking up, I pulled a beer out of the cooler under the desk, took a swig and then reached for the binoculars. Again I scanned the park, and this time-bingo! In a clearing perhaps a hundred yards or so from a picnic area a couple was having sex. Both the man and woman were butt-aked, their clothes piled in a heap near the blanket they had spread on the grass. He was sprawled on his back while she knelt over him hungrily sucking on his cock. Man, I couldn’t believe it! Now the smarmy smile that had accompanied my friend’s comment about the view from the tree house being “very interesting” made complete sense.
Feeling my cock begin to swell in my pants, I adjusted the focus somewhat and my view of the action got even clearer. The binoculars made it seem like the couple were much closer than they actually were, and I could see now that the playful pair were in their early twenties. He was a muscular jock type while she was a pretty blonde with her hair in a ponytail. Had they been following one of the hiking trails when the urge the fool around struck? Had they sneaked away from friends in the picnic area to suck and fuck? Who cared, I thought. All that mattered was that I had the horny young couple in my sights.
“Oh, Russ, old buddy, you are something else,” I said to myself a few minutes later as I unzipped my pants and fished out my achingly hard cock while keeping my other hand firmly on the binoculars. The couple had maneuvered into a sixty-nine so he could eat her while she feasted on him. He seemed as eager to lick her pussy as she was to gorge herself on his cock. They stayed like this for a while and then disengaged, with the girl rolling over onto her back and the guy getting into position between her splayed legs. Moments later, he was pushing into her pussy and then quickly establishing a nice, steady fucking rhythm as she folded her arms around his neck and hooked her legs over the back of his.
She was asking for it hard and deep, I told myself, using my imagination to make the moment even hotter. She was begging for his cock, whispering dirty words into his ear, urging him on. My own cock was as hard as it had ever been, and I stroked it ever so carefully as I continued to view the sexy scene through the binoculars. I wondered how many hot couples Russ had caught in the act of passion, and if he ever got any real work done up here.
My thoughts were driven away by the action down there in the clearing, the couple having decided to fuck doggy-style. The blonde, positioned on all fours on the blanket, looked back at her hunky partner-yeah, she was asking for it, all right-and almost immediately he resumed fucking her from behind, his hands clasping her hips as he rammed into her pussy. I saw, or thought I saw, an expression of deep pleasure on the girl’s face.
“Yeah, give it to her,” I said in the quiet of the tree house. “Fuck her good. Make her feel it.” It was becoming increasingly difficult to keep my hand steady on the binoculars, and my eyes were getting tired, but I dared not turn away for even a second lest I miss something. I was on the verge of a major eruption, my cock counting down to takeoff, when, as if on cue, the couple in the clearing ended their passionate scene-and porno style, to boot, with the guy pulling out of the girl’s pussy and shooting his load into her wide open mouth.
That did it. My shaky hand put the binoculars down on the desk and cupped my balls as my other hand gripped the shaft. Arching my back, I moaned and sent my semen streaking from my throbbing cock out the open window to the ground below. Then, eyes still cloudy, I staggered back into the small armchair. I saw the box of man-size face tissues on the desk and smiled. Leave it to Russ to think of everything, I thought.
With my cleaned cock back in my pants, I picked up the binoculars and checked out the clearing. Not surprisingly, the couple was gone. I was wondering if I’d get lucky at least one more time this weekend when I happened to notice an open notepad on the desk. Picking it up, I saw that Russ had jotted down the time and date of each sexual encounter he’d witnessed from his tree house together with a brief description of the couple involved and what he’d seen them do. That particular safe and secluded clearing, it seemed, was very popular with lovers familiar with the area.
It bode well, I figured, and I figured correctly. By the time I left Sunday night I had witnessed three other couples sucking and fucking up a storm in that clearing. I added my voyeuristic adventures to those Russ had noted in his little book. And I promised to bring along a big box of tissues when next I visited him.–Mr. Kenneth S., Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
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