I knew something had my friend Rachel really upset when she called asking if I could get my butt over to her house right away. She was sitting at her kitchen table with a pitcher of margaritas when I arrived a few minutes later. She thanked me for coming over just when I was probably starting to make dinner. I told her it wasn’t a problem, because my husband had had to fly to Chicago on business and wouldn’t be home until Saturday, leaving me to fend for myself for three days.
After we had settled down with our drinks, she said, “I don’t know how to say this, so I’m just going to spit it out. I‘ve been cheating on Ken. I’ve been screwing my doctor for over a week now. It wasn’t just a spur-of-the-moment thing either. I’ve had hot pants for him for two years, and I would get so wet when I was on his table that he couldn’t help but notice it.
“I had an appointment with him a week and a half ago, and that morning he called and asked if I could possibly come in later than I’d planned, like about six-thirty. I said sure, and when I got there I found him there alone, waiting for me in the lobby. I felt my heart pounding when he locked the door before leading me back to the exam room.
My husband Carl and I have been married for 35 years, and were totally faithful to each other—up until last year. Carl is 65 years old, though he looks 45, and sometimes acts like 25. I am 57, but also look younger. We both stay active and fit, and we have a pretty good sex life for people our age.
Carl’s favorite pastime is riding his Harley Davidson motorcycle with a couple of his friends. Larry and Kirk. They have been riding together for at least 10 years.
Larry and Kirk were over at our house one day last August to plan out their annual trip to the Bike Week festival upstate. As they were talking over the route they would take, I told them that I would like to go along this time. Of course they all started giving me reasons why I should not go. It was too hard a trip, it would be dull for me. I wouldn’t like it, and so on. I informed them that I still wanted to go.
That night Carl tried to talk me out of going, but I told him it was no use. The next time we were all together I made it clear that either I was going or Carl was not, and that ended that conversation.
About six months ago my wife Nora went up to visit our daughter at college for a weekend. Originally we were both supposed to go, but there was a last-minute emergency at my business, and I was forced to stay behind while my wife drove up alone. When she returned two days later, she was looking a little guilty, and she said she had something to tell me. Leading me up to the bedroom, she began her story.
Nora and Kate, our daughter, have always been close—more like sisters in some ways than like mother and daughter, despite the 22-year age difference between them. When Nora arrived she met Kate at her sorority house. Nora had, as it happened, been a member of the same sorority back when she was in college, and as a former member she was welcomed and made much of by all the girls. She found herself being treated more like a contemporary than like an older woman, which she found quite flattering.
After giving birth to three kids, my sexy 32-year-old wife Arlene has developed a very plump pubic area, with delightfully prominent vaginal lips. Although I find it very sexy, she has always been self-conscious about it, and gets sort of embarrassed when she wears a bikini or tight jeans, since they tend to show off the shape of her crotch.
About three weeks ago our local radio station began running promos for a bar in our area that was having a “camel toe contest,” with a cash prize of $500. I urged Arlene to enter, but she kept saying no. Finally, however, she reluctantly agreed to give it a try.
The night of the contest I got her to wear a pair of white lace panties underneath a pair of tight white cut-off shorts, which were drawn way up in her crotch to show off the shapes of her ample pussy lips. As it happened, there were quite a few ladies entered in the contest. Arlene was glowing red with embarrassment as they got up on stage to let the crowd check out their tightly covered crotches.
Twenty years after graduating from high school, my four best girlfriends and I—none of us having kids at home—decided to meet in late fall for a girls-only long weekend in Atlantic City. During a conference call to plan, Madge said it might be best if we all had our own rooms. There was a pregnant silence; then Sonia said, “Sounds like a damn good idea to me.” Barbara said her boss was a high roller and had said he could get us a complementary suite that had separate bedrooms and baths, which sounded better than paying for separate rooms!
So it was I found myself soaking in a bubble bath in a luxurious suite an hour before going out with the old gang. I’d decided on my light blue sheath dress. When I joined the others in the living room, good as the they looked, I had an edge in that I was the only one whose body hadn’t been through multiple childbirths. (I couldn’t have children.)
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My wife and I have lived in the same neighborhood for 30 years. Early this summer we got new neighbors, a nice older black couple with 18- year-old fraternal twin boys.
Renee felt sorry for Hank and Carl, who’d moved right after graduating, leaving all their friends behind, with no one in their new neighborhood near their age, so she went out of her way to be friendly, inviting them to use our pool anytime they wanted or just hang out if they wanted company.
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It was a cold, rainy Sunday afternoon, and I was reading the sports section of the Sunday paper when my wife put down the issue of Penthouse Letters she was thumbing through and startled the living shit out of me by asking me, “Have you ever fantasized about seeing me having sex with another man?”
I was so stunned that I couldn’t answer.
“Come on, tell the truth,” Deirdre said. Pointing to the magazine, she went on, “It sure seems like a lot of husbands out there want more than anything in the world to watch their wives being fucked by other men—and often by complete strangers. I don’t get it, but I was just wondering, would you like to watch another man enjoy me?”
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When my plane touched down in Dallas, my pussy was still wet from the send-off fuck my husband gave me right before I embarked on my current three-day business trip there. Since I’d had my luggage shipped ahead directly to my hotel, all I had to deal with was my carry-on, and I was quickly out of the terminal and en route downtown.
By the time I checked in and did some unpacking, it was seven o’clock local time and I was starved—not only hadn’t I eaten all day, but my internal clock was a time zone ahead. Though I was still dressed in the jeans and pullover I’d flown in, I felt comfortable going down to the hotel lounge that way to get something to eat.
I’d eaten there frequently, and was disappointed when I didn’t see Rick behind the bar. Instead there was a pretty young lady tending bar. I was about to order a beer and a burger when none other than Rick slipped onto the stool beside me and said, “Well, hello, Mrs. D—, it’s so nice to see you again. I just got off my shift and thought I’d have a beer before going across the street to get something to eat.”
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My husband Jack is a kind, loving man, and we have been married for 10 years. We met at our church, where he was an assistant to the pastor and I worked with the Sunday school children. It was love at first sight. When I first saw him, his tall masculine frame and thick head of hair made me stop dead in my tracks. He asked me out, and we’ve been inseparable ever since.
I have to admit I am a very jealous person by nature, and the thought of Jack with any other woman made me green with envy. It was as if he had to constantly assure me that I was the only woman he wanted. I felt bad about that, but I couldn’t help myself. The women at the church would use any excuse to get close to him. Even if we were together, they treated me as if I were invisible. I consider myself a good Christian woman, but my faith was tested quite often, and sometimes I felt as though I would lose my temper and slug one of those sluts.
Things got better when Jack asked me to be his wife. He had been married before. He told me he had loved his wife dearly and they’d tried to make it work, but it wasn’t meant to be. Jack said Jodie, his ex-wife, was a lady in the street but a wild animal in bed—until he put a ring on her finger. Then it was as if she turned into someone else. Sex for her was only about procreation. The only time she would let him touch her was when she was ovulating, and even then she would only allow him to take her missionary-style. She had offered no explanation for the change, except to say that things were different when people were married.
Jack and I did not have that problem. I was not a virgin when I met him, but I wasn’t exactly an expert either. He taught me so much. I had my very first orgasm with him as he was eating my pussy. That feeling was so intense that I would ask him to start all our lovemaking sessions with his head between my legs. Jack is a very giving and unselfish lover. He would go down on me and bring me to several orgasms if that’s what I wanted. He has also introduced me to many other wonderful sexual adventures. There is never a dull moment when we get going between the sheets!
Jack and I have also watched pornographic movies together, which excites us both very much, and I was not surprised to find out that he was a fan of your publication. I was, however, surprised at the subject matter that really got his motor going. Your wife-watching issues tend to be practically worn out from his many meanderings. Nothing could have prepared me, though, for the conversation we had on our fifth wedding anniversary.
We had just finished up one of our amazing fuck sessions, and I was lying in Jack’s arms, fully satiated and feeling so lucky to have this wonderful man, when he suddenly said he wanted to ask me a very personal question. The way he put it was very odd, and since I didn’t have any secrets from him I told him of course, he could ask me anything. I got up on one elbow so I could look at him. He avoided eye contact, and I got a little nervous. “What is it Jack?” I asked.
After a long pause, he finally looked at me and said, “Lisa, You know I love you with all my heart, right?”
My heart started beating harder and I could feel a pulsing in my head. Oh, God! What was he going to tell me? “Yes, Jack,” I stammered out. “What’s wrong?”
Seeing the panic in my eyes, he immediately grabbed me and rocked me in his arms, “Oh baby. I’m so sorry,” he murmured. “I just wanted to ask you something. I didn’t mean to make you feel like I was dropping a bomb on you. Please forgive me.”
Feeling relief, I pulled away and asked him what it was he wanted to ask me. He took a breath. “Okay,” he said. “Here goes. I want to know how you would feel about perhaps entertaining the thought of . . . of . . . well, of taking on a lover.”
His eyes were as wide as saucers, waiting for my answer. I was stunned. Take on a lover? He was asking me to fuck someone else? Now how does one register something like that? It was completely out of left field. I felt relief, confusion and disbelief all at once. I was thrilled that he didn’t have some deep dark secret, like an affair, but I was stunned to think that he wanted me, his wife, the woman he claimed to love more than life itself, to be bedded and used by another man!
“Lisa?” Jack said finally. “Are you okay? Do you hate me? Oh God, baby, please, please don’t hate me!” Now he was looking a little scared and nervous.
I punched him on his arm and told him to never, ever scare me like that again. I told him I thought he was going to tell me he was leaving me for someone new. He assured me that never in a million years would that ever happen, that I was his soul mate, and we both knew that to be true. Once that was cleared up I addressed his question. “Just so we’re clear,” I said. “You’re asking me how I would feel about letting another man—it is a man you’re talking about, isn’t it?”
“Yes, sweetheart.”
“Okay, so what you want is for me to be with another man? To actually have sex with someone else? Did I hear you right?”
Jack nodded slowly. “I’ve actually been thinking of it for quite some time,” he told me. “I never had the nerve to ask before. I would understand, of course, if you said no. And I would never bring it up again, I swear. But I had to ask, or regret it for the rest of our lives.” Sitting there so sincere and naked, he was searching my face for some kind of an answer, whatever it might be.
My strongest reaction was still one of shock. My husband was asking me to have sex with another man? “Why?” I demanded.
“Lisa, you’re the sexiest, most passionate woman I know. When we watch porn together I always imagine that I’m watching you up there, doing all those nasty, dirty things. I get such a boner thinking of another man taking you and fucking you. It’s unlike any other feeling in the world!”
“Wow, Jack, this is so out there!” I exclaimed. “I love you, and I never in a million years could ever see myself with anyone but you. But I know this isn’t about love. It’s a purely physical thing, I understand that. But are you sure this is what you want? Do you think our marriage can survive this?”
“Our marriage can survive anything,” Jack asserted. “You’re right, this has absolutely nothing to do with love. This is about a pure primal urge I’ve had for years, and I want to share it with my wife. We’ve always said we would be straightforward and honest with each other. So that’s what I’m doing. Being honest and open with you.”
After what seemed like an eternity of silence I looked my husband in the eye, touched his face and told him I would do it. He looked to be thoroughly in shock. I was still a little shocked too, but I told him I would be willing to give it a shot. But there had to be some ground rules. For one thing, it couldn’t be with anyone in the area. I didn’t want to take any chances of rumors flying around. And, if I decided, even at the last minute, that this was something I didn’t want to go through with, that was to be respected.
Jack agreed to everything. I then asked him if he intended to be there watching when it happened. He said it would play out any way I wanted it to. I told him I would think about it.
We made mad, passionate love after that, then drifted off into a blissful sleep. We awoke the next morning to another round of lovemaking, after which we decided that we would put our plan into action that very night.
We decided we would go to a bar on the outskirts of town, one with a relatively refined clientele, so we wouldn’t have to worry about deadbeats and drifters approaching me. We would go in separately and act as though we didn’t know each other, and see what happened. I would decide, if and after I met someone, if I wanted to go through with it, and whether I wanted Jack there with me.
Jack was so thrilled that his mood was infectious, and I too started feeling aroused at the idea that we were actively seeking another man to fuck me!
After looking through my closets for something to wear, I informed Jack that I needed to do some shopping, as my usual conservative outfits weren’t going to turn any man’s head, let alone make him want to fuck me. He agreed, and off we went. I was amazed to see all the “hoochie-mama” clothing on the racks, and it was hard to pick out just the right thing. I finally decided on a black thigh-high leather skirt, a purple, off-the-shoulder sweater that showed off my ample breasts, five-inch fuck-me pumps and crotchless black lace panties. Jack had suggested I go braless, and I thought, why not? I couldn’t wait to get home and get dressed!
After shaving my pussy bare I walked into the bedroom, where Jack was waiting for me. One look at my naked crotch and he was on me. I told him he had to behave, but his hand was too fast for me, and his fingers were already spreading my pussy lips as his thumb worked my nub. It felt exhilarating and I almost succumbed, but I pushed him off, stating that this pussy was for someone else tonight. That just got him more turned on, and again he came after me. But I held him off, telling him he would have to wait for his reward. Right now he was required to be the good cuckold husband I knew he wanted to be.
Once I was dressed and ready I was so pleased with my look that I had to restrain myself from diddling my clit for a quick come. I was really turned on now, knowing that my pussy was going to be filled with another man’s cock. I told Jack how I was feeling, and he said that only made him happier. He kissed me and thanked me. I told him not to thank me yet, as we didn’t know if there’d even be any takers. He swatted my ass and said, “You’ll have all eyes on you as soon as you walk in the door. You’ll have your pick of bedmates, sweetie.” I liked hearing that; it boosted my confidence even more.
As it turned out Jack was right. I had three guys buying me drinks all night. When I had made my choice I walked over to Jack, kissed him on the mouth and told him not to wait up. He placed my hand on his crotch and I could feel his mammoth hard-on. It only got me wetter, and I told him that. Then I added, “And now Luis over there is going to get this wet, sticky pussy all over his big cock!” And I left my husband there, his mouth wide open and his dick straight up in the air, throbbing painfully, with no hole to put it in.
At six o’clock in the morning Luis dropped me off in front of my home. I kissed him and thanked him for a wonderful night. As I turned and got out of his car we noticed a wet spot where I had been sitting, and we both laughed. Luis scooped up some of the wetness, brought it to his nose and inhaled deeply. Then he licked his fingers. That sent a shiver up my spine and made my dripping pussy ache for my husband’s cock. Luis told me he hoped to see me again sometime. I told him that could be arranged, and left to go inside to my waiting husband.
Jack was at the door quick as a wink. He picked me up in his arms and gave me a huge bear hug, then kissed me so hard my lips hurt—which may have been partly because I’d had them wrapped around an eight-inch cock for a good portion of the night. He then put me down and looked me over. My hair was messy, my makeup gone. My sweater was on backwards and my skirt was hiked up so high that he could see my panties were missing. A trophy for Luis, I told him.
That was all he needed to hear. He threw me on the couch, diving head first into my cream pie. He ate me like a man possessed, which was what he was—possessed by the knowledge that his wife had a pussy full of another man’s come, and he was going to get it all. As he ate me he begged me to tell him everything that had happened with Luis, and not to leave out any juicy details.
It was hard getting it all out with Jack eating me, because, as I said earlier, he is that good. But I managed to give him the whole story of how Luis had used his eight-inch cock in every orifice of my body.
When I said “every orifice.” Jack stopped and looked up at me. “Every?” he asked.
“Yes, baby,” I told him. “Luis fucked my ass. So you’re going to need to go just a little further south and a lot deeper if you want to get all of his cream out of my holes. Does that make you hot honey? Are you happy your wife is a sloppy well-fucked mess?”
His eager moans and groans were enough of an answer as he happily licked and slurped his way around my cunt. The sensations he was giving me were so over the top that I literally passed out from the multiple orgasms I experienced. It was beyond intense! And that was just the beginning.
After what seemed like a three-hour fucking marathon, Jack and I made it upstairs to bed, where we held each other and talked about the night’s experience over and over. He asked me how I felt, and when I said I felt liberated and sexy he held me even tighter. He was happy that I was so happy, and I was happy that he was too. I told him that I would love to do it again, asking him how he felt about that. He simply kissed me as he worked me onto my back and spread my legs with his knees. He then proceeded to fuck me yet again, with the vigor of a man who was getting pussy for the first time.
Since that time Jack and I have been living this lifestyle and loving it. I wouldn’t change a thing. Luis and I got together again, and even had a couple of sessions with Jack in the room. Once he even joined in. But he says he loves it best when I go out and come home fully loaded, and retell the night’s events to him as he ravages my sexy, well-fucked body. I have no objections to either scenario. Jack has even suggested that the next time I hook up with Luis—or somebody else—I film it. I’m still thinking about that one.
But now I can tell you that I am happier than I have ever been in my life. I am totally a wife who has gone wild, and will never go back!
—L.H., Billings, Montana
My husband and I led a pretty conventional life for most of our marriage. We raised a family and did all the traditional things families do. We took vacations together, celebrated holidays and birthdays, and eventually enjoyed our grandchildren. We married young, and our children did the same, so now I am actually a grandmother at the tender age of 51.
Wes, my husband, always tells me that I’m sexier now than I was when we first married. I’ve worked very hard at trying to live a healthy life and keeping myself fit with exercise and eating right. I do feel sexy, and love my tight figure. It’s all been worth it, since I can say that even at 51 I still attract the attention of other men.
One night Wes and I decided to go dancing at a new nightclub that had just opened up. I was really dressed up, and at Wes’s request I had gone without a bra. I felt quite free and naughty. At the club we took seats at the bar and ordered drinks. I saw my reflection in the mirror and noticed how my nipples were poking out against the material of my dress. I thought I looked very sexy, and even felt myself becoming aroused.
There was a nice mix of young and older people at the club, and some of the women were rather scantily dressed. The more I looked at their provocative outfits, the more overdressed I felt.
At one point Wes suggested that I open a few more buttons on my skirt. I was wearing a mid-length black skirt with buttons on one side, up to the hip. I thought I already had too many open, but at his insistence I gave in. I went to the ladies’ room and opened three more. It made a big difference; I was showing a lot of leg, and I liked how slutty I felt.
My feelings were reinforced as I walked back to the bar and noticed several men watching and staring as I passed. One gentleman stood in my way, asking if he might buy me a drink. I politely declined, saying I needed to get back to my husband, to which he responded that my husband was a very lucky man. I think I actually blushed.
By the time I got back to Wes I felt as though I was on display for all to see. It was thrilling. Wes could see that I was in a giddy mood, and he asked if I was okay. After I explained myself he cocked his head, smiled and asked just how slutty I felt. Intrigued, I responded that I felt just slutty enough to do something very daring, even dirty. Perhaps even one of the things he and I had fantasized about.
Wes and I, to keep things hot in the bedroom, would often talk about the imaginary things we’d like to do, either together or separately. One thing that always got us both turned on was the fantasy of my stepping out on my own one night and taking a stranger to bed. We would talk about how this stranger would wildly tear at my clothes and take me any way he wished. This scenario would get us both crazy, and we’d fuck to exhaustion. Of course these things were just fantasies, but they kept things lively.
Now Wes got up from his stool, kissed me on the lips, and told me to have a good time and that he’d wait up for me. I grabbed his hand and asked him what the fuck he thought he was doing.
“Sweetheart, you’re a gorgeous, seductive woman,” Wes said. “The men here are salivating at the chance to get next to you. I want you to explore, to have fun. Let that naughty, kinky side of you run free. Have fun, then come home and let me hear all about it. Wherever tonight might take you, go with it! I love you. See you home.” And with that he patted my ass, kissed my cheek and left me there.
I was stunned and didn’t know what to think. Not that I had much of a chance to think, as one second after Wes walked away, along came someone to sit in his place and start talking me up. And he was followed by others.
I soon found myself flirting and enjoying myself. Some men got a little too forward for my liking, and I told them to hit the bricks, but one or two struck my fancy, and I danced with them till the wee hours. It was an unusual experience, but one I enjoyed very much.
One of the guys who wouldn’t leave my side was named Lou. He was a well-dressed, clean-shaven business exec type who seemed to be throwing around a lot of cash. Many attractive women tried to get his attention from time to time, but though he was polite to them, he would always just continue talking to me as if we were the only two people in the room. I can tell you that I got a lot of dirty looks from these women, and at one point I told Lou that I thought I’d have to watch my back or I’d get into a catfight.
“They’re just jealous because they can’t look half as good as you,” he told me. I thanked him, and then announced that it was getting late and I was going to have to be going. Lou begged me to let him take me home. I accepted his offer, and off we went.
In the parking lot he stopped me and asked me if it would be okay to kiss me. When I hesitated for a second I guess he decided to do it anyway, because he grabbed me around the waist and pulled me to him with such force that my boobs were crushed up against his chest as his lips found mine. He kissed me so hard and so intensely that my head was spinning. It was amazing, actually—not only the kiss itself, but the fact that here I was, a married woman, kissing a stranger in a parking lot with my husband’s blessing!
One thing led to another, and before I knew it Lou had pulled me behind his car, bent me over the hood and pushed my skirt up and over my ass in seconds. His hands felt wonderful on my ass, grabbing my cheeks through my panties and spreading them apart. It was something out of a porn movie: the dirty alley, the even dirtier girl—and that girl was me!
I got right into character. I moaned out his name and begged him to fuck me. Lou, not missing a beat, ripped apart my damp panties, which made my pussy twitch with delight. His fingers were in me, spreading me open. I was so wet I could hear how sloppy my pussy was. Lou told me he loved a well-oiled cunt, so he could slip his cock right in. He then proceeded to do just that. I hadn’t even realized his pants were down. Actually they weren’t down; he had just pulled his cock out of his fly and rammed my pussy. It felt exhilarating! I was taken to new heights, bent over that hood with my ass exposed for anyone walking by to see, and I fucking loved it!
Lou did the deed and shot his load into my hot pussy. I didn’t come, but I’d had a nice hot fucking that got me incredibly turned on. All I wanted at that moment was for Lou to get me home so I could jump my husband’s bones while telling him everything that had just happened. And that’s what I did.
Lou asked for my number when he dropped me off, and I gladly gave it to him. Then I got out of his car and walked through my front door, horny for my husband. There he was in the living room, his dick already out and up, as though it knew what was coming.
I wasted no time with formalities. I ripped my top off and pulled my skirt up to my hips, where it had been when Lou fucked me. I had no idea where my panties were, and I didn’t care. I walked straight over to my husband, straddled the arms of his chair and sank my sloppy pussy right down on his throbbing cock while moaning into his ear about what a bad, dirty girl I was.
Wes said something about how wet I was, and I told him that was because my pussy was full of Lou’s load. This really got him going. Without missing a beat, he lifted me up, holding onto my ass cheeks, then placed me on my back in the chair and proceeded to bang the hell out of my stretched twat.
I could feel my orgasm approaching and I knew it was going to be a big one. My stomach started to tighten, my clit to throb, and I could not control my panting and moaning. When it hit I bucked upwards, meeting my husband’s heavy thrusts, and suddenly he was screaming out like a wild man. Then, for the second time that night, my pussy was filled to overflowing with jism. It was such an incredible feeling!
As we calmed down Wes asked me if I had truly enjoyed myself with Lou, and I told him it had been great. Now we’re incorporating this adventure into our lovemaking. We’re also talking about Wes watching me with another man, but I don’t know if I’m quite ready for that yet. Of course I didn’t need much adjustment time before letting Lou fuck me, so who knows? He does have my number!
—Name and address withheld
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