I had been to this doctor’s office twice before for my annual checkup, and here I was again. You know the routine: pee in the cup, let them find a vein to draw your blood from. And after that you have that cold, narrow table to lie on for the EKG, the ultrasound, the works.
It was time for my ultrasound, and I recognized the technician from my previous visits. Specifically, I recognized his expression of lust. I’d caught him spying on me before. He was always friendly, greeting me with a broad, genuine smile, but his gaze spoke volumes. Every time we spoke, you could have told him that my eyes were blue, rather than dark brown, and he wouldn’t have been able to contradict you, because that’s not where he was looking. He most definitely was a breast man.
I have very large breasts. Very large, and all natural. I get to pay for them though, monthly, with the back pain I experience when I am premenstrual. But as large as they are, I love them. And so, obviously, did Hector, the technician.
I felt his eyes on me now, hungrier than ever. I could have been a piece of licorice. Or two pieces. Having no inhibitions whatsoever, I asked him teasingly if I should remove my bra for the exam. Before he could answer I pulled off my blouse and reached behind to unhook the bra. After fully exposing myself to him I lay back on the table.
His brown puppy eyes were fastened on my tits. I tried to blush, just to make things look good. I would have bet that he had a hard-on, and I loved the idea that I was giving him one.
“How is everything?” he asked, obviously not able to think of anything better to say. He had a heavy accent.
“Oh, I’m sure I’ll be better soon,” I replied archly.
“You have beautiful big breasts,” he commented. Well, he had gotten over being tongue-tied pretty quickly. His smile was now as wide as the state of Texas. “Can I massage them for you?” he asked. “Would you like that?”
I figured I could be as bold as he was. “Hell,” I told him, “you can hold them, squeeze them, suck them and bite them if you want.” I crossed my legs as I lay there, bemused by my forwardness in acknowledging his advances, yet pleased all the same. It was too late to take back my words. Not that I really wanted to.
Instead of taking advantage of my invitation right then, however, Hector said we had better get on with the examination. He squirted a jelly-like substance onto my abdomen, and poked and prodded my belly for a few minutes with the little instrument attached to the machine. He then instructed me to turn onto my left side, then onto my right, while he continued to run the instrument over my stomach.
As I lay on my side, one large breast lay on the table, the other resting against its mate, the nipples hard under his gaze, which was concentrated at least as much on my pliant mounds as on the screen of the monitor he was supposed to be watching. At one point he moved close to me, and sure enough, I felt his manhood pressing into my arm, solid as stone.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Fine,” I replied.
“Please lie on your back again,” he said.
I turned slowly onto my back, watching his face as my boobs jiggled and danced until they settled again, the stiff nipples staring up at him. I felt the pressure of his erection again against my arm as he swayed involuntarily.
“Excuse me,” he said, still pressing into me. It took all the control I had to stop myself from reaching out to measure his girth. I was trying to be ladylike, but I was excited.
“You’re excused,” I said, grinning at him.
He sighed and told me again how big and beautiful my breasts were.
“Thank you, ” I said demurely, smiling again. “They are my favorite part of my body.”
“All of you should be the favorite,” he said. Maintaining eye contact with me, he now made his move, leaning over and grabbing my breasts, pushing them together. He kissed the right one lovingly. Then he rubbed his face between them, softly, gently, knowingly, then ran his mouth over both of the throbbing nipples, simultaneously sucking and nibbling them.
I had to bite my lips to keep from moaning aloud with pleasure. By now I was producing some serious honey in my panties. This man, this stranger, caressed and manipulated my breasts with such knowing familiarity, as if we had already been intimate and my most personal needs were open secrets to him.
Completely relaxed, I lay there as this man made love to my breasts, holding them expertly, licking, sucking, gently biting, until I began to wonder if I could come just from this. “Are you okay?” he whispered into my ear.
“Very much better now,” I answered.
Hector then wiped the exam jelly from my lower abdomen and proceeded to rub that area, his hand moving gradually downward. My breathing got heavier, and partly to distract myself I asked him where he was from.
“I am from Paraguay,” he answered, covering my lips with his own. His short military-cut hair made my fingers tingle as I caressed his head, pulling his face into the crook of my neck. His hand still caressed and massaged my lower regions. His head moved to nuzzle my breasts again as his fingers now reached my clitoris. He played with it, pressing and rubbing. I was about to climax, but just before I did he slid two of his gloved fingers into my pussy, his thumb still caressing my clit. I came hard, moaning helplessly now with every stroke of his hand, while he also moaned into my ear, as if in response to my passion.
“Touch me, please,” Hector said as my climax subsided.
Much as I wanted to, I shook my head. For one thing, I was afraid we might be discovered at any moment, though I admit it was a little late to think of that. But also I wanted to tease him, to deny him so he would want me even more, would want to continue our adventure somewhere else. “Not now,” I said firmly. “Are you finished with the exam?”
“Yes,” he answered.
I sat up, and as I did so Hector placed himself between my thighs and kissed me again. I tried to remain aloof, even though it was a hard attitude to maintain, especially when Hector pulled out his hardened member and looked at me pleadingly.
“You are beautiful, all of you,” he whispered. “And your pussy is sweet.” So saying, he licked his latex-covered fingers, then rubbed his beautiful cock. The head was shaped like a large mushroom and the veins protruded everywhere, just screaming out, Suck me now! “Oh,” he moaned. “Look at me. Don’t you want to touch it?”
“Of course I do,” I said breathlessly. “But not now.” And with that I reached over for my bra and started to put it on. He put his hands under my breasts and held them for me.
“Just giving you a hand,” he said, smiling. “God, they are so big, and so beautiful.” His face was consumed with erotic desire, which thrilled me to the core. As I slid off the table he turned me around and kissed my neck from behind. His anxious cock rammed up against my backside.
When he released me I reached for my blouse. “The doctor said I might have to come in next week for another test,” I said. “We’ll talk then.”
“Yes, I want to see you again,” Hector said. “Out of the office, if you like.” I didn’t answer, but smiled at him in a promising manner. He held my hand on my way out, and kissed me on the palm before I left.
His docile eagerness enticed me. His caresses and attention pleased me enormously. On my next visit, I thought, I’ll wear something provocative, and masturbate for him, then let him lick my fingers. When we met outside the office, of course, I would be able to explore more of his exotic sexuality. I looked forward to catering to all his sexual desires, which I was sure were as uninhibited as my own. He would believe himself to be my teacher, when in fact we would be instructing each other, leading each other down the dark paths of our respective knowledge. No commitment would be necessary just awesome sex.
My next visit to the doctor’s office was actually just a follow-up I was not scheduled for any tests. When I was finished with the doctor, Hector approached me in the outer office, telling me to wait for him, and that he would see me when he was done with the patient he was tending to. His self-assurance kept me in anticipation.
I sat and waited for half an hour. Every once in a while Hector would pass by the place where I was sitting, on his way to fetch a file or use the fax machine. He would smile and say my name each time he passed, and I would give him a little wave. Each time the desire and the anticipation grew stronger.
At last he finished with his patient and escorted me into an unused room. I didn’t have to tell him how ready I was to have him touch me. And he knew exactly how I needed to be touched. The kissing was intense. His tongue probed my mouth. While we were kissing I reached up under my skirt and touched myself, then put my fingers to his mouth. We kissed some more. I licked his lips and gently sucked his lower lip.
He opened my blouse and fondled my breasts, pulling them out of my bra. Then he brought them to his lips and kissed the nipples, looking into my eyes as he sucked on them expertly. His hand slid beneath the waistband of my thong panties and he fondled my shaved pussy, then entered it with his fingers.
My vaginal juices were flowing freely. Still gazing into my eyes, he masterfully orchestrated my pleasure, and my release. I came helplessly. After I calmed down I raised a hand to his face and traced his mouth with my finger. Then I kissed him, hard, drawing his tongue into my mouth and sucking it as if it were a cock.
As we kissed he put his hands on my ass and pulled me closer. Then he sat down on a stool, and I straddled his leg, feeling his hardened member through his jeans. Pulling my hair back, he kissed my neck avidly, then held my face between his hands as he virtually sucked my whole mouth in one of the most sensual kisses I’d ever experienced. When he broke the kiss he whispered something in his native language. I asked him to translate, and he said, “Foreplay with you is so blissful, and penetration would be unbelievably exquisite.” He paused, then added, “I want you so much, and I will do whatever you want.”
“Really?” I said. I kissed his forehead, his eyelids and the tip of his nose. Looking into his smoldering eyes, I said, with assumed modesty, “I have never been with anyone else ever, except my husband.”
“Good, then I will be your boyfriend.” Hector said assertively.
“Are you married?” I asked him.
“And you want to have a mistress?” I asked.
“Yes, and it will be you,” he said, holding me tighter to him. “I will do whatever you want. Whatever you want.”
He buried his face in my breasts, biting, kissing and caressing them. I knew that if I didn’t leave right then, this man would most definitely have me over the exam table. I pulled my bra back over my breasts. As I stood up, he inserted his hand into my thong again, pulling me back onto his leg. I came close to coming again as his fingers slipped into me. Once again I bit my lip to keep from crying out.
When he pulled out of me he brought his fingers to his mouth. He wasn’t wearing gloves this time, and he tasted only me. It seemed to drive him wild.
“Anywhere you want I will put my dick,” he said. His voice was intense, his eyes glowing. “Do you understand? We will not be fucking, we will be making love. I will also stick it between your breasts and give you a pearl necklace if you would like that.”
“I would like that,” I said breathlessly, and I smiled at him.
“I will call you,” he said. “We will make arrangements.” Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out his zippered wallet. He handed me a couple of bills. “Buy yourself something nice, and get a pair of those same panties in red. I really like the color red.”
I took the bills and nestled them between my breasts. We kissed again. Finally I pushed away from him and went into the small adjoining bathroom to clean up. But he followed me in there, and behind the locked door we kissed again. Then I sat down on the toilet, removed my damp thong and threw it over to him. It landed on his shoulder. He grabbed for it, balled it up and stuck it into his mouth. Then he pulled it out slowly, as if he were some magician showing me a trick. He sniffed the crotch, licked it and placed the thong in his pocket. I leaned back, brought my feet up onto the toilet seat and spread my thighs wide. I couldn’t wait any longer. I was ready for him then.
But he only gave me a devilish grin, saying, “I will call you soon.” And he went out.
I locked the door behind him. My knees were like jelly, and I didn’t trust myself to be able to leave with dignity just yet. Too bad it was a smoke-free facility I really wanted a cigarette.
Four days later I receive a phone call in the afternoon.
“Are you available tonight?” Hector asked.
Of course I was. “Tonight’s not good,” I forced myself to say. He wasn’t the only one who could tease. “How about tomorrow?”
“Yes, then, tomorrow. Have you thought about me in these past few days?” he asked. “I’ve only thought of you.”
“Every waking moment,” I admitted. “And I’ve bought three pairs of nice red panties. One is crotchless, one is a G-string and the third is sheer and lacy. Which would you prefer I wear?”
“The lace ones,” Hector replied. “So that I can lick you through them. How does seven o’clock sound?”
“Seven is good,” I said. “I’ll be waiting with bells on. Or leather, if you prefer.”
“Tell me how much you have missed me,” he said.
“All right,” I purred into the phone. “Listen. This is how much I miss you.” Then I lowered the receiver, placed it between my thighs and began to finger myself into a frenzy. I was home alone and didn’t have to be quiet. I moaned and purred loudly as I stroked myself. I could hear the sloshing sound of my cunt juices, and I knew he could too. I kept it up, moving faster, moaning louder, until I came for him.
“Are you there?” I asked breathlessly after a few moments.
“Yes, I am here,” Hector said hoarsely. “And tomorrow can’t come soon enough.”
“For me too,” I said, and hung up the phone.–S.L., Laredo, Texas
Last June my absolutely beautiful, shapely, sexy forty-one-year old wife Elsa was given a most unusual assignment, one that required her to use her formidable creative and problem-solving powers and considerable sexual allure. The project was to deflower a tall, handsome, blond, virginal nineteen-year-old athlete named Alan.
This enterprise was to be a kind of preemptive strike, prior to Alan’s entering college in the fall. It was a most exciting project for Elsa, having many aspects of intrigue, such as strategic and tactical planning, the element of surprise, undercover work and good hot sex. And she was the perfect agent, possessing a broad arsenal of seduction which makes men go ballistic. And she was highly motivated for the job.
Even at forty-one, my wife can vie with any twenty-something girl in terms of face and figure, and she has the advantage of experience and maturity, which so many young guys go for. She’s five feet eight, with long wavy blonde hair, beautiful eyes, very pretty legs that are long and slim, a perfect round bottom, a narrow waist and generous but not excessive tits. Men are usually drawn first to her eyes, partly because of their beauty and partly because Elsa generally does not dress provocatively under normal circumstances. Still, her sensuality manages to show through after a few minutes in her company, and men of all ages are drawn to her for this and for her pleasing ways.
Elsa and I have a great sex life and continue to be very much in love. We have managed to find ways to keep our marriage interesting, and to prevent boredom. We are essentially monogamous, but occasionally will have sex with others, either together or separately. We get a lot of opportunities because of Elsa’s attractiveness, but she is very selective. One problem is that once a guy gets into her pussy, he always wants more. And who can blame him?
And now let me tell you about Alan. He is the nephew of our best friends, Lorena and Paul. Alan spent many of his summer vacations with them, and sometimes assisted Paul with his sizeable landscaping business. He often used our large pool, so we saw him grow up. And grow he did, with a sudden spurt, from a slim young boy to a tall, handsome, strong, confident and very nice young man. As a junior in high school he was a starter on the football team, and became very popular. The girls flocked around him, but he had a steady girlfriend to whom he was loyal. However–and this is an important part of our story–he and his girlfriend, Olive, had taken a pledge of abstinence, swearing not to have sex at least until they graduated.
When Alan, an impressive scholar and athlete, was accepted by a prestigious university far from home, his parents, Thelma and Ron, were delighted, but were a little concerned for their serious, hard-working son. Specifically, they saw Alan as a mark for that type of scheming coed who seeks to catch a good husband. Alan would be any girl’s dream guy, but his parents felt that he was a bit too innocent. They knew how college freshmen, with their new-found freedom, often go wild with booze, sex and drugs. They weren’t too worried about the booze and the drugs being good parents, they had tried to educate him about responsible drinking and introduced him to drug awareness programs. They had initially been rather pleased when he took the pledge of sexual abstinence in high school, but they were concerned that, now that high school was over, he might make himself available indiscriminately to all those college girls. They found themselves hoping that Alan and Olive would take the plunge over the summer, so that he
could get the first heady taste of sex out of his system, but that did not happen, for reasons we will discover later.
His dad and his Uncle Paul then tried the time-honored male tradition of “getting him broken in.” They arranged a graduation party at a nearby go-go joint. Alan did not object to being treated to a lap dance or two, but when his uncle asked him if he’d like to go further with the girl, a sexy dark-haired dancer who was obviously available, Alan’s reply was that he just wasn’t ready yet.
In fact, soon after that Alan announced to his parents that he was thinking of extending his pledge for a few more months, at least over the summer. This presented a dilemma. What to do? A week later Alan’s parents, along with his uncle and aunt, met to discuss the situation. Ron posed the question to Paul and Lorena: “He’ll be at your house all summer long. What are his prospects in your neighborhood?”
There was a ten-second silence while they considered the question. And then all four of them said simultaneously: “Elsa!”
There was no doubt that she was the perfect candidate. “If anyone can do it, she can,” Paul said. “Alan has known Elsa and Max for a long time. She has the smarts and the know-how for the task. And boy, does she have the equipment! I saw her in a bikini a few times, and that would make any guy come in his pants. Including me!”
They all agreed they had come to the end of their search, and the next step was for the four of them to meet with Elsa and me, and make their proposition. They were confident that we would both agree–Elsa because it would be an interesting challenge, and me because I had always encouraged her to step out and utilize her many talents, including the sexual ones.
Sure enough, when the idea was presented to us, Elsa was fascinated by this most unusual assignment. She thought about it for a while, and finally agreed, saying, “Tell me all you know about his sexual life, and I’ll come up with a plan.”
Thelma said that she thought that her son had been jerking off regularly for some time, based on the stains she saw on his clothing and bedsheets. This showed that he had normal, healthy sexual instincts and desires, even though the pledge he had taken had prevented him from exploring them too far. His uncle Paul, who had showered with him after playing handball at the gym, confided that the lad had quite a large member, which, he estimated, would measure at least eight inches when hard, and two inches thick. This made Elsa’s eyes widen. She grinned broadly and said she was already thinking of some ideas, but wanted to meet with Alan before officially agreeing. But I already knew the issue had been settled when she heard those magic words, eight inches and two inches. I well knew Elsa’s love for my own fairly respectable seven by one-and-a-half-inch dick.
Alan had already started working for his uncle, so it was decided that on Monday morning Paul would send him out to mow our rather large lawn. Elsa, of course, would be staying at home. As we parted, everyone was grinning with optimism, telling Elsa that they were glad things were going to be in her capable hands. I knew that Elsa was glad too.
I had never seen Elsa so excited about a project as she seemed to be over that weekend. She told me she was really looking forward to it, and thanked me for being such an understanding and encouraging husband. I knew that visions of that eight-inch prick were dancing in her head, and that she couldn’t wait to suck and fuck it, if she was clever enough to succeed in her mission. And I was betting she would be.
My beautiful, sexy wife also fucked my brains out over that weekend like never before. Advance preparation, she called it. She was really horny, and she found new and creative ways to get me up again and again when I was feeling worn out. I loved it, although by Monday morning I was glad that she was about to have someone else to concentrate on. Her juices were really flowing, and she was more than ready.
After it was all over, Elsa gave Alan’s parents and his aunt and uncle a summarized report of how she had accomplished her mission. As for me, she gave me a far more detailed account each evening, when I got home from work, of how things had gone that day–an account which I am now able to share with your readers.
On Monday morning, promptly at nine, Alan came knocking at our door to say hello, and to make sure that Elsa knew he would be mowing the lawn that day. Elsa could hardly believe how much of a hunk he had become, even since the previous summer. Tanned, topless and showing a great physique in his cut-off shorts and work boots, he gave her a great smile and a friendly hug. If she’d had any doubts at all about officially accepting her assignment, they vanished at that moment.
As he went off to start the mowing, Elsa reviewed her plan for the day, which was mainly to get him talking, first about general subjects, then about more personal things such as his plans for college, and finally, she hoped, about his love life. She waited until he was halfway through the mowing, and then invited him to stop for a drink and a swim in the pool. Alan had brought his swim trunks, anticipating just such an opportunity. Elsa wore a plain, not particularly daring bathing suit, so as not to arouse any suspicions.
For a while they had a good time playing in the water, splashing, acting silly and laughing a lot. Elsa managed to touch his body a few times, but kept it all very innocent-seeming. After a while she maneuvered him into sitting on the edge of the pool, near the shallow end, while she stood in the water in front of him, making casual small talk.
It took a while, but she finally got him around to talking about his breakup with his girlfriend. Elsa was sympathetic. When she asked what had happened, Alan told her straightforwardly that Olive had wanted to go further sexually, in spite of the pledge they had taken, but that he still hadn’t been ready. Then, after graduation, she had gone ahead and made it with another guy. So they broke up, and he’d decided to wait out the summer and see what happened at college, since he saw no reason to abandon his pledge with some other girl who he would only be leaving behind in September.
Alan’s confiding in her thus made Elsa feel confident, and she decided to ask a rather bold question. “I think it’s really inspiring that you took that abstinence pledge,” she began. “Just out of curiosity, can you tell me what the pledge guidelines are nowadays? You know, like what’s allowed and what’s not. I mean, some kinds of activity must be allowed, considering the hormones raging at your age.”
Alan looked a little surprised at this question, and did not answer right away. “I hope I’m not getting too personal,” Elsa hastened to say. “I only ask because some of my friends took a similar pledge when we were in school, and I’m just wondering if things have changed. Back then,” she went on, trying to sound as matter-of-fact as possible, “although of course they didn’t say it outright, they didn’t put any specific bans on French kissing, fondling and kissing of breasts or even mutual masturbation. But of course oral sex was out, and certainly penetration.”
Alan was listening intently. Elsa was still standing only a couple of feet away from him, and managing to show him some good cleavage, despite her modest swimsuit. What Alan didn’t know was that her crotch was getting wet, and not only from the water in the pool.
Alan seemed a little embarrassed, but he responded rather calmly. “Well, our guidelines were mostly the same, but I guess things have changed a little bit since your time. Oral sex is not specifically prohibited, and each couple sets their own limits on that.” He hesitated, and then went on, blushing a little. “For instance, Olive and I decided it was okay to try a little oral sex. For her it was limited to my licking her vagina on the outside, but no more than that. For me–” Again he stopped, and Elsa just waited, trying to look interested but objective and non-judgmental. He continued. “I decided she could just kiss and suck the tip of my penis. Unfortunately, the third time she did it I–I ejaculated into her mouth, and she never did it again.” He shrugged. “But I have to say it felt really good.”
“Yes, it does,” Elsa said boldly. She looked into his eyes and allowed herself a rather provocative smile as he gazed back at her. “It’s almost as good as the real thing,” she added.
Alan dropped his eyes then, and as she followed his gaze downward she saw that his large penis had become visible, creeping out of the right leg of his swim trunks. It was growing so fast that it seemed to be launching itself toward her. Its tip was as red as his face. In sudden confusion he jumped into the cool water, saying he had to get back to work. He swam the length of the pool and then ran into the changing room, keeping his back to her.
Elsa was making progress.
It was five minutes before he emerged with his boots and shorts on. Elsa climbed out of the pool to meet him. “After you finish the mowing we can have lunch,” she told him. “And then another swim, if you like. Meanwhile,” she went on, drawing him close to her and smiling, “I’d like to thank you for saving a fair damsel in distress from that giant one-eyed monster that was pointed at her. You are my gallant knight.” And with that she slowly kissed him on the lips, pressing her tits into him. “I look forward to seeing more of you later,” she breathed when she broke the kiss, “and continuing our very stimulating discussion.” Alan’s eyes were glazed as he went off silently to finish up his work.
Elsa walked over to the changing room and went in. She thought she could detect the faint odor of semen, and she was sure he had masturbated before changing. Several pieces of her underwear, which she had left there on purpose, had been rearranged. There was no come in her panties or bra, but when she picked up his bathing trunks there it was, and it looked like a copious load. She sniffed at it and even tasted some, and found it absolutely delicious. She then proceeded to lick up and swallow as much of it as she could, excited to know there was no doubt a lot more in reserve where that came from, in that nineteen-year-old stud’s big balls.
By the time Alan finished up and returned to the house, Elsa had changed into business attire, both to calm him down in case she had overdone it earlier, and to provide maximum contrast in preparation for her next big move. She suggested that he go ahead out to the pool while she finished up a business report, and then she would join him for a quick swim before lunch. She refrained from remarking that she thought his swimming trunks should be dry by now.
She let him wait for fifteen minutes before coming out with a couple of beers. “I’ll go and change,” she said. “Why don’t you sit where you were before, so we can continue our discussion. But watch for me, because I have a very special surprise just for you.”
He seemed a little nervous, but he agreed. Elsa went into the changing room and put on her bathing suit, which was a different one from the suit she had worn that morning. Very different. In fact, it was one of the most revealing, skimpy and sexy bikinis ever made. It took up a total of about three square inches, one for each of her three strategic spots.
She stepped out of the door, hands on canted hips, head cocked in the most fetching pose possible, and called out, “Ta dah!” Alan was silent, but she could hardly be unaware of his reaction. She knew very well the effect her shapely body had on men. She bent over, holding her tits in with her hands, and turned slowly around, showing him her hot ass, then turned back, running her hands slowly over her body. “So, Alan,” she smiled. “How do you like your surprise?”
Still there was silence. Elsa then dove into the pool, swam to where he was sitting and surfaced right in front of him, spreading his dangling legs as she came up to stand between them.
“I thought this surprise would help us continue our discussion,” she said, smiling. “I hope it’s okay.” When he still didn’t answer, she puckered her lips and said, “Alan, honey, would you like to touch the fabric?”
“Maybe I should let you know that I wouldn’t mind if that giant one-eyed monster came back,” Elsa told him. “Actually, I’d really like to see it. In fact, I do see it approaching me again.”
Still silence, but at least he wasn’t running away this time.
“Maybe it would be encouraged by the new rules we have at this pool, which is that everyone must get a full tan. No white spots allowed, not even three square inches.” With that she slowly and seductively turned around. “Would you be a sweetheart and untie the knot for me?”
Would he? she wondered, and she felt a surge of triumph when he did. She threw the bra to him over her head and pushed off into the pool, doing a backstroke so he could see her breasts. She stared at him the whole time, and then returned to him.
He finally spoke. “Oh my god,” he whispered. “What if the neighbors can see? What if your husband comes back?”
“Alan, this place is three acres, the pool is isolated on all sides, and my husband will be at his office all day long. So now how about complying with the pool rules.”
“I don’t know if I should. Besides, I’m already topless, just like you,” he said. Clever boy.
Elsa climbed out of the pool, stood so that the remaining patch of fabric was about an inch from his face, and slowly pulled it down. Her pussy was freshly shaved for the occasion, and it was practically touching his nose. He didn’t move. Elsa stayed still for a moment before taking a step away from him. “Your turn,” she said.
“I–I think I’m too embarrassed,” Alan stammered.
“Alan, stand up right now. Fair is fair, and it’s very healthy and natural.” He stood up then, and she knelt down, yanked his trunks off and almost swooned at the hugeness of his prick. But she recovered enough to grab it and pull down on it as she calmly said, “Now sit back down.” As he did she jumped back into the pool and resumed her place between his legs. Staring at his still-growing prick, she gently took it into both her hands. It was truly magnificent, with a slight upward curve, perfect for searching out a woman’s G-spot. The head was smooth and bulbous, and his balls were two of the largest she had ever seen. “Why Alan, it is absolutely beautiful!” she murmured.
He managed to get out a “Thank you,” and even smiled a bit at the unexpected admiration. His reaction was encouraging. And so was the fact that he stayed quiet and let her stroke him, caressing with both hands until he finally stopped growing. It was indeed at least the eight inches that she had been promised.
Emboldened now, Elsa began to change the manner of her caresses, from soft, exploratory touching to a more rhythmic jerking-off motion. She could normally jerk me off with one hand, making a ring of her thumb and index finger and sliding it up and own over my prick. With Alan’s two-inch diameter, however, she had to create an expanded ring by using both hands. She slid them up and down the full length of his shaft a few times, and soon he was moaning, “Oh god, oh my god!” He was producing a quantity of precome, which made his prick nice and slippery, enabling her to optimize the effect of her stroking, especially on his big red knob. She compressed it on the downstroke and tugged it gently on the upstroke, making him moan more loudly each time. So there she was, my forty-one-year-old wife jerking off a virginal nineteen-year-old hunk.
“Oh god, Elsa, that feels sooo good!” Alan panted. “But you’d better stop doing that or–or I’m going to–to explode right in your face!”
“Alan, I’m counting on that,” Elsa told him. “I’m jerking off your huge prick, and you’re going to shoot a big hot load of jism into my mouth so I can swallow it.”
“Oh Jesus, Elsa, that talk is making me come. And here it comes now, you–you beautiful–Aaahhh!”
Elsa had indeed positioned her mouth to catch his jism, and his first huge spurt went straight in. She barely had time to swallow it before the next big gush. After that the spurts became more stringy, but they seemed to go on and on, spraying all over her face. And Elsa was loving it.
“Oh Alan, keep it coming!” she yelled. “You’re the greatest.” And she continued to pump him until he had emptied his balls.
“Oh god, look at what I did to your face,” Alan panted when he had caught his breath. “I’m so sorry. But I just couldn’t help myself. I hope you’re not mad.” Her broad smile apparently set him at ease on that score, for he went on, somewhat bashfully, “I hope we can do that again sometime over the summer.”
“That would be nice,” Elsa replied demurely, while thinking to herself, Honey, you don’t know what you’re in for, you big hunk of beautiful young man!
“Gosh, do you really like my come that much?” he said as she scooped his jism off her face, licking it lovingly from her hands and swallowing it all down voraciously.
“Ummm,” she moaned. “And I bet there’s more where that came from. Tell me, Alan, how much recovery time will you need to get up another full load?”
Accustomed to dealing with me, and other men my age, who need considerable time to refresh themselves, her jaw dropped when he replied, “Oh boy, I’d have to say a good ten minutes at least.”
“Well,” she smiled. “Tell you what, Alan, why don’t we swim for ten minutes, and then . . . go in for lunch. Or something.”
He dove into the pool, and again they splashed and played around, almost like children. When she figured that ten minutes had passed, Elsa stood close to him in the water. “Alan,” she said, “why don’t you put your hands on my breasts.” He hesitated, but he did it. She could see through the water that his cock was starting to grow again. “Now kiss and suck them,” she said breathlessly. “Go on, I know you want to. It’s okay.”
With a stifled cry he brought his mouth to her tits, taking in first one, then the other, sucking on them hungrily. He especially loved her nipples, vacuuming them into his mouth and simultaneously stroking them with his tongue.
“Alan, you’re driving me wild,” she breathed. “I’ll have to teach my husband your tit techniques.” With that she grabbed his prick, already grown to half of its full size, despite the cool water. “Sit on the edge again,” she commanded, and he did. It took less than a minute for her stroking fingers to bring him to full erection. Then, at the end of a downstroke, with no warning, she lunged forward to take the knob of that fantastic prick in her mouth.
Alan let out a gasp that was an equal mixture of surprise, pleasure and consternation. Then, convulsively, he pulled away from her. “Wait, Elsa, wait!” he panted. “We can’t! I mean–I can’t do that, it’s . . . it’s too . . .”
Elsa stayed calm. “But, Alan, it’s just the tip,” she pointed out. “You let Olive suck the tip of your cock, remember? That’s all I’m doing.”
“Well . . . okay,” he conceded, not too reluctantly, she thought. “But just the tip, remember.”
So Elsa, going along with him for now, then and there invented what she later called the “knob job,” taking just the head of his dick into her mouth, sealing her wet, hot, smooth lips around it, and pulling hard as she sucked up and down that limited length, while circling it with her tongue. In a minute she had him yelling in intense pleasure, and in another minute he was coming. His spurts were as powerful as before, and she took them all down her throat, her head jerking up and down as she sucked the jism out of that huge knob.
So far, with all they had done, Alan had not technically violated the limits of his pledge. But now Elsa felt it was time to push him further. Again now, she asked him how long it would take for him to be ready again. To her amusement, he looked abashed as he said, “Sorry, Elsa. Even I have limits. It’ll probably take twice as long this time, maybe a good twenty minutes.”
Smiling to herself, she said, “That’s okay, Alan. We’ll be having lunch in a half hour. You swim for twenty minutes, while I go inside and prepare.”
Twenty minutes later he came into the kitchen, still in his swim trunks, and he didn’t object when she pulled them down. “Sit in this chair, honey,” Elsa said. “And close your eyes for another big surprise. Keep them closed now.” When he did so she stripped off the dress she had hastily put on. There was nothing beneath it. A few quick finger strokes and a one-minute suck of his knob got him right back to his eight-inch length and two-inch thickness. Elsa’s heart was pounding it was now or never.
“Keep your eyes shut, Alan.” Advancing and spreading her legs, she straddled both the chair and him, until her wet pussy was positioned just one inch above his rigid vertical prick. Then, slowly, she lowered that hot and ready pussy until its lips just touched his cock tip. Lowering herself even more slowly, she felt the conical head begin to spread her lips. Felt those lips sucking him in, until the broad head was inside her. She stopped then, tightening her pussy muscles, clamping them around him. Holding herself in place, she clamped and unclamped those vaginal muscles half a dozen times, rhythmically, bringing a moan from his throat. Then she pulled upward, up to the very tip of his dick, finally releasing it. Then she did it all over again.
“My god, what’s happening?” Alan panted. “What are you doing? This is not your lips, Elsa.”
“Oh yes it is,” she said–truthfully. And she repeated her actions a few more times, still moving slowly. Oh god, she thought, I am actually fucking him now. A limited fuck, but a fuck nonetheless. And she felt her orgasm building up, her first orgasm with him. Alan was gasping, saying that he couldn’t control himself. “Yes!” she shouted. “Open your eyes, Alan, and shoot with me, right now, right into me!” And she felt him spurt into her as she came.
“Oh, Jesus!” Alan was yelling. “Elsa, sweetheart, I love it, and I love you!” She was still coming, still moving up and down on his dickhead, and she only stopped when he did. Then, slowly, reluctantly, she pulled her pussy from his prick, vacuuming out his very last drop. Backing off on shaking legs, she knelt on floor and licked his limp lance clean.
Alan was quiet over lunch. She wasn’t sure what he was thinking, and she didn’t want to push him too much at that point. Afterwards he told her he had to get back to his job. Then, to her delight, he added, “I hope to see you again soon, Elsa. Real soon. This has been the nicest day of my life. How–how can I thank you?”
She smiled. “That’s easy, Alan. My hedges really need trimming. Do you think you might you be available tomorrow morning? And you can plan to stay for lunch again–and a little beyond.”
“Tomorrow? Well–yeah. Sure,” Alan said.
She kissed him good-bye before he left. That afternoon all she could think of was that she had fucked him, actually fucked him. Well, sort of. But she knew she had to go further to actually complete the project. That night she and I did some more “advance preparation” while she told me all that had happened that day.
The morning of day two was essentially a repeat of day one. Landscaping, a swim, a jerk-off, a mouth-suck, a pussy-suck and lunch. Alan’s balls had refilled completely overnight, and Elsa again marveled at the powers of youth.
After lunch she moved into the next phase of her plan. “Alan, your wonderful cock looks lonely,” she told him. “Let’s go to my bedroom, right now.”
The element of surprise silenced him again, but he made no objection when she led him upstairs by his prick. “Lie down on the bed,” Elsa instructed. “And you can keep your eyes open this time.” When he obeyed she climbed on top of him, and they looked deeply into each other’s eyes as she lowered her pussy onto his knob. But this time she deliberately lowered herself a little beyond the ridge of the head. Alan moaned, but didn’t say anything, and she let herself down another inch. He looked at her inquiringly, and she sensed that he was struggling, wanting to stop her and yet not wanting to.
In the end, it had to be his decision. “Alan, you get on top,” she told him. Pulling away, she rolled onto her back and spread her legs, holding her breath as he slowly entered her. Her entire strategy, she felt, was at stake at this climactic moment. With his eyes locked on hers, he moved about one inch forward and back, several times, tentatively. She squeezed her pussy around him.
“Alan,” she said softly, “whatever you do is okay now. I’m not a virgin, and I haven’t taken any pledge. If you want it, this could be your life’s big moment. Your very first full fuck. Your beautiful eight-inch cock all the way inside my hot, wet pussy. I would absolutely love to be your first, Alan. It would be so beautiful. But it’s your choice.”
He paused, and then slowly slid in and out of her again, just a bit. Just an inch. But the next stroke was two inches. Then three. And then he suddenly moaned and plunged all the way into her, all eight thick fabulous inches of him.
“Oh, Elsa!” he yelled. “Oh god, Elsa, this is unbelievable!”
“Quick Alan, do it again!” And he did, pulling out and plunging that full eight inches inside her again. And again. And again. Faster and faster, yelling more and more. “Yes, fuck me, Alan!” she cried. “We’re fucking, you’re fucking me, we’re really fucking. More, more!”
“Elsa, darling, I just love fucking you! Oh Christ! Oh!” He was pounding at her now, driving himself into her and yelling, “Elsa, Elsa, I love it. I love it! I’m coming, I’m coming! Elsa, I love you. I love you!”
“I love you too, Alan!” she moaned. At that moment she was carried away, feeling that this was the best fuck of her life. He pumped and pumped, and she convulsed in orgasm as she felt the giant hot spurt of his come pouring into her. She spasmed again and again, until he finally emptied his balls and collapsed on top of her.
“Oh Elsa, we did it!” he panted. “We did it, we fucked each other!”
She smiled, “Congratulations. I knew all along you could do it. You just gave a sexy, very experienced married lady the best fuck of her life.”
“And you just gave me the best fuck of my life.” At that they both broke out laughing.
They were giddy, but still horny, and they spent the next hour fucking almost non-stop. His huge prick would not go down. Finally he drained his balls into her one last time.
The next day he was back again, without even a gardening excuse this time. He had no problem taking off from work, because of course his Uncle Paul knew it was in a good cause. That day Elsa showed him a half-dozen new positions, including doggie-style. After that he confided to her that he had often thought of her while jerking off. In fact, she had been his favorite fantasy for a long time. The compliment made her hotter than ever.
On day four she introduced him to full blowjobs, and full cunt licking. And to 69. He loved it. She loved it. And I loved it when she told me about it that night, demonstrating it all as she did.
On day five he walked in the door with a huge hard-on, and they never stopped for two hours. As he was leaving she teasingly asked him to run a scientific experiment by jerking off as much as he could that night, while thinking about her, and to tell her about it the next day.
On day six they went for a record. In spite of his having jerked off five times the night before, they fucked for three hours and he came seven more times. As for her, her own orgasms were so copious that she couldn’t keep track of them.
By day seven, even Alan was feeling the strain. He called her up and told her that his balls were really aching, and he thought they should skip that day. Elsa asked him if he wouldn’t like to come over and just lick her pussy for a couple of hours. Which he did, and in fact ended up fucking her a couple of times anyway.
After that things continued to slow down, and in another week or two he was down to fucking her just one or two hours every other day. By the end of the summer it was once or twice a week. He still loved having sex with her, but he had gotten over the first wild frenzy and had gotten back into the normal routine of a college-bound young man–preparing for school, earning money and hanging out with friends. Which, after all, had been more or less the point of the whole thing.
On the day before he left, Alan asked Elsa to spend a day alone with him at the beach. He thanked her for her kindness and said he would never forget her. They spent the whole day making quiet yet passionate love.
Later on, after Alan had left for college, we three married couples met again at our house. His parents and his aunt and uncle were all very grateful to Elsa for what she had accomplished. They were satisfied that Alan, having gotten the first craziness of sex out of his system, would be less vulnerable and more able to act responsibly in college which was just how it turned out . And the men, at least, were more impressed with Elsa than ever–especially as she happened to be wearing her miniscule three-square-inch bikini. Elsa later told me with amusement that Ron, Alan’s father had taken her aside and whispered, “First of all, thank you for the big favor. And secondly, I want you to know that Alan’s attributes run in the family!”
Shortly after that, Uncle Paul had said to her, “I think Alan is a very lucky guy to have had such a great teacher. And by the way, please keep me in mind–I’m available.”
And even Aunt Lorena had taken advantage of a moment alone with her to say, “Thank you. I just knew you were the perfect one for the assignment. Also, maybe you and I should get together sometime.”
Quite a family.–M.J., Stowe, Vermont
Jean and I have been married for almost ten years. Jean is a real knockout. She is forty years old, but looks to be no older than thirty. She has a doll face, blonde hair and long legs, and barely weighs a hundred and twenty pounds. She also has what she says are 36C titties, though I believe they are more like 36D. Because of her figure she gives the appearance of being on the wild side, but when we married she was very conservative. That gradually changed as I encouraged her to dress more provocatively and to open herself up to her dreams and fantasies.
I am an average hard-working guy who since we were married has held down two jobs. Aside from my full-time job as a police officer I also run my own real estate business. I have what I consider to be a much larger-than-average-size cock–which I think was one of the reasons Jean married me. I also have a huge obsession for white panties. I get the most turned on when Jean walks around the house wearing nothing but white panties and a smile.
After we had been married for a few years we went to Hawaii for a vacation. One night we went to a club for a bit of drinking and dancing. We were sitting at the corner of the bar when I noticed that Jean was positioned in such a way that her white panties were clearly visible to me–as well as to the good-looking guy sitting next to me, who was definitely taking notice.
Up to that point I had never been especially turned on by the idea of someone seeing my wife’s panties, but suddenly it excited me beyond belief.
I leaned over to Jean and told her that I could see her panties under her skirt, and that the guy next to me was looking too. When she started to adjust herself, I told her that for some reason this was turning me on. For a few minutes Jean didn’t move. Then she got up and went to the ladies’ room, and when she returned, she handed me her panties and then sat as she had before, except that now her pussy was clearly visible, both to me and to the good-looking stranger.
I could tell that the guy was looking up her skirt as much as he could while trying not to be too obvious about it. We sat at the bar until closing time, with Jean still casually flashing her pussy, and then the guy reluctantly left, and Jean and I went home for a fantastic fuck session.
That was how I learned that what I really liked was for Jean to show off her pussy to strangers.
Several months later we were out at a neighborhood bar when we ran into a fellow policeman named Chet. We drank for a couple of hours, and at closing time Chet invited us to his place for a few more beers.
At Chet’s apartment Jean and I sat on the sofa as the three of us finished off a twelve-pack. The talk got pretty free, and finally we told Chet about the night at the bar in Hawaii. Just telling that story turned me on big time, and I could tell that Jean was excited too.
Chet said that the guy was pretty damn lucky to be able to see Jean’s crotch. I said, kind of kiddingly, that what he probably wanted to see was her titties. And with that I reached over and lifted Jean’s shirt, exposing her bra-covered tits. Jean said, “Hey!” but she didn’t move or try to pull the shirt down. I knew she was thinking the same thing I was.
Chet’s eyes were on that bulging bra. Finally he said that he would love to see them, and to squeeze them too. I told him that he could do that only if he promised to suck on one while I sucked on the other.
As Chet got up and walked over to us, I unsnapped Jean’s bra, with no protest from her, and her titties came free. Chet immediately began to squeeze one and to suck on her hard nipple. I then pulled off her skirt and panties to expose her moist pussy.
I don’t know what had come over me, as I had never had a desire to actually share my wife with anyone, but I was so turned on I just couldn’t resist seeing how far this would go. I told Chet to stick his tongue as far into her pussy as he could, while I sucked on her other nipple. At this point Jean spoke up, looking me in the eyes and saying, “Are you sure you want this to happen?” For reply I took her hand and placed it on my cock. When she felt my hard-on through my pants, she knew the answer to her question.
Now that our desires were out in the open, we all made our way to Chet’s bedroom, where he and Jean lay down on the bed in a 69 position. Jean then began to lick and suck his average-sized cock as passionately as she had ever sucked mine. After a short time she said she wanted him to stick his dick into her pussy.
I had brought Jean’s panties in with me, and now I smelled them as I watched her fucking Chet. But she asked him to pull out before he could come inside her. As he rolled off I got down and began to lick her pussy, which made me hotter than hell, knowing that that pussy had just swallowed my friend’s cock.
Chet then went into the bathroom. While he was in there Jean told me that she had changed her mind and wanted him to come inside her after all, as it would not be fair to him otherwise. She said she wanted to go and do him in the bathroom, while I stayed on his bed and jerked off into her panties.
So she did go into the bathroom, and when they returned in about fifteen minutes Chet’s cock was limp, and I knew that he had just fucked my wife. This again gave me the desire to suck her pussy dry, so I laid her down and sucked out his jism. To this day, I don’t know why I enjoyed eating her out so much.
The next day Jean and I told each other that this had all happened because we were drunk, but I soon came to realize that that threeway was the most exciting thing I had ever done. Over the next few months, whenever we met Chet at club or a bar, I noticed that he would have his hand down Jean’s pants under the table. But that was as far as Jean would go.
Now she says she thinks of him as a friend, and acts as though nothing ever happened. But she knows damn well that when Chet and I go to the men’s room, I show him polaroids I have taken of her naked snatch. Sometimes I will give him a pair of her panties to jerk off into. One time I gave him a pair and he jerked off into them right there in the men’s room. After he gave them back, I brought them back to Jean and told her he had jerked off into them. She just smiled and put them in her purse.
From time to time, I will call Sam, another friend of mine, and have him come over when Jean is not home to go through her panty drawer. I have also shown him a video of Jean and me fucking, which he jerks off to as he watches. All this turns Jean on when she hears about it, but she still says she doesn’t want to do a threesome again.
However, she has become more open about expressing her fantasies during lovemaking. She tells me that she thinks about a stranger watching her being fucked by me. Or about dancing with a stranger and feeling his dick getting hard while rubbing against her body. Or about being on the second level at a mall and having guys look up to see under her skirt.
She still insists that these are just fantasies, but now things may be about to change. I am planning to retire from the police department in about six weeks, and we will be moving to a new part of the country. Jean is already there, setting up our new home. She left me with a plentiful supply of her panties to jerk off into, and she has told me over the phone that she has been thinking about things, and that she wants to really be my slut when we get settled in our new place. My hope is that this means she is willing to experiment with a third person again. Whatever it means, I’m more than ready. I just want her to live out her wildest dreams–and mine.–T.R., Butte, Montana
A Sailing Trip Turns Into A Sex Show As His Wife Does A Hornpipe With His Friend
Last month my wife Andrea and I spent a weekend with our friend Chris on his boat, just relaxing and enjoying the sun and sea. Chris’s boat is a large cabin craft, complete with galley, staterooms and so on.
At the end of our first day, which we had spent cruising out in the gulf, we found a place to tie up and spend the night. It was just getting dark when I went down below to shower and change clothes. I was down there for a while, and as I was climbing back up to the main deck, what I saw made me stop in my tracks.
My friend Chris was climbing off the naked body of my wife. There was no doubt that they had just finished fucking I saw his dick come out of her pussy. Then they lay back on the deck to rest. I was wildly jealous and wildly turned on at the same time.
I stayed where I was on the stairs and watched the two of them caress each other as they talked. Then I heard Chris tell Andrea that he wanted to fuck her again. Andrea said she was all for it, but she wanted to check and see what I was doing down below. She got up and put her swimsuit back on. I stayed where I was, and as she started down the stairs she saw me standing there with my hard dick in my hand.
She stopped, and our eyes met. There was a long pause as she looked at me stroking my dick. Then she said, “You saw us up there didn’t you?” I said yes. She asked if I was upset, and I told her, truthfully, that I had been at first, but now I was just turned on.
“Well, he wants to fuck me again,” Andrea said.
“And is that what you want?” I asked her.
“Yes,” my wife said. “He has a really large dick, and it touches me in places that you never have.”
“Okay,” I told her. “Go ahead. I’ll watch you from here.”
Andrea asked me if I was sure I could handle what I was about to see, and I said yes and again told her to go ahead. So she went back up on deck and told Chris that I was taking a nap down below, and it would be okay for them to fuck some more. She took off her swimsuit and lay down on the deck, spreading her legs and pulling him over onto her. Then she took his dick, which was indeed quite large, and worked it with her hands until it was hard. She pulled it to her pussy, and he penetrated her with one stroke.
Soon Andrea was moaning as I’d never heard her moan before. As I watched the scene, I was amazed to realize that I was actually watching my friend fuck my wife, and I was so turned on I could hardly believe it.
They continued to fuck each other for several more minutes. At one point Chris started fucking her very fast and hard, something she loves when I do it to her. With Chris she really went wild bucking and yelling, and then both of them came like gangbusters.
After that things went along pretty normally for most of the weekend. But on the last day, before we returned to port, Andrea told me she wanted to fuck Chris again, and asked me to pretend to take another nap. I did so, and what a show I got!.
This time Chris started by eating out my wife’s pussy. Andrea was lying on her back with her knees up and spread wide. Chris’s face was buried between her thighs, and as he ate her cunt his hands reached up to knead her tits. Andrea’s head was turned toward the stairs where I was standing, my head just peeking over the deck, and thus at a level with hers. She was moaning and panting, but keeping her eyes on mine, deliberately showing me how much she was enjoying what Chris was doing to her. He made her come that way, and afterwards she put him on his back and crouched over him to return the favor. Again she kept looking at me as she sucked his big dick, her head bobbing, her mouth taking him in as far as she could, until he arched and shot down her throat with a loud groan. Andrea raised her head and let me watch her throat move as she swallowed his come.
After a minute she took him back in her mouth and licked and sucked him till he was hard again. Then she got on top of him and took him inside her. As she rode his dick wildly, her thighs pumping, her tits bouncing, her hair whipping around her face, she again kept looking over at me, and I was so turned on I couldn’t help pulling out my own cock and jerking off right there in the stairway. She came twice more before Chris exploded inside her.
Later, back home, I asked Andrea how Chris had talked her into fucking him in the first place. She smiled and said she’d tell me in bed that night. Which she did, and we had the best sex we’d ever had.–Name and address withheld
It was a Saturday afternoon after our softball game, and my best friend Aaron and I were going out for a round of beers with our team. We had just won the championship game, and everybody was in a good mood. I called up my wife, Connie, to let her know I would be home a little later than planned. Connie said to take my time, as she was going out shopping with the girls.
By the time Aaron and I finished up the last round it was getting to be about six o’clock, and I asked Aaron if he wanted to come over for some dinner and a few drinks. Aaron said he was game, so I called Connie to let her know, and we headed off to my place.
As we walked onto the patio, I saw that my wife already had the grill going and the drinks flowing. The grilling steaks smelled delicious. Aaron is a big tall guy, and I knew he appreciated a good hearty meal.
Connie walked up to Aaron and me and handed us each a drink, saying, “You guys must be extremely tired from playing ball all afternoon.”
As she turned to walk back to the grill I gave her a playful smack on the ass, saying, “Not that tired, baby.”
Connie was dressed in a long, red, flowing summer dress. Her blonde hair fell lightly down upon her shoulders. I could tell she was feeling a little horny she had that special look on her face. When she was out of earshot, Aaron said to me, “You sure are lucky to have that to come to home to every night.” And I agreed with him.
Connie, Aaron and I ate a fabulous meal, finishing up with a bottle of good wine. Then Connie put some music on as I cleared the dishes. Aaron seemed to be paying extra attention to Connie as she walked about the room.
As I was putting the dishes in the sink, Connie came into the kitchen and walked up behind me. She started kissing me on the neck as her hands caressed my crotch. My dick began to stiffen as she kneaded it. She was a little drunk, as we all were. After about five minutes I told her that our guest was going to become jealous. “Is that something I should take care of?” she whispered into my ear, squeezing my cock hard.
I was really feeling very aroused now. Turning, I pinched her nipple lightly and licked her neck and ear. “Maybe,” I whispered back to her. And with that she turned and walked out of the room, with me following her.
Aaron had found some of my wife’s Victoria’s Secret catalogues, and was looking through them. Connie sat down next to him on the couch. “Which lingerie do you like, Aaron?” she asked him. Aaron was kind of embarrassed and mumbled something about how all the girls looked the same.
“Why don’t you show him what I got you last Christmas,” I said to Connie. She smiled and got up, heading for our bedroom. Aaron looked at me with wide eyes. I made us a couple more drinks.
After about five very long minutes, Connie walked back in wearing a long, flowing black silk robe, underneath which she had on sheer black stockings, garters, a black thong and a matching black bra.
As she came over to us I took her in my arms and gave her a big kiss. Aaron was sitting on the couch just in front of us. I turned my wife around so that her back was to him, then slowly pulled up the back of the silk robe, exposing her ass cheeks to Aaron’s eyes.
After a moment Aaron reached out and put his hand on Connie’s ass. When she made no protest, he slowly began to kiss and lick those round cheeks, while I continued to kiss her on the lips. Connie reached back with her right hand and stroked Aaron’s face as he continued to investigate her ass. Breaking the kiss, I could see him pushing her thong to one side and sliding his tongue down the crack between her cheeks.
Connie was starting to pant. “Oooh, that feels good!” she said. I slipped her robe from her shoulders, then slowly peeled down her bra and started sucking on those big nipples. She clung to me as Aaron easily slid her thong down her legs, then resumed licking her from behind, starting at her asshole and going all the way to her clit. Connie was squirming now. Her legs were trembling, and I was supporting her so she could stand up. Aaron was getting more aggressive, his face now practically buried in my wife’s ass. Connie’s panting mouth was open and she was licking her lips as he fucked her ass with his tongue. “Oh god, that feels so good,” she moaned. “Yeah, stick that tongue in my ass!” She reached down and back to pull her ass cheeks apart so he could stick his tongue still further up her asshole.
After a couple of minutes, I spun Connie around and put her on her knees. Aaron dropped his Levi’s and Connie helped out by yanking his boxers down to his knees. Her eyes popped when she saw his big cock for the first time, and she licked her lips in anticipation. The next thing she licked was the tip of his dick.
Aaron played with Connie’s hair as she licked his fat cock all the way down to his balls. Then she took one of the huge spheres in her mouth. At this point I just sat down on the couch and started stroking my dick as I watched. Connie continued to suck his tool like it was the last cock on the planet.
“Yeah, suck that fucking cock,” Aaron said. He was getting really bold now. “You like eating that big dick, don’t you, Connie? You like eating my fat cock.”
Connie broke away from his dick just long enough to respond. “God, yes! This fucking cock taste so good! I can’t wait to feel it in my pussy, and my pussy is getting so wet just thinking about it.” I was stroking my own cock so fast I almost came right then. I slowed down and tried to steady myself.
Connie stood up then and wrapped her legs around Aaron’s waist. I could see her wet pussy lips hovering over my friend’s huge cock. Then she reached down and guided that giant pole into her cunt, and I watched about a fourth of that cock quickly get gobbled up by my wife’s pussy.
Connie’s head shot back. “Unnhh, unnh,” she grunted as she adjusted to the size of him, and then she was working more of that big dick into her pussy. “Oh, your cock feels so good,” she panted. “Split me open with your big dick, Aaron. Please make me come, please!”
With this encouragement Aaron wrapped both his strong hands around my wife’s ass and began to move with her, inching his entire cock into her pussy. Her pussy lips were completely stretched around his pole. I had never witnessed anything as erotic as the sight of my small, petite wife sitting astride my huge friend with his dick buried inside her. I knew she would do anything for him right then. She was loving every minute of it. And so was I.
Aaron started sucking on her tits now, while she bounced up and down on his lap. Connie grabbed his head and shoved it into her bosom. “Yeah, suck my tits!” she yelled. She was moving harder now. “Ooohhh, you’re going to make me come,” she gasped. She turned her head halfway around to look at me. “Ohhh, he’s going to make come, baby. I’m going to come all over his big dick, his cock feels soooo good! Watch him make me come, baby!”
“Let me see it, Connie!” I responded. Aaron had now slid his left index finger down to her asshole, playing with it as he fucked her with his cock. He could do anything to her at that moment, and she would love it. It almost looked as if he was jacking himself off with my wife, the way he was bouncing her around like a rag doll as she went crazy with lust.
“Fuck that, Connie, fuck that cock!” he rasped hoarsely. “You like feeling that big dick, don’t you? Don’t you, Connie baby?”
“Yes, yes, I love your big dick, I love the places you’re touching me!” Connie moaned.
“You’re going to want this cock again, aren’t you?” my friend persisted.
“YES! Yes, oh yes, you can fuck me any time, please, I’m uh, uh, uhhh, I’m COMING!” she screamed. “Oh YESSSS!” Her twisting body went into spasmodic convulsions, and at that moment Aaron slammed his cock as deep as he could up into her pussy, and I knew he was spurting his come into my wife. Still in the throes of climax, her body seemed to be soaking up every inch of him.
Finally she went limp, and fell over him, sweat coating their intertwined bodies. And at that moment I began to spurt ropes of come all over my hand, my body and the couch.
Before Connie climbed off Aaron’s cock, the two of them shared a long embrace and a passionate kiss. I could tell that we were going to be a threesome for a long time to come.–Name and address withheld
I am a thirty-year-old male who’s been married to a gorgeous and curvaceous sexpot for eight years now. Ronni is a year younger than me. We started out as high-school sweethearts and have remained completely faithful to each other since then. Our love life has been extremely passionate, and we are both enthralled with giving each other pleasure.
About a year ago, for some reason, Ronni’s always strong libido kicked into overdrive. She couldn’t get enough sex. Morning, noon and night, all she could think about was getting laid. She frequented adult chat rooms on the Internet, pleasuring herself into a frenzy in the process. Nearly every night I would hear her–and frequently watch her–masturbating with her thick ten-inch black vibrator while taking her evening bath. And on more than one occasion I awoke in the night with her cunt or her mouth planted tightly around my pole. This newfound sexual energy was amazing but not unpleasant.
A couple of months ago Ronni was asked to be the maid of honor at her best friend’s wedding. She and Carol had also first met in high school, and they were very close. Along with some friends, Ronni planned a bachelorette party for Carol, to take place a week before the wedding. My wife and I live in a large two-story Colonial-style home, and since she and Carol were both social butterflies with a large circle of friends, it was decided to hold the party at our house.
I was told that on the night of the party I could either go out for the evening or retire upstairs to our bedroom. Since there was a ball game on that night that I wanted to watch, I elected to stay upstairs. At least that’s what I told Ronni. But part of me was curious to find out just what happened at a bachelorette party.
At seven o’clock on the night of the party I was in our bedroom, listening to the cars pulling up outside and the guests arriving. By eight, when I peeked out through the door, I could see nearly thirty young women, most of them in their twenties and early thirties, dancing and talking. Ronni had hired a catering company to provide the food and an open bar, and the white wine and whiskey sours were flowing like water.
By nine-thirty none of the girls were feeling any pain, and several were downright drunk. I found that with the lights turned off upstairs, I could sit in our bedroom doorway and watch the show down below without being seen. However, more than once I caught my wife winking in my direction, or blowing a kiss to me. I hadn’t fooled her a bit she knew my curiosity would have me playing the voyeur.
Around ten o’clock the front doorbell rang, and there was collective applause from all the ladies. It seemed the cavalry had arrived. Ronni opened the door, and in walked three of the biggest and brawniest men I had ever seen. They all had dark brown hair and olive skin, and were obviously of Italian descent. The first guy was appropriately named Guido, and the other two were Arnie and Joe. The women, now quite sauced, all giggled and murmured their approval.
I saw Ronni go up to Guido and hand him an envelope, obviously filled with cash. He leaned in closely and whispered a question in her ear. She shrugged her shoulders, then moved to the center of the room and called for attention. She then proceeded to tell the ladies they had a choice: the guys could strip down to a G-string, or for an extra twenty bucks a head they would go the “full Monty.” Well, I had never seen ladies pull out their purses and wallets so fast in my life. Within seconds Guido had collected another pile of money, and the ladies settled into the couches and chairs, which had now been moved to the perimeter of the room. The show began.
Guido turned on the portable boom box they had brought with them, and sensual music filled our home as I witnessed a sight rarely seen by the stronger sex. These ladies–sweet college students, respectable businesswomen or demure housewives–suddenly turned into screaming, whistling nymphos. The alcohol continued to flow as the guys shed everything, including their socks, and the women went wild. I looked on at the scene with astonishment. All three guys were hung like horses. Arnie and Joe had dicks that were at least eight inches long, while Guido danced around erect at a good ten inches. The guys shook and pranced all around the room, often rubbing themselves against the girls. They would put their cocks inches away from the ladies’ faces. Some of the giggling girls patted them as you would a dog. A few stroked them more boldly. Two brave ladies even sucked briefly on Guido’s huge dong. One lady actually bared her breasts and let Joe trail his precome over her nipples. Even my wife got into it, doing a lit
tle bump and grind with Guido. Everyone was having a great time. Then, at midnight, the doorbell rang again. It was the limousine service.
Ronni had wisely decided to hire several limousines to take the ladies home, figuring none of them would be in shape to drive, and that they could pick up their cars the next day. All the ladies groaned as they realized that it was midnight already and the party was over. They all gave the guys a final hug and kiss as they left through the front door and piled into the limousines. Carol thanked my wife profusely for an incredible night, and followed her friends out to the waiting cars.
And that left my wife standing alone with three naked men in the center of our living room. Even from where I was I could see that her face was flushed, whether because of the men or the alcohol she had consumed, or both, I was not sure. The guys now picked up their boxer briefs and began to pull them on over their still semi-hard penises. At that point Arnie casually mentioned that they were going to have to do something to relieve their excitement, or they’d never get to sleep. What happened next practically knocked me off my chair. In a raspy, lusty whisper, my wife said, “I’d be happy to oblige.”
I rose to my feet and moved into the hall, standing with my hands on the banister railing. Ever since Ronni and I had begun sharing our fantasies, I’d known that it was her secret desire to be taken by multiple men. Over the years she had told me about fantasies and dreams featuring herself with two or three guys, which always got her wet. Her telling these stories usually resulted in the two of us having incredible sex. But never in a million years did I think she’d actually act on that fantasy.
She glanced up to me now as I stood in the dimness of the balcony, and I could see the question in her eyes. She wanted my permission. I was already hard just from the thought of it, and I nodded my approval. Ronni smiled and pulled her dress above her hips, hooked her panties with her thumbs and pushed them down her legs to the floor. She then looked directly at the three staring guys and said, “I like it hard.”
After a second of incredulous hesitation, the men were on her in a flash. Arnie put his head up underneath the skirt of her dress and draped it around his shoulders. There was no foreplay as he brought his lips to her wet pussy and began slurping and tonguing her slit. Of course I couldn’t see all this, but Ronni filled me in on the details later. The other two moved to either side of her and worked on the buttons of her dress until it pulled open. She wore no bra, and her 38C breasts fell out into their mouths and waiting hands. She threw back her head, wallowing in the pleasure of having six hands on her body.
Arnie slid a finger into her snatch as he licked at her clit, and soon Ronni was bucking her hips in rhythm with his strokes. She reached down to the two huge cocks on either side of her and took them in her hand, stroking, caressing, pleasuring them. Her breathing became more rapid and her hips began grinding faster as she cried out in her first orgasm of the night. I stood watching in total disbelief, only dimly aware that I had pulled my own shaft out of my pants and was now holding it in my hand.
Arnie stood up now, and Ronni stepped completely out of her dress, revealing her total nakedness to the strangers. She showed no shame, no shyness, only pure lust. It was her turn now to drop to her knees, and when she had done so she moved from cock to cock, sucking and slurping each of them with wanton abandon, using her hands to stroke whichever cocks she wasn’t blowing at the time. All three of the men were obviously enjoying this. Ronni had always been amazing at blowjobs, and I could almost feel her lips and tongue on my own shaft. This action went on for nearly fifteen minutes, and I was totally mesmerized.
Finally Guido grabbed Ronni’s hand and pulled her to her feet, then led her over to a couch directly beneath where I was standing. He lay on his back on the couch, with that massive ten-inch cock standing straight up like a flagpole. He motioned for my wife to straddle him, and she did exactly as she was told. She had never had a cock as large as that, and she eased down on it slowly. I could hear her gasping with pleasure as it filled her up completely. And then I heard the faint sloshing sounds of her wet pussy as Guido began to drive in and out of her. They moved slowly at first, but quickly picked up the rhythm.
Arnie, standing at the head of the couch, now brought his dick to her gasping mouth, and Ronni opened up and took in his entire length. Soon he was fucking her face as furiously as Guido was pounding her pussy, and she was moaning with pleasure around his pumping pole. The smell of sex was everywhere. Joe stood watching and yanking furiously at his raging cock, just as I was now doing with mine.
Guido came first, pumping shot after shot of his sticky semen deep into her pussy, and Ronni’s body shuddered in orgasm as he finished. He pulled his spent cock from her hole, and moments later Joe replaced it with his, taking her doggie-style, as Guido, still underneath her, sucked at her nipples. This proved to be too much for her and she briefly released Arnie’s cock to scream out another orgasm. Arnie grabbed her head and quickly shoved his dick back into her willing mouth. Both he and Joe were getting closer, and they quickened the tempo of their strokes. As Ronni shuddered through a fourth orgasm, Arnie pulled out and shot his come all over her mouth and chin. Some of it went in her mouth and she swallowed it down, while the rest ran down her face. At the same time, Joe pulled out of her sopping pussy and shot arc after arc of his come onto her ass and back.
Guido rolled out from under and began looking for his clothes, telling her what a great fuck she was. Arnie and Joe also started to get dressed. My wife was lying on her side, come still splattered on her face, ass and back, and more of it leaking from her just-filled pussy. She looked up at me then, as I peered over the railing, and I winked and smiled at her. I was still stroking myself, and now I came right through the railing, spurt after spurt of my come shooting through the rails and raining down on my wife. As I milked the last of my gooey come from my softening cock, I looked down again. Ronni now had come all over her beautiful tits and in her pubic hair as well, and she was wearing the biggest smile I had ever seen as she looked lovingly up at me.
The guys finished dressing, and then thanked Ronni and let themselves out. With no reason to stay hidden now, I ran down the stairs, climbed on top of my wife and relived her fabulous evening with her until dawn.
I played all three guys.–L.K., Augusta, Maine
Your senses will be heightened with pleasure beyond belief. You will smell fragrances, you will feel, you will taste and hear sounds of exquisite carnal pleasure. You’ve always been a sexual magnet and an open-minded man. Can you imagine?
A hideaway bed-and-breakfast in the Florida Keys. Our room faces east, with a spectacular view of the Atlantic Ocean. We will see the sun rise.
In an ice-filled bucket on the nightstand there’s a bottle of champagne. Next to it is a tray with chocolate-covered strawberries. There’s also a bowl with grapes, cantaloupe slices and mango.
However, we mustn’t forget why we are here. This is, after all, your punishment. Appropriately, you’re naked, and I’m wearing a black lace under-wire bra and crotchless black lace panties to match. I take silk scarves from my bag, and as I tie your wrists to the bedposts per our agreement, I remind you, “You’ve been a very bad boy, and have to learn your lesson.”
You don’t say anything, so I say, “Don’t you?”
As I kiss you, and lick your mole, and suckle your ears–with light jazz playing in the background from the small stereo we brought–you finally say, “Yeah, I have to learn my lesson.”
There are candles all over, including the nightstands. The early evening has a special glow. There are no neighbors, so to speak, so the shades are drawn only halfway. I offer you champagne and lift your head from the pillow to give you some. A hardened nipple presses through my bra, and you feel it on your arm.
Before I’ve even started, you ask when I’m going to release you, even though we’ve discussed all of this.
“You know,” I say.
“When I learn my lesson.”
“Yes,” I say, finishing your champagne and setting the glass on the nightstand.
I grab the candle and hold it close to your chest. Your eyes are glued to the candle, and your cock begins to stir. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” I say. “Me dripping hot wax on you?”
The melting candle wax drips harmlessly on the bed sheet. Not to worry–I have made sure that the housekeeping staff is well tipped.
“I can’t believe you’re trying to wiggle into the path of the hot wax,” I say. “Just because you don’t feel how tightly those scarves are tied doesn’t mean they aren’t.”
“Oh, for Christ’s sake, Annie,” you say, “haven’t you had your little fun?”
“Ooh, bad answer,” I say. “Repeat after me: ‘I’ve been a bad boy, and must get what I deserve.’” As you do, I kiss you again, nibbling on your lower lip. “Did you think I forgot your telling me how you loved it when your ex-girlfriend Pamela dripped hot wax all over you?”
Like a naughty little boy caught in his own trap, you pull on the scarves–only making the binds tighter. Except, of course, that even the naughtiest little boys do not have big, beautiful erections like the one throbbing wildly from your naked loins.
“Would you like me to suck that for you?” I say.
You stop flailing about and look at me, suspicious. There’s the naughty-boy look again, like you think you’ve gotten away with one.
“Oh, I wish I could,” I say. “Do you have any idea how much self-control it takes to keep from going down on your big, luscious boner? You know that’s just about my most favorite thing to do in the world–and most of the others also involve your big, beautiful cock.”
I bend over and kiss you.
“But we mustn’t forget why we’re here, must we?” I say. “Why don’t we just sit here and watch all that lovely candle wax melt down?”
I sit on the corner of the bed and light a cigarette.
“Bitch!” you say.
“Ooh, another bad answer,” I say. From the bag that contained the scarf-ties, I pull out a small but nasty-looking whip. I see your eyes get big. I trace the contours of your muscular body with the whip.
I chuckle as your partly deflated cock rises to full mast again. “Don’t you wish!” I say. “When you introduced me to Pamela, did you think she wouldn’t tell me how you used to beg her to work you over with your whips and other toys?”
I decide to feed you fruit from the bowl. Pieces of mango slide from my breast to your mouth. I place cantaloupe between them, and you pull them out with your hungry mouth and chew slowly as you lick between my cleavage. I share a piece of mango with you and kiss you passionately.
While doing this, I place some grapes in my pussy. I sit over you and “feed” them to you, from my lips to yours. You eat them out of me with such desire and lust, these sweet grapes now coated in my juices. You swallow them quickly and lavish my labia with one of your beyond-belief tongue lashings.
“Untie me, Ann,” you say in your most seductive tone, which is pretty fucking seductive. “You won’t regret it.”
“Ooh, tempting,” I say. “But you know I can’t, yet.”
I feed you mango and cantaloupe in the same manner. With my hardened nipples pushing through my bra, I hold my breasts together and let grapes roll from my breasts into your mouth. You use your skillful tongue to get the ones trapped between my mounds.
I reach for the chocolate-covered strawberries. You say you really don’t like chocolate with strawberries.
“Oh, that’s right,” I say. “I must be thinking of my ex-boyfriends. Who, strangely, never showed any interest in candle wax or whips.”
I take the largest strawberry and lie next to you, still bound, so that my pussy is in your face. With you watching intently, I place the tip of the strawberry at the opening of my pussy.
“I wonder what tortures I might devise for you,” I say.
Then I press the strawberry against my moistened opening. By constricting my vaginal muscles, I take it in me. The melted chocolate spreads onto my opened lips and pubic hairs. Now I pull the strawberry out. Half of the chocolate is gone, mixed with the juices from my hot pussy.
Your eyes are ablaze. I offer you the strawberry, and you gobble it up. I give two more strawberries the same treatment, rubbing them up by my clitoris, then sliding them in my hole until most of the chocolate is gone.
“Do you like chocolate-covered strawberries now?”
You flash your little-boy smile again, and I feed you the strawberries–first one, then the other. Then I pour you some more champagne, and hold the glass for you so you can drink it down.
As I get the rose-scented oil, which I’ve had warming over one of the candles, I remind you, “You said I could blindfold you, remember?”
You nod, and I get the blindfold out of the bag. I also retrieve the whip–a cat-o’-nine-tails, technically–and set it by me. “When you don’t obey, you will be punished,” I say as I put the blindfold on. I can’t resist giving you a kiss. A lingering one.
Now I pour some of the warmed rose oil on your chest and massage it into the hairy flesh over your big, firm pecs. I work my way to your outstretched arms and up your neck. I pour more oil down by your pelvic area and around your cock, which is once again hard.
You writhe on the bed. I pour more oil in my hands and cup them around your shaft. With clasped fingers I massage your cock, up and down–slowly, then faster, then slowly again. Your body moves in an upward motion.
I tell you to lie still. You don’t. I release your dick and reach for the whip. You apologize and beg to be forgiven. Instead, I trace your body with the whip. Then, savagely, I begin to tickle you–your nipples, your groin, oh yes, I know from my intimate study of your body just where to attack. I show no mercy.
Having given you a taste of my fiendish power, I am no longer able to resist. I lick the base of your cock, then tongue-bathe each ball, all the while rubbing more oil onto your thighs, then down to your ankles, feet, toes.
“If I can’t touch,” you beg, “at least let me see you.”
I decide that if you want the blindfold off, I will leave it on. However, I release you from your binds.
“Turn over,” I say.
You groan as you roll onto your stomach, because your pecker is so hard. Too bad! Your arms are folded under your head. I rub your back, arms and neck with oil. Your toned, hard body glistens, and I don’t dare let on how excited I am. You extend an arm backward in an attempt to grope one of my breasts. I tickle that sensitive spot on your ass, hard. You put your arm back under your head.
“Turn back over,” I say.
I get the bottle of champagne and put it to your lips. Devilishly, I pour more than you can drink. Then I lap the spillage off your body. I feed you grapes and kiss you with fruit in my mouth.
I pull off the blindfold, and our eyes meet. I tell you to suck my breasts. You unfasten my bra, and they spill free, sticky and sweet from the fruit. I sit up against the headboard and watch you play with my breasts, biting on my prunelike nipples and sucking hard. I like it.
You want me to lie down. I tell you to wait, and lay you back down. I put ice chips in my mouth, then kiss your lips, neck, chest, nipples and stomach. I get two more pieces of ice and go down to your pelvic area. I kiss all around your dick and the base of your balls.
With the ice now melted, I take your hard cock in my mouth. I lick the base of the mushroom head, glistening with precome.
As I lick you, you moan. “Suck me off,” you say.
I do not. I draw your head by the hair back to my hot boobs. I massage your cock. I stop you from sucking my boobs and, bending over you, take the head of your hot cock in my mouth. Then I gulp the entire shaft in.
I stuff two more strawberries in my pussy and lie down, saying, “Eat me.”
Your head is quickly down between my trembling thighs. I run my fingers through your thick black hair. My spine tingles as you lick and kiss down there. With one hand, you spread my vaginal lips from up by the clitoris. You tongue-lash my opened hole and find one of the strawberries inside. You play with it and lick me all around. Then you guide it out with your tongue and eat it.
You pull the other cunt-juice-soaked strawberry out of me, using one finger and your tongue. I am totally keyed up. With my whole body trembling, I reach for the champagne.
As you pull me back toward your hungry mouth, I say, “I want some champagne.” You let me reach for the bottle, then pull me back down to the bed. I drink from the bottle, hot all over now. My pussy throbs as your hot tongue darts in and out of my soaking hole.
I pour what’s left of the champagne over myself and down there too. You nibble on my clitoris. Looking up at me, you place two fingers on my hot spot while rubbing your thumb on my asshole. God, that feels great!
I push you down on the bed and suck you head to toe, licking all your fingers, your palms, everything. I insert some grapes in my hole along with a piece of ice, then straddle your face. My juices mixed with the grapes and melting ice await your expert mouth.
As I lower myself the rest of the way to your mouth, I take your cock all the way in my mouth. You moan heavily. I tease you with my wanton pussy, writhing and gyrating all over your face.
You take hold of my hips and pull me to your mouth. As you devour the grapes from my love-soaked hole, I lose all control. You hold me on your face and tongue-fuck me. I suck your dick and bathe your balls with my tongue. Now you’re on top of me. You lick my pussy and ass as you thrust your cock in my mouth. You stick a finger up my ass. I turn over on my stomach.
“What’s wrong?” you ask.
“Would you like to enter me now?” I say.
From behind, you lie atop me. I lift my left leg slightly. You rub your cockhead from my asshole to my pussy. I raise myself to give access. Your huge cock fills me. We lie still for an instant, savoring a moment too delicious to describe. Slowly at first, you move in and out of me with the gentleness of an angel. Then you pick up the pace, ravishing me with long, hard thrusts.
I move toward the edge of the bed and straddle you, trying to regain some control. I fall hard on your cock, then come up slowly, repeating this for God knows how long. I want to pass out from sheer rapture.
Now I lie on the bed with my legs over your shoulders, and you fuck me harder. I don’t want you to come yet. When I feel that you’re close, I pull away, and you shoot all over my boobs and belly. I scoop some of your jism up and lick it off. The rest I rub into my breasts.
I suck you till you’re hard again, which doesn’t take long. It’s almost dawn now, and the room reeks of sex. I let you fuck my ass, and we climax together–the explosion seems to last forever.
Truly spent, we lie in each other’s arms and watch the new day dawn over the ocean. Aren’t you glad you were such a bad boy? I am.–A.F., Orlando, Florida
My wife and I are in our late forties. She’s a few years younger than me. We’ve been married for over twenty years and have two kids. Linda’s stunning natural red hair, plumply luscious boobs and sexy ass still attract a lot of attention from men, but she normally does everything she can to hide her wonderful body, like wearing unrevealing clothes and swimsuits.
But she can be unpredictable, like during the trip I’m writing about, which I found funny and enjoyable.
We’ve read all the different kinds of letters in Penthouse Letters together for many, many years, and used them regularly to inspire some great sex. So I know she’ll read this. We’ve always taken the magazines along on driving trips without our kids. We find they’re fun and thrilling and make the time in the car fly by.
Linda sincerely loves sex, but tends to be conservative about it. Which made this experience so surprising, and special. It happened about three years ago, during a driving trip we took to Atlantic City to do some gambling.
Since then, I’ve noticed that whenever we drive anywhere by ourselves, she refuses to read Penthouse Letters. I guess she remembers too well getting so turned on reading it that she temporarily lost control of herself.
We had been driving a couple of hours already and had a couple more to go. I was driving, so she quickly got bored. We had brought several copies of Penthouse Letters along in a bag. I suggested she read one if she wanted to, to keep herself entertained. She must have been extremely bored, because she simply reached in the bag and pulled out a magazine and began to read it silently.
I watched her out of the corner of my eyes as I drove. Slowly and intently, she read every letter in order, starting at the first page. I heard each page turn as she finished reading.
Now, Linda’s nipples are normally unusually stiff and long compared with most women’s, and are very obvious to see as they show through her bra and other clothing when she’s excited. It’s something she hates about her body, because it attracts stares from men, but it’s something I, being a normal man, absolutely love.
Well, after an hour there was no doubt from the points of her nipples protruding through her white tank top and bra that Linda was already excited. And seeing that she was excited instantly got me excited too. In a moment I was hard, and stayed that way.
Now I tried to drive as fast as possible, passing as many cars on the road as I could, to get to our hotel so I could get some relief from the massive case of blue balls I had. Unfortunately, even after an hour or so of this, I knew we still had quite a ways to go.
My hard cock ached to be touched, but I knew that Linda would rather wait until we were in the room to suck on it. She always says it’s embarrassing and not as enjoyable for her in the car.
But I was going nuts from being so horny! I decided I couldn’t wait a second longer to feel my wife’s swollen boobs and excited pussy. She was still reading Penthouse Letters, holding it up in both hands in front of her face. I reached over quietly and placed a hand on her thigh. She didn’t react. I ran my hand up the leg of her pants to her pussy and was amazed at what I felt. The crotch on the outside of her jeans was unbelievably hot, and not just a little damp–it was wet and slick with her excited pussy’s sweet juices.
Then I looked over. The crotch of her jeans was so wet, it was actually almost black! Seeing and feeling Linda’s extreme level of excitement made my hard cock ache even more. I started by rubbing her pussy slowly and gently through her pants. She reacted by spreading her legs to give me better access. She was so hot, she started to grind her pussy into the pressure of my fingers.
My God, I had never seen her this turned on except in bed at home! She was on the brink of having a massive juicy orgasm right then and there all over the inside of her pants and panties. And out in public, surrounded by traffic, no less!
Then Linda surprised the hell out of me. She dropped the magazine on the console for the moment and unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans and pulled them down below her knees, followed immediately by her dark and sticky panties. She said her sensitive pussy was getting too irritated from my fingers rubbing against the material.
Suddenly, there was her beautiful honey-red pubic hair, and her swollen and slick pink pussy was naked and shining in the sunlight–right there in front of anyone passing by! The incredible sweet scent of her excited pussy instantly filled the car.
Linda picked the magazine back up, looked at me with wild eyes and said she was dying to have her pussy filled by something. There were cars and trucks zipping by all around us outside, but she reclined her seat more and spread her legs as wide as the door and console would allow.
She didn’t have to say another word. Immediately, I dipped two fingers in the pool of juices around the outside of her pussy, making them slippery. Then I shoved them in the hot, creamy seam between her thick pussy lips.
I buried my fingers slowly. Linda’s pussy was so wet by then that it made squishing pussy-fart sounds when I moved my fingers. Meanwhile, I was also trying desperately to drive as straight as possible.
Linda only lasted a short time before her powerful pussy muscles clamped down on my fingers and, with a prolonged soft groan, she started to climax.
With her eyes closed and her back arched, she lost control. I pulled my fingers out of her pussy, and she was silent for a while. Driblets of milky come oozed out of her pussy and formed a puddle on the seat.
For some reason, Linda apologized for having climaxed before we even got to our room, where I could come too. She said to not touch her anymore, that she could wait now to finish her orgasm. I told her how thrilling it was for me that she climaxed all over my fingers in the car with everybody looking at her naked pussy.
Two minutes later Linda’s pussy had settled down enough to allow her to gently pull on her panties and jeans again, covering her swollen red pussy. Twenty minutes later we reached Atlantic City. When we finally got to our hotel room, I don’t mind telling you we had some awesome, mind-blowing sex, which I still remember vividly.
Linda never talked about that day. So I’m pretty sure she felt a little embarrassed by her casual display of her pussy. I keep bringing Penthouse Letters on every trip, but she won’t read the letters until we’re at our destination. I hope when she reads this letter, she’ll also remember what a huge thrill she had getting so turned on that she actually exposed her naked pussy to a lot of lucky people!
It’s not something she should regret doing. It’s something wickedly funny and incredibly exciting, which she should feel good about, because to have the absolute best sex, you have to quit thinking about everything first and just go with the moment.
She should be damn proud she overcame her hated natural shyness that day and showed the “other” Linda, the one who gets a massive thrill from doing some unpredictable things and showing off her beautiful naked body to anybody who happens to be around.
Letting anybody see your naked pussy or your naked boobs must feel pretty strange when you never do it. I think Linda would have to agree it’s definitely not the worst thing that can happen. I think the worst thing would be never doing anything exciting enough to end up in her favorite magazine.
When she decides its okay to act crazy once in a while, I look forward to sharing that experience with readers too. –N.R., Newark, Delaware
He was very popular in high school she was the most popular female. They were picked king and queen of our senior class. Back then they dated on and off–only casually, but enough so each knew the other’s menu.
Several years later, the class put together a reunion. She was married now, but still anxious to go. The class was small, so it wasn’t hard to get everyone together. The date was set for August, and she headed back to her hometown three weeks early to help set things up.
Our king bought a camp on the lake right outside of town, where the reunion was to be held. Our queen met him at the camp to start to make plans.
As it happened, he had plans of his own. He had wanted her since high school, and this was his chance. Nothing was going to stop him.
That evening a group of classmates met at the apartment of one of them who still lived in town to start the planning. As they drank and talked, our king got horny and put the moves on another classmate. Our queen was watching the whole time.
In a few minutes he had this classmate back in one of the bedrooms, and the apartment was filled with the sounds of passion taking place back there. The woman was moaning so loudly, you could hear her through the walls.
Our king was known to have a dick over nine inches long and eight inches or better around, but it was more broad than round, so the women he fucked not only felt its length but its girth. There’s no question, he filled their pussies more than they had ever had it done before.
The sound and the mood overwhelmed our queen, and she left the apartment with her pussy dripping. As she lay in bed, her hand found her cut. She started to rub it, and finger-fucked herself ever so slowly, so the feeling would last. Soon she exploded with pleasure.
The next day the classmates went on a boating trip. Our king picked our queen as the woman he wanted. As he steered the boat, he had her get in front of him to help him steer. As she stood there, he placed his cock tight against her ass, letting her know that he wanted her, and soon.
When she dived in the lake for a swim, he followed her. When he caught up with her, he placed his hand between her legs and rubbed her pussy through her swimsuit. He also rubbed her breasts. He felt her body all over. Feeling his huge dick pressing against her ass, she remembered how big it was from their dating days.
The next morning she left her house early wearing very short jeans and a T-shirt with no bra. She headed for the camp, to meet the king and get started working on the plans. In her mind, she knew she was going to get fucked. In fact, that was all she had thought about all night.
When she entered the camp, he was waiting for her. He knew he had gotten her where he wanted the day before. He even mentioned the noise that he and their classmate had made during their not-so-private session two nights before. All of this only made her hornier. He grabbed her and kissed and fondled her, playing with her tits and rubbing her pussy through her jeans.
A workman showed up right then, which put a halt to the proceedings. She started working around the camp while he got the workmen started outside. When he came in, he saw her on her hands and knees with her ass staring at him. He knelt behind her and leaned his hard dick hard against her ass. He slid two fingers inside the jeans, straight into a waiting pussy.
Her pussy was wet and hot. She wanted it filled, and she wanted it then. He didn’t keep her waiting. He moved her shorts to one side, and when she heard his zipper go down, she knew what was about to happen. He took out his enormous tool and started to enter her.
The sensation made her moan. He filled her pussy like it had never been filled before. She loved spontaneous sex, and this was the ultimate–no emotional ties, just raw sex. It didn’t get any better than this.
He pumped her hard, but he pumped her slowly, making her pussy feel like it had never felt before. She felt his hard-on throb and knew his explosion was coming. Within seconds she felt the white warm liquid all over her ass and legs. Both of them lay there for a few minutes, just drinking in the moment.
They met the next morning. He waited for her with only his jeans on. When she came into the camp, he took her close and began a series of deep, passionate kisses. He sucked on her neck, which drove her wild. On fire, she worked down his body. She unzipped his jeans and took out his waiting erection. She looked up at him to let him know she was going to like this.
She took his dickhead in her mouth and started to suck. He was in another world. He put his hands on her head, helping her with her every move. She did her favorite corn-on-the-cob move on his dick–sucking every inch of the underside of his dick, down to his balls –and he went crazy.
After several minutes of sucking his manhood, she stood up and let him lead her to the floor, where he removed her shorts and inserted his dick in her wet pussy. Once he was inside her, he began moving slowly in and out.
They kissed deeply while he pumped her this way, slow and hard. She was all but out of her head from the feeling of that big dick filling her up and pulling out, then filling her up again. Finally he pulled out and shot his load all over her.
He started kissing her stomach. Then he placed his head between her legs and his tongue deep in her vagina, tasting the juices he had stirred. He licked them up with deep sucks. He started on her clit, and in minutes felt her body tremble as she reached climax. They lay together for a few minutes catching their breath and looking forward to their next coming together.
The next day he brought in a bed for the two of them to use. He brought her into the bedroom and had her sit on the bed while he pulled out his throbbing dick. He asked her to suck on it until he came in her mouth. She lay on the bed, took his dick in her mouth and started the kind of blowjob that only she could do.
He stayed standing as she attacked his dick with superhuman hunger, driving him out of his head. She sucked and sucked and kissed and sucked until she felt his dick throb and streams of come filled her mouth. She took as much as she could in her mouth and swallowed it.
When he regained his composure, he knelt down and spread her legs and started to eat out her pussy. He put his tongue deep in it and licked up as much of her juice as he could, then placed his tongue on her clit and started licking. He sucked and licked her clit until he felt her tremble. She came so hard, she almost passed out.
He knew he had her where she would enjoy a good fucking. He was hard again from the excitement of eating her, so he placed his dick in her wet pussy. He caught her unaware, still reveling in the climax she had just had from having that huge dick inside her, and thinking about the precious liquid he had deposited in her mouth.
Now she felt a charge throughout her body, and soon climaxed again just from having him inside her. When he came deep in her pussy, that drove her into ecstasy. Afterward, they lay next to each other just enjoying their reunion.
He fucked her in every room of the camp. She took it lying on her back, from the rear which she especially liked because of the deep penetration , straddling him –any way he could think of to get his dick in her.
One morning when she showed up, he was waiting for her in the bedroom totally nude. She came in and saw him and dropped her shorts on the way to the bed. When she got there, he planted a deep wet kiss on her. She dropped to her knees and sucked his dick.
She looked up at him to see the expressions on his face–like a kid in a candy store, but with his eyes all glassed over. She was in complete control of this situation, and she enjoyed it, knowing that in a few minutes he would be taking complete control of her body. She looked forward to it. She continued her sucking and kissing of his dick until she felt that he was about to come.
He pulled her head off of his cock, had her stand up and helped her straddle his lap. He had her slide down his hard pole while they looked into each other’s eyes. Their pubic hairs were intertwined–his red, hers black–as he was in her as far as he could go. He lifted her up and down on his dick, and she moaned.
Now he laid her on the bed, straddled her head and put his dick back in her mouth and fucked her face for some time. Then he turned her over so she was lying facedown, placed his dick between the cheeks of her ass and penetrated her pussy from the rear.
He stayed in a kneeling position and continued to pump her deep. He pulled his dick out and rubbed it all over her back. She went wild from the combination of the hardness of his shaft and the velvet touch of his head against her skin.
Now he raised her up to her hands and knees and plunged his diamond-hard dick in her pussy. He said he was going to slam her, and he slammed his cock in her repeatedly as hard as he could. It felt wonderful and unbearable at the same time, but every thrust made her want more. Finally he slowed down and climaxed deep inside her.
He kept her on her knees and knelt behind her. He kissed her ass cheeks and pussy, then placed his tongue between her cunt lips and slid it in where his dick had just been. He tasted the come he’d just left, and the mixture of her juices. He drove her out of her mind, continuing to eat her until he brought her to an unbelievable climax.
What made him such a great lover was that he always brought his ladies to climax. That, and his enormous dick, made them always come back for more.–M.H., Frederick, Maryland
This happened to me a few years ago. At the time I was dating a spunky girl named Annie, who lived with her grandmother. Annie and I had been going together about six months when one day it snowed, and I went over to her grandmother’s house to wait for her to come home from work.
I had only been there about ten minutes when the phone rang. It was Annie, saying that she had to work late because the other girl hadn’t come in.
Now Annie’s grandmother, who was named Rachel, was a feisty little woman in her mid to late fifties with red hair and a set of 36C tits that turned up on the ends, with her nipples sitting on top of them. Her tits were nice and firm for her age, and she never wore a bra around the house–only when company came or she went somewhere.
On this day she was picking on me ever since I arrived, which is how the playing started. She kept doing stuff like walking by me and smacking me on the butt or tickling my ear or pinching me. I decided to get her back. Awhile later, she was in the kitchen doing something, so I eased in behind her, then pinched her on the ass and ran.
I ran down the hall and into one of the bedrooms. Rachel was right behind me. As she came through the door, I grabbed her up and set her on the bed. I jumped on the bed with her and pinned her down by the shoulders. In doing all of this, her T-shirt slid up over her tits.
Rachel caught my stare, but made no attempt to cover her tits up. When
I released her shoulders, she put her arms above her head. So I reached down, took a boob in each hand and pinched the nipples between my fingers. She just lay there and moaned. As her breathing got heavier, her tits rose and fell.
Rachel finally got to where she could talk again, and told me how old Frank, her late husband, used to fuck her between her tits, and how she liked it. She asked if I ever fucked a girl’s tits. No was my answer.
“Well, come here, then,” she said, “and I will teach you the art of tit-fucking.”
That was my first time with Rachel. After that, I did her every chance I got.
Everything was going just fine. The cold weather came and went, and finally summer came around, and warm weather was here. So I cleaned out the pool and got it ready for use. A few days later, it turned out hot enough for us to play in the water. I was already in the pool when Annie and Rachel came out, and with them Annie’s sister Evie.
My eyes almost popped out when I saw them. Evie was three years younger than Annie but had bigger tits. At twenty-five, Evie had 34D tits with big nipples and a nice bounce to them. She also had a nice tight ass, and her bikini did little to hide anything.
We had been in the pool about an hour or so when Evie’s friend Jeannie turned up, a sexy girl of twenty-seven, with black hair and a nice body. They had somewhere to go, so Evie got out of the pool and changed clothes, and they left.
As Annie and Rachel and I continued to play around in the water, we would sometimes get a feel of each other. Annie noticed this when Rachel swam by me and I reached out and spanked her on the ass.
Annie came and told me that now I had to kiss it and make it feel better. I told Rachel to bare it and I would, so she pulled her bikini bottom down, and I ducked under the water and kissed her on the ass and came back up.
“It feels better already,” Rachel said.
About a half hour later, Annie said she had to get ready for work. I said I was going to lie by the pool and get a tan on my back. Annie got dressed, came out and kissed me good-bye, then went to work.
I was only lying there for a few minutes when Rachel came back out of the house. “I couldn’t ask you in front of Annie or Evie how you liked my new swimsuit,” she said.
“Very lovely,” I said, “but I think you would look even better without it.”
“Really?” she said.
“Yes,” I said.
She shrugged a shoulder, and the strap part that held up her tits slid down her arms. The top slid off of her. My eyes were glued to her tits. “That’s better, Rachel,” I said as she took off the bikini bottom and and tossed it on the poolside table.
Rachel got to playing again. She rolled me off into the pool, and when I came back up, I said, “Come on in!” She jumped in and swam over to where I was. She reached underwater and grabbed my swimsuit, then peeled it off of me and threw it up on the table with hers, leaving us both naked in the pool.
Rachel looked at me and asked if I had a water fantasy. I said I always dreamed of having sex in the pool. “All right, then,” she said, “let’s do it!”
She guided me over to the shallow end. I lay back, and she sucked my dick until it was hard. Then she just climbed up on my lap and had a seat, taking my shaft in her pussy. We played like that for about twenty minutes.
Then Rachel climbed off of me and asked, “Have you ever fucked a girl in the ass?”
“No,” I said, “but I always wanted to try it in a swimming pool.”
“Well, let’s do it,” she said again. She turned around and leaned against the side of the pool. I inserted a finger in her brown-eyed hole and began to play. After a few minutes she was begging me to fuck her ass, so without further ado I put my hard-on in her hand and let her put it in slowly, so as not to hurt her. We fucked like this for fifteen minutes.
At that time I heard a cough behind me. I turned to look, and it was Evie and her friend Jeannie.
“Busted!” Evie said. Then she turned around and went in the house with Jeannie.
As Rachel and I were getting out of the water, Evie and Jeannie came back outside. I still had a raging hard-on that wouldn’t go down. They both saw it, and I turned beet-red. Rachel and I dried off and went inside. I got dressed and kissed Rachel good-bye and went home.
As far as I know, Annie never found out.–J.L., Fayetteville, Arkansas
I should tell you up-front that I love pussies–of every shape, size and degree of tightness. I like to gaze at them, touch them, put my fingers inside them and lick their tender petals. I even adore the taste of most that I’ve sampled.
None of which is probably all that unusual, except that I happen to have a pussy of my own, which I enjoy playing with as often as possible within the time limits imposed by friends and family who compete for my attention and by my much-too-demanding job.
Don’t misunderstand, I love cocks. I love sucking on as many as possible in the miraculous state of engorgement, and I love being fucked by them. Men in general are capable of providing me with an incredible amount of pleasure by inserting that rigid part of their anatomy in a soft and yielding part of mine.
However, male genitalia just don’t compare with the vulva–with a wet, soft pussy. Not in aesthetics, comeliness, elegance or grace. Just by opening up to the world, the pussy has an amazing ability to give mind-blowing satisfaction.
When I open the labia of a female love mate and gaze at the glistening pink inner skin, sparkling with a coat of wetness that beckons for my tongue, I see an elongated cleft topped by the electrical nub that excites me, and my heart speeds “hell-bent for leather” toward an orgasm of my own. I have climaxed from simply giving head to a grateful companion, and that, my friends, is remarkable.
I applaud the differences I’ve observed among the hundred or so butterfly-winged openings that have drawn my tongue into their centers like magnets pulling steel. I don’t fall in love with women I fall in lust with their pussies. Call it what you will–cunt, twat, coonie, snatch, oyster, clam, muff, beaver–a lovely, sweet-smelling pussy is a beautiful thing to behold and an even nicer thing to plant kisses on or suck the moisture from.
Sisters, a cock may feel good, but eat a pussy and you’ll always go back for its sweet taste. I discovered its breathtaking qualities by examining my own. My fascination grew as I wondered what was hidden under my fellow Girl Scouts’ skirts.
I was finally introduced to the wonders of Sapphic love when a girlfriend on a sleepover lifted her skirt to “show me hers,” up close and personal. She didn’t speak, but simply held her skirt up and her legs open, letting my interest and curiosity guide my actions. Fascinated but hesitant, more curious than I would admit, I finally moved close and scrutinized her vulva like a scientist investigating a rare find.
At last, cautiously, I touched hers. It was yielding and smooth, like mine, damp and fleshy inside. I liked the feeling of touching a pussy other than my own. I put my face up even closer, reveling in the elegance, studying what before then, apart from my own, I’d only glimpsed furtively or imagined.
“Lick it,” she said.
And lick it I did, tentatively at first, lapping across its softness with a stiff and nervous tongue. As my tongue touched the spongy pink flesh of my friend’s slit, and I tasted for the first time the sweetness of vaginal flow, I knew I was hooked. As soon as my tongue slid in between the fleshy lips she called her “labias,” I not only liked the taste but knew I wanted more.
I feasted on her like a starving person at a banquet. I lapped greedily, savoring the taste and the feel on my tongue, sucking both of her lovely labia into my mouth and running my tongue around them. When she reciprocated on me, I realized just how much I love pussy.
As I lapped at her coonie like a puppy in heat, my mentor, wise beyond her years, cried out in ecstasy. With both of her hands, she pressed my face tight against her quim. As she came, she yelled so loud that my aunt who was staying with us came pounding on the door, asking, “Is everything okay?”
I managed to say, “Everything’s fine, Aunt Sophie,” and we giggled together, trying to catch our breath, praying that my nosy aunt would accept this assurance and go away rather than insisting on seeing for herself. I pictured my aunt walking in and seeing us, and imagined what she would tell my mother.
By the time my aunt finally shuffled away, I was hooked. I would remain captivated by everything about pussy–especially that secret, wonderful flavor–for the rest of my life.
My mentor and I spent the next two weeks or so making love to each other’s pussy lips like hungry cats lapping at a perpetually full bowl of catnip-laced cream. I discovered I could extend my tongue nearly two inches into her luscious poon, which drove her wild. I discovered the marvels of the clitoris quite by accident when the tip of my tongue brushed over a bud at the apex of her vulva and she screamed with delight.
For those few weeks we were almost inseparable. We ate each other out in our rooms at home, in movie theaters, on buses and most excitingly outdoors, in parks and campsites. On an overnight hike, we did it many times in the cool stream we camped alongside.
During those early years, many of my young women friends would denounce all things lesbian, extolling the joys of the penis. But almost invariably, if I got them to admit they’d never “seen it up close” and talked them into “just Iooking,” even if for only a few seductive minutes, they succumbed to the temptation almost as eagerly as I did.
If they agreed just to examine their own sex with a small mirror “for the sake of personal intimacy and womanly insight,” I knew I had them when they asked to see mine–and most did. One way to get girls to let me fondle and suck on their lovely petals, I realized, was to induce them to do the same to mine, which they almost invariably liked.
Whenever those little misses got their faces close to my snatch and breathed in the intoxicating aroma, more often than not they would kiss it, or, if I pushed my hips toward them, they would lick tentatively across its delicate surface, as I had years before, until they had become used to and captivated by the flavor of womanly sex.
My college roommate became an absolute addict after I introduced her to the awesome qualities of eating pussy. On occasion she let me eat her out after she was fucked by her sex-crazed boyfriend. We liked to shower together, then take turns sitting naked on the edge of the bed, legs spread, thrilling to having another woman pleasure us.
But my story is about the present, not the past. After college I went to work, found a man I loved and married. My passion for pussy lay dormant, resigned to hours of fantasies, recalling past moments or imagining my head under the dress of a friend I’d daydream about.
A year or so into our marriage, after a particularly passionate session with my husband, we found ourselves casually exchanging things about ourselves–secret desires, stories of past sexual triumphs and so on. Ben revealed things I had only guessed at. He finally admitted, without coaxing from me, that he still had a craving to fuck other women.
On impulse, I let him into my secret garden. “I know how you feel,” I said.
He looked at me incredulously and asked if I fantasized about other men. I said no. Our heads were close together on the pillow as we looked up at the ceiling, celebrating the moment together, savoring the intimacy, the exaltation of getting to know the one you love.
“We like the same thing,” I said. “You fancy fucking other women’s pussies. I can understand and appreciate that. I dream of eating them.”
Ben turned his head, smiling, before he fully understood my remark.
“I’m not a lesbian,” I said calmly, “but I do love eating pussy. I can allow you the freedom to have other women, to fuck those you desire, provided you can indulge me the same.”
We kissed and talked, fucked and talked the rest of the evening. It was a great day for our marriage, a wonderful time in our lives. That was many years ago, and for more than a year our time together was exceedingly happy. We enjoyed passionate sex as man and wife and also on our own with other women, relishing the sweetness.
Then, in the fourth month of our third year, a beautiful neighbor moved in next door to us, and the most unusual thing happened. My husband and I fell in lust with the same woman.
I first saw Alida from my upstairs window, sunning in her back yard–about thirty, tall and slim, with medium-size breasts, a smooth, flat stomach, long brown hair that cascaded around an angel face, and a close-trimmed pussy. She was lovely, and her pussy and everything about her was sensual as she sunned nude on her deck.
Ben nearly drooled at the sight of her as she walked by her open window at night in little more than a nightgown or sometimes a towel. Occasionally at night, when it was hot and her lights were low, we would sit in the dark and catch a glimpse of Alida naked as she moved around under the false assurance that the cover of darkness kept her hidden from us. We agreed that she was a woman whose pussy we both coveted, an enchantress who cried out for the expertise of my mouth and tongue and of Ben’s erection.
One night as we made love after watching Alida, we talked about what each of us would like to do to our lovely neighbor. While my own pussy was filled with my husband’s cock, I suggested that we see “who gets to have her pussy first”–a competition between a husband and his horny bisexual wife.
The next day I met Alida in the front yard and invited her in. In no time we hit it off, and we spent a good two hours that afternoon having coffee and chatting about womanly things.
It was during our third time together, at morning coffee, that Alida kissed me when she got up to leave. I told her that was a dangerous thing to do.
“Why is that?” she said after kissing me a second time, longer and more tenderly than before.
“Because if you do that,” I whispered, “I’ll want to have sex with you.”
“What’s wrong with that?” she whispered back, smiling coyly and moving away from the door and toward the sofa. I bent down and kissed her mouth softly, pushing her gently back on the cushion. Leaning against the back of the sofa, she lifted her dress above her thighs, exposing her white panties.
“Wait,” I said, trying to restrain my excitement. “Do you like sex with men?”
“Very much,” she sighed with a slight smile. She spread her legs and lifted her knees for me.
“Good,” I said, pulling her panties to one side and admiring her lovely lower lips up close for the first time. I kissed her splayed labia, darting my tongue delicately between them, tasting her, feeling her flesh with my tongue. Finally I explained, “Because my husband wants to have sex with you too.”
I went down on her voraciously, and she responded like a woman familiar with other women’s tongues, pushing her hips against my face while intoning my name. I undressed her without unclamping my mouth from her vagina. As I ate her, I pulled her panties down and off and helped her out of her dress.
In minutes my clothes were off and we had moved into 69 position on the couch, and I felt the remarkable familiar feeling of a woman’s tender mouth on my sex. I licked small droplets of sweat from Alida’s clitoris, from her puffy vertical lips and from the soft pink flesh of her most intimate opening.
I felt her tongue on my anus and returned the favor, sliding my tongue around her tiny hole, tasting the tart flavor, savoring the unrestrained pleasure of another woman’s body. Her hands spread the cheeks of my bottom as she went to work on both of my apertures.
“I’d almost forgotten how much I love to eat pussy,” I said as I lifted my head away from her bottom.
“Does your husband give head as well as you do?” she asked.
“No,” I said, “no man does. But he fucks well, and it’s his dick he wants in you, not his tongue.”
“Oh my,” Alida sighed, with a look of pleasure on her face. “I think I’m going to be glad I moved here. A beautiful woman to eat my pussy and a good-looking man to fill it with cock–what more could I ask of a neighborhood?”
We Iaughed, then continued to pleasure each other with our lips and tongues. Finally, reluctantly, I got to my knees and kissed her, tasting myself on her lips. She offered her tongue and I took it, savoring the warmth and softness of a woman’s mouth.
“I’ll send him over about six,” I said to Alida. Then I put my arms around her and kissed her again. “You have such a scrumptious-tasting pussy.”
“So do you, my sweet,” she said.
Our good-bye kiss was long and passionate. I tasted myself on her lips. At the same time, the embrace was tender and feminine. I said I would be back for more, and we parted satisfied and committed to making love again soon.
Ben didn’t get home from Alida’s house that night until midnight. When he did, he was so hot from being with her that we fucked for over an hour. Then we talked about how good she was, and how lucky we were to have such an extraordinary neighbor.
“How many guys,” he wondered, “are lucky enough to have the same mistress as their wife?”
I took his cock in my mouth and licked around the tip. “I love the taste of your cock after it’s been in her,” I said. “I’m so glad we both love pussy.”
Alida lived next door to us for over a year, and three or four times a week each of us, my happy husband and myself, had her to ourselves. For one day, usually on the weekend, we would share her in a threesome to die for. Since Alida left our neighborhood, I’ve eaten many women’s pussies, but it’s hers that I remember most fondly.
Still, my husband and I remain connoisseurs of fine vaginas and lovely female bottoms. Just because Alida set such high standards for us is no reason not to enjoy the women who come our way. Who knows, perhaps one of these days. . . .–A.N., Brewster, New York