In college a friend of mine invited me to go to a 21st-birthday party for a friend of hers, a guy whose parents were apparently loaded and paid a small fortune for him to have a good time with his friends. Everyone had to dress formally, so I slipped my petite frame into a dress with turquoise sequins—with nothing underneath!—and a pair of heels. There were close to 100 people at the ritzy hotel where the party was held, and I should have been on my best behavior, but after two or three glasses of champagne I became very flirtatious and downright naughty.
The party was spread over three different rooms. My friend and I were talking to some guys in one of the smaller rooms. After a while my friend went dancing in another room and I was left talking to these guys alone. I began flirting heavily with all of them. I love being the center of attention, so I was in my element. Like I said, I was kind of drunk, so when one of the guys suggested I get up on a table and show them some dirty dancing, I was up for it. Read More…
My wife Lena and I were invited to Cory’s graduation party one Friday night, Cory being the son of some friends of ours. Now Lena is still pretty hot at 39, and is also something of an exhibitionist. She chose an outfit for the party that was very tight and revealed her sexy curves, as well as showing a hell of a lot of leg. Not your typical graduation party wear, but typical of my wife.
When we got there we discovered that Cory’s mother had had a family crisis and was gone for the weekend, leaving her husband Dick in charge. He’s much more easy-going than his wife, and when Cory asked if he and his friends could break out some beer, Dick said he guessed it was all right as long as everyone was over 18.
My friend Tommy is a male whore. He’s a good guy and great friend, but when it comes to the ladies he’ll stop at nothing to get what he wants. Back in high school he made a list of the sexual things he wanted to accomplish, and he kept a journal of all his conquests: the girls’ names, what they did for him, how far they let him go, and how they rated in his eyes. To a woman he might seem like a pig, but to us guys he was a god!
We shared a dorm room in college, and when I found out he was still keeping his journal I asked him if I could take a look at it. He told me to help myself.
I was sitting in the front office of the messenger service where I work, and I was bored. It was near the end of the shift, and all the other messengers had gone for the day. Then the phone rang. The dispatcher answered it, and when he got off he told me that the office manager at a large financial firm needed a special delivery of invoices and envelopes. He told me I could go home after making the delivery, and he would clock me out for the day at the end of my shift.
The financial firm had often used our services, and I knew the office manager. Her name was Helen and she was a gorgeous 35-year-old with shoulder-length dark hair, nice tits and a curvy ass. She was married, but she had let me fuck her once in her office, and I know she had let one or two other messengers fuck her as well. I remembered she kept condoms in her desk drawer, and my cock grew hard as I drove over to her office building.
I am a 23-year-old college senior, and I’m due to graduate in a few months. Being a fairly tall, Italian-American girl with dark hair, dark eyes and a curvy figure, I tend to get my share of attention from guys. Especially when I wear some of my hottest outfits, which I like to do when I go clubbing.
Last month my girlfriends and I went out to a trendy club, and I wore a new dress that was pretty daring even for me. It’s a shiny, silvery metallic dress, with a very short hemline and a sarong top that exposes most of my back and lots of cleavage. There are also two very strategic cuts on the hips to show some extra flesh. It’s so tight and so revealing that I can’t wear panties or a bra with it, and that really turns me on. So it works two ways—guys get horny looking at me in the dress, and I get horny because I’m not wearing underwear.
“Oh fuck! Oh yeah, baby, slam my ass! Slam the fuck out of it!”
That’s all the encouragement I need from Paulette. She’s my bootlicious booty call, and I run for her ass every time she calls. I’m always down with whatever she wants, because what she always wants is a good hard ass fucking.
She calls me every week, and I could set my watch by her. Every Friday around three in the morning, after going out and hitting all the hot spots with her girlfriends, she rings me up and begs me to drop what I’m doing and service her. She never really has to beg much, but it adds a certain something to know that I’m the one she relies on to do her the way she likes—hard, fast, and over and over again.
I met Mark on a business trip three years ago. I was sitting in a hotel bar when he sent a drink over to me. He was quite handsome, with a dark, rich tan and an attractive smile. I smiled back at him and he came over. We started talking, and one thing led to another, and we were inseparable for the rest of the trip.
It turned out that Mark lived only a short distance from my home, so we ended up flying back together. We discovered that we really liked each other and wanted to continue seeing each other when we got home. I felt very much at ease with him, and didn’t think twice about giving him my number or openly making out with him as we said our good-byes. When we parted at the airport he told me he would call me later that night. I couldn’t wait!
It happened at our daughter’s wedding. Rachel was a senior in college when she decided to marry her sweetheart, Carl. Naturally my wife Jessica and I went all out, putting in weeks of effort to make sure things went off without a hitch. And they did. The wedding was almost as beautiful as our daughter.
The reception was held in the hotel where we were staying. With the ceremony over, Jessica and I finally cut loose and relaxed. I spent most of my time drinking, while she celebrated by dancing up a storm. As she went from partner to partner, I noticed that she had drawn the attention of not just the best man, Doug, but four of the groomsmen as well. Their names were Ralph, Tom, Phil and Kip, all of them fraternity brothers of Carl.
While my wife, at 45, is still a very attractive woman, with ample breasts that are still firm, and long legs that she works hard to keep toned, I was still surprised that such young men would focus so much of their interest on her, when there were so many girls closer to their age floating around. Jessica certainly didn’t complain, though; she seemed to be reveling in the attention. I noticed that some of the guys were dancing very close to her, and I could have sworn that some hands strayed to a few of her more intimate areas; but since she seemed to take no notice, I figured I was mistaken.
The first time I saw Kit she was working at the registration desk when I enrolled for my junior year at college, and I noticed two things about her right away. The first thing was that she was one of the most beautiful girls I had ever seen. She had very long wavy blonde hair framing a really lovely face, with big brown eyes, full lips and a smile that just melted your heart. The second thing was that she was somewhat on the heavy side. She wasn’t fat—far from it—but she was not exactly thin either. But in no way did her plumpness detract from her beauty.
I saw Kit a few times over the next few days, and I soon discovered that this was someone I would very much like to know better. I found an opportunity a couple of weeks later, when I saw her in the cafeteria and went up and introduced myself. After I explained to her where we had first met, I asked if I could join her, and she said yes.
I found out that she was also a junior, majoring in business administration. She was as pleasant as she was lovely, and before I left I asked her out for dinner and a movie for that Friday night. She was hesitant at first—I learned later that she dated very little—but she finally accepted. That started a three-year courtship, which eventually led to our being married about a year after we graduated.
Life with Kit was all any man could want, and after 14 years of marriage we could not have been happier, except for one thing—Kit’s concern about her weight. This has always been something she worried about, and while it never bothered me, it disturbed her to the point where she had come to think of herself as unattractive. She was still beautiful, still had those big brown eyes, a captivating smile, full lips and nice breasts. And while her butt was a little on the large side, I could not have loved her more. But our sex life, which had always been exceptional, had diminished to the point where we seldom made love anymore.
Kit had been a virgin when we met, so I had taught her everything she knew about sex. And given that I was something of a sex nut, we had tried about everything over the years. Oral sex was a favorite of ours, and Kit seemed to get special satisfaction out of sucking me off and drinking down all my love juice, which left me limp in more ways than one. Not being especially big in the cock department, I was able to introduce her to anal sex, which Kit would allow me as a way of giving me a special treat.
Kit has very nice tits, with nipples that grow to almost half an inch when she gets hot, and I have actually made her come just from sucking her nipples. We often used sex toys as a part of our foreplay. We also enjoyed mutual masturbation, and I never tired of watching as Kit had one powerful climax after another. For a woman her size my wife has a small pussy, but she can have multiple orgasms. Her clit is quite large, which has been an asset to both of us. When I go down on her and suck her clit it is not unusual for her to come three or for times in succession. At those times she says it is as if she just has one prolonged orgasm, with no real break at all.
But as I said, all this sexual fun had gradually slowed to a crawl after a while, as Kit started thinking of herself as too heavy to be attractive, and came to feel she was not desirable as a sex partner. The fact was that she had put on perhaps 10 pounds, but everything that had drawn me to her 14 years before was still there. Her butt may not be small and tight, like the ones on those girls in the magazines, but for me fucking Kit doggie-fashion and playing with her ass is and always has been a treat. Not to mention how much I love watching her get on her knees and lower her shoulders to the bed as she holds her ass cheeks apart, allowing me to ease my cock into her tight little asshole and work it in to the hilt. She also worried about her thighs being large; but again, seeing her on her back, spreading her legs to show me her puffy little pussy and inviting me to mount her, is something I never get tired of. In addition, my wife is in a class by herself when it comes to sucking cock. When she takes me in her mouth it’s as though I have put my dick in a sucking machine, and it is heaven on earth. So for me the idea that she was not attractive, and a less than desirable sex partner, simply wasn’t true.
One thing that did make Kit feel good about herself was dancing, at which she is very good and which she has always really enjoyed, so we usually went out dancing about twice a month. On one particular Friday we arrived at a club we especially liked, found a table, ordered a couple of drinks and settled in. The music was good, and we had already danced several times when a guy approached our table and asked me if he might ask my wife to dance. I could tell that Kit was flattered, so I quickly encouraged her, and she finally accepted.
The guy was tall, maybe six feet two, and looked to weigh about 200 pounds. As I watched, it became clear that he was one hell of a good dancer, and given Kit’s own dancing skills, they made quite a couple. They danced three numbers before returning to the table, at which time I invited the man to join us for a drink.
He quickly accepted, and over the next two hours the conversation flowed easily, interrupted only by his and Kit’s frequent trips to the dance floor. His name was Hal, and he was a widower in his early 50s. His wife had died about two years before, and he had only recently started going out. He said he and his wife use to love to dance, and he had heard this place had a good band. He was a good-looking guy with an easy manner, and seemed to have a lot of self-confidence. He said he had noticed that Kit was an exceptional dancer, which was why he had decided to approach us.
Kit was acting more like her old happy self than she had for a while. Her naturally warm personality began to show itself, and I could tell she was having a good time. On the dance floor she moved gracefully, and as I watched them it was clear that they had some very good chemistry. When they danced to a slow number she cuddled up to him with her head on his shoulder, and two or three times his hand brushed across her ass before he caught himself and moved it.
Before we parted at the end of the evening, I invited Hal to join us for dinner at a nice restaurant the following night, and he quickly accepted.
On the drive home Kit wanted to know why I had suggested having dinner with Hal the next evening, and I replied that Hal seemed like a really nice guy, and we had all gotten along so well together. The truth was that I had really enjoyed watching the two of them together. I had especially enjoyed watching my wife snuggle up to Hal, and had found the sight of his hand on her butt strangely exciting. I did wonder about the fact that I seemed to enjoy watching another man with my wife, but I wasn’t too concerned. Besides, I liked Hal, who seemed to be a genuinely nice guy, well-mannered and distinguished, and it was obvious that Kit liked him too.
Our dinner the following evening went as well as the previous night of dancing. We obviously all enjoyed each other’s company, and that was just the beginning. Over the next year the three of us formed a close, warm friendship. We often went dancing together, and as Hal was a hell of a lot better than me in that department, I just watched most of the time. We often had Hal over to our house for dinner, and he would reciprocate by taking us out to some excellent restaurants. Hal and I occasionally played golf together, and often enjoyed a cookout at our house afterwards.
Although he was a gentleman in every way, I could tell that Hal had developed strong feelings for Kit, and it was equally obvious that she was more than fond of him as well. When they danced she just seemed to melt into his arms, and though it may have been inadvertent, at such times he couldn’t seem to keep his hands from roaming. I never felt threatened by any of this, because I was secure in my love for Kit, and I was sure she felt the same. In fact I encouraged it at first, because I could see that it made her feel more positive about herself. Later, though, I realized that I was encouraging it because I was sexually charged when I watched them together. For some reason I didn’t fully understand, when they danced slow numbers and snuggled together I would get a big hard-on, and before long I began seeing pictures in my mind of the two of them fucking while I watched. And after several months of such thoughts I came to accept it as something I actually hoped might one day happen.
One night, about a year after first meeting Hal, Kit and I were in bed, indulging in some of the best sex we’d had in a long time. I was pumping away on top of her, and we were both nearing our climax when she cried out, “Oh God, I’m coming, baby, fuck me, Hal, fuck me harder baby, harder . . . Yes, oh fuck, I’m coming! I’m coming!”
We both climaxed then, and I collapsed on top of her. We were holding each other, enjoying the afterglow, when it dawned on Kit what she had just said. I wasn’t upset by it at all, but she was. She gave a little gasp and said, “Oh dear God, Danny, I’m so sorry! I don’t know why I said that! I’m so sorry, sweetheart, please forgive me. I’m so sorry!”
At that point I put my finger on her lips. “Shhh, baby, there is no need to be sorry,” I said. “Because there’s nothing to apologize for, really.”
“But, darling, what I said—right in the middle of . . . you know . . . I called you Hal, as if . . . as if you . . .”
I took her in my arms again and held her for a long time, telling her over and over that I was not upset. Finally I took her hand and put it on my hard cock. “Feel that, baby,” I said. “Does that feel like you need to apologize? Believe me, you calling me Hal in the middle of your climax was actually exciting for me. So much so that, as you can see, I’m still hard.”
She looked at me for a moment and then said, “But why, Danny? I don’t understand.”
At that point I realized that I couldn’t hide my feelings from her any longer, and that we needed to have a serious talk. I got up and poured us some wine, propped up some pillows so we could be comfortable and sat down beside her. “Look, Kit,” I said. “I can’t explain why, but the idea of you and Hal actually having sex is something I find very exciting. Really, I’ve thought about it a lot. And that’s why, when you called me Hal, I stayed hard even after I had just climaxed.”
Kit looked at me wide-eyed. “But, darling, I would never . . .”
“I know you would never cheat, baby, and neither would I, but we’re not talking about cheating here,” I told her. “Cheating is when one partner goes behind the other partner’s back. I’m talking about me not only knowing about it, I’m talking about actually being there with you. And perhaps even taking part myself.”
For a long time Kit just looked at me, not saying a word. Then finally she breathed, “You would really want me to do that? To actually have sex with Hal?”
This was the moment of truth, and I tried to weigh my words carefully. Finally I said, “I know it sounds strange, but I can’t deny that when I see that picture in my mind I get so hard it feels like my cock will explode. Look, Kit, I know you are very fond of Hal, and so am I. And there is no question he has feelings for you.”
At that point she stopped me to say, “But Dan . . . our marriage. What about our marriage?”
“Listen, sweetheart,” I replied. “I love you more than anything in this world, and I think you love me, and nothing, and I mean nothing, is ever going to change that. But my loving you so much makes the thought of seeing you with Hal that much more exciting.”
We sat there looking at each other for what seemed like a very long time. Then, slowly, Kit got a little smile on her face as she looked down at my cock, which was still hard as a stone. “And this is what happens when you think of me and Hal together?” she said. She reached out then and gently stroked my rod, which gave a little jerk under her fingers. When I groaned she smiled and said, “Do you need some help with that, sweetie?”
“Oh God, yes, baby please,” I moaned. She then took my cock in her mouth and began sucking as only she can. “Oh damn, baby, yes, suck me, suck my cock!” I panted. “Pretend it’s Hal’s cock and suck it good. Show him how good you are at sucking a man’s hard cock!”
My words seemed to light a fire in her, and she started sucking me even harder. I knew I couldn’t last long at this rate, and just before I came I said, “Yes, Kit, suck it, suck Hal’s hard cock, suck the come right out of him!” And then I came, harder than I had in years, and Kit did not lose a drop.
Nothing more was said about Hal until the next evening. I was watching TV in the family room when Kit came in and sat down. “Danny, I think we should talk about last night,” she said. “I’ve thought a lot about it, and while I’m not sure I could actually do it, I need to know something. Have you already talked to Hal about this?”
“No, sweetheart, I haven’t,” I told her. “And I wouldn’t do that without your permission.” Then I added, “But I would like to, if it’s all right with you.”
She sat quietly a minute. “I don’t know,” she said finally. “I’d be lying if I said I’m not curious, maybe even excited by the idea. But it scares me too. Besides, I’m not sure he would even want to, you know, have me like that. I’m a 37-year-old overweight woman, so why would Hal want me when he could do so much better?”
“Hey, wait just a minute here,” I protested. “You may be 37, and a few pounds heavier than you use to be, but you are still one hell of a beautiful and desirable woman. And as for how Hal feels about you, I have seen how he is around you, and as a man, I can tell how he feels. He would never make a move on you, he’s too much of a gentleman for that, but he would love to get into your panties. I would bet a year’s salary on it. You may not realize this, Kit, but you are a sexually exciting woman, capable of making a man feel he is king of the world when he is with you.”
She sat quietly for a minute, and finally said, “Well, Dan, if you are really sure you want this, then I guess it would be all right to approach him. But I will simply die if he says no.”
I kissed her then. “Don’t worry,” I told her confidently. “He won’t.”
I had no idea how I was going to bring this up to Hal, and after considering several ideas I decided to just be honest with him. So the next time we were alone I said, “Hal, I want to say something, and I’m going to ask you to hear me out before you reply.”
He looked a little confused, but he said, “Sure, Dan, what’s on your mind?”
I took a deep breath and said, “Hal, am I right in assuming that you find Kit attractive?”
He looked surprised, but after a minute he said, “Well, yes, I guess so. But what makes you ask?”
“I just wanted to be sure I was right in believing that you do find her attractive—and even sexually desirable.”
I could tell he was really curious now. “Okay, yes,” he said. “I think she is a very attractive lady and you are a lucky guy. So tell me what this is all about.”
“Well,” I said, “I guess the best way to say this is just to say it, so here it goes. I have noticed that there is a lot of good chemistry between you and Kit, and to be honest I have found it exciting. I mean, when I watch you two dance together I always get a hard-on, and afterwards Kit and I often have some of our best sex. At first, when I talked to her about this, she was afraid I was angry, but I convinced her I wasn’t—that in fact I enjoyed watching you together more than I could say, and would actually like to see a lot more. That in fact it excited me, in a sexual way. Finally, after lots of talking, Kit admitted to me how much she enjoyed being with you, and how it turned her on as well. We’ve talked a lot more since then, and finally I told her I would love to see the two of you making love.” Hal started to say something, but before he could I said, “I know how that must sound, and if it’s just too kinky or crazy-sounding, just say so and I’ll say no more.”
I stopped and waited then as Hal digested what I had just said. It took a while, but finally he looked at me and said, “I just can’t believe this! I have dreamed of being with Kit like that since that first night we met, but I never imagined that it could ever happen. So let me be sure I understand you correctly. You want to know if I would be interested in having sex with Kit, and you want to watch, is that right?”
I just nodded.
Again he just looked at me for a minute, and then he smiled. “Damn, would I ever!” he said. “But tell me, how does Kit feel about this?”
“She admits she is interested in the idea,” I told him. “But she has two concerns. One is what it might do to our marriage, and the second is that you might not find her desirable because of her weight. I’ve already assured her about the first, so what do I tell her about the second?”
He smiled again and said emphatically, “Just tell her I can’t believe I could be this lucky!”
That night in bed I told Kit all about the conversation I’d had with Hal that afternoon. I wondered how she would react, and I was pleasantly surprise when she got very excited. We talked about some of the details for a few minutes, but before long we were fucking like two oversexed rabbits.
The next day I called Hal and asked him if he would like to come to our house for dinner that Saturday evening, and of course he quickly agreed.
Saturday finally arrived, and we had a light dinner before moving to the family room. Everyone was tense, and the conversation was a bit stilted. So finally, to get things started, I said to Kit, “Honey, why don’t you go put on something comfortable, and Hal and I will join you in the bedroom in a few minutes.”
Kit just nodded, and then got up and left without a word. “Okay,” I said to Hal. “Obviously this is a little awkward, so when we get in the bedroom why don’t I start making out with Kit, and then you just join in.”
“That sounds fine to me,” Hal said. We waited for about 15 minutes, and then at my suggestion got up and went inside.
In the bedroom, Kit was lying on the bed in a black negligee which I had not seen before. It showed lots of cleavage, and was split up one side all the way to the waist. She was leaning against the headboard, propped up on a stack of pillows, with one leg drawn up in a provocative manner. I had never seen her look sexier in my life. She had lowered the lights and lit several candles, giving the room a very romantic atmosphere.
I took off everything but my shorts and lay down beside her, and soon we were making out like teenagers, while Hal took a seat with a good view of the bed. Before long I was playing with Kit’s breasts, and soon had one of them out of the gown and was sucking on her nipple. Kit was already breathing hard and rubbing my cock through my shorts. Hal’s eyes were glued to the action on the bed as I worked Kit’s gown up her leg until I was sure he could see her blonde pubic hair.
At that point I said, “Hal, you seem to be the only one still dressed, and I think Kit would like you to undress and come join us.”
He stood up then and began to remove his clothes. Kit and I stopped and watched as Hal proceeded to disrobe. He quickly took off his shoes and socks, and then removed his shirt. He wore no undershirt, and it was obvious that even at 52 he was in excellent condition. Next he removed his pants, leaving him in only his boxer shorts.
Kit was so excited that I don’t think she even realized I had begun running my fingers through her pussy hair and rubbing her cunt lips. And when Hal slowly eased his shorts down, neither of us were prepared for what we saw. The man had one of the most impressive cocks I had ever seen in my life. It looked to be close to eight inches long, and was easily twice as big around as my own. It was also hard as a rock, and curved nicely upward, the large purple head already oozing precome from the tip. Kit just stared at it in wonder, and I knew she was seeing more cock at that moment than she had ever seen before in her life.
Hal walked up to the bed, standing close to my wife. “Kit,” he said, “I have dreamed of this moment ever since the first night I saw you on the dance floor.” Then he held out his hand, and she took it as he sat down by her on the bed. As he did so I slipped off the other side and went to sit in the chair where he had been.
At first he just held her for a minute, and then leaned in and gave her a passionate kiss. She kissed him back, and I could see their tongues working feverishly. Then he began playing with her tits, rubbing her nipples with his fingers. By then Kit was breathing so hard you could have heard her in the next room. Hal then moved down and began sucking one nipple and then the other, causing them to grow to a full half inch. As he kissed his way down her body, Kit looked over at me, as if asking me one final time if this was all right. To reassure her I got up and kissed her. I then removed my shorts, showing her my very rigid cock, and went back to my chair to watch.
Hal had kissed his way down over her tummy, and now Kit allowed him to move her legs slowly apart, giving him total access to her hair-covered pussy. I could tell she was still a bit tense even as he began licking her engorged cunt lips, but she was already leaking fluid.
Hal raised his head long enough to say, “God, Kit, you taste so good! I could come just from the smell and the taste of you.” He then lowered his head again and started sucking her unusually large clit.
Until then she had remained silent, almost like a spectator, except for her heavy breathing; but when he started sucking her clit she began to moan loudly, and then she began to babble almost incoherently. “Oh God, Hal, please, oh my God please, don’t stop, please, oh God please don’t stop. That feels so good, Hal, oh suck me Hal, harder baby please, and suck me suck me oh God suck me!” And then she reached her peak, “Oh God I can’t stand it! My pussy is on fire, I’m going to come, oh God, Danny, I’m coming! Now, baby. Now!”
As she came her hips arched so high off the bed that I wasn’t sure Hal would be able to stay with her, but he managed. When it was over Kit just lay there trying to catch her breath.
At that point I got up and moved to the bed. I leaned down and kissed her, and then said, “Baby, I think Hal would love to fuck you now. Are you ready for his big cock?”
Kit just looked at me with dazed eyes, and then she nodded. “Yes,” panted. “Oh yes, I would love that.”
Hal needed no other encouragement, and quickly moved between her legs. I knew my wife was about to feel more cock than she had ever felt before. I reached for the lubricant I had placed on the nightstand and handed it to Hal. He quickly coated his cock with a generous amount, then moved into position, lining up his cock with her pussy, now engorged and swollen and leaking love juice. At the same time Kit raised her legs, waiting to receive a man other than me for the first time in her life.
Hal placed his cock against her pussy lips and applied enough pressure to cause his cockhead to push its way inside her. Kit made a kind of grunting sound. “Oh God, Hal, please go slow,” she panted. “Please, you are so much bigger than Dan!” He paused for a moment to allow her to adjust to his size, then withdrew a little and moved forward again, sending a good six inches of hard cock into my wife’s tight pussy.
Kit was filling the room with gasps and grunting sounds as Hal established a slow, steady rhythm. At this point I moved to the bottom of the bed so I could watch as he stretched my wife’s tight pussy with his huge cock. Because of his size, Kit’s clit was being stimulated by that huge pole as it went in and out of her, and soon she went into a series of small climaxes that sent her into a kind of sexual orbit. Her breathing was hoarse and erratic as she curled her arms around his neck, crying out, “Hal, oh God Hal, I’m coming again, oh fuck me Hal, fuck me hard, oh damn, oh God I can’t stop, oh fuck, harder Hal harder, now baby, I’m coming again, NOW . . .”
This time as she climaxed Kit’s entire torso arched high into the air, and then she sank to the bed, totally exhausted. Hal stopped only a minute to allow her to recover, and then resumed his slow fucking motion. Kit moaned, and after a moment she opened her eyes and looked deeply into his.
“Oh Jesus, I have never felt anything like that in my life, Hal,” she gasped out. “But before you finish I want you to give me all of it. Put all of your beautiful cock inside me, please. I want to feel it, and I know Dan wants to see it.”
When she said that Hal took hold of her legs and pushed them back toward her tits, making her pussy totally accessible to his attack. He then picked up the pace, and after about 30 seconds I again heard my wife making weird grunting sounds, and I could see his balls slapping her ass as he sank his cock in to the hilt, again and again, until finally he stiffened and sent shot after shot of come deep into Kit’s spasming pussy.
When his contractions subsided his cock slipped out of her cunt and he fell to one side of her, as if completely drained. Now my wife lay there with her legs spread apart as far as they would go, with Hal’s jism already starting to drip from her gaping hole to run down the crack of her ass. It was the most erotic sight I had ever seen, and I almost lost my own load even as I quickly moved between her legs. But I managed to hold out until I had sunk my cock into her sodden pussy, where I came without even taking one stroke.
As we lay there exhausted Kit said, “Dan, do me one more favor—share him with me, please.” I knew instantly what she meant, and without even thinking I moved down and began licking her pussy like a man possessed. “Oh God Danny, that feels wonderful!” she cried. “Yes baby, do it, do it, lick me, suck my used pussy.” And then she said, “Oh God, I’m going to come again! Suck it, Danny, suck it baby, oh fuck I’m coming! Ahh!”
Her contractions as she climaxed forced all our combined juices into my waiting mouth, and I had never tasted anything so good in my life. As I lay there between my wife’s legs I realized I was already getting hard again, and I knew the night had just began.
That was five months ago, and we now get together with Hal for dancing—and other entertainment—about twice a month. I think it’s an arrangement that will last a long time.
—Name and address withheld