It wasn’t bad enough that all the flights were cancelled, the airport was snowed in, our luggage hadn’t shown up and the hotels were full, but as we stood in the crowd of pissed-off passengers at the airport, Rhoda and I saw her ex-boyfriend, Cliff, standing among the crowd.
Rhoda tried to brush it off when I asked her if she wanted to go say hello to him. “Of course you do,” I said. “You haven’t taken your eyes off him since you saw him standing there. I know you two were pretty thick for a while. Go on. Go say hello.” She hesitated for a minute, then kissed me and made her way through the crowd toward Cliff.
I knew things had been pretty hot and heavy between them back in the day, but I didn’t know why they had suddenly split after nearly 10 years together. But it was evident that Rhoda was eager to see him, so I figured it would be best to let her get it out of her system. We had no place to go anyway; we had already been told that all the hotels were full, and it looked like we would be staying overnight in the airport, sleeping in a chair, or stretched out on the floor.
But when Rhoda came back from talking with Cliff, she had a huge smile on her face. “Cliff has a room,” she told me. “And he’s offered to share it with us.”
Sally and I have been married for eight years now. She is a five-foot-nine, 130-pound beauty with 36C breasts, a tight ass and killer legs that seem to go on and on. She knows that I like to see her dress to show off her great body when we go out, and she’s constantly getting looks from men.
The story I am about to relate took place eight months ago, when our friend Carl was getting married. Dave, Carl’s best man, wanted to throw a stag party for him two weeks before the wedding, and it was decided that the party would be held at our house, since we have a very large rec room in our basement. There were a total of six men at the party: Rob, Dave, Carl the groomsman, two friends of Dave’s named Lou and Jim, and myself. Sally has known all of them for several years. Since the party was to be at our house, she volunteered to act as hostess, making sure that all of the snacks and food were put out. I told her that Dave was bringing a couple of porn films to be played on the wide-screen TV in the rec room, and also that he had arranged for a stripper to perform later on in the evening. Sally just smiled and said, “Whatever.”
On the night of the party Sally dressed in a pair of tight black slacks that accented her flat tummy and tight round ass, and a glittery silver blouse that was cut low enough to show off a good bit of cleavage. When I saw her I got an instant hard-on and told her she looked great. Her reply was that she was the hostess for a stag party, so she thought she should look good.
I recently had the misfortune of listening to a fellow worker describe his feelings when he found out that his wife of eight years was having an affair with some guy. He went into great detail as he related how he had become ill one day and had gone home early from work, to find his wife on her knees on their bed, screaming into a pillow as some guy with a long pecker pumped into her pussy from behind. He was devastated, and said he would probably never trust her again.
I have to admit that although I felt sorry for him, I was thinking more of my own situation, since Delia and I have been married almost seven years. I wondered how I would take a similar situation if it happened to me. After much thought, I decided to take steps to assure that it never would.
My slim, attractive wife looks to be barely 21, but is actually 29, with a winning smile, a great set of tits, a trim waist and a tight ass. She turns many a guy’s head when we go out, which made my worries seem even more important.
We had just finished one of our twice-weekly sexual encounters when I started asking her some pertinent questions. Since I was the only man she had ever been with, my first question was, “Have you ever wanted to experience sex with another man? Tell the truth,” I added. Delia’s immediate response was to ask me how I ever came up with a question like that. I told her of my friend Teddy’s experience with his wife, and when I finished I asked her the same question again.
I’ve studied a lot of cunts (including in magazines and videos), and I’m convinced my wife has the best-looking one I’ve seen. Her labs are not too big but just the right size to chew on; the glistening little lips are elegant and puffy; and since she shaves her box, her clean slit is uniform and just the right length to show enough of the lips to show they’re there. If her lovely legs are held open, the lips spread their wings like a butterfly taking off.
After reading a “Take Her, She’s Mine” letter in Penthouse Letters that told about a wife who liked to show off her pussy and a husband who lived to share it with other guys, visually and otherwise, I became obsessed with the idea of other men seeing my wife’s perfect pussy. At first I got excited just imagining it. Then I started fantasizing about actually sharing it.
I finally talked Nan into letting me photograph her splayed pussy. Though she protested at first, she clearly enjoyed spreading her legs for my lens. I detected a bit of an exhibitionist in my demure spouse!
After a few months I had quite a collection of “snatch shots.” I didn’t say anything about maybe showing them to others, which I doubted she would go for. But from the first I was thinking about who I could show the pics to. I got the feeling that deep down Nan wanted someone else to see them.
For my wife Sue’s 40th birthday, I surprised her with a 10-day cruise. Sue is five feet two inches tall, with sandy brown hair, green eyes and an attractive figure which she keeps in good shape. She’s always been willing to experiment with sex, and has initiated several kinky adventures. She often used to fantasize about having someone watch us fuck, but my fantasy went a step further—I wanted to watch her get absolutely hammered by another guy. Though we’d talked about these ideas many times, usually in the throes of hot sex, I wasn’t sure it would ever happen.
We embarked on our cruise on a March morning, and after strolling around the ship we went to the bar for a few drinks before dinner. At dinner we were seated with three other couples, with whom we quickly hit it off, and things were going well.
Our waiter, Zeke, was a young man of Greek descent, well-built, attractive and very personable. It was obvious that all the women at the table were checking him out, and even flirting with him a little. I’m sure he was used to this happening; he smiled a lot, and was very attentive to the ladies.
I am a 22-year-old black man, six feet three and 195 pounds. A few weeks ago I went to a local sports bar to watch a football game and hang out. Midway through the game a white man in his late 20s came in with a beautiful woman who looked to be about my age and had an incredible body. I caught her looking over at me a few times. At one point she bent down and whispered something in the man’s ear, and he looked over at me too.
The ball game was almost over, so I figured I’d have one more for the road. The bartender put another drink in front of me, and when I went to pay him he pointed at the white man and said the drink was on him.
A moment later the white couple came over, and the man told me his name was Bruce, and his wife’s was Doris. He said his wife found me very appealing and she wanted to know if I would like to join them for a nightcap at their hotel, which was just across the street. He told me his wife had always wanted to make it with a black man, and he’d always wanted to watch her do it.
My lovely wife Lee loves to wear sexy and provocative outfits whenever we go out. She does this not only because she enjoys attracting male attention and female jealousy, but also because it makes it easier for her to pick up men, whom she then usually takes home and fucks while I watch.
One of Lee’s favorite outfits is a short black miniskirt and a sheer black blouse, which she wears without a bra, so that her breasts and nipples are almost completely visible. She also wears crotchless pantyhose with a sexy pair of panties over them. She wears the panties over the panty hose so that, if things go well, she can remove them to allow easy access to her steaming hot pussy. She also wears four-inch heels to accent her great legs.
She wore this outfit one night last month, when we went out to a popular nightclub located in a downtown hotel. Our plan was the same as on other occasions. Lee would go into the nightclub alone, and I would follow a minute or two later. She would sit at a table by herself, and I would sit somewhere nearby to watch what happened.
My wife Nan came from a very religious family, and was a very conservative person when I first met her. It took me a couple of years to get her to loosen up, but when she did, the effort was more than worth it!
Nan is a gorgeous 25-year-old blonde, with a great figure and killer legs, and we had been married for about three years when I first shared her with a friend of mine named Luke.
One night Nan and I went out drinking and dancing with Luke and his wife Mia, a pretty, slender brunette. Afterwards the four of us went back to our house, where we somewhat drunkenly decided to play a game of strip poker.
Luke was the first to lose all his clothing. When he removed his briefs, I could see that Nan was very impressed with the 10-inch piece of man meat hanging from his groin.
Later that night, after Mia and Luke had left, Nan and I had a very torrid sex session. When I asked her why she was so hot to trot, she seemed reluctant to answer. But when I prodded her she finally told me that earlier on, when she had gone to the kitchen for a drink of water, Luke, still naked, had come up behind her at the sink and had begun caressing her firm breasts. He had then pressed himself against her, lifted her skirt and slid his hard cock between her legs, sawing it back and forth against her crotch. She admitted she had been somewhat excited by this, but had been afraid to tell me about it.
I always wanted to see my wife Olivia, who is 38 with a dynamite figure, pose for pictures tied hand and foot, looking completely helpless. But I was embarrassed to ask her, feeling she wouldn’t be too keen on the idea.
To make it still harder, the person I wanted to take the pictures was our neighbor Chuck, who does a lot of photography but is no favorite of Olivia’s. She just didn’t like him. (I had no hang-ups with another man seeing my wife’s equipment. To be honest, I liked the idea.) It took me weeks to get up the nerve to talk to Olivia, until one evening while we were having hot sex, I carefully brought up wanting pictures of her tied and helpless.
“Helpless?” she said. “Are you nuts?” I thought she’d take my head off! “Getting photographed tied up is sort of kinky, but did you really dream that I’d let you tie me up and do whatever?”
My wife and I live in an apartment building in the city. My friend Sam and his wife live in the same building, a couple of floors down. About six months ago a couple named Gil and Allie moved in across the hall. Allie was pregnant, and she delivered a healthy baby the following month.
As a couple Gil and Allie were nice enough, even though Allie was still a little plump after having the baby, and was a little on the plain side, with shoulder-length sandy-colored hair and green eyes. She and Gil argued a lot, and Allie was left alone quite a bit.
Then one day, after the two of them had an argument, Gil left and didn’t come back. This left Allie all alone with her baby, but somehow she managed.
One day, while our wives were out shopping, Sam and I were drinking beer in my apartment when we heard Allie come home with her baby.
Sam said, “Dude, we ought to nail her. I bet she’s so lonely and horny now that she’d let us both fuck her.”