Now Wilbur really started to go to town, squeezing and juggling my wife’s 34Cs while licking and sucking on her beautifully erect nipples. I watched in total fascination and delight as Anna continued to play with Wilbur’s cock through his pants. Then I saw that Wilbur’s right hand had slid down inside Anna’s shorts and was now exploring her hairy pussy. I could tell he was finger-fucking her by the way Anna was rocking her pelvis back and forth and moaning softly with pleasure, her eyes now closed as Wilbur delved into her wonderful wetness. I was transfixed by the sight, and wondering where things were headed. I didn’t have to wait long to find out, because within another minute or so Anna lifted her hips off the couch, and Wilbur quickly slipped her shorts down her legs and over her ankles, along with her panties.
I was absolutely beside myself with excitement when I saw those shorts hit the floor. There was my darling wife, now totally naked, offering her tits and pussy to my old college roommate, whom she hadn’t even seen in years. But the best was yet to come. After another three or four minutes of Wilbur licking and sucking my wife’s taut nipples and finger-fucking her with first one, then two, then three fingers, Anna sat up and unbuckled his belt. Now it was Wilbur’s turn to raise his hips, and Anna quickly pulled his pants and undershorts down to his ankles, and then crouched on the floor with her head hovering over his rock-hard cock.
If I had been surprised before, I was now positively astounded by what I was seeing—my completely naked wife down on her knees, with my old college roommate’s cock in her hand, apparently ready to suck him off. As I said before, Anna had never been very fond of oral sex, and when she sucked me off she’d done it somewhat grudgingly, almost as if she considered it a duty. Yet here she was, obviously enjoying every bit of what she was doing. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, but instead of being jealous I was going crazy with arousal.
My kneeling wife stroked that stiff cock for a minute, and then bent her head to it, sticking out her tongue and licking the precome from the slit. She tasted it tentatively, apparently found it to her liking, and immediately began swirling her tongue around Wilbur’s cockhead. All over it she went, around the sides and across the top, and then she began licking up and down the full length of his shaft. All the while she was doing this, she was gently squeezing and massaging Wilbur’s fully loaded balls. And she was obviously enjoying herself tremendously.
Finally, after teasing Wilbur with her wet tongue until he literally started to squirm, Anna opened her mouth as wide as she could and slowly slid it down over the length of his cock. Then she started to suck him, first moving her warm, wet mouth slowly up and down over his thick shaft, then quickly picking up speed until she was bobbing her head rapidly, gradually taking more and more of him into her mouth with each downward stroke, getting closer and closer to burying her nose in his pubic hair. Then, after a couple of minutes of this, I heard Wilbur grunt and saw his entire body shudder. With that, my wife’s hot mouth took one final deep plunge over the full length of his cock. Wilbur shook twice more and groaned loudly as he began to shoot his load into Anna’s willing throat. At that point I could hardly restrain myself from coming right in my pants.
After Wilbur had shot two forceful blasts of his come into Anna’s eagerly sucking mouth, she suddenly pulled way, pumping his cock with her hand while aiming it at her face. Wilbur rewarded her by giving her another two full blasts right in her face, while the rest shot onto her quivering breasts. I saw with tremendous excitement the thick white cream that now dripped from my wife’s face and mouth. Then, with a soft moan, she again bent over his cock, taking it in and making slurpy sucking sounds as her head pistoned up and down on the now softening pole, all the while massaging his balls as if trying to milk more come from them. It was as though she couldn’t get enough of the taste of his cock, or of his come—this sweet little wife of mine who had never before enjoyed sucking cock.
Only when Wilbur’s cock had gone completely limp did Anna release it from her lips and sit up with a long sigh. She licked all around her mouth, gobbling up as much come as she could, and what she couldn’t reach with her tongue she scooped off her face and breasts with her fingers, and then one by one sucked them clean.
Wilbur sat there in a kind of daze. “Oh, Anna, thank you!” he said at last. “That was great. That was wonderful!”
“No, Wilbur, thank you,” Anna said breathlessly. “I really enjoyed that. And I just can’t believe what those southern girls are missing!”
At that point Wilbur glanced at his watch and said he really had to be going. Anna asked him when he might be in our area again. Wilbur said that as it happened he would be coming back in about a month on business, and asked her why she wanted to know. I was thrilled when my naked wife slid her hand down to her crotch, cupped her pussy, and said, “Well, next time I’d like to find out what that cock of yours feels like down here.” We made plans right then and there for him to spend a long weekend with us when he came back.
After that evening, Anna was no longer reluctant to indulge in oral sex. In fact, she could hardly get enough of it, and it soon became her favorite type of sexual activity. A month later, when Wilbur came back, the three of us had a wonderful weekend of fucking and sucking. And now Anna is talking about accompanying me to the next fraternity get-together in the mountain cabin. These gatherings have always been all-male, but I suspect that I’ll be able to persuade the guys to make an exception.—Name and address withheld
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LUST-LADEN LOVERS, AFTER FOUR MONTHS APART, FINISH CATCHING UP AT A HOT CLUB
I arrived in Phoenix on a Thursday afternoon to visit my man. Since it was almost four months since Barry and I had seen each other, we had lots of time to make up for. We spent most of Thursday and Friday doing just that, with lots of hot sex.
By Saturday evening we were ready to go out and have fun. We went to a local swingers’ club. Although we had previously gone to an on-premise club, this was an off- premise one, meaning no actual sex goes on. But we had been to this club too, and enjoyed it. With all the playing and exhibitionism, it could get quite hot.
We got there a little before ten, and things were still subdued. However, within the hour, things heated up. The club has a large dance floor, with tables on three sides. There are also dance poles at each end, where women can dance if they like, and a dance cage alongside the dance floor.
Most women who come to the club dress erotically, exposing as much as possible. I had worn a low-cut, sleeveless red dress, very short, with no panties, my black-and-red Frederick’s cutout bra, black thigh-highs and very high black heels.
Watching other women dance with their men, or with other women, could be quite hot, quite exciting. After several drinks, and with the music enticing us, Barry and I were ready to get out and dance. Understand that anything goes there in the way of dancing.
As we danced, Barry would slide his hands up beneath my dress and pull it up, exposing my ass and shaved pussy, or he might pull down the top, exposing my breasts, which he then rubbed and pinched. We danced close, front to front or with my back to him, his arms around me, his hands caressing me, so very hot.
As the night went on, and the drinks kept coming, people got hotter and hotter, and so did we! We returned to our table for a while, drinking and participating in heavy-duty kissing and touching each other. I stroked Barry’s cock, feeling it swell with my touch. He squeezed my breasts, sliding his finger in my pussy and finger-fucking me there. We drank a bit more, then danced some more—this time moving in closer to other couples.
First we did this with us close enough to two women together for a little petting, breasts and such. Later, with a male-female couple, the woman—a cute blonde in a leather dress—and I first touched each other’s breasts and then our bodies. We slid fingers to each other’s pussy, rubbing and inserting them. While we danced, I reached around and slid my finger in her pussy. From how hot and wet she was, I knew she was enjoying it.
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he turned around and gave me a deep French kiss, with lots of tongue. This was the first time I had kissed another woman like that, and it was exciting. We stood with our tongues deep inside each other’s mouth and pulled each other close. Our men stood there watching all of this and commenting how hot it was.
Barry asked the blonde to make me come. She took my hand and whispered to me to sit in a nearby chair. She knelt in front of me and slid her tongue in my pussy, faster and faster, deeper and deeper. I had never felt anything like her tongue-fucking me, and I came in a short time. She laughed and said, “Wow, that’s the fastest I ever made anyone come!” We smiled, thanked each other, kissed again and went our separate ways.
Barry and I returned to our table for a while, and the blonde began dancing on the pole with another woman. We moved to a table right next to the pole where they were dancing. Within a couple of minutes the other girl—not the one I had been with—reached down to me and pulled me up to the platform to dance with them. We touched one another so damn erotically as we danced, it was unbelievable.
Soon after that dance, we were ready to leave, as it was late. While I waited for Barry to return from the bathroom, the boyfriend of the girl who had pulled me up to dance on the pole came over and said, “I’ve been watching you tonight, and I just wanted to say you are so sexy.” I smiled and thanked him. As Barry walked past the girl, she told him I was very hot and she’d love to be with me. We had to go, but just the thought made me even hotter.
When we got to Barry’s truck, both of us were so damn hot and turned on, talking about how hot that had been. I felt really good from all the drinks and all the excitement. While we drove home, Barry said to me to play with myself. I put my feet up on the dashboard and rubbed my clit and pussy. I was incredibly turned on, about all I had to do was touch myself and I would come. He said not to stop, to fuck myself harder, deeper. I kept saying, “Ohmygod, I don’t have to. If I touch myself, I’ll come.” I came more than once, and from time to time he licked my fingers.
All of a sudden Barry stopped the truck in the middle of a road. I really had no idea where we were. He said, “Get out of the truck. I want to fuck you right here.” I smiled and eagerly got out of the truck. We stood beside the bed of the truck, me facing it, him behind me. I bent slightly, so his hard cock could slip in my dripping pussy. We were both still so turned on from everything all night. He fucked me hard, and his cock ramming into me felt so good, I couldn’t stop moaning. Within moments we were squirting come all over the road and each other. Then we climbed back in the truck and returned to the hotel.
When we got back to our room, we continued fucking for a while. My body still wanted more of Barry’s wonderful cock deep inside me, fucking my pussy and fucking my ass. Then I put on my strap-on and fucked his ass. What a night!
After fucking each other so thoroughly, we collapsed together on the bed, barely able to move. We held each other close, smiling, and fell asleep thinking of the fantastic time we had.—N.R., Denver, Colorado
THEY RELIVE THEIR COLLEGE DAYS WITH A HEALTHY DOSE OF ALL-AMERICAN FUCKING
During the fifteen years my husband and I have been married, we have had a varied and spicy sex life. Recently we became reacquainted with college friends we haven’t seen on a frequent basis for some time.
Connie is a slender brunette with beautiful lithe legs and long fingers. Greg, her husband, is a James Dean type who, according to Connie, never wears underwear. He and Hal, my husband, were college roommates. Hal is an all-American blond with a V-shape physique. I am a tall blonde with long legs and strong features that are a product of a passion for running.
Greg and Connie invited us for an intimate dinner at an out-of-the-way restaurant with a reputation for adventure, secluded with dark and private tables. Although we had no plans for a wild sexual encounter, or anything out of the ordinary, for some reason I felt heightened anticipation the whole week leading up to Saturday. I visited the spa for a bikini wax, manicure and pedicure.
In college Hal and I had once been involved with Greg and Connie in a passionate night of sex, but it had been some time, and we had no way of knowing if they were interested in a repeat performance. Memories of this definitely played in my mind during that week. That was Connie’s first woman-to-woman experience, and it left me dreaming about the possibilities.
Before going out, I shaved my pussy, leaving only a short, thin line of blonde hair. It felt exposed and very sensitive as I slipped on a short skirt and a tight white body shirt with a sheer jacket over the top.
The tension was high when Hal and I arrived at the restaurant and found Greg and Connie waiting at our table. Connie stood up and gave me a kiss hello. It was innocent enough, but the heat from her cheek sent a shiver through me. Her short black minidress showed off her long arms and slender legs. Greg kissed me on the mouth, and I had a warm feeling in this cozy place.
Connie and I faced each other at the table. As the evening progressed and the free-flowing wine took away inhibitions, I felt open to any and all opportunities with this beautiful couple. Sure enough, during the first course, Connie’s bare foot brushed my legs. I looked up, hoping for some sign that it was intentional. I caught Greg eyeing us with a smile. Hal too seemed aware of what was happening under the table.
Connie looked right at me as she moved her foot inside my thigh toward my crotch. Although I was wearing underwear, it was thin and no doubt noticeably damp to Connie’s foot pressing against me. I looked over to Hal for his reaction and saw him carefully watching the developments. I reached under the table and felt he was hard. I knew he knew what was going on!
Connie, her foot still in my crotch, moved the conversation smoothly to a more sensual tone, all the while looking right at me. She started to relive our past experience, and I was aroused by her directness and clear memory of our very hot previous encounter. Meanwhile, her foot never left me. In fact, her toe made its way around the edge of my panties, with my fidgeting help, and then in my wet and receptive cunt.
Suddenly Connie excused herself to use the bathroom. Hal also got up and found his way to the back of the restaurant. Greg and I resumed our conversation. I learned later that Hal followed Connie into the ladies’ room and slipped his hand under her dress and up in her panties.
They soon returned without saying anything, though I could tell Hal was worked up. Connie promptly returned her foot to my crotch, and the sexually oriented conversation resumed. Hal, still without saying a word, held his hand under my lips. I smelled the unmistakable scent of another woman and went flush. I wanted this!
Greg, working in partnership with Connie, had his hand on my leg. Hal saw this and was aroused by it, and did the same to Connie. Soon the scene looked like a fully clothed orgy. After a dessert of cherries jubilee, during which I spoon-fed Connie cherries across the table, bewildering some other diners, we agreed to go to our house. Only when we were about to get up did Connie move her foot.
The drive home was thankfully short. Hal and I hardly spoke, though my hand was on his cock the entire trip. As soon as we got home, I headed for the bathroom to remove my panties so I would be ready when Greg and Connie arrived. When I came out of the bathroom, they were there, and Hal had already ushered them in the bedroom. Connie’s panties were in a ball on the floor, and Hal and Greg had their hands up her dress, caressing her ass and feeling the edges of her pussy.
When I came out, Connie moved away from them and embraced me with a long, lusty kiss and asked if I had something she could fuck me with. My husband volunteered that I had a strap-on and went to retrieve it. In a blur, Connie had the cock strapped on with help from Hal and Greg. Nearly as fast, she turned me around and bent me over the edge of my bed. She penetrated me with swift authority, far more developed than our last encounter. She knew what she was doing and what she wanted, showing some perfection in the art of making love to a woman. I was wildly aroused by her forcefulness as she fucked me from behind and took my breath away.
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p; As much as I liked her forcefulness, I still wanted her to feel my passion, and maneuvered her beneath me so I could be on top of her. As I straddled her, I slowly took the strap-on cock deep in my pussy. With bodies sliding together and apart as we all fucked one another, we grabbed each other and ground our bodies together in a passionate fucking rhythm. Connie brought my nipple to her mouth, and heat built up deep inside me. We both started to sweat. Connie was panting.
Soon I came hard and collapsed on top of her in a sweaty heap. Far from satisfying us, orgasm in fact increased the tension level. Hal and Greg had been sitting across the room, watching the proceedings with an incredulous look that Connie and I noticed only when we looked around behind us. Hal has always enjoyed watching me get fucked, but he was speechless seeing me get fucked by a woman with a strap-on.
We invited the men over to join us, and in a matter of seconds they were both naked and hard beside us. They took the strap-on off Connie and placed it on me. Hal knew that I would want to fuck Connie, and she seemed very willing. I asked her to stand and bend over for me. I inserted my dildo slowly, then shoved it in hard and deep. She began moaning, and begged me to fuck her harder.
I am hardly an expert in fucking women with strap-on cocks, so I struggled to control myself and please her. Soon she was on her back underneath me with her beautiful legs in the air, talking dirty, urging me harder and deeper in her. As I pumped and thrust the huge dildo, she took it all and leaned back and begged me for more. Grabbing her nipples, with Hal and Greg fondling and kissing her, she drew closer to orgasm.
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