His sexual prowess had turned her into a screaming, hip-hunching, ass-twisting wild woman, and her come was now coating the length of his huge cock, which continued those massive strokes in and out of her insatiable pussy. Each thrust of his hips sent her ample buttocks swinging back and forth. They made loud contact every time.
“Yes, oh yes!” my neighbor cried out suddenly as she took one of those deep-filling thrusts. “Give it to me, all of it, harder! Yes, harder! Do it to me! Fuck me, fuck my pussy, aaagghh, aaagghh, fuck me, aaagghh!” screamed my love goddess from under the muscular body of the soldier who was fucking her out of her mind. Her stream of sexual pleadings inspired him to ever harder and faster thrusts.
“Fuck me!” Her cry was almost a scream. “Yes, hard as you can, fill my pussy up, fuck me!”
I doubt that she’d ever used the word “fuck” when having sex with her husband. But I also doubt that she had ever offered herself to him in such an exposed position—her feet kicking the headboard over her bead while she almost stood on her shoulders.
“Oooh, God, yes! You’re doing it, you’re really fucking me now! It feels so good! Oh God! I’ve never felt anything like this—ooh, ooh, ooh; I’m going to come again, going to come again! Aaagghh!”
My beautiful neighbor again screamed as she bucked through another exploding orgasm.
“Oooh, God, come in me, I can’t take much more! Please, for God’s sake, finish me off, give me everything you’ve got!” she heaved in puffs as she took in deep breaths of air after her breathtaking orgasms.
The soldier pulled the length of his huge cock out until only the big head remained inside my neighbor’s well-used pussy. His muscles strained to keep the mounds of her jerking buttocks from flying out of position.
He said nothing for a moment. Then, almost more breathing heavily than speaking, he said: “This is what you really want, a big dick in your hot pussy. You want to be fucked hard. You love it, little married lady. Take this big ten inches of dick! Tonight you’re getting fucked for real!”
He plunged his full cock back into her upturned pussy, bringing forth a wail from deep within her. Then he was again thrusting, about six or seven thrusts a second. Her feet tapped in rhythm against the headboard.
“Next Saturday night,” he said, “I’ll bring two or three buddies and we’ll have a party,” he told her as he fucked her hard and furious. “You’ve got three holes that can all take nice big clicks!”
“But my husband—” my neighbor cried as her beautiful ass leaped upward out of his hands, thrusting her pussy up to take all ten inches. “What would my husband say if he could see me? Oh God, don’t stop! Ooh God, come for goodness’ sake, or … ooh, I’m going to come again! Yes, oh yes, I’m going to come again! Come with me this time. Ohh, come with me, oh yes, with me, aaagghh!”
With a thrust, the soldier buried his ten inches in her pussy. His ball sac pressed against her quivering buttocks. Looking toward the ceiling, he cried the primitive male cry of release and unloaded his store of come deep inside my neighbor. As she took the blasts from his buried hose, she shook and screamed through another orgasm. When my head cleared, I knew I’d seen this woman whose beauty held me in awe receive a fucking of the highest order.
The following Saturday the soldier did bring two buddies, and their big cocks plunged hard and deep, not only in my neighbor’s pussy but in her virgin ass. That night she also learned how to give head. Over the following year I often hid outside her bedroom window and watched her beautiful buttocks take powerful back-and forth thrusts from those well-endowed soldiers. In time they were shipped out, and new ones took their place. My neighbor returned to doing yard work while wearing her cut-off shorts.
Upon his return from his long tour of duty overseas, my neighbor’s husband never knew that his wife had fucked like a wild woman while he was away, and the last I heard, they were still living happily together.—L.P., San Diego, California
CARNAL CONFESSION
A few weeks ago I did something that I never thought I would do. Being an old-fashioned Catholic woman, I thought I would confess what I did to you instead of to the priest.
It was a Saturday evening, and my husband Harold asked me to drop him off at his buddy Kenny’s house on my way to the mall. The two of them were going to play cribbage. I planned to spend a few hours at the mall and then pick him up at ten-thirty.
When I arrived back at Kenny’s house, they had finished their card game, and Kenny invited me to take a seat and have a soft drink. My husband and I sat on the sofa, and Kenny sat across from us. We made general conversation about sports, the weather and our work. Several times I thought I caught Kenny looking at my legs under my knee-length skirt. I was wearing thigh-highs that evening, so I had to be somewhat careful not to show too much skin under my skirt. I tried to sit in a very ladylike manner, with my stockinged legs crossed; but I still felt a little bit uneasy.
It was when my husband stood up and left the room, announcing that he had to take a leak that the action began. Kenny immediately moved to sit beside me on the couch. Before I could blink, he threw an arm about my shoulders, pulled me into his chest and kissed me right on the mouth. It wasn’t just a peck on the lips, either; it was a long, wet, passionate kiss. I was caught completely by surprise. I should have thought about pushing him away, but for some reason I didn’t, even when our lips separated. I was too stunned to say anything, or at least that’s what I told myself, even when Kenny placed his hand on my knee. I watched in complete amazement as he began to move his hand up my leg under my skirt. Oh god, I thought, just wait till Harold catches Kenny with a hand under my skirt! I felt his fingers teasing the bare thigh above my stocking top, just inches from my panty-covered crotch.
I can hardly believe what happened next. I sat frozen as Harold entered the room. I looked directly into his face, watching for his reaction to the sight of his buddy’s hand under my skirt. But if I was expecting to see shock or anger, I was mistaken. Instead he walked nonchalantly across the room, cool and unconcerned, and sat down directly across from Kenny and me. Kenny now had my pleated skirt above my stocking tops, and my husband had a perfect view of my exposed legs, my panties and his friend’s fingers rubbing my pussy through my under-wear.
I realized now that they had to have planned all this. I sat stiffly, not knowing how to react. I had mixed feelings. I was amazed that Kenny was doing this to me, and yet I couldn’t deny that it was all very exciting. The fact that my husband was sitting just a few feet away, allowing his friend to feel me up, aroused me as much as Kenny’s moving fingers.
I wondered just how far the two of them were prepared to go with this. Purposely I opened my legs a few inches, then a little wider. Kenny took advantage of my action, sliding his hand between my bare thighs. My husband’s eyes were glued to that hand as Kenny finger-fucked me through my panties. It didn’t take long for my blood to start boiling.
Well, if these two wanted to play a game, I would co-operate. I grabbed Kenny’s wrist and removed his hand from my crotch. Then I stood up facing him, reached under my skirt, pulled my panties down to the floor and stepped out of them. Then I spread my legs again.
I didn’t have to tell Kenny what I wanted him to do. He reached under my skirt, his hand covering my thick bush. His fingers searched for a few seconds. Then I figured I’d make it easier for him. I hiked my skirt up around my waist, then placed one foot up on the sofa, ex-posing my pussy and pulling the lips open for him. Kenny’s head moved to my crotch and he began to eat my hot box.
I looked over at Harold, “Is this what you wanted to see?” I asked him. It obviously was; he had his cock out and was stroking it rapidly. Within two minutes I exploded.
After that it was only fair that I do for Kenny what he had done for me, and if anything that got Harold even more excited. So that’s my confession. I suspect the three of us will be spending more evenings together, and I’ll probably be confessing those to you too. Thanks for listening.�
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AN ORDINARY COUPLE
I have enjoyed reading the stories in your magazine so much that I felt compelled to write. I especially enjoy the stories about threesomes, with the husband watching.
First let me explain that my wife Roberta and I are an ordinary couple. I don’t believe any of our friends and neighbors would ever imagine us thinking of such things, much less acting out our fantasies. We both were reared in religious households, and our sexual experience was limited when we met. For ten years my devoted wife never flirted or dressed provocatively (even though I encouraged her to do so) or showed any interest in anyone but me. Our sex life has always been satisfactory, so we didn’t need anything to spice up our marriage. But sometimes things just happen.
After we had been married about ten years, we began telling each other our fantasies while making love. One night Roberta asked me what my greatest fantasy was, and I said it was to watch her with someone else. At first she thought I was crazy, but after the subject had come up several times over the next few months, she finally agreed to try it, if it was with someone we both liked. I immediately began my search for Mr. Right. When I found a suitable candidate and approached him with the idea, he jumped at the chance. What single guy wouldn’t want to tear off a free piece with an attractive housewife, especially with her husband’s permission? I made all the arrangements, and the date was finally set.
On the night Sean was to visit I suddenly became very nervous, so I told Roberta that when he got there she could take him to bed alone. If it worked out, he could come back again, and then I would watch. Well, it worked out, and he came back often over the course of the next year. Sometimes I watched, sometimes I joined in and sometimes Roberta took him to bed alone. When she did, she would tell me afterwards what they had done, while we made love. It always excited me no end to hear about it, and especially to see my lovely wife naked and enjoying herself with another man. We often discussed the matter, wondering who enjoyed it the most, her or me. What was certain was that his involvement with my wife only made our own sex life better.
It was after Sean moved away that Roberta told me her greatest fantasy. It was to be made love to by a guy who was really hung. It just happened that I knew a guy who fit that description. His name was Phil, and I had heard him brag about what a stud he was, and about how his cock was bigger than anybody’s. So if that was what Roberta wanted, surely I could ask him, and I did. Phil was most agreeable, and I made the arrangements.
On the night he visited, we both took my wife to bed. I had encouraged her to wear her sexiest nightie. It was a short, black, lacy thing with spaghetti straps and matching panties. She had never looked lovelier, and Phil and I were both turned on. She lay on the bed enjoying the attention as the two of us kissed and touched her. I watched as Phil’s hands roamed up her legs and under the hem of her short nightie. As they found the waistband of her panties and began pulling them down, she raised her hips slightly, allowing him to remove her panties and discard them on the floor. He wasted no time burying his face between her legs. While he busied himself eating her pussy, I nibbled and sucked at her breasts. I knew from experience that oral sex was something she really loved, especially when two guys did it to her at the same time. It was obvious by her moans and gasps that she was loving every minute of it, and soon she was having one orgasm after the other. The bed was already wet under her ass.
As of yet Phil had not taken his clothes off, and now he jumped out of bed and quickly undressed. He was a big guy, about six feet three and two hundred fifty pounds, and the image that came to my mind when I saw him naked was that of an elephant. An elephant complete with trunk. He had bragged about having ten inches, but he’d never mentioned it being so thick. It appeared to be at least two and a half inches across. In spite of all our preparation and planning, I figured that nothing was going to happen after all, because Roberta simply wouldn’t be able to take in such a thing.
As he crawled back into bed, I was expecting my wife to shrink away, or at least make some kind of protest that would put an end to the evening; but all that happened when she saw his pole was that her eyes went wide and her mouth opened in a little gasp. But she didn’t say anything, or move away when he lay down on top of her. He got between her legs and pressed that huge dick against her crotch. The head of it not only hid her love nest, but appeared to cover the entire area between her legs. I knew there was no way it would go into her; she was just too small. My wife had never been called petite, but with this hulk towering over her she looked like a pixie. Only her arms and legs could be seen protruding from under him. I sat and watched breathlessly as he pressed his giant cockhead firmly against her labia. When at last it began to disappear between her legs, I thought at first he was sliding it underneath her ass. But when about half of it was out of sight, I heard Roberta emit a low groaning sound. All my attention had been between her legs, but I now looked quickly at her face to see if she was suffering. I was surprised to realize that her expression was one of passion and lust. She was breathing hard, and to the extent that his big body allowed it, she was writhing with pleasure underneath him.
Phil had shown a lot of patience getting inside her, and as I watched in amazement he continued to slide deeper and deeper into her. I sat there wondering how he could possibly stuff that huge salami into Roberta’s dainty hole. Her tummy had to be stretched to the limit.
It was about then that I realized he was losing it. He had taken so much time getting into her that now he was finishing before he really got started. If Roberta was disappointed at his coming so quickly, she didn’t say anything. I hastened to fill the gap, so to speak, and after watching us for a while, Phil started getting hard again. Once more he got on top of my wife, only this time he didn’t take so long getting in, and once he was inside he took his own good time about finishing. Toward the end he wanted to take her doggie-fashion. Once she was in this position, with his bone buried in her from behind, she took my seven-incher in her mouth and sucked on it like crazy. But as his momentum picked up she spit my boner out of her mouth and began yelping at every stroke. Again I wondered if he was hurting her, but when I asked her if she wanted him to stop, she gave me a definite no. Her yelps were cries of pleasure, and the harder he pumped his meat into her, the more she seemed to like it. By the time he came inside her she was spasming and bucking in almost continuous orgasm. Her greatest fantasy had been deliciously fulfilled.—R.G., Olympia, Washington
SEX IN ROOM SEVEN
It is not unusual for my wife Betty and me to do unscheduled things at the drop of a hat. For example, two Fridays ago when Betty came home from work I met her at the door and told her to gather a few things, because we were going off to the woods for the weekend.
On the way out of town I had to stop at a truck stop to fill the gas tank. As the attendant, who was in his early twenties, cleaned our front window, I noticed that he was ogling my wife’s legs. Betty’s skirt was hiked up, showing the tops of her dark stockings. That gave me a great idea.
The young attendant and I walked together to the pay station. There was another fellow behind the cash register, but no other customers were around, so I did not beat around the bush. “Did you like what you saw there on the front seat?” I asked the attendant.
“It was very attractive,” the young man answered.
“How would you and your friend here like to have some real fun with my wife?” I asked.
There was a motel attached to the truck stop, and the man behind the register quickly informed me that he lived in room seven. He gave me the key, saying that we could go there while he got someone to fill in for the two of them. Back in the car I smiled at Betty and asked if she felt like doing something spontaneous. “Sure,” was her reply. I then brought the car around to room seven. Betty didn’t know what I had in mind, but I knew she was always up for a new adventure.
Room seven was very small, with a single bed, a large soft chair, a shower and sink.
It appeared very clean. Betty giggled as I pulled her onto the bed. Within a minute I had her white blouse open, her bra exposed and my hand under her skirt, feeling the warm bare thighs above her stocking tops.
A knock sounded at the door. I got off the bed as Betty adjusted her blouse and modestly pulled her skirt down. I opened the door to let the two men in. Betty looked very surprised as they walked in, but there was an excited gleam in her eye as the door shut behind them.
As the two men approached Betty, I made myself comfortable in the large chair. My wife sat up on the bed and the two men sat also, one on either side of her.
By the way, this wasn’t the first time I had lined Betty up with other men. At a Christmas party the year before she had spent an hour and a half with a complete stranger, but at that time I wasn’t a witness to what went on. This time I was going to watch.
Betty smiled at the register man as he slid an arm about her shoulders. Soon she was being kissed very passionately on the lips, while at the same time being eased onto her back. Her still unbuttoned blouse fell away to re-veal her black brassiere. The two men did not waste time. Still kissing her long and hard, the register man began to feel and rub her breasts through the bra. The grass wasn’t growing under the attendant’s feet either; he had his left hand under my wife’s skirt, pulling it up so that I was able to feast my eyes on Betty’s very attractive nylon-covered legs all the way up to her garters. I watched her squirm with pleasure as the attendant’s hand worked its way up between her bare thighs. My eyes were glued to that hand as it toyed with my wife’s pussy, rubbing it through her bikini panties.
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