The two men worked as a team, removing my wife’s blouse, skirt, bra and panties. In a minute she lay fully exposed, wearing only her pink garter belt and dark hose. They then stripped themselves quickly, and I could see their large stiff cocks pointing upward in tribute to my wife’s sexy charms.
Betty gave me a thrill as she reached out and grasped the attendant’s cock, squeezing him gently and slowly pumping the foreskin back and forth. The attendant took this as a signal. I watched as he mounted her. His hand disappeared between their bodies, and I knew he was putting that large stiff piece of meat into my wife’s cunt. I watched with pure pleasure as the two of them began to move in perfect rhythm now. For about five full minutes I watched my wife being fucked by this young stud, maybe thirty years her junior. A loud cry escaped his mouth as he arched his back, and I knew he was filling Betty’s slit with his warm load.
It was the other guy’s turn now, but he had a different plan. He moved up on the bed until his crotch was over my wife’s face. There was a thin string of pre-come hanging from his enormous cock. Betty’s lips parted eagerly as he moved his hips toward her, bringing that tool to her mouth. My own cock throbbed as her wet tongue came out and licked away the pre-come.
I sat back and watched as Betty’s mouth engulfed his huge cock. His wet lollipop slid rhythmically in and out of her mouth. I knew he was receiving great pleasure, as I did whenever Betty sucked me off. It didn’t take a minute for my wife to bring this guy to a hard orgasm. Shoving his hips forward, he cried out as he climaxed, filling my wife’s mouth with his come.
That was just the beginning. The four of us had a great time for the rest of the evening, and when we left, Betty and I were told that room seven would always be available to us in the future.—L.K., Saginaw, Michigan
THE TEN-YEAR ITCH
I love my husband, but after ten years of marriage I felt I needed something different in my life. A year ago I got a job at a factory and began to lose weight. After three months I had lost twenty-five pounds and had developed a very nice shape. The guys I worked with were starting to make a lot of comments about what a nice body I had, which made me feel good about myself, and also made me feel hornier than usual.
Over the years my husband and I had talked about an-other man fucking me, but I hadn’t really thought I could do it. Now I started thinking differently. I told Jerry, my husband, that there was a guy at work named Randy who I had started fantasizing about. He was only twenty-three years old and very good-looking.
Jerry told me I should go ahead and come on to him, saying he believed that this guy would jump at the chance to fuck me. I didn’t really think anything would ever happen, since I was eleven years older than Randy. Besides, he had just gotten engaged and was planning a wedding in less than a year. Even so, I thought it might be exciting to tease him a little.
The next week I started flirting with him, talking about how good-looking he was. I even told him he had a nice ass, and that I’d bet he was really good in bed.
To my surprise, after a few days of this Randy responded to my mild overtures by saying that if I was serious, I should come to his apartment that Thursday at ten o’clock. He said he didn’t think I would really show up, but he gave me his address anyway.
That night I told Jerry what Randy had said. I told him I was very nervous and didn’t think I could go through with it. Jerry told me I should enjoy the fact that an engaged twenty-three-year-old man would risk everything to have the chance to fuck me. This made me very horny, and I decided that I did want to be fucked by this young man, very badly.
I was still nervous on Thursday as I drove to Randy’s apartment, and I wasn’t sure about what might happen. When he opened the door I could tell he was pleasantly surprised. We sat and talked a little, and then he suddenly leaned over and put his hand on my breast and his tongue deep in my mouth.
At this moment I knew there was no turning back, and that for the first time in ten years I was about to be fucked by someone beside my husband. My panties were soon soaked as Randy continued to kiss me and toy with my body. He soon had my clothes off and his cock in my mouth.
His dick was larger than any I had ever had. I was enjoying every inch of it in my mouth, and yearning to have it in my pussy. He came in my mouth in a very short time, and I swallowed every drop of it. He then carried me into his bedroom, where he slid his big cock deep into me and began to fuck me.
I could tell he was very inexperienced, because he came again very fast. After a while I got dressed and left. As I drove out of the parking lot I saw his girlfriend just pulling in.
Since then Randy comes to my house about once a month, and we fuck each other. I have taught him to make it last a lot longer, and now he usually brings me to orgasm and we come together. My goal now is to fuck him after he gets married, which he will do in a few months. Jerry is happy too, as he says fucking Randy has made me hotter than ever.—J.V., Austin, Texas
THE RED AND THE BLACK
My wife and I have been married for five years now. I am twenty-six and Tara is twenty-three. She is a redhead, five feet five inches tall and about one hundred fifteen pounds. Her measurements are a stunning 37-25-35. Her tits are firm and full, with large nipples. She has a trim waist with wide, well-rounded hips that sway seductively when she walks. Tara is a perfect lady, well dressed and well mannered. She always wears a garter belt and stockings, with sheer see-through bikini panties beneath her modest skirt.
When we met, a year or so before we were married, she was a virgin. Our sex life began very satisfactorily, but after a while I felt that something was lacking. The sex was getting to be sort of routine. I hesitated to bring this up to Tara, but I finally asked her if she ever had the desire to fuck another man. She said she thought it might be fun if the right person came along, and if I was sure I wouldn’t get angry or jealous. But, she said, if she was going to fuck another man, she wanted him to be some-one very different from me.
It was some time before the right opportunity presented itself. I had formed a friendship with Brad, a young, well-dressed black man who was a travel agent for a large airline company. He had mentioned that his wife had been having a very difficult pregnancy, and it had been some weeks since he’d had any pussy. In addition, he traveled a lot and often spent time away from his home, which was in another city. I invited him to spend an evening out with Tara and me when he was going to be in town, and he happily accepted the invitation.
When the time came the three of us we went out and had a very nice dinner, complete with vintage wine. Then we returned home and had some nice conversation and some more wine, I finally announced that I was going to retire for the evening, and left Tara and Brad in friendly conversation on the couch. But instead of going to bed, I secretly watched them from the partly-closed door of our bedroom.
Tara was wearing a white blouse and a short white skirt. The skirt was hiked up, and I could see the dark bands at the top of her stockings. Brad kept glancing at Tara’s lovely legs, and I just knew he was going to try to make it with her. I wondered if she would really go all the way.
I remained absolutely silent as I watched. Brad’s left hand was resting on the back of the couch. As Tara settled back his hand caught her shoulder, turning her to face him. She gasped in surprise when he kissed her and cupped her tit. She moved his hand away, but not very convincingly, and in a few seconds it was back again. Soon both his hands were working her tits. He unbuttoned her blouse then, and reached inside her bra. Her skirt hiked up even higher as she squirmed under his hands. I was fascinated by the idea of a black man making out with my wife. This was better than any X-rated movie I had ever seen.
Brad slipped the straps of Tara’s bra from her shoulders and lifted her tits from their cups. I could see that her big nipples were fully erect. He stuck one of her nipples in his mouth. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted as he started sucking. She let out a low moan, holding his face to her tit while he sucked her hard. He moved up and ki
ssed her mouth, and this time she responded with a probing tongue. His hand moved over her knees and up along her thighs. Her legs parted as he reached higher, and soon his fingers were caressing her cunt through her panties. Her skirt was now bunched up about her waist.
My wife threw her arms around Brad’s neck and kissed him wildly. I watched, stroking my hard cock. He eased Tara’s panties to one side, his fingers stroking her cunt, then sliding up into her. She ground her hips against his hand as he fingered her. Her moans grew louder. He whispered something to her. She reached down and unzipped his zipper and pulled out his cock.
My wife now sat up and looked down at the hard black cock that she held in her band. It looked to be about twice as big as mine, and was so thick that she had trouble closing her hand around it. “Give it to me!” Tara cried out. “Put it in me!” They began kissing again, their tongues playing in each other’s mouth. Tara raised her hips and he tugged her panties off. She began sucking his cock. Her head was bobbing up and down as that huge tool slid in and out of her mouth.
I was slowly jacking off as I watched my wife give this man a blowjob. Brad was moaning. “Oh yes, baby, suck my big black cock, suck it baby. Oh yes, you suck so well!”
Tara pulled her mouth off him. “Put it in my pussy, baby,” she gasped out. Brad moved his mouth down to her pussy. His tongue lapped at her swollen clit, then began probing the inside of her cunt. “Oh yes, I’m coming!” she groaned. “Oh, it feels so good!” Her hips spasmed and she lay back, looking completely spent.
But Brad wasn’t through. He started kissing her and finger-fucking her, and in a few seconds she was again begging him to put his big black cock in her wet pussy. He mounted her, and his dick slipped in easily. He gave it to her with long hard strokes, while Tara ground her pussy hard against his groin. “Like it, baby?” he whispered.
“Oh yes, god yes, it’s the best I’ve ever had!” Tara moaned. “Your cock feels so wonderful. Fuck me. Come inside me. I want to feel you come. Oh yes, that’s it, oh so good!”
Soon they both came in a shuddering climax. Brad didn’t pull out right away; he kept it inside her as he kissed her again and played with her body until both of them were ready again. They fucked three more times before they were satisfied. Tara’s cunt was overflowing with come. I could see it running down the crack of her ass.
Finally they took a shower together, and then Brad got dressed. He asked her if he could fuck her again sometime, and she told him again that he was the best she’d ever had. After Brad left I pretended to be asleep, but Tara knew better. She asked if I’d enjoyed watching them, and I said, “Hell, yes!” Then we fucked like crazy.
Brad comes over now whenever he’s in town, and fucks my wife while I watch. Sometimes I join in. It’s amazing how much our sex life has improved.—B.E., Wheeling, West Virginia
VELMA IN THE VAN
My wife Velma and I spend a lot of time with a close friend of ours named Les, especially in the summer. We often go swimming on hot days, or spend a couple of hours driving in the country, just feeling the breeze and drinking cold beer.
One day, Velma and I had to do some shopping. Les decided to join us, and we set off in our van. Velma had on a short-cropped blouse. She started complaining about the heat, so I reached over and undid a couple of her blouse buttons. Les thought that looked like fun, so he asked if he could undo one too. I almost drove off the road watching Les undo that button. Velma’s top was now half-open, and her movements provided us with a nice view of her breasts. She also wore baggy shorts that showed off her thighs.
Velma was evidently feeling really good and sexy that day, and she didn’t seem to mind what she was showing. We had a hard time concentrating on the shopping, be-cause both Les and I were looking more at her breasts than at the items on the shelves. Velma and the cold beer were obviously getting to us.
Back in the van, Les suggested that he drive so Velma and I could fool around if we wanted to. He said he’d take the long way home. Velma didn’t need to be convinced. We got into the rear of the van and sat down on the bench there, and we were already kissing as Les pulled away. After a while I opened her blouse and began rubbing her exposed breasts. I saw Les sneaking an occasional glance at us in the rearview mirror. I slipped Velma’s top off and started undoing her shorts. As I slipped my hand down to her pussy, she moaned.
One of the things I like about Velma is how wet she gets when she gets excited, and she was already sopping. I slipped her shorts and panties off, then slid off the bench to strip myself. Man, she was looking good, lying naked on the bench as we drove down the road. She keeps her pussy hair trimmed short, which exposes her pussy lips, and I could see her wetness glistening in the bright sun.
When Les glanced back at us, Velma just smiled at him, and he let out a long sigh. I got back on the bench with her and we started feeling and kissing and sucking and probing each other as the van drove along. It was great. Our van has dark glass in the windows, so the people we passed had no idea of what was going on.
Finally I slid into her and we began to move together. She slid her hand down to her pussy and rubbed her clit and my dick, soon bringing us both to climax. I had noticed the van slowing down, and now it stopped. Les had turned onto an isolated road and parked, and was now watching us openly.
Velma did nothing to hide her nudity as we separated and sat on the bench. We all had to piss, so we climbed out, Velma and I still naked, then relieved ourselves and climbed back in. I suggested that I drive for a while, and both Velma and Les agreed quickly. You should have seen the look of excitement on Les’s face. “Where should I sit?” he asked hopefully.
Velma smiled at him and said, “Right here, baby,” as she patted the seat next to her.
Les looked at me and said, “Do you mind?”
“Not at all,” I said.
Velma and I had talked about this possibly happening one day. We know that our love belongs to each other so completely that we don’t mind sharing other things with other people, including our bodies.
I slipped my clothes back on as Velma and Les started kissing. He rubbed her breasts, then slipped his hand down to her pussy, sliding a couple of fingers in and out as he rubbed her clit.
Now it was my turn to watch, and I really enjoyed seeing another man and Velma so sexually involved. As I started up the van, I positioned the rearview mirror so that I had a complete view of them. Les was now naked. He slid off the bench and got between Velma’s legs. As she spread them apart, he buried his face in her pussy and started licking away. I had a great view of it all. Soon Velma was moaning and squirming. After about a twenty minutes of this, Les stopped and they lay down on the bench. He slipped into her, both of them driving to meet each other. I watched as they moved faster and faster, until they both exploded.
Les thought he had just had the best experience of his life, but it wasn’t over yet. Velma got down and started licking his cock clean. Then she took it in her mouth and sucked on it until Les was moaning and getting hard again. Velma winked at me in the mirror, and went on sucking Les until he shot down her throat.
After they dressed. Velma joined me on the front seat, her blouse still unbuttoned, and asked for a beer. We drove home, having had one of the best days any of us could remember.—T.E., Augusta, Maine
SMALL BUT SEXY
My wife Jenny is one of the straightest, most conservative women I know. She is also very pretty, though quite skinny, and has long gorgeous legs. A few weeks ago she treated me to the most erotic experience of my life so far.
Jenny is a teacher at a local college, and one night at dinner she started bragging about a student of hers named Ray. Our friends Harry and Cheryl were dining with us, and Cheryl shocked us by saying that all most college guys wanted was to fuck the girls with the biggest tits, and that had pissed her off when she was in school, because she only had little ones. Jenny objected to this, saying that breast size didn’t matter to the more mature students, like Ray.
“Come on Jenny,” I interrupted, “You’re just saying that because you got little tits too. Guys like big ones.”
Jenny glared at me. “You bastard! Thanks a lot!” she snapped. Jenny’s lack of breasts has always been an embarrassment to her, because not only are they incredibly tiny, they are also completely empty, and kind of dangle loosely on her flat chest. They look pretty bad, but I still enjoy them. “Anyway,” she carried on, “If Ray got the chance I know he’d fuck me. I mean, I’m his teacher!”
Harry and I laughed, and Jenny got boiling mad. The argument ended only after Jenny accepted a crazy challenge that Cheryl proposed. Jenny was to get Ray alone and give him the opportunity to make a pass. If he did, she would submit to him. Harry was obviously titillated, and I was turned on by the thought of watching Ray make a move on Jenny.
The next Saturday Jenny invited Ray to our house on the pretense of talking about a school program. Cheryl had set up a sunlamp in our living room. She suggested that Jenny wear a very revealing bikini she had brought along, and that she tell Ray that she was tanning. Harry, Cheryl and I would hide behind a screen on the balcony, where we could watch without being seen. I was really getting into this!
Jenny was obviously hesitant about wearing such a revealing top—probably because she couldn’t disguise her little tits—but she shrugged her shoulders and went in the bedroom to change. Cheryl quickly placed a tube of tanning lotion and a vibrator beside the sunlamp. Jenny returned wearing the bikini, and she looked great! The bottom was very brief, making her tight butt hang out, and really narrow in front, exposing her blonde bush on both sides. The top, though, was too big for Jenny’s tiny tits, and made it quite obvious that she had nothing to fill the void, “Come on, I can’t wear this!” she whined. “It looks pathetic!” But just then the doorbell rang, and she shrugged again and went to answer it while the rest of us hid.
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