He said, “It doesn’t have to end here. We could go on without him ever knowing.”
Gwen kissed him on the cheek and said that this had to be the last time, that she didn’t want to lose me.
All this time I was thinking that after this night, whether our marriage was to continue would be a big question. I was determined to witness how the night played out.
They kissed again, and she reached down and stroked his cock. His hands slid down her back and caressed her butt. They stood there kissing and dry-humping for a long time. Then they undressed each other. They went to the bed, and as she bent to pull the blankets down, he moved behind her and rubbed his hard-on up the crack of her ass.
She responded by moving her bottom against him and using her arms to brace herself for his thrusts. His cock pushed against the entrance to her vagina, and it was obvious that she was anxious for him to penetrate her. My heart pounded at the sight of my beloved wife taking another man in her.
They fucked slowly. He hunched over her, taking her breasts in hand and squeezing gently, in rhythm with their in-and-out fucking motion. She lowered her chest to the bed with her ass sticking up so he could penetrate deeper.
After several minutes, they uncoupled. Gwen positioned herself on her back, and Stephen mounted her. She reached between her legs, took his cock and rubbed it up and down her cunt lips. This is what she does to me to really turn me on. It hurt so much to see her do things to him I’d believed were exclusive to us.
She put her tongue in his ear as he pushed his hard-on in her. She put her hands under her hips as he slipped his entire cock in until his balls pressed the cheeks of her ass. Then she raised her butt off the bed to meet his thrusts and locked her legs around his back. When he felt her ass cheeks against his balls, he slowly rubbed his dick up along the crack of her ass before pushing it in her pussy.
She cooed in his ear, “I love it when you do that,” and started to grunt as he moved in and out of her with increasing power. His balls rubbed up along her ass as he shoved his cock into her with long, slow strokes, which really turned her on.
The grunting became louder as Gwen neared orgasm. They were obviously on the brink when Stephen’s dick slipped out. Before he could stuff it back in, it started to pulse, and his come squirted on her ass. He pushed hard to reenter her pussy, but as semen continued spurting out of his dick, all he could do was bury the head in her asshole, where he sank the rest of his load. She let out a deep moan when she began to come as he pumped his cream in her. They stayed locked in that position, kissing ferociously until their climaxes were consummated.
After a few minutes they uncoupled, and I saw drops of creamy liquid dripping out of her dilated anus. She lay there panting with her legs spread and a dreamy look on her face. He moved up and began nibbling on her breasts as she caught her bream. Soon they were cuddling and cooing in the afterglow of their wildly erotic sexual escapade.
I was overwhelmed by what I had just witnessed, and made my way home with my guts churning. I decided not to say anything about what I had seen when Gwen got home, but rather to wait and see if she would tell me about it. I figured if she confided in me, maybe there still was some chance to salvage our marriage. If not, so be it.
Almost two hours later her car pulled in the driveway. When she came in, I was on the couch watching TV.
She said, “I’ve just been through a long, hot meeting. I’m going to shower and go to bed early.” That floored me. She probably had continued to have sex with Stephen after I left, and now she was resolved to deceive me about the whole affair.
I waited two long days to give her a chance to come clean about her sexual adventure. On the second night, I confronted her, telling her I had seen her and Stephen fucking at the hotel.
At first she tried to shift the blame onto me for spying on her. But when I told her about overhearing her agreeing to meet with him on the phone and her saying she knew it was wrong but going ahead anyway, she broke into tears and begged my forgiveness.
Well, it’s been two weeks. We are now separated. Gwen wants to get back together, but I don’t know if that will ever happen.—T.M., Portland, Oregon
HIS HARDWARE STORE HAD THE HOOKS IT TOOK TO TWEAK HER VIDEO SEXTRAVAGANZA
As I have written before, because of my security-consciousness, I have installed video cameras both inside and outside our cabin in the mountains as a precaution against burglary or vandalism. I have signs prominently posted informing one and all that these cameras are in use. So in my view, if anyone—burglars, guests or cleaning people—flashes flesh in front of my cameras, they have been warned!
Roberta, our most recent cleaning woman, is an attractively plump dark-haired, dark-eyed beauty in her early thirties. She is very pleasant and upbeat. She also belongs to a strict religious sect, which I mention because of my surprise at what she does when she thinks she’s alone. Not that I condemn her for it. She is simply human.
I usually review the tapes late Friday evening, when my wife is fast asleep after the hectic journey to our mountain retreat. At first Roberta was tentative as far as snooping in our closets, drawers and such, but that soon changed. Now nothing is left unsnooped.
But I don’t really care about that. What interested me far more was the fact that Roberta would strip naked whenever she cleaned either of the cabin’s two bathrooms. Even swabbing out the toilets evidently demanded that she be bare-ass naked to perform her cleansing activities.
Not that I am complaining. No way! I thoroughly enjoyed watching this natural beauty cleaning our bathrooms in the buff. (Yes, there are cameras in the bathrooms too. I don’t do things by halves.)
But a problem soon arose. I had noticed that Roberta would simply toss her clothing on the bathroom floor. This was not a very convenient arrangement, and while cleaning she tended to trip over her own clothes. Finally it occurred to her to try to hang her jeans on a door hook. The problem was that there were no hooks.
It seems the cabin’s previous owner had been suddenly transferred to the West Coast not long after building the place and had just never finished off such little conveniences. Without them, Roberta just stopped stripping. Completely.
Well, I couldn’t have that. First chance I got, I drove to the local hardware store and spent thirty dollars on fancy brass door hooks for the bedrooms and bathrooms.
End of problem! The next cleaning session was fantastic. Roberta not only noticed all the new hooks, she hung all her clothes on them, and even moved her jeans, blouse, bra and panties from room to room, hanging them on different hooks as she went about her duties. Thick white socks were all she wore as she happily cleaned the entire place. By the end of the day she was drenched in sweat— and once I watched the tape I was so horny, I had to wake up my wife for a quick but intense fuck.
In spite of the signs, I’m not sure if Roberta is aware the cameras are there. At times I swear she actually poses for them. Other times I think she doesn’t have a clue. Either way, buying those hooks was the best investment I ever made.—P.C., St. Cloud, Minnesota
JUST LOOK WHAT PEOPLE WILL DO IN THE INTEREST OF MEDICAL RESEARCH
My wife and I have been married for fifteen years, and until last month Jeannie had never strayed, at least as far as I knew. However, I engaged in some pretty juicy fantasies about her screwing another man.
She works as an assistant to a prominent urologist and sometimes goes to medical conventions to gather information for him when he is too busy to attend himself. Before her last trip, my fantasies became so intense that I jokingly suggested to her that if a man propositioned her at one of the many hospitality suites at the convention, maybe she ought to have a one-nighter.
“Oh, I couldn’t do that!” Jeannie said. “I’m much too shy, and besides, I’m not on birth control.”
Well, when she returned three days later, the first thing she did was to fix herself and me a drink. Then she dragged me to the bedroom. After a glorious fuck, she told me her story.
> She was visiting one of the hospitality suites on the afternoon of the first day. This company manufactured penile implants, and they were showing a tape featuring their latest products on a huge TV screen. Jeannie would normally have been embarrassed by such a film, but she had been told by the doctor she worked for to gather all the information on implants she could, as he was considering branching into that area.
As the film ended and she was about to leave the suite, a man who had given her the eye all through the film approached her and told her boldly that he could give her a live demonstration of what they had just seen if she would come to his hotel room. At first she passed it off as just a come-on line, but the serious expression on his face finally convinced her that he had a story to tell.
It seems he had been injured in an auto accident and had been unable to get an erection at all, even though the nerves in his cock were still as sensitive as ever. He said the implant device had saved his marriage, and probably his life, since sex was very important to him.
Jeannie said the booze she had consumed had left her half-drunk and very horny. And maybe the film she had just watched had helped get her in the mood.
In any event, the invitation seemed excitingly wicked, an opportunity to do something she had never done. Half-jokingly, she said it was all my fault, because of the comment I’d made before she left It seemed as if I would approve of what she was about to do.
I had to admit that my cock was getting very hard right then, in anticipation of the rest of the story. Jeannie said she finally agreed to accompany the man to his room, which was just down the hall. As soon as the door clicked shut, he turned to her and unzipped his pants.
She said the cock that flopped out was larger than mine, though it was still soft. There were rows of tiny bumps running across the shaft, stopping just short of the large, flared circumcised head. As if in a trance, she reached out for it, running her fingers gently across the tiny bumps.
“They told me those were from the stitches, and will go away eventually,” he said. Then he grabbed the base of his cock and squeezed gently a few times. The shaft began to rise slowly. He asked if she would like to do it for him. She delicately squeezed the base of his cock and watched it continue to rise to full height.
“By the way,” he said, “my name is Len.”
“Mine’s Jeannie,” she quivered. She knelt and began to gently lick the tip of his cock, then slowly wrapped her lips around the head. Her pussy was dripping, and she felt the moisture running down her legs. For a while Len pumped into her mouth, but she was so hot and wet that she felt she had to have that wonderful weapon in her juicy pussy. She stood up, reached under her short skirt and removed her panties.
Bending over the arm of the couch in the room, she said, “Do me from behind!”
She was so wet, she said, that he slipped all the way in her on the first shove. They fucked like animals in heat for ten minutes. As she drew closer to a massive orgasm, she screamed so loud, she was afraid someone would call the cops.
While Jeannie was telling me this, I turned her on her knees and from behind buried myself balls-deep in her pussy. After we both came, she once again continued her story.
It turned out that Len had had a vasectomy, so she didn’t have to worry about birth control. When she found this out, they went at it again, and they did it twice more the following evening. The second time, she let him do her in the ass. He stayed hard for so long that she came twice before he shot his juice in her.
Again her story inspired me. My dick started to rise for a third time, and now my eye was on her glorious puckered anal opening. I was determined to match Len’s accomplishments, and I did manage to give her another powerful orgasm before shooting the last of my jism up in her ass.
Jeannie’s trip has since been the source of many more sexy evenings for us. In addition, she has promised me that at future conventions she will search for opportunities to gather more research material to share with me when she returns.—A.C., Tallahassee, Florida
THEY STRUCK A DEAL TO TAKE A CRUISE AND GOT EVEN MORE THAN THEY BARGAINED FOR
Robyn, my wife of two years, had been pestering me for some time about taking her on one of those cruise vacations, but I successfully put her off until one night when some friends were over playing cards and her girlfriend Jennifer was bragging about the cruise her husband took her on last year.
Robyn began complaining that I refused to take her on a cruise. I finally blurted out that I would take her on any cruise she wanted, only she had to promise not to wear any underwear the whole time.
To my surprise, Robyn agreed immediately, and we made plans to take our cruise the following summer. In the intervening time my sweet wife joined a gym, lost twenty pounds and firmed up her cute little cheerleader’s body. She looked great in anything. I couldn’t keep my hands off her.
Driving to the airport, I told Robyn I was glad she had gotten me to go. I knew from the way her hard, dark nipples were visible through her T-shirt that she didn’t have a bra on. I told her that if she wanted to wear underwear after all, it was all right with me. But she said a deal was a deal. She hadn’t brought any, and she was not going to wear any.
Then she said she had a surprise for me. She leaned back against the car door and pulled her short skirt up around her waist, putting one leg up on the seat and exposing her spread thighs and a freshly trimmed pussy. The sight was breathtaking. The curly hair on both sides of her pink slit was gone, and there was only a small patch of hair above her clit.
Robyn asked if I liked it, but I didn’t have to answer. My swelling crotch gave me away. Then she said I had better like it, because I was going to be seeing a lot of it in the next week.
On our first night at sea, I slept like a baby. When I woke up, I found a note from Robyn explaining that since I was sleeping so soundly, she didn’t want to wake me, and saying that I should meet her at the upper pool. The first thing I noticed upon arriving there was that several of the women were sunbathing topless. I ate up the sight of all those beautiful oil-covered breasts.
Robyn had saved me a deck lounge at the far end of the pool, opposite the open bar. She looked great in a tiny yellow thong, and I told her so. Looking around, she asked if I liked all the bare tits around the pool. Somewhat hesitantly, I admitted I did. With that, she undid her top and let her gorgeous breasts swing free. Immediately several male and a few female heads turned.
Robyn proceeded to squirt oily suntan lotion on her chest, working it slowly into her milky-white tits and large, taut nipples. It gave me an instant hard-on. After a while she asked if I was thirsty. I offered to go get us some drinks, but she insisted on going herself.
She made her way slowly through the crowded tangle of deck chairs. I knew that all the men who were gazing at her hot body, covered only by a tiny G-string, had to be wondering how it would be to lay her. She returned about twenty minutes later with two big drinks and a big smile. It seemed that two guys at the bar had bought the drinks for her, and had insisted on her having a shooter with them.
“They were gentlemen,” she said, “but I knew they really wanted to sink their stiff cocks up my twat” I could see that she was enjoying the effect she’d had on those guys.
At our first island stop, Robyn shopped at every store or shack in town. She had no trouble getting excellent service. The salesmen all wanted a better look at her barely covered breasts. At one shop she asked me to wait while she tried on a pair of sandals. I watched the salesman peek up her short mini while helping her lace up the sandals. When she said she’d take them, he took his time unlacing them and sliding them off her feet.
She told me later that the price he quoted her got lower and lower as he gazed up her thighs at her pussy. As she reached in her purse, her knees parted as if accidentally, and the clerk was visibly flustered as he stared up at her slit. When he stood up, I saw the large bulge in his pants.
When Robyn rejoined me, she asked if I had enjoyed her performance
and if I minded seeing another man peeking at her pussy. She reached for my crotch and grasped my semi-stiff cock firmly. “That’s what I thought,” she grinned.
The next island we stopped at featured a nude beach, and two hours after docking we were lying on the tropical sands, naked as jaybirds. I noticed that Robyn made sure to position herself in such a way as to allow every male walking by a peek at her gorgeous cunt. She said she loved watching their cocks stiffen.
Again she insisted on going to get us drinks. Putting on a mesh pullover, she made her way to the bar shack and shortly returned with two large drinks and a couple of young men, whom she introduced as Ernie and Ted. She explained that they had invited us to smoke some dynamite local weed at their rented cottage just up from the beach.
When we got to the cottage, the guys broke out some rum, which usually turns Robyn into one horny slut. We all sat on the floor around a low glass table, which allowed her to give our new friends a better view of her naked pussy. They enjoyed the view, and she enjoyed the attention.
As Ernie started rolling a fat joint, Ted suggested that maybe they should ask their other roommate, Chip, if he wanted to join us. Evidently he was sunbathing on the terrace, because Ted just slid open the glass door and asked if he wanted to come in and smoke some weed.
I was not facing the door, so the first thing I saw when Chip came in was the wide-eyed look on Robyn’s face. I turned around to see this giant of a man entering the room. He was way over six feet tall, sweaty from sunbathing and stark naked. Coming from the bright sunshine into the dim room, he was a little blinded at first and practically stepped on Robyn as he walked in.
He finally stopped within a foot or so of where she was sitting. His dick was inches from her face. She practically gasped at the size of him. Even soft, his member was huge, and as big around as my wrist. As Chip’s eyes adjusted, he noticed Robyn staring. He said that every woman who saw his cock reacted the same way, and invited her to go ahead and feel it, so she would know it was real.
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