Now I ask all my customers if they would like to fuck me in front of my husband. Lots of them say yes.—Name and address withheld
HIS WIFE LOVES TO GO OUT COUNTRY DANCING, PICK UP COWBOYS AND RIDE BAREBACK
My wife Nancy had a date last night. I guess I should clarify that somewhat, because what she had was not actually a date; it was more of a rendezvous. She met a man at a motel. She met him there for one purpose, and that purpose was to have sex. I know this because she told me where she was going and what she was going to do before she left. Not only that–after she returned home, she told me all about what she had done.
I listened intently as my wife described her evening with this man, whom she’d met only two weeks earlier at a country western bar. She said he’d made love to her three times in a period of about three hours in that motel room. Now this was not the first time she’d had sex with this man, whose name was Andrew. She’d actually done it with him once before, in her car in the parking lot of that same country and western bar.
Nancy had gone out dancing at the bar the night they first met there, and sparks had flown between them from the beginning. Nancy told me she would happily have gone all the way with him that very first night, except that as luck would have it, her period had started that very afternoon. My wife is persistent, though, and she had gone back to that same place a week later and met him there again. Her period was well over by that time, and it was then that they wound up having sex in her car in a darkened corner of the parking lot.
I heard all the details of that night also, because Nancy filled me in on every raunchy moment when she got home. She even had me slide my finger into her wet, juicy hole, slick and spicy with Andrew’s come, as she described her parking lot tryst while jacking me off. I really got off on the smell and feel of her lover’s sperm in her pussy.
It turned out that Andrew was a construction worker, and was only going to be in town for another week or so, as the project he had been working on was winding up. Nancy was in a fever to see him again before he left. She had already revealed to me that Andrew’s prick was much bigger than mine, and that he really knew how to use it to please a woman. But when she got it on with him the second time, she discovered that he had amazing recuperative powers as well. In a period of two and a half hours he had fucked her three times in that motel room bed.
Nancy told me that not only could Andrew get hard again and again, giving her repeated orgasms, but he also seemed to have an endless supply of come. The third time he fucked her his load seemed every bit as large as his first one. By the time he’d finished shooting three huge loads of come up her cunt, he’d deposited so much of it up inside her that when it flowed back out, it had coated her inner thighs and her butt. When Nancy got home, she told me to take a look at the crotch of her skin-tight blue jeans before she undressed. The crotch and seat of her jeans were actually soaked all the way through with the milky-white male juice that had oozed out of her cunt I was mesmerized by the sight.
Nancy took one of my fingers and rubbed it seductively across the crotch of her jeans, then passed the finger under my nose for me to smell. She smiled as she saw me react to the distinct, pungent odor of male semen. She checked out the effect it had had down below, too. Pleased with the results, Nancy peeled down my pajama bottoms, went down on my stiffening prick and eagerly sucked me off. I couldn’t last long, and my beloved wife was soon happily swallowing my load. She lovingly licked my softening prick clean. Then she undressed and crawled in bed beside me, and we snuggled up and fell asleep.
The night that Nancy had first fucked Andrew marked the opening page in a new chapter of our lives. You see, that was the first time Nancy had gone out seeking sex with another man, with my full knowledge and permission. I had told her straight out that if she met a guy who made her crotch tingle, and she wanted to give him a warm slice of pie, she should do just that In return, Nancy agreed to relate every detail of what she did, where and with whom. She promised that she would never conceal any sexual encounter she had with anyone, wherever and whoever it was.
Nancy is twenty-eight and I am thirty. We have been married for five years and have three wonderful young children. We’re every bit as much in love today as we were when we first married, and the fact that she’s discovered the joys of adultery has only brought us even closer.
I met Nancy a few months after I was transferred to this town by my employer. We started going together almost instantly. Nancy admitted to me on our first date that she was no virgin, having been with four different men before she met me. She and I had sex on that first date, and sex became a part of virtually every date we had from then on. Nancy was so incredibly hot in bed that I could understand why she had to have it as often as she could. She still went out with a couple of other guys in the early days, but we both knew from the beginning that our relationship was destined for the long haul, and things were soon very serious between us. Then Nancy informed me that she was pregnant.
Now, I had been aware that Nancy still went out with some of her old boyfriends about once a week or so, but when she told me about her condition she also assured me that she knew the baby was mine. Two weeks later we were married, and the following March we became parents.
One of Nancy’s favorite pastimes is dancing. In particular, she likes western-style line dancing. I never really got the hang of it so when we went out to one of her favorite honky-tonks, I usually sipped beer while she cavorted out on the dance floor with other men. I was used to seeing her in her skin-tight blue jeans dancing with cowboy types as country music blared from a jukebox; so it isn’t too surprising that after we were married I agreed that Nancy could go out on her own a couple of times a week to do two of her favorite things: listen to country music and dance.
After our daughter was born, she cut back to about once a week, and when our son was born a year and a half later she stopped for a while. But eventually she resumed her weekly nights out.
That’s been our system ever since, and we’re both happy with it. Still, we supposedly had a monogamous relationship, until recently.
Nancy and I credit your wonderful magazine for showing us that we could open our marriage, and for bringing us closer together than we’d ever imagined possible. One night last May I walked into the living room and saw Nancy reading the June issue of Penthouse Letters, which I had just picked up that afternoon. The two of us had been reading the magazine together for some time, and always enjoyed it, but I had never seen her quite as excited by it as she was that night. When I came in, Nancy had her right hand down the front of her sweat pants and was vigorously masturbating herself. She was holding the magazine in her other hand, and was slumped back against the sofa cushions with a glazed look in her eyes. Her breathing was rapid and shallow, and as I hurried over to her, her body shuddered and she let out an audible gasp as she climaxed convulsively.
Nancy was so engrossed in the letter she was reading, and in her sexual transport, that she hadn’t even heard me walk in. I settled on the sofa next to her and looked over her shoulder. The letter she was reading was from a man who vividly described his wife’s sexual liaisons with other men. I recognized the letter, having read it earlier, when she was putting the kids to bed.
As Nancy regained her senses, she smiled up at me, her face flushed, partly from her excitement and partly from the embarrassment of having been caught masturbating. Wanting to put her at ease, I smiled back and said, “So it turned you on too, did it? That letter really got me worked up. I wound up jacking off when I read it earlier.”
Nancy nodded. “You too, huh? I know you enjoy letters about married women having extramarital sex, and so do I, obviously.” She hesitated, then took a deep breath and blurted out, “Maybe I should start doing those things. How would you like that? How would you like it if that was your wife screwing other men?”
I couldn’t believe what she was saying. I had been thinking about bringing up the same subject for about a year— ever since a ce
rtain event that we had never talked about. Nancy’s bringing it up first gave me a perfect opening. “Well,” I said, “I’d probably get even more turned on by your doing it than I do by reading about it happening to somebody else. Let’s try an experiment,” I went on. “Maybe you should tell me a story, a story about you. Better yet—you could fill in the missing details of something I saw last year.”
I then proceeded to tell Nancy about what I had seen that particular evening. It had started when my boss had called me into his office earlier that day. He had four tickets to a baseball game that night. He and another person from our office had planned to take two of our clients to dinner and a ball game, but the other guy had a family emergency and couldn’t go. When my boss asked me if I’d take his place, I jumped at the chance. I called Nancy and explained what I’d be doing, and she told me to go ahead and have a good time.
“Besides,” she added, “I won’t be home tonight anyway. I’ve got an itch to go dancing, so I’ll just call a sitter. You’ll probably get home before I do, so don’t wait up.”
I went to dinner and the ball game with the boss. The game was over about ten. On the way home I thought I’d go by the bar where Nancy usually went to dance. If she was still there I wanted to surprise her by joining her for a drink.
Sure enough, when I pulled into the parking lot I saw Nancy’s car parked right near the door. I began looking for a place to park, and finally found a vacant space a little way down the line. Before I got out, though, I saw something in my rearview mirror that surprised me.
There was my wife coming out of the door of the bar. With her was a man who looked to be in his late twenties. Like Nancy, he was wearing blue jeans. I could see he was one of those types that my wife was so crazy about, the kind she always used to dance with back when we were still dating and I was hitting the bars along with her. I thought he was walking her out to her car, but they walked right past it and headed on over to a full-size van in the back corner of the lot.
The guy unlocked the big door on the side of the van, then opened it and the two of them climbed in. I wondered why they were getting into the back. Also, I couldn’t help noticing that the guy’s hand had been planted firmly on my wife’s shapely round butt as she got into the van. I thought he had even caressed it a little, though I could have imagined that.
When they were inside, the guy shut the door after them. I waited for a while, wondering what my best move was, but then my curiosity got the better of me. I got out of the car and walked toward the van.
The vehicle had tinted windows, so I couldn’t see a thing inside, though I was beginning to imagine plenty. Some kind of music system was blaring out a country song from the depths of the van, so I couldn’t hear anything either.
I stood there for a few minutes, unsure of just what I should do, until I noticed something even more amazing. The van began slowly and gently rocking from side to side. The springs wheezed and complained. I couldn’t see them or hear them, but I was ready to bet a million dollars that the guy was fucking my wife in that van. I was surprised and shocked, and jealous too; but the most incredible thing of all was the fact that I had never been so sexually aroused in my life. I began rubbing my hard-on through my trousers, and wound up coming in my pants.
After I’d come I walked back to my car, got in and drove on home. I had never told Nancy about what I had seen, and how excited it had made me; but now that she had brought up the subject of adultery, I told her everything, including the part about my jerking off. The only thing I left out was my curiosity about whether she’d used some kind of protection with her cowboy friend.
When I finished, I smiled at her and asked, “Well, Nancy, do you have some story to tell me? I’d like to hear about what happened that night. I’d really like to hear you tell me about it.”
Nancy was cool. She smiled at me and asked, “Are you sure? Do you really want to know what went on that night? If so, I’ll tell you. But I want to warn you first, because I’m not sure you want to hear everything I have to say.”
I assured her that I did want to hear it, and I told her there would be no recriminations of any kind, no matter what she told me. She then proceeded to give me her version of that exciting night.
She had had a couple of drinks at the club, and had danced with a few different guys. One guy really attracted her, and when they did a slow dance, the feel of his massive hard-on pushing against her abdomen through their jeans had gotten her hot, horny and wet. The guy’s name was Paul, and he had told her how pretty she was, and how sexy she looked in her tight jeans. In fact, he said they were so incredibly tight that they looked almost painted onto her shapely thighs and sexy round butt. “How do you get into those damn things, anyway?” he asked her.
Nancy smiled up at him sexily and replied, “Well, if you’re asking me how to get into my pants, I’d suggest that you start with a kiss.”
Paul chuckled at her response, then lifted her chin and planted his mouth on hers for a long, wet kiss—a kiss she returned with open mouth and probing tongue. As they kissed, she felt his hand massaging her tummy, then the front of her jeans and finally her crotch. When the kiss ended, she whispered huskily, “Looks like you’re found the key. Want to go outside, cowboy? My car is parked right out front. Or do you have some better place we can go?”
Paul responded that he had his van out in the lot. He told her it was customized, with a good sound system, lots of tapes and a sleeping area in the back.
“Hmm,” Nancy purred. “A bedroom on wheels. I like a man who’s prepared. So let’s go out there and you can show it to me.”
That was when they headed out to his van, as I had seen. Yes, Nancy told me, he did fuck her. She said he was very well hung, and had got her off repeatedly with his big dick, fucking her until they were both tired.
“How well hung was he?” I asked.
Nancy replied, “Well, I won’t say his was the biggest dick I’ve ever felt inside me, but I’d rate him right up there with the best of them. You know, it’s been a couple of years since I’ve had a really big dick. The first time he did it quick and hard,” she went on, “like he hadn’t had a woman in a long time. He didn’t even get soft after that, because he’d gotten off so quick. We immediately did it again. He made me come both times when he shot his come inside me. They were some of the most intense orgasms of my life. Then we rested for a little while, and he started in again. I don’t know how many times I came before we were finished.”
Listening to Nancy’s story excited me tremendously, and also made me think. What she’d said about it being a couple of years since she’d had a really large prick seemed to indicate that there had been other times she’d been unfaithful since our marriage. Also, I kept thinking about him shooting his come into her twice. So my wife had let her cowboy stud ride her bareback, not using birth control of any kind.
“So,” I said, trying to sound casual, “I guess that means there have been other men you’ve had sex with since we’ve been married?”
Nancy hesitated before answering. Then she nodded and replied softly, “Yes, a few. Not many, but there have been a few. They were guys I met out dancing, that’s all. But yes, I have cheated on you before. I hope you’re not mad, but now you know, and I’m relieved to have it out at last.”
I assured her that I was not angry at her, and could handle what she had told me. Then I voiced my other question. “You told me that you let this guy Paul come inside you. What about the others? Did you let them shoot their come into you too?” For some reason my cock was hard while I asked her this, and I wasn’t sure what answer I wanted to hear.
Nancy replied, “Well, sometimes, you know? Well, actually, quite a lot. I guess I might as well tell you everything. I guess I mostly just trusted luck. Like with Paul in the van. I knew damn well I could get pregnant, but that didn’t stop me. I wanted him to fuck me, and I wanted him to come in me, and I knew I was going to let him do it, no matter what the odds were.”
/> My heart was beating rapidly. I could see that Nancy was worried about my reaction to this further confession, and I again hastened to assure her that I was not upset. I even showed her proof—the wet, sticky spot soaking through the crotch of my pants. Hearing my wife confess her adultery, and admit that she’d repeatedly risked getting pregnant by taking other men’s sperm inside her, had for some strange reason been erotically thrilling for me. I had been so excited that I’d been rubbing myself surreptitiously, and had come in my pants.
After that night we agreed that Nancy could continue sleeping with other men, as long as she told me about it, and shared all the sexy details. We didn’t make any rules about birth control. Since the idea of having men shoot their sperm inside her seemed to be a big part of the thrill for both of us, we tacitly decided that we would go on trusting luck. If Nancy was willing to risk having another baby, so was I—even if it wasn’t mine.
I have one more thing to say to any guys who might read this letter. If you happen to be a cowboy type who wears blue jeans and cowboy boots, is into country music and likes to dance, keep your eye out for a shapely, pretty brunette who shows up occasionally at country and western bars. She’s in her late twenties, and she’ll be wearing blue jeans so tight you’ll wonder how she ever got them up over her shapely, sexy butt. Don’t let that gold wedding band on her left hand scare you off. Approach her, dance with her, and you just might get lucky. If she is my lovely Nancy, and you’re her type, I guarantee that you’ll score.
Also, partner, don’t worry too much about rubbers. She’s one cowgirl who likes to ride bareback, and I’m sure she’ll take you just that way. Also, don’t worry about having her show up at your doorstep sometime later with a swollen tummy, or carrying a little bundle of joy to present to you. She’s got me, her happy cuckold hubby, and I’ll always be there for her if she produces a new little buckaroo. So ride ’em cowboy!—R.L., Natchez, Mississippi
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