I took her hand to reassure her. We sat there for perhaps 30 seconds, when she shifted in her seat and opened her legs. At the same time she moved the hand in her lap slightly, causing her dress to ride up and giving our friend at the bar a nice view of her legs up to her panty-covered pussy. We spent the next ten minutes finding different positions to afford the guy beaver shots.
Before we left the bar, I said to Daisy, “That was beautiful, baby, but I want you to do one more thing. Go to the ladies’ room and take off your panties, then come back and sit down.” I was pushing her, I knew, but if she did it, it would indicate I was on the right track.
She said, “God, Chuck, I couldn’t. That guy could see, well, everything.”
But I could tell the idea excited her. I said, “That’s what I want, for him to see not just your beautiful legs but your sweet pussy. Give your husband this thrill before he takes you back to the hotel and fucks your brains out.”
A few seconds later, as she got up, she said, “God, baby, I can’t believe I’m doing this. But it’s so exciting, I can hardly stand it.”
A few minutes later she came back and sat down, flushed. I could tell she was excited. She sat with her legs tightly together.
I said to her, “Baby, give me your panties.”
She looked at me, then slowly dug in her little purse and handed me the panties. As she looked on, I put them slowly to my nose. I inhaled her scent, then said to her, “Now you know what I want, Daisy. Turn so you’re facing our friend, and casually let him see up your dress. Let him see everything, all the way to your pussy.”
It took a while for her to get into position and to get up the courage to open her legs far enough, making it all look innocent and accidental, but before long I saw by his reaction that he was looking at my wife’s most feminine spot.
I paid the bill, and we left. By the time we got back to the room, we were ready to rip each other’s clothes off. That night we fucked like newlyweds. At one point I opened the large drapes and, with all the lights on, put Daisy over a large chair and fucked her doggie-style in view of the entire city.
We both entered into a new kind of relationship. Our love only deepened, but my role as the dominant partner was settled. Not long after that night, I made a demand I once never thought possible. In bed that night I wanted to fulfill a desire I had long harbored. I got out of bed, turned off the TV, and dropped my briefs. Sporting a full hard-on, I walked around the bed and up to Daisy, who was looking at me, and said, “Suck my cock, baby. Suck it until I’m ready to come.”
Knowing something different was coming, she smiled and did as I asked. When she had me almost ready to blow, I said, “Now get on your hands and knees with your feet just off the bed, and spread your legs wide.” She quickly got in position. I knelt on the floor behind her with my face in line with her ass and pussy. Slowly, I pulled off her panties and admired her in that position for a few moments.
Between her legs I could see her tits hanging down. Reaching through, I pinched her nipples, which became hard almost immediately. Knowing she couldn’t see what I was doing, I stuck out my tongue and gently licked her pussy lips. She jumped but soon was enjoying a good pussy massage with my tongue. When she was breathing hard and nearing climax, I stopped.
She said, “God, baby, I’m almost there. Don’t stop.”
I slapped her ass cheek, not real hard, just enough to make her moan. After a few more slaps, I started licking her pussy again. Almost at once she was talking and coming at the same time: “Oh, Chuck, oh, baby, don’t stop. I’m there, baby. I’m coming, oh, God, now.”
When she was done, she sort of slumped, still on her hands and knees. I moved in and licked her pussy. She sighed. I moved my tongue, touching it at the tiny opening of her asshole. I’d never done this before.
When she felt my tongue there, she jumped and said, “No, Chuck, you shouldn’t.”
But before she could say anything else, I was licking her ass, and even sticking my tongue in her butt as far as it would go. In a short time she was moaning and saying how incredible it felt. I stood up and reached for some good lubricant I’d set on the nightstand. I coated my cock, then coated my index finger and placed it against her butthole.
At first I think she thought it was my tongue. When she realized what it was, she looked back at me as if to say, “What are you doing?” I said, “Relax, and let me make you feel good.” I went slow, using only one finger, at first not going all the way in, then going in farther and farther. When I felt no resistance, I added a finger.
Daisy said, “It’s too much, baby, I can’t take it.” But she didn’t pull away, and soon I was able to move two fingers in and out with ease. Then I moved up. She felt my legs on her ass and knew what was coming. She started to say something, but I said, “All you have to do is relax, baby. I’ll go slow, and soon you’ll be enjoying it, too.” I placed the head of my cock at her opening. With a little pressure, the head went in.
When Daisy let out a low moan, I stopped to let her adjust. When I felt her relax again, I eased in another inch or two, and again waited. I pushed in more, so she had over half my cock in her ass, then started a slow inand-out motion, pushing in more each time until I was all the way in. Again I stopped.
I said, “Are you all right, baby? You have it all now, my entire cock in your ass.”
Daisy was breathing hard but said nothing. Again I started a slow fucking motion and then built up to a nice pace. As I was fighting not to come too quickly, she said, “Oh, God, Chuck, I feel so full. You’re all the way in.”
“Yes, baby,” I said, “and I can’t tell you how wonderful it feels. Your little ass is milking the come right out of me. I can’t hold out much more.”
She cooed, “Fill me up, baby. Fill my ass with your come, please.” Which was all I could take. I shot my load in her ass, then collapsed on top of her. We lay there on the bed fighting for air. I never experienced anything nearly this intense. I took her in my arms and we fell asleep, my come dripping out of her lovely ass.
I still have things I want to do with Daisy. I’ve thought a lot about what it would be like to watch her get fucked by a really well-hung guy. I have no idea if she’ll agree. We’ll have to wait and see.
—C.R., Fort Wayne, Indiana
Their Longtime Babysitter Was Now All Grown Up—And How!
Sharon has been our regular babysitter for four years now, ever since she was 14. Over that time I’ve watched her grow from a young girl to a sexy, voluptuous woman. She is now 18 and pleasingly plump, with curly blond hair, a nice round bubble butt, and small but very shapely tits.
Opportunity came my way when she sat for us one night a few weeks ago. Her car was in the shop, so at the end of the evening it fell on me to take her home, while my wife stayed with the kids.
Nothing happened along the way but when we got to her place she asked me to escort her inside to make sure the place was safe, as her parents had gone away for the weekend. When we got inside, she told me she would be right back, and stepped out of the room.
Imagine my astonishment when she returned a few minutes later, wearing nothing but a pair of white thigh-high stockings and high heels. I stared at her, absorbed in the sight of her blond peach-fuzz-covered pussy, her shapely ass, and her small, round, stiff-nippled tits.
My cock was instantly hard. She started to say something, but I stopped her, stepping toward her and putting my hands on her perfect tits. We kissed passionately, and then she was helping me out of my clothes. We fell to the floor together, and I spread her thighs, fingering her soft pubic fuzz as I got into position to enter her.
She held her breath as I pushed the tip of my cock inside her, and her tight little pussy gripped me like a vise. I hadn’t had a tight pussy like that since I took my virgin bride on our wedding night.
Sharon writhed under me and begged me not to hurt her, since it was her first time. I promised her I would be as gentle as I could. I pushed slowly into her until I f
elt my cockhead contact her hymen. I pushed at it, trying to go easy, until it gave way. Sharon cried out just once, but she didn’t pull away. I asked her if she was okay, and she nodded, breathing heavily.
I waited till she got accustomed to the invasion before I continued. I kissed her and massaged her breasts, and when she began to moan with pleasure I proceeded to fuck her. She dug her fingers into my back and ran her hands down to my ass as I slid in and out. I was amazed at how her tight little cunt grew even tighter around my cock as I drilled her. Soon she was moving her hips up and down in rhythm with my thrusts and crying out in pleasure. The more we did it, the louder she got, until she was actually screaming and calling out for me to do it harder.
I held out as long as I could, until I felt her come, causing her already wet pussy to get still wetter and contract spasmodically around my shaft. I lost it then, and shot a huge load of my sperm deep inside her receptive womb.
I collapsed on top of her then, but after a minute I got off her and sat leaning against the couch, admiring the sight of her now red and swollen pussy leaking my come onto the carpet. It got me hard all over again, and Sharon didn’t object when I reached for her and put her on her hands and knees.
This time I took her doggie-style, and I didn’t hold back. I fucked her like she was a mature woman, and she took it all, including my second load deep in her hole. After that I got dressed and hurried home before my wife got suspicious.
Since that night Sharon and I have fucked several times, mostly in my car, but once at our house when my wife was sleeping upstairs. Just last night, when I took her home, she had me pull over and take her anal cherry. I loved fucking that round bubble butt as she practically broke my eardrums with her screams of passion. I had to clean her juices off the car seat before going home.
I can’t wait to see what’s next.
—C.L., Altoona, Pennsylvania
He Had Some Doubts About Sharing His Wife, but She Wanted It So Much
The amazing thing I learned as a husband is how people change over time in unexpected ways, or maybe just reveal a hidden side of themselves that even they didn’t know was there.
When I married Kelly, I thought I knew all I cared to know about her past before we met. It was enough for me to know that she was steady and solid as a rock. As my wife, she has not been a disappointment. For six years we shared a monogamous relationship that produced two adorable children, a boy and a girl, and our sex life was all that a man could ask for.
Shortly after celebrating our sixth wedding anniversary, we became friends with a slightly older married couple, Kip and Erin. They had just moved into a house down the street from us, and as they seemed very nice and compatible, we started doing things with them socially.
On Labor Day they had us over to their home for a backyard barbecue. We played badminton before pigging out on juicy steaks and cold beer. We all had a good time, but little did Kelly and I know that we were being discreetly sized up for social activity of a different variety.
Kip broke the ice when he got me alone as the celebration was winding down. He seemed a bit nervous, not sure about how to say what was on his mind. Then out of the blue, he blurted it out.
“Your wife, Kelly, is a babe,” was what he said. “I would really love to screw her.”
I laughed, waiting for the punch line.
“Do the two of you ever talk about branching out?” he asked.
“What do you mean?” I was puzzled.
“Doing something daring with another couple. Like letting me have a night alone with your wife, while you maybe pair up with mine.”
I reeled as it hit me that he was not joking. “Look,” I said. “Kelly and I are pretty open-minded, but we’re both quite content with each other, okay?”
“Sure, but if you’re open-minded, that leaves room for trying new things, right?”
“I don’t know what to say, Kip,” I said truthfully. “You’ve taken me completely by surprise. Does Erin know about this?”
“Of course. She’s all for it.”
I shook my head. “This is coming at me unexpectedly,” I said.
“Well, I’m sorry if I’ve shocked you,” Kip said. “I’m not trying to pressure you, and I hope I haven’t offended you. If I have, I’m sorry, and we can just forget this whole conversation.”
“I’m not offended,” I said. “But even if I wanted to, I couldn’t commit to something like this without discussing it with Kelly.”
“Of course. Talk it over with her. Then let us know if you’re interested.”
I didn’t know whether to mention this conversation to Kelly. I had noticed how Kip looked at her before, but had thought little of it. I was used to men looking at her with testosterone pouring out of their eyes. It was a trip to have a wife who had such an intoxicating effect on the male sex. But Kip coming right out and suggesting a wife-swap was something new.
Kelly and I were getting ready for bed when I decided to tell her. She looked stunned.
“He said that?” she exclaimed. “He actually said that to your face?”
“ ‘I would really love to screw your wife.’ Those were his exact words.”
“What did you say?”
“I thought he was making a bad joke. When I realized he was in earnest, I didn’t know what to say. I said I would have to discuss it with you.”
“Are you interested in his offer?”
“Don’t be ridiculous, baby,” I said. “I’ve always been happy being monogamous with you.”
“Well, me too,” she said. “But don’t you ever get nostalgic for the days when we were single? The affairs, the one-nighters? Those were exciting times, for me, anyway.”
“You don’t seem to be bothered about Kip wanting to fuck you.”
“I’m not. It’s flattering for a woman whose single days are behind her. And anyway, he came to you and laid his cards on the table, instead of sneaking around behind your back to try to get me into bed. That shows a kind of honesty, and even a respect for our relationship.”
I was baffled. Instead of being shocked and indignant, Kelly was calm and rational, and was taking Kip’s side. I didn’t doubt her love for me, but maybe I didn’t know her as well as I thought I did.
The next day Kelly called Erin and invited her to lunch. The two met at a local diner, where they talked for over two hours. When I asked her if the subject of spouse-swapping had come up, she matter-of-factly told me that it was all they talked about. But when I asked her to elaborate, all she would say was that it was girl talk.
Could Kelly actually be giving serious consideration to this idea? I wondered. I was not above temptation, and the thought of fucking Erin was not repulsive. She was about ten years older than I was, but had a very nice figure for a woman pushing 40. I may even have fantasized about it once or twice, but fantasy was something I could safely enjoy without misbehaving. My marriage was what I cherished most, and I would never endanger it.
Over the next few days I noticed that Kelly was being extra nice to me, the way she sometimes was when she was buttering me up for something she wanted from me. Then one night in bed, after we fucked, she snuggled up to me and made the pitch.
“Erin called today and invited you and me to join her and Kip for cocktails Friday night,” she told me, adding, “I accepted her invitation.”
“You know what they expect from us, don’t you?” I said.
“We don’t have to do anything we don’t wish to do. If it doesn’t feel right, we can have a drink with them and then leave.”
“What if it does feel right?”
“What are you afraid of?” Kelly asked.
“You’ve decided you want to give this thing a whirl, haven’t you?”
“What’s the harm in checking it out?” Kelly said. “If we find out it’s not for us, we’ll move on, but at least we’ll have had the experience.”
So, with some trepidation, but also, I have to admit, a sneaky kind of excitement, I caved in an
d gave my consent.
On Friday Kelly arranged for our children to spend the night with her parents. We dropped them off, and then drove home to get ready. Kelly put on a racy tight-fitting silk dress with a hemline at midthigh. Then we drove to the cocktail lounge where Kip and Erin awaited us.
Kelly promptly took the seat next to Kip, while I sat next to Erin, who was dressed in a ravishing fuck-me outfit.
“Glad you guys could make it,” Kip said, grinning.
“Look,” I said. “We’re just here to have a drink or two. It doesn’t mean we’re committing to anything else.”
“Of course, we all understand that,” Kip said. “It’s just that Erin and I like both of you, and we like to give our friends the chance to share our exciting lifestyle.”
“Sexual experimentation, you mean?”
“Sure. Didn’t you ever do wild things when you were young and single?”
“I did,” Kelly said. “I remember one time in college when I had a date with six guys.”
I perked right up at this startling disclosure.
“Six guys?” Erin exclaimed. “On one date?”
“Oh, please tell us about it,” Kip put in.
“Well, it wasn’t exactly a date,” Kelly explained. “Six guys from the dorm were planning an outing at the beach. I asked if I could tag along, and they were happy to include me. I loved being the only girl surrounded by six cute guys, any one of whom I would have gone to bed with. Well, we got drunk and started acting silly, and at one point I bragged that I could smoke a cigarette with my vagina. They thought I was pulling their legs. One of them dared me to prove it. He was taunting me, so I surprised the hell out of him when I stripped naked and lay down on a beach towel with a cigarette and a lighter.” She paused. “Are you sure you want to hear this?” she asked teasingly.
“Don’t you dare stop now,” Kip said. “What happened next?”
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