I’d had enough beers to start bragging about what a good fuck my wife was as he viewed the pics. I told him she loved getting my dick from the rear while on her hands and knees, and that she got very loud while being pounded that way. Keith was practically drooling over the photos and my descriptions of her, and this went on until we both had to get home.
Sharon had been out that same night with her girlfriends at a wine-tasting party. She gets really tipsy on wine, and that night was no different. We both hit the sack around 11, and she came to bed fully nude and ready for some hard dick. She was definitely aggressive, climbing on top of me with no foreplay. She simply wanted to get fucked good and hard. I was still kind of hot from showing Keith the photos of her, so I had no objection.
After she had been riding me for a few minutes I decided to tell her about my evening. At first Sharon looked shocked, unable to believe that I had shown Keith those pictures, but she didn’t stop moving; in fact she started fucking me harder. When I told her that the photo Keith liked the best was the one of her on the balcony, with her legs crossed Indian-style and her beautiful pussy on full display, she came like a volcano.
After that, for many nights in a row, we repeated this conversation while we fucked. It seemed to be a special turn-on for her to know that a close male friend had seen all of her body. Sharon knew Keith, too, and sometimes the three of us would meet for drinks. Although the topic never came up, all three of us knew that Keith had seen the pics, and that Sharon knew it. The sexual tension that built up at these get-togethers was incredible, and my wife and I would fuck like animals upon returning home.
Keith moved out of state a couple of years later, though we corresponded occasionally by e-mail. Then this past summer Sharon and I both had a couple of weeks vacation, and we decided to pack the car and drive through several neighboring states, stopping in towns where various friends of ours lived. Keith, of course, was one of the friends we most wanted to see, and we left his city for the last.
When we arrived there, we got a hotel room with a balcony and a king-size bed. We had let Keith know that we were coming, and we met him that evening after he got off work, and by nine o’clock all three of us were getting hammered.
When Keith and I took a bathroom break, he asked me if Sharon and I still took pictures. I told him we did, and that he was the only other person who ever saw any of them. He then asked if we would take some that night and show them to him the next evening. I told him I would have to talk to Sharon about it.
That night I told Sharon what Keith had suggested, and she was game immediately. She stripped to her heels and lay back on the white sheets of the bed with her legs spread wide. The contrast of her deep tan against the sheets made the photo very hot. I took a couple of dozen pictures of her in every position, including one after we’d fucked that showed my come running out of her gaping pussy.
That night we again met Keith at our hotel bar. We had several drinks and some food, and afterward I pulled out the packet of photos. Sharon’s face was a little flushed with either embarrassment or excitement, I wasn’t sure which; but since she didn’t try to stop me showing him the pictures, I figured it was mostly the latter. Keith went through them slowly, and when he came to the last one, the one that showed my cream leaking out of her, I heard Sharon give a low, sexual moan. Keith looked like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Finally he handed the photos back to me. “Damn, those are hot!” was all he said, but his face said a lot more. There was silence for a long moment, and I could feel the tension in the air. Then my wife said, kind of breathlessly, “Maybe you would like to take some pictures of me, too, Keith.”
I don’t know which one of us was more surprised, or more excited. I don’t exactly remember what Keith replied, but a minute later we were all on our way up to our room. I wasn’t sure of what was going to happen, but my dick was hard as a rock.
Inside the room, Sharon stripped to her bra and panties, and Keith took half a dozen shots of her with my camera. After two more glasses of wine, Sharon removed her bra, and he shot another couple of pics. Another glass of wine and she took off her panties, lay down on the bed, and stretched her legs out wide. Keith aimed the camera at her pussy and shot off the rest of the roll.
Sharon’s pussy was wet, and we could both see it. I moved up to the head of the bed and stripped off my clothes, and she started sucking the hell out of my dick. Then Keith stripped, crawled up between her legs, and slowly started tonguing her hot pussy.
Sharon had never had another man’s cock in our 22 years of marriage, but I knew she was about to now. I backed off and went to sit in a chair as Keith moved up on top of my wife. Her pussy was very wet from his tongue job, and his dick was larger than mine, and plenty thick. He slowly inserted the tip of it into her cunt and worked it in inch by inch until his entire shaft was buried inside her. He then picked up the pace and began pumping into her roughly, with hard thrusts. Sharon came twice, loud enough for the people in the next room to hear. Finally Keith’s muscles tensed and he buried his dick inside her to the hilt, grunting loudly. I nearly came myself as my wife’s still-spasming pussy was shot full of another man’s sperm.
When he finished with her Keith hit the shower, and I moved to her, rolled her over on her hands and knees, and slid into her well-fucked snatch. I came in about four minutes, and then Keith was out of the shower and hard again. Sharon took him doggie-style this time, and he fucked her like a whore, his hands clasping her hips as he pumped her with long deep strokes. The slapping of flesh against flesh was like thunder, and their rocking movements seemed to shake the room. Sharon came three more times before Keith tensed up again and shot a second load of sperm deep into my wife’s belly. She was now carrying three full loads.
We continued to fuck her for another three hours, until Keith had to head home. We left for home ourselves the next morning, and stopped several times to fuck along the way. Now whenever I take pictures of Sharon I make a point of sending copies of them to Keith. If I forget, she reminds me. And then we fuck like rabbits.
—N.D., San Diego, California
She Would Act Out His Fantasy Even if She Had to Tie Him Up to Do It
I had told my wife about this fantasy some time ago, but as with most fantasies I thought it could never come true. Was I in for a surprise!
When I came home one Saturday afternoon I was met at the door by my sweet wife, Greta, who informed me that I was in for a treat that night. She was wearing a curiously sly smile on her face.
“Why don’t you go take a shower,” she said with a wink.
So I had a nice refreshing shower, and had barely toweled off when the bathroom door opened and my wife took my hand and started to lead me to the bedroom. I pointed out to her that I didn’t have a stitch of clothing on, but she said not to worry, she had made sure that the kids were away for the evening.
In the bedroom I saw that a chair had been set up near the foot of the bed. Greta sat me down in it, and then grabbed both my hands and pulled them behind me. I heard a sudden clicking sound, and then realized that she had fastened handcuffs around my wrists. Apparently I was her prisoner! I felt a stab of excitement, but I didn’t yet know the half of it.
When she was certain I couldn’t get free, Greta straightened up, gave me that sly smile again, and left the room. Then, to my great surprise, I heard her talking with someone in the living room.
It was just a few minutes before she strode back into the room, accompanied by a man I had never seen before. I was almost as shocked to see him as I was to see that he was as naked as I was.
“You remember telling me about your fantasy, darling?” Greta said to me. “Well, you’re about to get the fantasy of your life!” And with that, she turned to the stranger, put her arms around him, and kissed him full on the lips.
In a minute they were deeply tonguing each other, and Greta soon started to moan as his hands roamed over her back and grasped her sweet buttocks. She pushed herself into him. Wh
en they broke the kiss, my wife had her hand wrapped firmly around his sizable tool. His dick was about as thick as mine, but several inches longer. The head was firm and mushroom-shaped, and I noticed a small droplet of precome on the tip. My cock was now just as hard as his as I strained at my bonds.
My beautiful wife sat down on the edge of the bed. Then, looking lovingly at me, she brought her lips and tongue to the head of his bulging tool and licked slowly around it. I saw her brush the point of her tongue over the end of it and lick a pearly drop of precome from the moist tip.
After that she took his penis into her mouth and began to slowly slide her lips up and down over it. I could see her lipstick getting smeared as she worked his thick meat in and out of her mouth. He was obviously very aroused, and he stroked her hair gently as he pushed his manhood into her willing mouth. She moaned with desire as his penis sank deeper between her stretched lips. Her sucking was getting faster, and one of her hands slid between her thighs and pushed down hard. I could tell she was really turned on. After a minute she pulled her wet fingers from her crotch, disengaged her mouth from the stranger’s now fully engorged penis, and lay back on the bed. “God, I’m dripping wet, eat me,” was all she said, as she spread her legs wide.
She was as wet and ready as I had ever seen her. She grabbed the young man’s head as he bent over her and pushed it down to her steaming cunt. He growled as he buried his face in her crotch. He licked slowly up the full length of her cunt, and she arched her back to push herself harder against his mouth.
I was going crazy watching this scene as it played out in front of me. Greta was moaning in ecstasy as the stranger’s tongue found her moist little button. Her eyes rolled back and she ground herself against his mouth. “God, that feels so good!” she yelled. “Lick me deep! Don’t stop! Make me come in your mouth!”
Her moans increased in intensity, and I could tell she was building up to a terrific climax. She screamed and bucked her hips when she came, and I watched her partner drink her come as she flooded his mouth with her juices. He could barely hold on as she rocked in the throes of her bliss.
When she finally settled down, she smiled and gave her partner another deep kiss on the lips. “Wow! That was great! I can taste myself,” she gasped.
“You are one hot girl!” the man said. “I’m going to enjoy filling you up with my come.” He kissed her again, deeply, then planted a trail of kisses down her neck and onto her firm nipples. I watched his right hand bury itself in my wife’s pussy. He pushed two of his fingers deep into her and stroked in and out as she panted with renewed desire. His fingers were shiny with juices from her cunt.
“I think you’d better fuck me now,” she breathed huskily. She spread her legs wide, and again I looked at her wet and ready pussy. I could smell the aroma of her arousal in the air. My wife needed a good fucking all right, and it looked like she was about to get one—from someone else. And to do it right in front of me, while I watched! God, what a turn-on it was! My fantasy was coming true, and it was even better than I had imagined. The man moved up on his knees between her outstretched legs and placed the head of his cock at the mouth of her extremely wet pussy. Greta grabbed the throbbing tool and rubbed it back and forth on her clit, which made her even wetter. A moment later he pushed forward and slipped three inches of very hard cock into her eager hole. She moaned in delight and again her back arched, this time to get more of his cock inside her. As he pulled slowly backward I could see her juices coating his shaft. He pushed forward again and this time slipped most of the way into her. Her pussy lips were wet and engorged around his penis. Her eyes closed in ecstasy and her legs wrapped themselves firmly around his hips. He pulled slowly out again and then buried himself to the hilt in her cunt. They both gasped.
I knew how my wife’s tight little pussy felt when it was clenched around a hard penis, and I could both appreciate and envy what this stranger was feeling now. He let his dick rest inside her for a moment, and then began to move slowly. I could hear the wet sucking sounds as he pulled out and pushed in, his pace gradually quickening. His butt cheeks tightened each time he pushed into her cunt, and I saw her pelvis rise to meet his deep thrusts. His balls slapped against her buttocks with each forward lunge.
Soon Greta was moaning loudly and beginning to thrash around as another orgasm built up within her loins. I could tell that the stranger was also close to coming. Her hands grasped his ass and held him tightly as cries of passion flowed from her open mouth. The room reeked of sex, and I was going crazy.
“Oh, God!” she yelled. “Shoot your load in my pussy! Come on, give it to me!” They slammed into one another again and again, until with a final push and a loud grunt, he rammed all the way into her and stayed there, their bodies tightly joined as he emptied streams of hot come deep into her squirming hole. Greta was coming loudly, wailing again and again as she rode out her orgasm. I could see the overflow of his come leaking out around his wet shaft.
They lay there panting for a few minutes as they came down to earth. Then he rolled off her, and they lay side by side for a moment, until my wife slowly sat up. Her brow was damp with perspiration and her skin was flushed. No one seeing her could have missed the fact that she had just had some great sex.
She swung her legs over the edge of the bed and stood up, then came toward me. “Well, was it good for you?” she asked, grinning at me as she reached out a hand to caress my throbbing cock. All I could do was nod. “Well, we’re not done by a long shot, lover,” she said. Then she climbed up onto the chair, standing on the seat with a foot on either side of my thighs, so that her crotch was right in front of my face. I could see a glistening stream of come dripping down the inside of her leg. It was incredibly erotic to see a strange man’s come leaking out of her wet slit.
“You like seeing my hole full of another man’s come, don’t you?” Greta said. “I think you need to eat me now. I want you to suck his warm come out of my pussy until I cream on your tongue.” And with that she reached down and scooped up the fresh pearly semen from her leg, then stuck her gooey finger into my mouth.
“That’s right,” she said, “Doesn’t it taste good? There’s a lot more of that inside me, lover.” And she pushed my head between her legs, arching forward to place her wet gash against my lips. The musky smell and taste of their combined secretions made me giddy, and I opened my mouth and pushed my tongue into her deliciously wet hole.
The man must have shot a quart of sperm inside her, because it seemed like it would never stop dripping into my mouth. His come was thick and slippery, but I licked it out of her pussy and swallowed deeply as she pressed her sopping cunt onto my tongue. She rubbed her clit with one hand as she held my head against her with the other, and in a moment her pussy convulsed as she came again, another gob of his come oozing onto my tongue as her cunt clenched in orgasm.
When her climax subsided she pulled away and climbed down off the chair. “Good job, honey,” I heard Greta say. “I think you should get your reward now. Come fuck your hot little wife and make me come again!”
She moved behind me to remove the cuffs, and when I was free I jumped up and pushed her onto the bed. She spread her legs, and within seconds my hard shaft had slipped easily into her slippery hole and was buried in her gooey little cunt. My come soon joined the remains of the stranger’s as I unleashed what seemed to be a gallon of hot juice into her well-fucked pussy. Greta came again also before I stopped shooting inside her. When I came to my senses I realized that the young man was gone. Greta never told me where she had found him, or who he was. It didn’t matter. My wonderful wife had fulfilled my deepest fantasy, and I felt like the luckiest man in the world. Things can only get better!
—Name and address withheld
When a CPA Marries a Stripper It’s a Match Made in Heaven
I was a successful but nerdy 30-year-old accountant when I first met Carrie at a strip club that I frequented as a substitute for a real sex life. She was a long-legged 35-year-o
ld blonde stripper, and we met when I got up the nerve to ask her for a lap dance. She directed me to a dark corner in a back room, collected her money, and climbed aboard. The bouncer was busy elsewhere as we started, and somehow we both got a little carried away. She began by rubbing herself against me in the approved manner, but soon the heat of the moment got to us, and Carrie pulled her thong to one side about the same moment that I released my erect penis from my bursting fly. The next thing we knew, the head of my dick had popped between her moist puffy pussy lips, and we were both enjoying the full length of my love stick. Unfortunately, Carrie’s wild up-and-down motions as she straddled my body, and the squeals of delight she emitted, drew the attention of the management, and as a result we were both asked to leave the premises for violating their no-touch policy. So I found myself in the parking lot of the club with a crying woman who was almost stark naked under her heavy winter coat.
Carrie explained that she had just been passing through town when she took this job, and she had no place to live and very little money. So, gentleman that I am, I invited her to come stay at my house, as I lived by myself and had plenty of room. I told her she could have her own room and stay as long as she wished.
Well, she never did get her own room. We developed a relationship, she gave up stripping and got a job in a bank, and we lived together for two sex-filled monogamous years before I asked her to marry me.
It was Carrie’s suggestion that I throw myself a bachelor party, and she suggested I hold it at my house, promising to stay out of the way for that night. I didn’t expect this party to be very wild. The fact was that most of my friends were fellow accountants, some of whom I worked with and most of whom were as nerdy as myself. But I issued the invitations, and when the night came around, about 20 guys showed up at my place for a night of cards and beer.
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