Kris had said she had no intention of doing it again. But her confession at once scared me silly and excited the voyeur in me. Now when I got outside, I saw that our friend Deb was with her. So “the talk” would have to wait.
I hugged Kris, kissing her as lovingly as I could. We held each other for a long beat. Deb, a sexy, sensual-lipped blonde, welcomed me with an unexpectedly long and tender kiss and a vigorous hand squeeze.
At supper, the girls carried the conversation, with talk of stores they planned to visit. Claiming tiredness and wanting an early start the next day, Deb headed to the shower and bed. Kris followed suit, leaving me to watch TV alone, a little put out—until my wife walked in wearing a new white see-through teddy and holding a videocassette, which she inserted in the VCR.
The screen changed to porn, and Kris—wide smile on her lips—cuddled up to me. I couldn’t believe she wanted to make love with a guest in the house, until it dawned on me that Deb was “the one.”
Kris halted my question by gluing her lips to mine. She wrapped her hand round my rising cock, and we kissed and caressed while watching the movie. In time she opened my pants and pulled out my hard-on and started filling in the story I’d already heard.
“It was a revelation,” she said, “to realize sexual pleasure and even love could be expanded by an open mind.”
I listened intently while yielding to her ministrations and returning her caresses. My hands roamed all over her. My fingers found her labia slick with juices seeping from her love hole.
She resumed: “At Deb’s, we opened more wine and went into the bedroom to try on the clothes. The wine banished modesty, and we shed our inhibitions with our undies. Then we tried on clothes from our younger days that were kind of snug. Helping each other with the tight fits caused accidental touching of intimate areas.”
I slid my fingertips into her dewy wetness as she spoke, and sighs and moans punctuated the rest of her rousing tale. Between the wine and their comical appearance in the old clothes, Kris realized she was enjoying the sight of Deb naked, and the occasional touch, too.
“My eyes were drawn to Deb’s boobs,” she said. “By then my clit was calling to me. I felt like taking those boobs in my hands to feel their softness and shape, but I wasn’t brave enough.
“Deb said, ‘Would you help me? I have a kink in my shoulders. Could you rub them?’ She sat by me on the bed, turned her back, and waited. I couldn’t say no. I got to my knees, inched closer, and put my hands on her shoulders. Her skin was smooth and warm, and I wondered what it would feel like to rub her whole body.
“I was trying to stop my thoughts from going there when Deb leaned into me, pressing her back onto my chest. ‘You’re very comfortable,’ she said, with her eyes closed. She wiggled her butt till I spread my thighs enough for her to fit in against my mound. I told myself to get out of there, but my body wasn’t listening.
“‘I guess we have nothing to do now that we ran out of clothes to try,’ Deb said. I started to answer but really had nothing to say. ‘Well, we’ll have to think of something,’ she said, then turned and looked into my eyes.
“Now was the time to get away, and when I didn’t, Deb fixed her lips on my open mouth, let her lips caress mine, then invaded my mouth. As she ran her lips down my neck, I began to say, ‘I’ve never—’
“‘Me either,’ she said, ‘but it’s okay, we’ll learn together.’ She cupped my breasts and raised them to her lips. Kissing one, then the other, she explored them with her lips and tongue, working toward the nipples. I caught my breath as she nibbled on one.
“I was scared, yet it felt so right, I didn’t want it to end. It felt like an electric current was coursing from my tits to my clit. My cunt was pulsing in time with her chewing, and I felt juices oozing out.”
Kris felt she should stop but was being conquered by the warmth and tenderness. “I finally found the courage to raise my hands,” she said, “and fill them with her breasts. I fondled and squeezed them.” Her story was intoxicating us both. My fingertips ran along her inner folds, circling her love button, while she massaged my throbbing meat.
“Then,” she said, “Deb eased me down on the bed and lowered herself to the floor, trailing kisses across my belly. Her hands spread my knees, and she kissed and nibbled my inner thighs up to my pussy. I thought I would scream when she stopped and only sniffed.
“‘I want you to enjoy this,’ she said, then kissed my pussy lips. I felt I was melting as her tongue darted at my clit. I moaned long and low. Deb flicked and licked my clit for a while, going from slow to fast strokes. Then she slid her tongue in and wiggled it around. I arched onto her face, getting more excited and wetter with each lick. She replaced her tongue with a finger, making little circles, then returned her tongue to my clit, now licking it steadily.
“Her gentleness changed to firmness as she sensed my arousal. I was getting close, and she licked harder and faster, pulling me against her face and pushing her finger in all the way, pressing on my cervix. I was ranting unintelligibly, my pussy spasming around her finger, juices running on her hand and face. With my hands in her hair, I ground my cunt on her mouth until I went limp.
“Deb lifted her head, smiling, and rose from the floor caressing my cheek. She reached for her clothes. I stood, too, my legs wobbly. I grasped her shoulder and pulled her into my arms. I kissed her and guided her to lie on the bed. I knelt and opened her legs as she had mine, so I could see her love box brimming with juices.
“I said, ‘Tell me if I do this wrong. I want to be the one who made you come.’
“I reached for her breasts and rubbed the nipples, feeling them grow hard. I gave them a squeeze as I lowered my mouth to her honey box. The scent was captivating and the sight so inviting that I couldn’t wait for a taste and applied my lips to her pussy. Deb moaned, and her fingers tangled in my hair and pressed my head into her.
“I stroked my tongue on her swollen clit, tasting her cunt. Her moans increased as I licked her. My tongue slid down to her hole as my fingers squeezed her nipples, producing squeals. She shoved her twat hard on my mouth. I pushed my tongue inside, making her gasp. I tongue-fucked her awhile, then slid my tongue back up to her clit. I flicked her pleasure button over and over, harder and harder, making her twitch and moan. Her sweet juices flowed on my chin as she gasped and came.
“I continued licking her clit as her body tensed and trembled. She pulled me harder to her quivering cunt. I lapped her juices, relishing the taste of her, thinking we should have done this long before. I pulled my mouth from her pussy when her honey stopped flowing. She said, ‘Baby, you made me feel so good and mushy,’ as she caressed my face.
“We had more wine and examined this new experience and the strange feelings it gave us, a mixture of euphoria and fear. Deb was rationalizing and then burst into tears, blurting out about the yearlong sexual drought she endured. I enveloped her in my arms to console her. Our mouths found each other, and our hands once more started to explore each other’s curves.
“Any doubt about being with her vanished as my pussy started oozing and throbbing again. We naturally moved into a 69 and licked our way through several more climaxes.” Kris and I were nude and rubbing each other fast and furious. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t come yet. My balls were aching for release.
A noise made us turn. My suspicion was confirmed. Deb was in the recliner, her legs draped over the arms, one hand kneading a breast and tweaking the distended nipple, the other dipping in her wet cunt. She also was in a teddy, in red, watching us with a lewd look.
I started to pull away, but Kris—increasing the pressure on my meat—whispered, “Surprise, darling! Relax, she needs to enjoy herself, too, and you can watch as a bonus.” How could I say no? I resumed making love with my wife. Deb’s antics as she watched us heightened our arousal. Thinking that she might join in made my cock hard as steel. Kris’s hunger seemed so strong, I wondered what she had in store to satisfy it. While licking in my ear, she whispe
red that her new erotic self could not be denied. She felt sharing her newfound erotic self and her lover would help. Also, she felt I wouldn’t mind helping Deb with solving her sexual issues.
In answer, I lowered my mouth to her breast, took a stiff nipple in my lips, sucked it in and stroked it with my tongue.
I remained awake, reliving the whole encounter and eagerly looking to the future. I woke up to hungry suction on my cock, and a day as memorably horny.
—L.S., Monckton, New Brunswick
A Bet Is a Bet, and His Wife Is Damn Glad She Lost This One
Last month my wife, Ellie, and I made a bet, the terms of which were that the loser had to do everything the winner wanted, without question, for an entire weekend. Well, Ellie lost. She thought my requests would involve things like running errands, or maybe cooking something special, but I had something quite different in mind.
On Friday night we went out to dinner at a nice restaurant located in a hotel. Ellie is quite a hottie, with a beautiful face and a hard body to go with it. She was dressed in a short little flimsy black miniskirt and a sexy white blouse that showed a lot of cleavage. As soon as we sat down I said to her, “Okay, the weekend starts here. Go into the ladies’ room, take off your bra and panties, and undo the top three buttons of your blouse.”
Ellie stared at me, then smiled a little and asked what I was up to. I told her to just do it. She got up and went, and I could see that she was already a little excited.
When she came out of the ladies’ room she was a sight to see. Her breasts were not completely exposed, but there was certainly enough of them on display to provide quite an eyeful. She was definitely a hit with the waiters. Everyone waiting on us looked right down her blouse. At the end of the meal, when she went to the rest room again, I saw one of the waiters stop her and ask her something, and they spoke for a minute or so. When she came back I asked her what he’d said. She smiled at me. “He said he thought I was so hot, he wanted to fuck me, and he asked if I could get away from you.”
“And what did you say?” I asked.
“I told him you were the one who was telling me what to do this weekend,” she said. I reached my hand between her legs, and it was evident that she was enjoying this. She was wet—very wet.
I then told her to go back to the ladies’ room, unbutton her blouse completely, and tie it in a knot below her breasts, exposing her stomach, then to come out and meet me in the hotel lounge. Ellie, a little breathlessly, asked me what I was going to have her do. “Anything I want,” I said.
“Are you going to have me tease other men tonight?” she asked.
I nodded.
“Are you going to let other men touch me tonight?”
I nodded.
“Are you going to have me fuck another man tonight?”
I just smiled and told her that the night was young, and that she should hurry up and meet me in the lounge.
I had to wait about 20 minutes for Ellie to come into the lounge, and when she did she was flushed. She told me she had run into the waiter who had spoken to her before. He had pulled her into one of the conference rooms and told her that whatever game she and her husband were playing, he wanted some of it. She said that before she knew what was happening he had started touching her, his hands sliding over her stomach, her breasts, and under her flimsy little skirt. Then the thought had come to her that I had arranged this as part of the payoff of the bet. At that point she was enjoying what he was doing and getting very horny, so she thought if it was okay with me, it certainly was okay with her, and she started giving him back just as good as she was getting. She started kissing him, and soon they both were breathing heavily. She undid his pants and pulled out his cock. It was partly erect, and she used her mouth on him to bring it to full size. Before he could come, he pulled her up and bent her over the table, then slid his cock into her wet cunt and fucked her while holding her breasts in his hands. They both came rather quickly.
Afterward he told her his name was Alvin, and asked her if she was going to be around the hotel for the weekend. Ellie told him it was up to her husband, but she had a feeling she might be. “I’ll tell him that I really enjoyed your quick fuck,” she told him, “and if this is what he wants for this weekend, I’m all for it.” She had kissed him passionately, and told him she hoped to see him again.
After telling me all this, Ellie thanked me for sending Alvin to fuck her. She said his come was now oozing out of her onto the chair, since she still wasn’t wearing panties. I leaned over and told her how incredibly sexy she was, but that I had nothing to do with Alvin. “Oh, my god,” she said. “You mean I just got fucked by a strange man, and you didn’t put him up to it?”
“That’s right,” I said. “And I want you to take me back to that room right now and show me just what you did.”
My sexy wife grabbed my hand and led me out of the lounge and around the corner into the conference room. I kissed her and fondled her as I told her I wanted her to suck my cock, as she had done with Alvin. She engulfed it with a smile on her face, and we both enjoyed the next several minutes. I then pulled her up, turned her around, and slid my cock into her very, very wet pussy. I fucked her hard, but I wanted to go Alvin one better. I sat in one of the chairs and pulled her down onto my still-firm cock. She bounced up and down as I touched her entire body and kissed her. Finally we both came, she for the second time within an hour in that same room. We just smiled and grinned at each other until Ellie said, “Okay, what’s next?”
I told her I had booked a room in the hotel, and I went out to the car to get some clothes that I had snuck into the trunk. We went to the room and showered and changed. I then told Ellie to put on a thin, gauzy peach top with her black miniskirt, and no underwear. The top was very low-cut, and with no bra her breasts were fully visible from the right angle. Every eye was on her as we went downstairs and walked through the lobby.
Ellie didn’t ask where we were going as we got into the car, but her eyes got wide when I pulled up outside a strip club with a sign outside announcing an amateur strip contest, which was due to start in about 30 minutes. “What are you thinking about?” she said suspiciously with a smirk.
I grinned at her. “You’re a wonderful dancer,” I said.
“Are you serious?” Ellie said, but there was a strange gleam in her eyes. “Teasing some guys in a restaurant is one thing, but you’re talking about me stripping and dancing nude in front of maybe a 100 guys!”
“Is this the girl who just fucked a stranger a couple of hours ago?” I said.
Ellie still pretended to be reluctant, but I knew she had an exhibitionistic streak and I was pretty sure the idea appealed to her. “Well, a bet’s a bet,” she said finally, making it seem as though that she was doing it for that reason rather than because she really wanted to.
Ellie was the last of the women in the amateur contest to perform. The first one had a good body, but didn’t interact well with the crowd. Several others were not very attractive, or couldn’t really dance very well. Ellie downed a few drinks while we watched them, and then it was her turn.
Dressed in that flimsy top, which already showed most of her breasts, she had the crowd whistling from the start. Guys were patting her on the ass as she walked up to the stage. Then the music started, and Ellie’s hips moved with the beat. She was a little tentative at first, but as the guys clapped and yelled, she began to get into it. Off came her shoes, and the dancing continued. She was so beautiful and sexy, and could dance so well, that no one else in the contest could hold a candle to her, and I was sure she had first place locked up. An added benefit was that the $1,000 she would get for winning would pay for the whole weekend.
Ellie slowly peeled off her top and twirled it over her head. She tossed it in my direction, but somebody at the next table caught it instead. She kept dancing, her wonderful breasts now in full view of the crowd. She ran her hands over her body and pulled on her nipples, then slid one hand down under her skirt. The crowd
was screaming.
Ellie was really loving it now. She beckoned for a guy in the front row to come onstage. She backed into him and ground her ass against his crotch as he caressed her firm breasts. She yelled to him above the noise of the crowd, and he unzipped her skirt. It fell to the floor and she stepped out of it. Completely nude now in front of a roomful of horny guys, my incredible wife danced and teased the crowd. When the music stopped, she bowed as they applauded her, yelling and stamping. Then she picked up her skirt and shoes and walked nude back to our table, with guys reaching out to touch her all over as she passed.
Her eyes were shining as she got to me. “God, I am so fucking horny,” she panted. “I could fuck this whole room!”
She looked around for her top then, but couldn’t find it. All the guys around her were enjoying that predicament. My own cock was as hard as a rock. Finally I gave her my coat, which she put around her, but without bothering to button it, so that she could continue to tease her audience. What a woman! Needless to say, she won the contest. Hands down, and many cocks up.
She was flirting with a bunch of guys around her as I went to retrieve her top, and she was eating up the attention. The guy who had caught the top was a 30-year-old hunk. When I asked him for the top, he said that my girlfriend was a 10, and was really awesome. I explained that she was my wife, agreed that she was incredible, and told him I needed to take her back to our hotel and fuck her right now.
“Need some help?” he asked with a grin.
I thought for a moment. “On second thought,” I said, “why don’t you deliver the top yourself?” And I gave him our hotel and room number.
I got Ellie out of there, still wrapped in my coat, and drove back to the hotel. In the car she told me that that had been the hottest thing she had ever done. “I am so glad I lost that bet,” she said, smiling.
We went up to our room, but then I realized we had nothing to drink, so I went down to the bar and got some beer, wine, and tequila. When I got up to our room, the hunk from the strip club had also just gotten off the elevator. I asked him his name, and he said it was Barry. I then suggested that he stand off to the side and hold out Ellie’s top when the door opened. I knocked at the door and Ellie opened it, smiling at me in all her nude beauty. When Barry stuck out his hand with her top in it, she looked shocked, but didn’t try to cover up.
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