My wife's eyes were glassy and her breathing strained, as the salesman's hands slid up her spread-eagle thighs toward her wet panties. She held her breath as he slipped the fingers of both hands inside the leg openings of her underwear, then threw her head back and gasped as he immediately began massaging her clit. Two fingers of his other hand slid into her vagina.
The young man strode over to the door of the shop and locked it. Luckily, just as he got up I had managed to step into the doorway leading to the back of the shop, where he couldn't see me. I listened to their groping for several minutes before inching my way back out of my hiding place.
By that time, they had begun pulling at each other's clothes, fumbling with belts, buttons, zippers and hooks. Soon they were both naked. Quickly moving to a display table, the salesman pushed the shoes aside, then boosted Monica up onto it. She wrapped her legs around his hips and guided his erection inside her glistening pussy.
It was as exciting as the letters said it would be. My lovely Monica humped her pelvis forward to meet every thrust as the stranger plunged his cock into her smoldering pussy again and again. There was something fascinating about the way his butt muscles clenched and unclenched as he drove his dick into her. Even from a distance I could hear the squish every time the thick base of his dick reached her lips and his public hair nestled into hers. He lasted a long time too, giving Monica two good orgasms before he came himself. In fact, she slipped into another long, strong series of contractions when he blasted his load of hot, sticky semen deep inside her. Monica clutched him with her legs, wanting him to stay all the way in her cunt. She didn't relax until his dick went completely soft. They talked softly to each other while she held onto his softening prick, and he stroked her breasts and belly.
I thought I'd be cute so, after they had rested for a minute, I came out of hiding and yelled, “Honey, if you're finished, let's go home.” The salesman ran to the back room and stayed there, until Monica dressed and we left. I'll bet he still can't figure out how I got in with the door locked.
On the way home I asked Monica how she'd liked her adventure. She told me she couldn't believe she had actually screwed a complete stranger. She added, though, that it had felt so good, she couldn't have stopped if she'd wanted to.—K.W., Saint Augustine, Florida
HE DECIDES TO MEET THE WIFE WITHOUT CALLING FIRST, BUT HE'S THE ONE WHO GETS A SURPRISE
My wife Hae Sue works in a big law office. One chilly spring day I decided to surprise her and take her to lunch. I drove downtown, and had just jockeyed into a tight curbside parking space when I saw Hae Sue come out of the building. Before I could signal her, she hopped into a Volvo with a guy I'd never seen before and drove off. I got back in my car, made a U-turn and started to follow them.
Hae Sue is extremely attractive. She's twenty-eight years old and Korean, with shoulder-length black hair and gorgeous brown eyes. She also loves to fuck and, although she has never given me cause to doubt her fidelity, I admit to being instantly jealous when I began to pursue her through the lunchtime traffic.
The Volvo wound its way across town. After a while, it turned off the drive we were on, entering a small park. The Volvo rolled to a stop at the far end of the parking area. I pulled up and waited for them to get out of the car. From that distance I couldn't observe them too well so, when they made no move to get out of the car after a couple of minutes, I left my car to get a closer look.
Circling around through the woods, I was able to get very close to the Volvo. What I saw blew me away. Hae Sue and this guy were making out. He was on her side of the car and was all over her. His hands were busy pawing her tits, and I watched as he thrust his tongue down her throat and into her ear. For her part, it seemed that Hae Sue couldn't get enough of his attention.
After a few minutes the guy started to undo Hae Sue's dress, which buttoned completely down the front. When he had opened it to her waist, he pulled Hae Sue forward, sliding the dress from her shoulders and removing her bra. For several minutes I watched in total disbelief as this guy sucked my wife's sweet little tits to hard points.
After a while he stopped, and Hae Sue pressed her shoulders into the seat back, arching her lower body up slightly. I couldn't actually see what was going on, but it was apparent that the guy was sliding her dress and panties off. When they settled back down, Hae Sue's head disappeared in the direction of his lap.
I couldn't believe it. Here was my wife, practically naked, in a car in a public park, sucking some guy's cock like a whore. I wondered how long this had been going on and whether this guy was her first or one of many extramarital lovers. Every once in a while the back of her head would bob into view, then disappear again. At one point she took her head off his dick and sat there smiling at him. He continued to breathe hard and moan, so I knew that she was working his dick with her hand. He put his hand on the back of her head and begged, and she went back down on him, doing what I knew from experience would be a first-class job of coaxing his cream.
After a few minutes the guy opened his door and got out. He went around to Hae Sue's side and helped her out. She was wearing her raincoat, and still had on her stockings and heels. They walked hand-in-hand to a place slightly away from the picnic area but within sight of it. He led her to a large tree and leaned her against it, facing him. In this position, standing up on the roots, she was almost as tall as he was.
I watched as he pulled Hae Sue's coat open. Beneath it she was wearing only her thigh-high stockings and heels. The scene was incredibly arousing, in spite of my distress at catching my wife in flagrante with a stranger. Her friend had his cock out, and moved forward to impale her with it. Apparently he was having trouble getting it in, because Hae Sue lifted her right leg to allow him better access. Holding her leg with his left hand, he used his right to position his cock at the entrance to Hae Sue's pussy. Hae Sue gasped and her eyes widened as the guy thrust his hips forward, sliding his meat deep into her tight little box.
He started a slow rocking motion as he fucked in and out of Hae Sue, pressing her back against the rough bark of the tree. She kept looking over toward the picnic area, concerned that someone might see them. His response was to take hold of her chin and turn her head so that her eyes looked directly into his. He reached up and pulled the raincoat off her shoulders, fully exposing Hae Sue to anyone who might look their way. She started to look around again, but he planted his lips on hers in order to keep her head from turning. She returned his kiss with passion.
When she's excited, she starts to really writhe around. It's very compelling when you hold her in your arms, but I was even more fascinated seeing it from a distance. Her arms were flailing, and she kept lifting her other leg so that he was supporting her entire weight. She finally wrapped both legs around his waist and started riding up and down as hard and as fast as she could go.
She had both her arms and legs wrapped tightly around him now, and she was squeezing with all her might. Hae Sue gets foulmouthed when she's excited, and from where I was I could see her saying, “Fuck me, fuck me harder.” I could tell she was about to come, because she closed her eyes and opened her mouth in a perfect O. Then an orgasm swept over her. She held him as tightly as she could and stopped moving, except for a slight, uncontrollable humping action of her hips. Soon he had his own orgasm, not pulling out but shooting his load deep inside my wife's neatly trimmed pussy.
After they had regained their composure, he withdrew, and Hae Sue closed her coat. He held her hand as she came down from the tree roots, and they walked back to the car and left. I sat there for about thirty minutes and jacked off to the erotic images roaring through my brain.
There's only one problem. I've been unable to confront her about the episode, because I've developed a burning desire to catch them at it again.—L.B., Baltimore, Maryland
UNEXPECTED MOTEL MENAGE PASSES THE WEARY NIGHT
Recently I was staying at a motel for several days while attending a series of business meetings. After a late dinner
one evening I was returning to my room, and noticed that the drapes were partly open on a room near mine. Like anyone else, I glanced inside. A guy was lying naked on the bed, watching TV and idly fingering his dong. I stopped and did a double take, then leaned on the rail and lit a cigarette, not wanting anyone to think I was peeping.
When I looked into the room again, a beautiful girl had come out of the bathroom wearing only a short nightgown. She had a figure that would make a pecker hard enough to play Chopin. She lay beside the young man and grasped his penis. He smiled at her, then looked toward the window.
Afraid that he would notice me looking, I walked on down the balcony to my room. But I couldn't help noticing that he hadn't made any move to close the curtains. These people were either exhibitionists or they wanted company. Eager to volunteer my services, I dialed their room number. The man answered the phone on the first ring.
“I'm Mike,” I said. “My room is just a few doors away from yours. I thought you and your girl might want some company.”
“Are you the guy who smoked a cigarette outside a few minutes ago?”
“Yeah, that's me.”
“Then come on over. And bring a bucket of ice, if you don't mind. I have some vodka.”
I changed from my suit into shirt and slacks, got the ice and knocked on their door. The drapes were now completely closed.
“Hello, Mike, I'm Cal, and this is Annette. Come on in.” He was wearing boxer shorts, which didn't hide the fact that he had most of a hard-on. Annette lay propped on the bed. Her short gown barely covered her crotch.
Cal took the ice and mixed three drinks. I picked up one for myself and handed one to Annette. She patted the side of the bed, indicating that I should sit beside her. She took my hand in hers and scrutinized the palm.
In a moment she smiled at me and said, “If I'm not badly mistaken, you're a Virgo, twenty-nine or thirty years old, not married, but you were once engaged. You like sports and all kinds of sex. You are very virile and have a larger-than-average cock.” I grinned and nodded my head. I couldn't keep my eyes off her breasts, which were barely covered. Her nipples were darkly visible through the fabric, looking like a pair of cherry gumdrops. She placed my hand over one of her tits.
“Do you like them?” she asked, and I murmured that I did. I squeezed the handful of soft flesh gently, and turned to look at Cal. He was sitting in a chair with his cock standing at attention through the fly of his shorts.
“Do you want to fuck her?” he asked.
“Sure,” I replied, gulping my drink.
“Okay, but first Annette is going to give me a blowjob. Do you like to watch?”
“I've never done it, but it sounds good,” I answered. Annette got up and went over to Cal. She pulled off his underwear and knelt between his spread legs. She pumped his dick with her hand several times, then licked the length of his shaft while fondling his balls. She leaned back, pulled her gown over her head and shook out her blonde hair. Looking at me through the frame of her tousled hair, she said, “Get naked!”
I stripped, as she held Cal's long dick and eased it into her mouth. He let out a long sigh, like someone taking his first sip of beer after a long, hot day. Turning to me, he said, “Mike, I think you'll agree that Annette is a great cocksucker when she goes to work on you.” I sat on the bed and watched Annette's head bob up and down on Cal's rigid pole. Between the sight of her lips squeezing pleasure from him, and that unique sound of wet suction, my own cock was hard as a brick.
“Slow down, sugar lips, I don't want to come yet. Why don't you work on Mike for a while?”
Annette came to me and caressed my cock. “I was right, you are bigger than most men.” She rubbed my rubbery dick over her face and twirled her tongue around the head before sucking it into her mouth. I reached down and fondled her tits.
Annette had the one quality that is essential in a cocksucker. She really loved sucking cock. Because she was so into it, I could just sit back and relax, not worrying about whether her jaw was getting tired or she was resenting the whole thing. Usually it takes me forever to come from a blowjob, because I'm concerned about the woman being bored. This time I was ready to come in no time at all. But I didn't want to come so soon.
I stood up, and pulled Annette to her feet. First I nibbled her ears, then lifted her face and kissed her. Our tongues probed each other's mouth. My hands went to her glorious little, round tits, then down to her waist and over her ass. I pulled her crotch tightly against me, so my prick was between her legs. She rubbed her clit on the base of my cock.
“Fuck me, fuck me!” she moaned, then lay on the bed. I crouched between her spread legs, putting one hand on her slightly rounded belly and the other over her cunt. She was dripping wet. I experimented with slipping a finger inside. Her pussy was loose, warm and liquid. “Go ahead and give it to her, Mike. Stick it in. Fill her with that big cock of yours. She loves it,” urged Cal.
After withdrawing my probing finger, I teased her for a moment with the knob of my cock before plunging my shaft in. It was like entering a Jacuzzi. She was that wet, that warm, and once I was all the way inside her she started moving like crazy all over the place. She arched her body and put her arms around my neck, gasped for breath, trembled, bit my shoulder and scratched my back as she came, suddenly and violently. In all my years of experience I'd never known a woman to reach climax so quickly.
For over a minute after the first waves of orgasm, Annette was still trembling and moaning softly. I held still until she relaxed a little, then started fucking again, slowly at first, then gradually faster and harder. Her legs squeezed my waist as she bucked against me. Her cunt went from being wide and loose to squeezing me tight as a vise, and back again. “I'm coming,” I cried. Her cunt muscles contracted, and we exploded at the same time.
Exhausted, I rolled off to one side. Cal had been standing beside the bed stroking his meat and closely observing our every move. Now he crawled between her legs and began to lick and suck our juices as they oozed from her pussy.
“Turn over,” he told Annette. Placing a pillow under her, Cal mounted her from behind. He held her hips and drove his cock into her steaming snatch. I sat up and watched his dick move in and out. Cal shuddered and shot off. Annette slipped her finger down to her clit and brought herself to another small, but apparently satisfying, orgasm.
The three of us lay together on the bed. Annette held a wilted wand in each hand. I played with her boobs, and Cal had a hand over her pussy, stroking her mound gently.
“You liked that, didn't you?” I asked Cal. “You get off seeing another man screw your wife, and you want another man to watch you fuck her. Also, of course, Annette is so sensual that it takes more than one man to satisfy her. I'm really glad you chose me to share in the fun.”
“You're right, Mike. We both get off on having another guy in bed. Hey, Annette, what do you think? Can you get Mike hard again? Let me see you suck on his cock.”
Annette slid down and nuzzled my crotch. She juggled my balls and nibbled on my cock, licking the insides of my thighs and running her fingers through my pubic hair. I began to twitch and swell once more in response. Cal ran his hands over my belly, probed my navel and tickled my erect nipples. My dick grew thicker and longer. Annette held it straight up.
“It's beautiful, Mike, so full and hard. Feel it Cal,” said Annette. He squeezed and stroked my penis several times, then lowered his head and sucked on the knob. I watched as they took turns blowing me. After a while Annette sat back and let Cal take over. She finger-fucked herself and jerked Cal's dick while he went down on me.
Cal was almost as good with his mouth as Annette, and in a much shorter time than I expected, having come once already, I convulsed and shot my come into Cal's mouth. He took it all, then turned to Annette and fed her some of my juice.
I was drained. Cal lay back, and Annette lowered her cunt onto his prick. I cleaned up and dressed as she rode him frantically. After watching them reach a climax
I slipped quickly out of the room.
Cal and Annette had left when I passed their room in the morning. The drapes were open.—M.A., Greensboro, North Carolina
FRIENDLIER SKIES WERE NEVER FLOWN, AS PILOTS BOFF PASSENGER
My buddy Bob and I own a small plane together, a four-seater prop job. We use it for outings and short weekend trips. Just as some people own fishing boats, we have a plane. Sometimes one of us enjoys simply taking a solo ride through the clouds. Occasionally we taxi people to nearby destinations. We always run an ad in the paper looking for potential travelers.
On one particular Saturday we had a passenger to transport. Her name was Louise and she said she just wanted to go for a ride in a small plane. Louise was in her mid-twenties, had long dark hair and an hourglass body. When she arrived at our small local airport, Bob and I were both taken by her. She was pretty, charming and intelligent, and we both liked her immediately. It could have been a problem that we both found her so attractive, but that turned out not to be the case.
We brought a few soft drinks for our afternoon in the clouds, and Louise brought along a camera bag. The skies were clear, and the three of us were all smiles as we left terra firma. Soon we were coasting at about five thousand feet and enjoying the view. The conversation had mostly been about how Bob and I had gotten interested in owning a plane. It was a little bit of a deviation, then, when Louise brought up the subject of the infamous “mile high club.” We all admitted that we had yet to become members.
“That's just ideal,” Louise gleefully commented. “I was kind of hoping … I mean, I really was looking forward to an afternoon off the ground. But when I saw the two of you, I thought, well, why shouldn't we have some fun in the cockpit?” Well, she had two cocks in that cockpit that were ready to help her achieve her ambition.
Before we could say much more, Louise was undressing. She had the back two seats to herself, and plenty of room to spread out. The body she revealed was gorgeous and, judging from the way her nipples stood proudly up, aching for some attention.
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