Amy took Will's hand and pulled him close to her. She looked at his erection and said, “I'm sorry you don't have a girlfriend here to take care of this for you. Maybe my husband will be understanding and let me give you some relief.” With that, she started to rub and pump his penis.
“What are friends for?” I said, and the next thing I knew, Amy had Will's dick in her mouth. She massaged his balls and squeezed the base of his cock as she deep-throated him, plunging down on his cock until her face was buried in his pubic hair.
With the cock still in her mouth, Amy guided him onto the bed. He lay back, and she draped herself over him to continue her repast, licking him with long, wet swipes of her fast-moving tongue. I took off my clothes and joined them on the bed. Pulling off Amy's panties, I positioned myself on my hands and knees and started to lick her pussy.
After just seconds of this, she stopped me, looked me in the eye and said, “Fuck me.” I got off the bed, and she took Will back into her mouth. Standing on the side of the bed, I entered her. Her pussy was so wet, it was as though she'd already come. I worked my hard dick in and out of her. Amy moaned with Will's prick in her mouth. It was the sexiest thing I'd ever heard in my life. Within seconds I had the most powerful orgasm of my life and pumped a quart of come into her slit. Then Will came. Amy opened wide to show me that her mouth was full of his spunk, then drank it down in one big swallow.
For the next ninety minutes or so, I came a total of four times. Amy was unbelievably excited and had over a dozen orgasms. Will also came several times. When we were all too tired to go on, Will excused himself, saying he had to meet some people, and left.
That night at dinner, Amy and I were surprisingly quiet about what we'd done. We headed back to our hotel and went to bed early. I lay there thinking about the events of the afternoon. I gave my wife a good-night kiss and told her I'd had a really great day. Amy rolled into my arms, and we made intense love—a remarkable thing, considering we'd already fucked ourselves to exhaustion that afternoon. I don't know how many orgasms Amy had, but again, it was definitely in double figures.
On the last day of our vacation, we ran into Will. I asked him to meet us later that night for a farewell drink. We met him about nine o'clock and had several rounds of zombies. We left him in the bar about eleven o'clock, and started back to our room. On the elevator ride up, I asked Amy if she wanted me to ask Will to spend the night with us. She gave me a big kiss as the elevator opened on our floor, and said yes. I gave her the room key and said I'd be back shortly.
Will was still in the lounge, and when I whispered in his ear what Amy wanted, it took him less than a second to pay his bill and leave with me.
When we got to the room, Amy was completely nude, waiting for us. That night was incredible! We tried every position we could think of. Hardly a minute went by that didn't find Amy with a cock pumping into some part of her body. But the best was yet to come.
At one point I went to the bathroom. When I returned, Will was eating Amy out. I sat in a chair and watched them. Amy motioned for me to join them, but I just wanted to sit and observe. When she realized this, she put her head back, closed her eyes and really started getting into being eaten. She ran her hands madly through Will's hair and rotated her hips, thrusting hard against his mouth.
When she was very worked up, Amy pulled on his shoulders and told Will to fuck her. He kissed her and slid his cock into her, then fucked her with powerful thrusts. As she got closer to her climax, she put her hands on his ass-cheeks and drew him deeper into her. Her whole body tensed up as she worked her hips in a frenzy, biting her lip and grunting.
Her legs were bent at the knee and raised slightly in the air. I noticed something for the first time, something that I've since come to love watching while she fucks: her feet. Her toes were curled, and when she had her orgasm, they immediately uncurled. With every spasm of orgasm, the toes would curl, then straighten back out again. I'd fucked her hundreds of times, but had never seen, nor paid any attention to, her feet during her orgasms. (I guess I'd never been in a position to watch her toes while we fucked!) But finally seeing this was incredibly arousing.
Needless to say, I had become quite excited, and started to stroke my own cock. As I did so, I saw Amy looking at me. Will hadn't come yet, and was still fucking her. Amy started to say, “Come! Come! Come!” over and over again as she watched me masturbate. Will and I climaxed at about the same time. I couldn't believe how much I'd enjoyed masturbating while watching another man fuck Amy, but I most definitely did! When Will rolled off her, I immediately got on the bed and gave her a hug. I'd never felt closer to her than I did at that moment. We'd experienced sex in a way that most people only dream about!
Our lives haven't been the same since, and things just keep getting better. For the next couple of weeks we fucked incessantly. The sex was even more fantastic than what we'd experienced with Will. It's something we've come to expect: our sex is always better after we've had a threesome. As great as the sex is with a third party—especially Andy, whose huge cock belongs in a museum—it is even better after he's left. These are the times that Amy and I truly make love to each other. Our three-ways seem to recharge our desire for each other.
In the weeks following our first threesome, we had a number of open and honest discussions with each other about our sexual histories, fantasies and so on. Amy told me all the things about her past that I have already related on these pages. She told me about the vacation experience where she walked in on Cheryl fucking two guys at once, and how she'd always wanted to try it herself. She had been afraid to tell me, even after the Andy episode, because she was worried about what I would think about her wanting to fuck two guys at once. She admitted that the reason she enjoyed using a vibrator while involved in a 69 was so she could fantasize that another man was fucking her while she blew me.
We began to do things to and for each other that we'd never done before. Amy masturbated for me, using her vibrator or her fingers, and allowed me to masturbate her with any of the several dildos she owns. I also masturbated for her, and allowed her to jerk me off. I now believe that masturbating for your partner is one of the most intimate sex acts you can perform. If you think you have a good, solid relationship with your spouse or lover, try it and I guarantee you'll see at once what I mean.
It was during these honest talks that Amy told me about her experiences with all the big-dicked boyfriends of her past. I loved hearing about what she did with their large cocks. She admitted that, while she enjoyed sex with me, there was just something about sex with a really large cock that excited and sexually pleased her like nothing else could. She likened it to my fetish for garter belts, only her fetish involved large penises. I knew it took a lot of trust in me, and in our relationship, for her to admit that the ultimate sexual pleasure she could experience was also a pleasure I could never provide her with. It would always have to involve another man, and that man would have to be built like a thoroughbred.
As our cleaning lady Millie said when she first learned of our wild sexual side, Amy and I are lucky to have found each other. My wife's lust for a large penis dovetails perfectly with my desire to watch her with another man. I love her more than I can describe, and have no intention of denying her the pleasure of a large cock—as long as I can watch.
THANKS FOR SHARING
It's nothing short of a dream come true. He's seen her do it with men she used to know, and he's seen her do it with men she's just met. But how will our favorite voyeur react when he sees his wife sucking off his best friend? Why not ask him? After all, he's the one who set the whole thing up!
The Wife Watcher confessed to his beloved wife Amy that the biggest thrill of his life was spying on her pleasuring herself with the huge cock of another man. Having thus broken the ice, he and Amy quickly proceeded to threesomes, mutual masturbation, sharing each other's secret fantasies—in short, to a complete sexual rebirth for the two of them.—The Editors
Folks, what we'
re talking about here is pure, erotic, lusty sexual pleasure. Frankly, I think it takes more love and trust on my part to allow Amy to be with any man she wants than to deny her this pleasure. It's like the old saying: If you set something free and it doesn't return to you, it was never yours in the first place. I trust my wife, and have faith in her and in our relationship. I know that no matter with whom she goes to bed, or how big his cock is, she will still love me and never leave me.
As you can imagine, after our experience with Will in the Bahamas we were both hot for our next threesome. We knew we were going to do it again—it was only a matter of deciding who the lucky guy would be. I picked up a few swingers magazines at an adult bookstore Amy and I frequent. It was an eye-opener for us to see pictures of women in bed with two, and sometimes even three or four men. And some of those cocks! Amy's mouth was watering just thinking about settling down around one of those giant pillars.
We talked about other men she could fuck, although we both knew it was our friend Paul she wanted. Still, we were afraid to ask him because we didn't know how he would react. What if he refused? What if he told his wife Barb, who is Amy's closest friend? Barb often talked to Amy about Paul's enormous cock, but did that mean she wanted my wife to share some of her good thing?
We wondered how we would go about getting Paul into bed with Amy. The obvious answer was suggesting a foursome with Paul, Barb, Amy and me, but I balked at that because I'm not sexually attracted to Barb. Besides, I mostly wanted to watch Amy in action with a well-hung stud. I didn't need another woman in the picture. Seeing Amy with a huge penis in her cunt would be all the arousal I could handle.
We decided to approach Paul honestly and directly. I knew, from many of our man-to-man talks, that Paul thought Amy was a fox. He loved her fleshy C-cup tits, as his own wife's breasts were tiny. I also knew that Paul was dying for a good blowjob. It was hard to believe that his wife didn't like going down on him. Shit, if Amy were married to him, I know she'd have his enormous pole in her mouth three or four times a day!
Amy and I talked all winter long about seducing Paul, and it really added spice to our sex life. “That's Paul's dick in your pussy,” I'd say when I was fucking her. “Paul's great big cock is stretching your cunt wide. He's fucking you so deep you can almost feel it in your throat!” But it wasn't until spring that we finally made our move.
One weekend Barb went out of town with her sister for a few days. Paul called us on Saturday and invited us over to spend the day with him in his Jacuzzi. Amy is a great cook, so she offered to make dinner for the three of us later on. We didn't have a plan as to how we were actually going to seduce him, but we were determined that it would be now or never.
We went to Paul's place and hung out in his Jacuzzi, making jokes and kicking back. There was a lot of flirting going on between Amy and Paul, and between me and Amy, and it kept the energy high all afternoon. Amy made a fantastic dinner, and we drank a couple of bottles of wine and got very loose by the time she put dessert, a delicious raspberry torte, on the table.
“This dessert is fantastic,” Paul said to her.
“Thanks, but my husband did most of the work,” she told him.
“Well, guys, just put it on my bill,” he said, innocently enough. Amy started laughing uncontrollably. Paul asked why she was laughing, and she blushed, but I explained it to him. Whenever I do Amy a favor, she says, “That deserves a blowjob,” and usually follows through on the offer. When there's no time, or the place isn't right for oral affection, she says, “Put it on my bill.”
After that, we tossed around the phrase pretty loosely and had a good laugh every time it came up. At about nine o'clock that night, we were all in the Jacuzzi. Paul got out to freshen up everyone's drink. When he returned, Amy took her drink and said with a smile, “Just put it on my bill.”
“Gladly,” Paul replied.
“Are you serious?” she asked. Paul didn't say a word—I don't think he knew how to respond. “Well,” Amy continued, “I think it's high time I started paying off some of these debts.” And with that, she draped her hand over his swimming trunks and fondled his penis.
Paul looked at me, and I said, “I don't think she's kidding.” My own cock was hardening magnificently with the prospect of watching Amy go to work on Paul's big tool—or better yet, the prospect of the three of us having a nice, intimate orgy. Amy pulled on the waistband of Paul's trunks and yanked them down. She started to stroke his turgid cock-flesh with her hand, getting him hard. His penis grew to the size of a nightstick.
“Do you still doubt that I'm serious?” she asked Paul.
He looked at her, then at me, then shrugged his shoulders, leaned back and prepared to enjoy the ride.
“You're about to get the best blowjob in the world, buddy,” I said excitedly, pulling off my swim trunks and taking my fully erect cock in hand. “It's all right with me. That is, as long as you don't mind if I watch.”
“I … don't … mind,” Paul groaned as Amy took his shaft between her lips. He quickly got into the spirit of things, and stood up in the Jacuzzi as she started to suck him. I thought his dick was already erect, but it just kept getting bigger and bigger. By the time he was completely erect, it was longer than any cock I'd ever seen in an X-rated flick. Believe me, Paul could've been a star in that field! He worked his hips in a circular motion and fed my wife all the meat she could handle. I watched, amazed, as the knob of his prick popped down her throat again and again, and all fourteen inches of his man-rod disappeared in her mouth. Later on, Amy told me that for a few minutes even she wasn't sure if she'd be able to handle a hose that big. But she met the challenge with her usual enthusiasm and slutty vigor, slathering up and down his enormous pole, pumping it, stroking it and burying it down her throat until her nose was doing a dance in Paul's pubic hair.
After about ten minutes he stopped her momentarily, took her swimsuit off and put his hands on her tits. Amy kissed him and said she wouldn't go any further unless he promised her something. When he asked what it was, she replied, “I love sucking your cock, but I really want you to fuck me soon. Promise me you'll never tell your wife about any of this, all right?”
“It's a deal,” Paul answered. “But please, do this for a little while longer.” He eased Amy down into the water again so that she could resume sucking his cock.
“You want me to make you come, is that it?” she asked.
“I think you're going to make us both come,” I offered, pumping my cock wildly as Amy slid her mouth back onto Paul's club. It didn't take her long to get results. Less than a minute later Paul pulled out of Amy's mouth, stood back and fired a load onto her cheeks that could've filled a coffee mug. I followed suit almost immediately, standing between them and stuffing my cock into my wife's mouth just in time for her to drink my brew.
Paul, far from being spent, was in high gear. Amy was still gulping my batter when he said to her, “Let's go into the bedroom. I've been dying to fuck your sweet little pussy for years, and I can't wait another second.”
We practically tripped over each other heading for the bedroom. And the rest, as they say, is history. We fucked for several hours, went to sleep, and picked up where we left off the next morning. The sex was even better than I had hoped for. I'd watched my wife fuck other men from a distance, and I'd been there with her during our threesome with Will. But this—well, this was too good to be true. Paul had so much cock that Amy was like a kid in a candy store. She didn't know whether to sit on it, take it doggie-style, have him fuck her between the tits or just cram it down her throat some more. Thankfully she didn't have to choose. She did them all, and with gusto! Although I fucked her mouth and pussy, and ate her out much of the time, my greatest pleasure was watching her in action with Paul's big whale of a penis.
When I'd watched her fuck the big dick of her ex-boyfriend Andy, I'd heard her yelping and gasping. But with Paul, she screamed and bleated and growled. “Oh, God, yes! Fuck me, you son of a bitch! Give me that fu
cking monster!” I don't think my cock went soft that entire weekend. And as for Paul, well, he had a look on his face like he'd died and gone to heaven. At one point he actually got up and closed the bedroom window so that his neighbors wouldn't hear Amy's cries of pleasure.
Since then we've met with Paul about ten times for sex—always when his wife is well out of range. It gets better every time and, of course, I am continually treated to the spectacle of my wife blowing, fucking, humping and pumping a big-dicked man. What's really amazing is the way Paul has changed. He's really opened up, and has begun to reveal his own fantasies and fetishes to us.
Paul's main fetish is the same as one of mine: he loves seeing women in lingerie. He had a birthday several months after we started our threesomes with him, and we helped him celebrate. Amy dressed up in a garter belt and stockings, and showed up at his door as his birthday gift one night when his wife was working late. Paul's eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw what she was wearing. He'd never seen a woman in a garter belt before, not in person anyway, and he went crazy over her outfit.
That night Paul let us know that one of his favorite things was for Amy to sit on his face and have him eat her out, while she rubbed both her bare skin and her nylons against his face. She did so, and the results were explosive. He ate her pussy and sucked her tits until she was going wild herself, having little orgasms and juicing profusely every time he made contact with her body. When it came time for the fucking to begin, Paul was so keyed up he literally ripped Amy's panties apart with his hands and slammed his cock into her with one fantastic thrust. Keep in mind that Paul's cock is fourteen inches long, and you'll have some idea of how wet my wife's pussy was that night.
Since then, we have made it a point to indulge Paul's lingerie fetish. Amy now wears either a garter belt, bustie, teddy or, at the very least, a sexy bra-and-panty set whenever she sees him. Paul, for his part, has bought Amy many types of “naughties,” as he calls them, with the request that she wear a different item each time she shows up to enjoy his monster cock. Between what he and I have given her to wear over the past year, I'm sure that Amy now has the most extensive collection of lingerie in Florida.
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