Ultimately though, our relationship survived and even flourished. After that first crazy encounter, we became good friends with Roy and his colorful crowd. Despite the fact that my wife’s wildest sexual fantasies had been satisfied in that first orgy, she took great pleasure in repeating the experience in various combinations a couple of times a month. This pattern continued for several years until we were eventually transferred to another city.—T.C., Denison, Iowa
A WEEK WITH NO SEX LEADS THIS COUPLE DOWN THE ROAD TO SCREWIN’
Recently my wife Ashley and I were driving back from a weeklong holiday in Calgary, Alberta, Canada. We were visiting family and decided to stay with my brother and his wife to save money on hotels. Unfortunately we had to sleep on their foldout sofa bed. Ashley was afraid that someone might hear us fooling around, especially due to the fact that my brother’s room was only about fifteen feet from where we were sleeping, so I had to endure an entire week without sex of any kind. Ashley promised that she would make it up to me tenfold, but only if I quit begging.
The week passed by very slowly, but the last day finally came and we were on our way home. It was very hot the day we left and the air conditioner in the car was on the fritz. Ashley was wearing a sundress that had a slit traveling up the front. She had kicked off her sandals and had her feet on the dashboard of the car. As we were driving we talked about several things and the subject finally turned to sex.
At that point, just hearing the word “sex” come out of Ashley’s mouth was enough to make me come. She’s a beautiful lady with a killer set of eyes, a ripe, lush body and lovely breasts that never fail to turn me on when I see them. I began telling her how sexy she looked with droplets of sweat pooling in the cleavage and how I’d like to lick them clean for her. She told me to keep an eye on my driving as she didn’t want to the just because I was staring at her tits.
During our trip home, Ashley fell asleep and I began to dream about her having sex with another woman, a fantasy we’d both shared several times but had not yet fulfilled. When she finally woke up she noticed that I was beginning to fall asleep at the wheel. She asked if I wanted her to drive and I told her that I’d drive but she had to help keep me awake. Without any warning she opened her dress, exposed her tanned breasts and began massaging them seductively. “How’s this for an eye-opener?” she asked. She laughed and told me, “That should keep you awake for a while,” and then tucked them back into her dress.
We started talking dirty to each other, saying how horny we were getting after a week with no sex. She told me that it turned her on to see me get so excited every time I saw her breasts and that she feels very lucky to have a man who appreciates her so much. I told her that maybe she should show me how much she appreciates me.
With that she took out her breasts and began rubbing them, slowly kneading her tender tit-flesh. She threw her head back and began moaning softly while one of her hands made its way down to her exposed thigh and started moving up to her shaved pussy. But before she could go any further she noticed a truck up ahead of us, coming our way. She quickly tucked herself back into her dress and waited for the truck to pass.
“What are you doing that for?” I asked disappointedly.
She said, “I don’t want him to see me. It’s the middle of the day! He could see what I was doing right inside the car.”
“So what?” I asked. “What do you have to be ashamed about? It’s not like he’s going to turn around and come after us.”
I convinced her to start again and she did so quite willingly. Once again we saw a trucker coming at us from a distance. I kept saying to her, “Don’t stop! Let him see you. You know you want to, so keep it up.” I could tell by the look on her face that this was really exciting her.
When the eighteen-wheeler finally got to us I watched to see if the driver had noticed anything going on, but he was looking straight ahead and didn’t see the show Ashley was performing. We looked at each other and laughed. Ashley admitted that it really turned her on and that she wanted to try it again. Luckily for us we were on a busy highway and there were lots of trucks coming.
It was only a few minutes later when another truck approached our car. Ashley began her show all over again, only this time she completely removed her sundress and was wearing nothing but her panties. She began rubbing her breasts and moaning softly as she stroked her pussy through the material. As the tracker passed us I could tell that he had gotten a real good look. I could even see his brake lights go on in my rearview mirror.
We kept driving. Ashley told me that she always fantasized about exposing herself to a stranger and how incredibly horny it made her feel to finally be doing it. I couldn’t resist any longer and reached over to massage her breasts. They felt so good they made me wish that we were somewhere I could mount her and get the pressure off my balls. She then grabbed my hand and stuck it between her legs, begging me to fuck her with my fingers.
I began rubbing her pussy through her panties and she began moaning and grabbing at my arm. “You’re going to have to get these panties off if you want me to do this right!” I said. With that she quickly stripped off her panties and threw them in the backseat. She then turned around to face me and quickly grabbed my hand, guiding it down onto her soaking-wet cunt. I slipped in two fingers easily and began stimulating her G-spot. She was moaning uncontrollably and was soon kneading her breasts and tugging at her hard, pointed nipples.
I told her to start rubbing her clit while I finger-fucked her. She loved all of this attention but unfortunately I still needed one hand to drive. She quickly came with my fingers inside of her but hungered for the intense clitoral orgasm that always sends her into screaming ecstasy. She pulled my fingers out of her drenched pussy and told me to undo my pants and pull out my cock, saying she wanted to watch me rub my cock while she stimulated her clit.
“I love to watch you jerk off,” she said as she rubbed her clit with one hand and cupped a breast with the other. As she frigged her clit and pulled her nipple it was all I could do to keep us on the road. It was then that I saw a white truck behind us getting ready to pass. I looked at Ashley and could tell that she didn’t notice as her eyes were closed while she neared orgasm.
As she got closer to coming, the truck began to pass us. The driver of the truck had no idea what was going on inside our car until he got right next to us. He looked over and saw my beautiful wife masturbating and pulling on her tits. He literally did a double-take and I could tell by the look on his face that he was very pleased with what he saw. Just as Ashley was about to get off, she started screaming “Oh my God, I’m coming.” She opened her eyes and let out a high-pitched squeal when she saw the stranger looking at her with a huge smile on his face. She was already coming and knew she couldn’t stop even if she wanted to.
She kept rubbing her pussy and screamed as her come spurted onto the already drenched seat. She then leaned back with her eyes closed and slowly caressed her nipples. The guy in the truck had to pull ahead or he would have been hit by a giant semi that was heading our way. He drove off and was out of sight in minutes. “He’s probably going home to jerk off,” said Ashley.
“I can’t believe you did that!” I said.
“Neither can I,” she replied. “It really turned me on. I’ve always wanted to do something naughty like that. It felt great.” My cock was harder than ever. She reached out and gave it a stroke, but we were pulling into a small town and Ashley wanted to put her clothes back on. As she reached to get her dress she took two fingers, rubbed her pussy with them and then stuck them in my mouth.
I needed to come right then and didn’t care where we were. Ashley convinced me to wait until we were out of town and said she’d make it worth my while. Since we were on a long, lonesome stretch of prairie road, it was kind of hard to find a place to park. We finally came across a picnic area in a valley just off the highway. I had already convinced Ashley to get out of her dress.
We jumped out of the car and ran around b
ack so she could sit on the trunk. She lay there and spread her legs. The inside of her thighs was dripping wet as I sank my tongue into her box. In a few moments she was coming all over my face, screaming as an orgasm rippled over her. Before her last spasm subsided I plunged my cock deep into her pussy and she accepted it fully with a deep moan. Ashley had several more orgasms before I was finally ready to blow a load myself.
I told her I was ready to come and she pushed me away and sank to her knees. She took my cock in her hand and pumped for all she was worth until I shot spunk all over. I didn’t think my orgasm was going to stop. When it finally did, Ashley licked my dick clean and started to laugh. I asked her what was so funny. She looked behind me and pointed to the white truck that had passed us. It was parked in the trees about a hundred yards away. The guy was sitting in the cab staring at us and it was obvious that he was jerking off. We figured he must have stopped there before we arrived to relieve himself as well.
All of a sudden Ashley got a mischievous look in her eyes and said, “Watch this …” Then she sat back on the edge of the trunk. She stared at the guy and stuck two fingers into her twat while he watched. After a few seconds the guy in the truck closed his eyes and shuddered. From the looks of it he must have shot his load all over the steering wheel. When he was finished Ashley got up, waved good-bye to him and hopped back into our car.
“What did you think of that, honey?” she asked.
I couldn’t speak. I just smiled and the two of us drove off laughing.
She stayed naked until we got just outside of the city, teasing me and talking about what the guy in the truck must be thinking right now. When we got home we fucked like rabbits.
The next morning I asked what had gotten into her during the trip and she said she didn’t know. The only explanation she could give was that she was really horny and exposing her body to the looks of complete strangers was something she had always wanted to try.
Since then we’ve spoken a lot about fulfilling some of our other fantasies. Now we’re looking for another woman to join us in our adventures. Who knows what will happen next? Maybe someday we’ll find someone special and the three of us can take a road trip together!—Name and address withheld
Girl Meets Girl
A SECLUDED CABIN, A LITTLE WINE, A PAIR OF ABSENT HUSBANDS—IT’S GIRL-GIRL TIME
I was raised in a strict Catholic household, and until four years ago my sexual views and practices were pretty conventional. Then one day I decided to surprise my husband by participating in a threesome with a couple we knew. Well, that experience was an awakening for me, and it opened a Pandora’s box of need and desire that has changed me into a sexual tigress, always on the prowl for new partners and sexual variety. Let me tell you about my most recent adventure.
It started when my husband Danny and I went away to a remote cabin for a weekend with Steve, a coworker of mine, and his wife Rhoda. This was supposed to be just a friendly weekend away from the kids, in which all of us had only relaxation on our minds—but my cat-like senses told me there was some sexual tension in the air. Or maybe that was just wishful thinking.
When we arrived at the cabin and started to set it up, we soon realized that we had left all the food in the car, which was parked at the end of the access road, about a mile back. Danny suggested that he and Steve retrieve the food while Rhoda and I finished setting up the cabin. It didn’t take us long, and as we had discovered a forgotten bottle of wine in a cupboard, we sat around sipping wine and making conversation while waiting for the men to return.
It turned out that our backgrounds were very similar, and we seemed to hit it off quite well. As I drank more wine, I became less guarded in my conversation, and finally decided to blow Rhoda’s mind by telling her about my threesome, just to get a reaction. To my surprise, she expressed interest in my story, and even hinted that she had briefly entertained that same idea herself, but had dismissed it as aberrant behavior. At that point I sensed that she was ripe for some new experiences, and I didn’t hesitate to improve the opportunity.
I gave her every delicious detail of what had gone on that day, from my initial hesitation to my complete surrender to sexual pleasure. As I spoke I began—almost unconsciously at first, and men deliberately—moving my cool glass of wine over my hot, yearning breasts and swollen nipples, through my thin top, helping to stoke the fire I could feel rising in my pussy.
As I continued my tale, I noticed that Rhoda seemed to be loosening up. Once or twice she hesitantly brushed her own breasts with her fingers as my description became more detailed. One thing I mentioned to her was that I’d always wondered what a woman tasted like. I said I had felt another woman’s pussy, and had immediately understood why men enjoy cunt so much, but that I had been too nervous to actually taste it. Now, however, I had to admit I was curious.
At that point I decided to throw caution to the wind. I had been looking at the distinct shapes of her obviously stiff nipples as they pressed against her shirt, and now I asked her if I could feel her tits. She was extremely apprehensive, but I assured her I’d stop immediately if she felt the least bit uncomfortable. After a few indecisive moments, she acquiesced. At first I just ran my fingers gingerly over the slopes of her breasts, familiarizing myself with their contour while noticing how her nipples grew even stiffer in response to my touch. As her breathing started getting heavier I placed my hand inside her shirt. She jumped a little, and I withdrew until she relaxed again. Then I proceeded slowly to raise her shirt, fully appreciating the view of her lovely naked breasts as they were uncovered. Carefully I began to run my wine glass over them, which brought a smile to her face. I “accidentally” spilled some of my wine on her breasts, and immediately used my tongue to lick it up—so it wouldn’t stain her clothes, of course. By this time, between the wine and me, she was totally relaxed and beginning to get excited. She said she enjoyed the cool wine on her breasts, and would I mind doing that again. I did not have to be asked twice.
As I continued to play with one nipple while licking wine off the other, I suddenly felt Rhoda’s hands hesitantly removing my top. This made me hotter than ever. I reached down to my crotch and began to slowly massage my pussy through my tight jeans as I lay back, topless now, and let her explore my tits. For several minutes I reveled in her tentative touch and her gentle yet urgent inquisitiveness.
Finally I asked her to stand up with me, and then really began my campaign of seduction. I took her boobs in my hand and kneaded them, tickling her nipples until they stood straight out I then rubbed my own nipples against hers, eliciting a soft moan from her throat. As we slowly slid our breasts against each other, I nimbly ran my fingers over her exposed flesh, sending chills through my body and, I hoped, hers too. I asked her if I could undo her jeans, and when she agreed I slowly, tantalizingly, yet tenderly removed them, caressing her every step of the way. I saw that her panties were soaked, and I gently brushed my fingers over her crotch area. She responded by pressing herself against my hand, which I took as an obvious signal to continue. This slight display of desire on her part almost made me come. I was at such an elevated level of arousal that I knew I might have an orgasm at the slightest touch on my steamy twat.
To keep my mind off my importunate passion, I intensified my caressing of Rhoda’s breasts and crotch while kissing and licking her neck, her ears, and finally her mouth. I gave her a deep, long, soulful kiss, to which she immediately responded, to my delight.
Because we were so wrapped up in each other and in what we were doing, we hadn’t paid attention to how long it had been since the guys left. But by now they were back. My husband told me later that he and Steve had planned to sneak up on the cabin and pretend they were wild animals, to scare us. But were they surprised when they crept up to the windows and found that the wild animals were their wives! They stared, momentarily mesmerized by the scene unfolding before them. Danny said they had to keep double-checking with each other to be sure that it was indeed their own wives they
were watching.
At that point I noticed some movement outside the cabin, and realized it was our husbands being voyeuristic. On impulse I decided to put on a show for them, and began seductively removing the remainder of my clothes, and then masturbating like a porn star. I got so carried away that I almost forgot Rhoda was there, until she moaned and told me how hot I looked. She was not aware of the guys watching us through the window, and I didn’t see any reason to enlighten her.
Since we were both significantly aroused, I asked her if she’d consider granting me my one unfulfilled desire, by letting me taste her musky dampness. She acted hesitant, but I could see that by now she wanted it almost as much as I did. I reminded her that I was as much a virgin as she when it came to this. Then I kissed her lingeringly and began to move down her body, flicking my tongue over her’ breasts and down her stomach. Kneeling down, I pulled off her panties; but at first I bypassed her pussy and went straight to her inner thighs. Her legs got weak and she collapsed into the chair behind her. She was getting so wet I thought I might need scuba gear to fulfill my desire!
I couldn’t believe how turned on I was by her scent; I could finally understand why my husband said that pussy was the best perfume in the world. At first I lightly grazed her pubic hair with my face, allowing that scent to permeate my senses, then began rubbing my nose and cheeks into her wetness. I could tell that her diminishing apprehension was being replaced with a growing desire. Her hips rose slightly from the chair, and an almost inaudible moaning sound was coming from her throat.
Remembering the guys watching outside the window, I played the scene to the hilt, attacking Rhoda’s pussy with renewed vigor. Her juices ran freely, and I thirstily slurped up every drop I could get, though some of it ran down my chin. Then I carefully inserted two fingers into her vagina, to which she immediately responded with an undulating motion and a hoarse groan, which quickly rose in crescendo until she came so forcefully that I was convinced I would come just from her pleasure.
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