I drank up her liquid goodness as she wriggled around above me, coming down from her high. When she finally stilled, she slid down my body until she was lying atop me on the couch, and she remained there while we both dozed.
About an hour later, when we came to, we got dressed and Liza walked me to the door. She kissed me hard on the mouth before saying, “Thanks for coming, Sherry. I hope you had fun.” We both smiled, and I started out the door. Liza’s voice stopped me, however. “I guarantee we’ll have a lot more fun next time,” she shouted, “when all of the girls are here!”
My smile grew as I walked back across the lawn to my own house. I can’t wait for Liza’s next party!
—Ms. S.V., Indianapolis, Indiana
I Hid in the Closet and Watched My Wife Make Love to Another Man
There’s only one thing I find more exciting than making love to my wife, and that’s watching her do it with someone else. Believe it or not, it all started when I caught Michelle fooling around with a mutual friend of ours during a party at a neighbor’s house. After playing a couple games of pool with some of the guys while I thought my wife was chatting with the other women, I’d wandered upstairs and out onto the deck to catch some air. That’s when I spotted her and my good friend, Brett, making out in the hot tub.
Brett had his hands firmly planted on Michelle’s glistening breasts, which were barely supported by a tiny red bikini top. He was squeezing and kneading them and eliciting small moans from my wife while they French-kissed with what looked like unbridled lust.
My initial response to the situation was a feeling of jealousy, and it swelled up within my chest as I stared at the steamy scene. As I contemplated wading into the fray, I suddenly felt something else swelling up, this time a little further down my body. The longer I watched my nearly naked wife and friend kiss and caress one another, the harder my cock got—as hard as it’s ever been.
Retreating into the shadows, I set down my drink and started rubbing my engorged dick through my pants. I was absolutely amazed at how turned on I was from watching Michelle in the arms of another man. I felt like I should have been yelling and screaming in a righteous defense of our marriage vows, but instead, I simply stood there and watched, transfixed by the wicked sight of my beautiful wife getting it on with my friend.
However, my unexpected joy at stumbling onto this exciting new spectator sport quickly evaporated as Michelle soon pushed Brett away and gasped, “No! I can’t!” She climbed out of the tub and ran into the house, leaving behind two very disappointed men. Obviously, she hadn’t noticed me lurking there in the dark, but when her conscience got the better of her the following morning, she confessed to her naughty behavior. I reciprocated with my own confession.
“You were actually enjoying it?” she exclaimed, her brown eyes wide with astonishment.
I nodded matter-of-factly and reached out to stroke her long, silky brown hair. “Yes. I’m not sure why, exactly, but seeing you turning on another guy—and getting turned on by another guy—really excited me.” We stared at each other for a long moment, and then I made the bold suggestion that would forever change our sex life—for the better. “Would you be willing to do it again, with my blessing this time?”
She swallowed hard. “Have sex with another man while you watch?” It was obvious that she could barely believe I’d even suggest such a thing, but the tented front of my pants was testament to the fact that I meant every word I said. Her cheeks were flushed, so I could tell that the idea sort of turned her on, too. We talked it over for quite some time, and eventually, Michelle agreed to give it a try.
Though my wife and I had done a fair bit of experimentation during the course of our ten-year marriage, such as outdoor sex, role-playing, bondage, and the like, we had never before involved a third party. That taboo was shattered the very next weekend, however, when she brought home a man she’d picked up at a local bar.
We’d set it all up beforehand, so I was ready when she led him into the living room. As they started kissing under dimmed lights, I watched from a cracked-open hall closet door. The guy was tall and blond, with big, strong-looking hands that he couldn’t keep off my wife. Not that I could blame him. Michelle was sexily attired for the occasion in a tight crimson tank top, her jutting nipples practically poking through the thin, silky material in open invitation. In addition, a short black skirt showcased the bottom of her rounded ass and her long, supple legs, which were perched atop high-heeled shoes.
“Oh, James,” she cooed as the two of them collapsed onto the couch in each other’s arms. He responded by fondling Michelle’s tits as he leaned forward and slipped his tongue into her mouth. As their clinch tightened, she glanced over at where I was hidden, but my hands were too occupied to give her any kind of signal. I was completely naked, stroking my hardened cock with one hand while I pulled and twisted my aroused nipples with the other. The sight of my wife being groped and tongued by that big stud, coupled with the stark realization that they were minutes from having sex, turned me on beyond belief. I felt not a whit of jealousy, secure in the knowledge that Michelle was doing this for me, though I could tell she was enjoying herself, too.
My lust was then cranked up another couple notches when Michelle closed her eyes and moaned as James licked and bit his way up and down her slender, delicate neck. That affirmed the fact that she was enjoying the wild new experience as much as I was, though I no longer had any real doubt. Next, she slipped off the thin straps of her top and invited her young lover to ravage her luscious breasts. He ogled her heavy tits for a moment and then he cupped them in his hands before bending to take a rigid nipple between his lips and suck it hard.
“Oh, yes!” Michelle cried, her head lolling back on her shoulders as James sucked at her breast. Then he pulled back a little, shot out his tongue, and swirled it all over her ultrasensitive bud.
“Yes!” I hissed right along with my wife, vigorously pumping my cock in my fist as I reveled in the searing sex scene unfolding right there in my living room. James was bouncing his head back and forth between Michelle’s saliva-covered tits, thoroughly tonguing each nipple before taking it between his lips and giving it a good suck. Then he pressed her breasts together and ran his tongue back and forth across her hardened pink nubs in an obvious attempt to get them both into his hungry mouth at the same time.
“Fuck me!” Michelle eventually shouted, halting James’s worship of her breasts. “I want your big, hard cock in my cunt—now!” I knew that this command was as much for my benefit as it was for hers, because my wife knows how much I like hearing her talk dirty. Besides, she was way past the point of holding anything back, and so was James. Jumping to his feet, he tore off his shirt and then unbelted and unzipped his pants, which he pulled down and off with his shorts in one continuous motion. He stood nude right in front of my wife—and me—and I drank in the sexy scene to imprint it on my brain for recall in future jerk-off sessions.
James’s body was lean and hard, and his stiff cock jutted straight out from his big, heavy-looking sac. When he gripped his shaft and started stroking, I stroked my own dick as well, and we both watched as Michelle stood up and stripped off her top and skirt, leaving her bare except for a pair of black stiletto heels. Her shaved pussy was glistening with excitement under the turned-on-high lights, and in appreciation, I fisted my cock all the harder.
“Fuck me, James!” Michelle implored. “Fuck me hard with that long, thick cock of yours!” Her lover immediately complied, easing her down onto the soft carpet. Mounting her prone body, he nudged apart her legs with his knees and steered his steely cock toward her pussy. As I watched, my excitement growing by the second, he plowed his mushroom-shaped cockhead through her slick pink lips until he was part of the way inside her, and then she grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled him close, burying him to the hilt in her cunt.
I swallowed hard and blinked sweat out of my eyes as my hand urgently pumped my cock, my attention never once straying from the scorching s
ight of my Michelle getting fucked by another man. And it was obvious that she was loving every minute of it. She seemed especially pleased when James placed his hands on either side of her body and started churning his hips while sliding his cock in and out of her pussy, rapidly building up speed as he got more and more excited.
My hand went into overdrive on my straining dick as Michelle screamed at James to fuck her harder and faster while he pumped his hips in a frenzy and plowed into Michelle’s pussy with an animal-like intensity. “Fuck almighty!” he bellowed, the muscles of his sweat-slick body tensing up as he shot his heated load into my wife. Gripping his quivering ass cheeks, Michelle helped him pump her full of semen as she cried out with an orgasm of her own.
It was all too much for me. I applauded the pair’s sexual prowess and presentation by spurting thick ropes of sperm out of my balls and onto the floor. My legs shook as my cock blazed several volleys of come, until James collapsed, spent, in my wife’s arms. He gave her a sloppy kiss as his hips continued to slowly pump, his cock still buried deep within her cunt. He left a little while later, and Michelle and I celebrated by having a good, hot fuck of our own.
My wife now has a weekly routine of bringing a man home and having sex with him while I watch. Lately, I’ve been thinking of bringing up the possibility of her hooking up with another woman, or maybe even a couple. Whatever she is willing to try, I know for certain that the sights and sounds will be absolutely sensational.
—Mr. K.D., Rome, New York
A Bisexual Woman and Her Husband Strike Up a Friendship With a Sexy Brunette
After six years of marriage I can read my wife like a book, so when she returned home from an afternoon at the mall, the look on her beautiful face told me something out of the ordinary had occurred. “You’ll never guess who I ran into today,” she started, bubbling with excitement. “Lauren. She was in my sorority at college. And she’s even more beautiful now.”
In the next few minutes I learned that Christy and Lauren had met in the lingerie section of a department store while they were both picking out panties. My wife thought it amazing that Lauren, still single at twenty-six, had moved into the neighborhood four months ago and was living within easy walking distance of our house. “Oh, Paul, she is so hot,” Christy said dreamily. “And her ass. God, it’s just asking to be smacked.”
This last comment got me sitting up straight, because both my wife and I are into spanking in a big way. We get extremely aroused from having our butts warmed, and Christy, who’s had a number of flings with other women with my full blessing, enjoys turning an attractive female’s ass rosy red as much as, if not more than, she does mine. This was getting really interesting.
“I remember her initiation,” Christy was saying, “when she had to bend over and get whacked with the sorority paddle by each member. When it was my turn, I practically creamed my panties. I wanted to keep paddling that beautiful butt and then have wild sex with her.”
I was all ears as my wife told me that she had already set in motion a plan to do what time and circumstance had prevented her from doing years ago, and that was seduce the lovely Lauren. “I invited her to play in next Saturday’s football game,” she said. “And then I’ll take it from there.”
For the rest of the week I couldn’t stop thinking about the upcoming touch football game. Every Saturday in the fall, weather permitting, Christy and I got together with some of our friends and neighbors for a friendly but spirited game in the park. It was always fun, and with Lauren in the mix, it figured to be especially so.
The big day finally arrived, and there I was on the field, focusing more on Lauren as she ran around in her ass-hugging jeans and tight sweater than on the game itself. She was an incredibly hot, brown-eyed brunette with her hair tied back in a ponytail, and both Christy and I, more fleet of foot than usual, managed to catch her on quite a few occasions. Toward the end of the afternoon, with Lauren playing on our side, she dropped a soft, lazy pass that would have resulted in a winning touchdown. I looked at Christy, who was grinning from ear to ear, and I knew exactly what she was thinking. Girls who mess up on big plays deserve a good spanking.
Which is exactly what Lauren got when she came back to the house with us. Not right away, of course. First there were cold drinks all around and polite conversation, with Christy and Lauren reminiscing about their college days. Eventually, the talk came around to the game we’d played and how Lauren had dropped the ball, with Christy cleverly working in Lauren’s sorority initiation. The memory caused the beautiful brunette to blush.
She was quiet for a moment and then in a soft voice she said, “You know, I never told anyone, but getting paddled like that turned me on so much. And it’s played a large role in my fantasies ever since.”
Bull’s-eye! The look on my wife’s face was priceless. No sooner had she digested Lauren’s startling revelation than she was asking Lauren if she would like to make some of those fantasies come true. After Lauren shyly nodded her assent, Christy hustled her old sorority sister upstairs and into our bedroom—with me following close behind, of course.
Once there, Lauren emitted a few nervous giggles as Christy told her to lean over the bed with her hands braced on the mattress. Meanwhile, I retrieved our leather-covered paddle from the top shelf of the closet and handed it to my wife, who took a moment to admire her friend’s fabulous ass before delivering the first of what would be twelve solid blows to that inviting target. Lauren began squirming but made no attempt to escape as I unzipped my jeans and took out my throbbing cock.
I thought of all the times I had been in Lauren’s place, the gut-jumbling pleasure/pain that always enveloped me when my wife beat my ass, and how my cock always seemed a little bit harder when it was over. When the twelfth blow had been delivered, Christy ordered Lauren to straighten up and take down her jeans.
“More?” Lauren asked, her voice quavering. “I don’t know if…” Her voice trailed off as she pushed her jeans down to her ankles, but it was obvious that she did indeed want more. When she was again in position, now with only thin blue panties covering her bottom, Christy handed me the paddle and started to undress herself.
With my cock sticking out from my open fly, I picked up where my wife had left off, alternating between rapid whacks to one cheek or the other and more measured blows aimed directly on center. All the blows, however, were lighter than those Christy had administered, since Lauren’s ass was already tender and I knew from experience where to draw the line. Lauren shrieked but held her position, and I had no doubt that the crotch of her panties was wet with her arousal. I looked over at my wife, who was naked and playing with her pussy.
“You, over here,” I ordered, smiling. Christy moved quickly, immediately assuming the position her friend was in. At my urging, Lauren started to undress as I ran my fingers over my wife’s lush bottom, enjoying its firmness and smooth texture. I gave it a good smack with my open hand and she yelped, and then asked what had happened to the paddle.
I chuckled and told her to be patient, and then I took a minute to get out of my clothes. When I turned back to the bed I was presented with the magnificent sight of not one but two perfectly spankable bottoms. Picking up the paddle, I started with my wife, smacking her with exactly the force I knew she loved and craved. In no time her cheeks were blushing profusely, the red splotches in beautiful contrast to the creamy smoothness of her thighs. “Oh, it hurts so good,” she cried out.
Finally, I threw down the paddle and used my hands, first on Lauren, then on Christy, then Lauren again, then Christy. Going from one to the other, I delivered clean, crisp blows that had both women moaning with joy. When I stopped and worked my hands between their legs, I found two dripping-wet pussies.
With their bottoms blushing, the two women whimpered in appreciation as I stroked their cunts. Then, as I stepped out of spanking range, they crawled up onto the bed together and embraced, their arms and legs intertwining as they kissed. Soon enough they were lost in t
he pleasure of a 69, licking and sucking each other’s pussy. It wasn’t often that I got to see Christy with another woman, so I savored the sight while stroking my cock.
Christy came first, followed moments later by Lauren, and then they rolled apart. On their backs, they looked at me and grinned. With a crooked finger Christy beckoned me, and when I was close enough, both women reached out, each one grabbing an arm and pulling me facedown on the bed. As if it had been planned in advance, Lauren jumped up onto my back, holding me in place, as my wife began slapping my butt with the paddle.
Each swat sent waves of both pleasure and pain through me. Between grunts and groans I counted out the blows, something that gives Christy an extra thrill as she reddens my ass. By the tenth smack to my butt it felt as if I had backed into a well-heated oven. My cock, sandwiched between the mattress and my belly, was threatening to erupt.
Christy tossed aside the paddle after the fifteenth blow, and then she kissed my blazing buns as Lauren climbed off my back. Moments after I turned over, Lauren and Christy were tending to my achingly hard cock, one sucking it and the other licking my balls. I was tempted to let go, to shoot my come and watch them eat it up, but more than anything I wanted to fuck. As if reading my mind, Christy took her mouth off my cock and said, “Fuck us now, honey. We need your cock.”
I started with Lauren, who asked that I take her from behind so I could slap her ass. As I did her doggy-style, I gave her still-flaming butt a few good smacks. After a while I pulled out of Lauren and fucked my wife, also doggy-style, and also slapping her hot bottom a few times. I pumped into Christy until she came, and then I went back to Lauren and brought her to orgasm, somehow succeeding in holding off my own explosion.
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