“Lea,” Bonnie said, “you wouldn’t by chance have a dildo or a vibrator you could lend a friend, would you?”
Lea was almost as quick retrieving her sex toy from the bedroom as I had been fetching my camcorder. She didn’t want to miss any of the action either! Although my wife is very conservative when it comes to sex, she does have a vibrator, which I bought her years ago. She often brings herself off with it during our lovemaking. I find it a real turn-on to watch her play with herself.
Bonnie took the vibrator, turned it on, and slid the pulsating toy easily into her pussy with a faint slurping noise. Judging from her closed eyes and the beatific expression on her lovely face, she was in heaven. Periodically she squeezed her thighs together, then spread them wide.
“Kyle,” she breathed after a minute, “why not give me something to look at while I play with myself? Can you show me your cock?”
Lea pulled her hand out of her shorts and quickly said, “Let me help!” The next thing I knew, my gym shorts and underwear were being tugged down, and Lea pulled them off my feet and tossed them on the pile of Bonnie’s clothes.
At first, I was self-conscious about standing there with my hard dick in front of a stranger. But I got used to it quickly as Lea cupped my balls and stroked my cock while Bonnie watched. In moments, the model had picked up my wife’s pace and the vibrator was stabbing furiously in and out of her pussy. When Bonnie groaned and came, it took every bit of concentration I could muster not to come all over my wife’s hand.
After a minute, Bonnie opened her eyes and the two women exchanged a subtle nod. Lea went up to her new friend, then turned to me. “Kyle, another of your fantasies—most men’s, for that matter—is to see two women make love. Well, Bonnie’s ready to show me the pleasures of another woman’s tongue.”
I almost came even without any hand on my dick. Lea never pressured me to eat her out. I think she enjoyed it but didn’t want to ask out of fear that I might demand an equivalent favor, which was something she never did. Now Ms. Conservative was asking another female to lick her pussy!
Bonnie slid off the chair to kneel in front of Lea, who now propped her left foot up on the chair seat to give the other girl easier access to her crotch. The model brought her head forward, and Lea immediately began to groan as a talented tongue worked up and down her slit.
Distracted as I was, I made sure to tape every second of the action, even zooming in on Bonnie’s mouth. Lea’s face was a picture! I’d never seen her so absorbed in sex. She ground down on the probing tongue, letting out small squeals.
Within minutes, she was coming. In fact, that’s putting it mildly. She fucking orgasmed beyond all orgasms. She’s not a screamer, but she almost screamed. Her hands pushed the back of Bonnie’s head to dig her tongue deeper during the final spasms of her climax.
As Lea fell back, still panting heavily, Bonnie wiped her mouth and smiled at me. And that’s when she said it: “Kyle, come fuck me. Come stick your hard cock into my pussy!”
Speechless, I looked at Lea, who, to my astonishment, nodded approvingly. “That’s another part of the birthday present, honey,” she said breathlessly. “Go ahead and see what another pussy feels like.”
I set the camera on a chair and walked up to Bonnie, who got on all fours and turned her back to me, waiting to take it doggie-style. Too frantic to bother with preliminaries, I got down behind her and shoved my dick into her tight, damp slit. God, it felt good! I pumped furiously, my balls slapping against her with each stroke. Lea reached between my legs and fondled them as I slid in and out.
I would like to be able to say that I held out for twenty or thirty minutes, but the truth was that the previous events had made me much too hot for that. I spurted too quickly, although my orgasm seemed to last forever, and it felt like I was draining myself right down to my toes. In the middle of it, Bonnie cried out as she also came. When I pulled out of her, my come dribbled out of her pussy, making a puddle on the patio between her legs.
As I stood up, Lea came over and gave my balls a quick massage. “Don’t go away,” she said. “If you can get it up again, Bonnie has one last surprise for you. Fuck her mouth.”
I looked over at the sexy young woman, with my wife’s pussy juices smeared on her cheeks and my come dripping from her cunt. Oh, yeah, I would have no problem getting hard again! Bonnie crawled over to me until my already-twitching prick was directly in front of her face. She cupped my balls with her right hand and gripped my cock in the left, guiding it between her lips. It grew rapidly in her mouth, and she licked and sucked at it, no doubt tasting her juices on my shaft.
Lea had picked up the camera now and was recording what was happening. I held Bonnie’s face in my hands as I pumped in and out of her mouth, just as I had done with her pussy, only this time my balls were slapping her chin. And this time I lasted a lot longer—not because I was any less excited, but because I had already emptied what felt like a bucket of come in her only a few minutes before.
Even so, it was only about ten minutes before I groaned and shot again. I heard Bonnie gurgling contentedly as she continued to suck on my cock, gulping down every drop of thick jism.
When I was finished, I almost collapsed in exhaustion. My sweet wife came up to me and threw her arms around my neck. Smiling over at Bonnie, she said, “Now tell me this wasn’t the best damn birthday present you’ve ever had!”
Bonnie wiped my come from her lips, smiled back at her, and said, “Oh, yes, it was lovely, darling, thank you!”
It seems it was Bonnie’s birthday, too. Imagine!
—K.R., Albany, New York
For Her Afternoon Fantasy, She Knows What She Needs: A Truck, a Toy—and Him
I fantasized about you this afternoon. I was sitting in the passenger seat of your semi. Nothing on from the waist down. You’d given me a new toy and wanted to watch me use it. The seat was lowered a bit, and I had my legs spread, one foot up on the dash. I was caressing my glistening pussy—so wet whenever I’m near you or think of being with you.
Now you’re talking dirty to me, telling me what you’re going to do with me when you stop the truck. But not yet. You say you want to watch me first.
You tell me to slide a finger into my pussy. I do it. Anything for you. You say to use the toy. I turn it on and rub it against my clit. Then I slide it inside myself. You want to see better, so you lift the arm of my chair and have me turn toward you. My legs spread, pussy facing you. You watch me with the toy awhile, talking dirty.
I want to come so bad! You caress my legs, slide your hand up, and take the toy from me. Wanting to know how wet I am, you slip your fingers inside me. I moan. Your fingers fuck me as I rub myself, faster and faster. I moan louder, “Oh, yes!” I come hard, all over.
Finally you pull the truck over and take me in back. You undress and lie back on the bed. I kneel and take your cock in my mouth. “Mmm! my cock,” I mumble.
“Yes,” you say, “that’s your cock. Take it!”
I take it happily, my lips sliding up and down the shaft, my tongue caressing the head, sucking you in, tasting you. I love sucking your cock, especially when you talk dirty to me. Oh, now you’re grabbing my hair as you push my head up and down on your cock.
“Oh, yes, baby,” you groan, “you know I love it when you suck me.”
I grab your ass, forcing you deeper into my mouth. You come—ah, I love your taste. Don’t want to miss a drop. I lick my lips. But I’m not done yet. I want more. I climb on top of you. Your cock slips right into my wet pussy. God, yes, that’s it!
This is where I want to be, right here, with you inside me, grinding myself against you, feeling you so deep in me. You grab my tits and thrust upward. I feel like I’m going crazy. I clench my teeth and moan, “Oh, yes, fuck me! God, yes!”
You say things to me that help get me to the zone. You have me. You have me in the zone. Where nothing in the world matters for that moment. For that moment it’s me and you and nothing else. My body is filled
with tingles, and I explode all over you. Can you feel my pussy tighten around you? Can you feel my juices dripping down?
You turn me over and get me from behind. You ram your cock into me. “Oh, yes, fuck me harder!” I gasp. “Oh, God, fuck me hard!”
You pull my hair as you watch your cock glide in and out of my pussy. You can’t stand it anymore. You have to come again. Your juices shoot halfway up my back. You come harder than I ever remember.
Moaning, we collapse. And lie there together, breathing heavily, just being there, together, in that place, in that zone.
—T.O., Richmond, Virginia
He Was a Rising Executive, and She Was the Boss’s Secretary. Do the Math!
I am an executive at a large energy company. A month ago I received a promotion that moved me to corporate HQ in Chicago.
Needless to say, what with looking for a house, moving, and unpacking and getting settled, there was a lot of stress, which took a toll on my sex life. My wife, Ellen, and I are very much in love, but over the years all the moves, plus the fact that I tend to pour myself into my work, have taken a toll on our romantic encounters.
I had only been working in the new office for a short time when my boss called a Friday-afternoon luncheon meeting for all department heads. I got there early and was making some obligatory small talk with coworkers when I noticed a lovely creature walk through the door. To say she was a knockout would be putting it mildly. I asked the guy I was talking with who she was.
“The boss’s secretary,” he said. “But don’t bother, buddy, she’s as cold as ice.”
Hmm, I thought, maybe we’ll see about that.
He also said she was married, which didn’t make me feel any better. As she moved about, setting up the lunch, I noticed her even more. Her beautiful breasts jutted out enticingly, and her shapely legs were even more inviting. She was wearing a very professional dark business suit. Though it was cut conservatively, it did little to hide a fantastic body.
As I made my way around the room, I found myself watching her even more, thinking what she might be like in the sack. Then it was time to eat. As I sat down, I noticed her looking my way. Was that a smile I saw cross her gorgeous lips? But then I thought she was probably looking at someone else, so I forgot about it.
As I was leaving the conference room after the meeting, Henry, my boss, asked me to come to his office for a few minutes. We rode the elevator up to his floor and were walking into his office when I spied her again.
“Jake,” Henry said, “have you met Lauren?” As I shook her hand and said what a pleasure it was to meet her, I gave her hand a squeeze. She laughed and squeezed back, definitely giving me a smile this time. I felt myself growing erect, though all she had done was shake my hand and smile at me.
Henry took me into his office. As we talked about my job, I was overcome with thirst and asked if I could get something to drink. He picked up the phone and asked Lauren to bring in some water and soda.
When she came in, she had removed her jacket. As she walked over to the desk, I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She was truly a sensual creature, exuding sexuality and confidence. I thought that her husband must be a very lucky man.
As I left his office, Henry mentioned he was throwing a party the following Friday and hoped my wife and I would come. He said he would send out an e-mail with the directions.
Friday night, Ellen and I arrived at Henry’s around eight. It was a big party, with over a hundred people. Henry’s wife welcomed us to their home. She said everyone was out back by the pool, relaxing or swimming. We headed back, and I introduced my wife to people I knew from work. We were chatting with another couple when I spied Lauren. She was wearing a seductive sundress that enhanced her lovely features and clung to her every curve as she walked.
Not wanting to be too obvious, I suggested to Ellen that we get a drink. As we made our way to the bar, we “happened” to run into Lauren! She was with a tall young man she introduced as Mike, her husband. I introduced Ellen, and we chatted for a few minutes.
Ellen and Mike hit it off immediately, and were off on current events. Ellen is a news freak, always glued to the cable news channels. As they jabbered away, Lauren leaned over to me and whispered, “I can’t believe there’s someone else like Mike! All he does is watch the damn TV news.”
I took a chance. “If I had you around the house,” I whispered back, “I would do a lot more than watch TV.”
She gave me a little smile and said, “I’m thirsty. Can we get something to drink?”
“Sure,” I said. Ellen and Mike were deep in conversation about Iraq or some damn thing and hardly noticed us head for the bar. I ordered beer, Lauren some red wine. Once we got our drinks, we found a place by the pool and sat down. She crossed her legs, causing her sundress to ride up, exposing her shapely thighs. I couldn’t help staring. I had to force myself to look away.
“Tell me,” Lauren said, smiling again, “were you looking at me the other day in the conference room?”
I blushed and stammered, “Well, yes. I couldn’t help myself. I mean, you’re too gorgeous for words, and the way you were wiggling and strutting around the table, I couldn’t keep my eyes off you.”
“I thought so,” she said in a matter-of-fact tone. For a moment, I thought she was going to get up and walk away. Instead, she said, “I noticed you when I walked in, and was hoping to catch your eye.”
Encouraged, I told her what the man I’d been talking to had said about her being an iceberg. She threw back her head and laughed.
“That’s just what I want them to think,” she said. “I didn’t get where I am by putting out for just any stiff dick in the company. I am very, very selective.”
“I see,” I said, even more encouraged. “And what about your husband?”
She shrugged. “Most nights he falls asleep in his chair watching TV. I get tired of trying to lure him to bed.”
“Well,” I said boldly, “like I said before, if you were my wife, TV would be the last thing on my mind.”
Lauren squeezed my arm. “I think that would be wonderful,” she murmured.
I glanced around. Ellen and Mike were still talking. “They must be trying to change the world,” I said to Lauren. “Would you like to get something to eat?”
She said sure, and we got up and went into the house to the buffet table. Almost everyone was still out by the pool, so the dining room was mostly deserted. As we selected our food, I felt Lauren pressing against my arm. The smell of her hair was intoxicating.
The beer I’d drunk exerted its claims, so I excused myself to go to the bathroom. I found one down the hall, and had just finished taking a piss when the door opened. Lauren walked in. She smiled and said, “Please, don’t think too badly of me, but I just had to be here with you.” As I started to put my cock back into my pants, she cooed, “Oh, please, don’t do that. Let me see you.” With that, she reached out and wrapped her hand around my dick.
Here I was in my boss’s house, with my wife outside talking to the husband of this incredible woman who was now holding my penis in her hand. “Aren’t you afraid of getting caught?” I whispered.
“By whom?” she replied. “If someone knocks on the door, just say it’s occupied.” She squeezed my cock harder, then started stroking it. “Mmmm,” she moaned. “I love holding a man’s cock. And it’s been so long.”
I pulled her to me and kissed her. Her lips parted, and my tongue found hers, flicking softly over it. I nibbled at her lower lip and sucked it into my mouth. She pressed against my chest and kissed me back, hard, her hands sliding around my neck. I held her close, kissing her deeply. As we continued to kiss, she slid one hand down to my still-exposed cock, stroking it again. It grew harder by the second. “Ever since I saw you, I knew I had to have you,” she whispered. I looked into her eyes and said I felt the same way, and had been fantasizing about her all that time. She knelt and rubbed the head of my cock over her gorgeous lips. I was fully erect by now, and as
she slid my cock slowly into her hot mouth, I felt her tongue rolling over the head, flicking it softly, then sliding down the underside of the shaft all the way to my balls. Ohmygod, she was incredible! She obviously loved to suck cock, and she was damn good at it!
Her throat relaxed, allowing me to slide all the way down it. As she worked up and down my shaft, I watched her massaging her breasts and pinching her nipples. She picked up the pace of her sucking—and her massaging and pinching. I rocked back and forth, holding this hot woman’s head in my hands and fucking her throat, my cock sliding in all the way to my balls. She moaned around my dick, as if begging me to come down her throat.
My head was spinning, and I couldn’t hold back. My balls tightened, and I was squirting hot come in her throat. She gulped it down and kept sucking, draining my balls. When she released me, she stood up slowly, licking her lips. She pulled my head down and kissed me, sliding her come-covered tongue into my mouth so that I tasted my jism.
My hands cupped her ass, pulling her closer to me. She moaned as I squeezed her butt. Suddenly I lifted her up and sat her on the vanity. “What are you going to do to me?” she said, breathless.
“I’m going to fuck you right here in the bathroom,” I said, raising her dress.
“God, yes!” she gasped. “Let me have your wonderful cock. It’s been so long.”
I pushed her dress all the way up and slid her soaked panties down and off. Her pussy glistened with wetness. I scooted her to the edge of the counter and hooked her legs with my arms. She leaned back against the mirror and spread herself wide.
I moved forward and rubbed my rising erection against her clit and wet pussy lips. Moans escaped her as my cockhead slid between her lips. I pulled it out and spanked her clit with it. She jerked with each touch.
“Quit teasing me,” she purred. “I’m so ready now. Oh, God, please fuck me! I want your cock so bad!”
I slid the length of my cock into her with one hard plunge. My balls hit her ass as I slammed my dick repeatedly in and out of her. Soon she was gasping, “Ohmygod, I’m coming!” She wrapped her legs tightly around my waist and arched her back to draw me even deeper in her. She moved with me, meeting my every stroke, riding my cock.
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