I work for a large investment firm, and it was at the annual party that the event I'm writing about took place. It was a semi-formal affair, and Samantha wore a short, tight black party dress that set off her red hair and flawless white skin to perfection. She almost never wears a bra, and her pointy nipples showed plainly through the thin fabric of the dress. It hit her at mid-thigh, and I was amused at the number of longing stares she got from the men (and even some jealous ones from the women) viewing her skater's butt and magnificent legs.
About eleven o'clock, one of the vice presidents came to me and said, “Hey, the big boss is tanked to the limit, his wife has already left, and you got elected to get him home. He's on the couch just outside the ballroom door.”
I shrugged and went to get Samantha. We found Mr. Marshall sitting on the couch, staring stupidly at the floor, obviously drunk out of his mind. With my wife's help I got him to his feet, and we shuffled and staggered the almost dead weight of his six-two, two-hundred-and-seventy-pound body to our car. He muttered apologies all the way, and when Samantha slid in the front seat, he more or less fell in beside her. I lifted his legs in and closed the door, and we headed for his home, in a posh suburb.
Marshall stared bleary-eyed out the windshield, and we were silent for several minutes. Finally Samantha asked timidly, “Why do you drink so much?”
Ha laughed harshly, turned his gaze on her and said, “Because I have a ten-inch cock I can't get up anymore.”
He looked down to where her black dress had ridden up well past halfway up her thighs, her alabaster legs gleaming in the glow of the dash lights. Her heeled feet were on the drive-train hump, and I felt my heart quicken.
“There wuzh a time,” he slurred, “when seeing a pair of legs like that would have had me up like a steel pole.”
“Maybe you just need more inspiration,” I offered. “I bet Samantha could get you up hard.” I stared at the streets, afraid to look at my wife's expression.
“If she could, I'd make you a vice president,” Marshall said. There was silence for about twenty seconds as he continued to view Samantha's legs.
Then I said to my wife, “Pull your dress up to your waist,” my voice quavery with excitement. One of Saman-tha's fondest sex games is pretending she has to “take orders” from me, and I hoped she was in the mood. I felt her gaze on me, but I continued to look straight ahead. My cock lurched in my pants as she raised her butt off the seat and pulled her dress up around her waist, exposing all of her legs and her black bikini panties.
Still with my eyes on the streets as I drove, I grasped her left leg and draped it over mine, spreading her luscious thighs. My cock was rock-hard as I saw peripherally Marshall's meaty hands grasp her right leg and do the same. My shy wife was splayed lewdly to a total stranger, and I had to open my mouth to breathe. For several seconds my CEO stared at her spread legs.
Then I said quietly, “French him.”
Again I felt my wife's gaze on my face. Then she turned to the boss, who was kissing her intensely and pawing at her breasts as his tongue filled her mouth. I reached across with my left hand and slid the strap of her dress off her left shoulder, thrilling with perverse excitement as she moved her arm so I could slide the dress off her left breast. Marshall stopped his kiss to see what I had done, then drunkenly pulled the right strap off. Samantha leaned forward so the dress could slide to her waist, and I moaned softly with excitement at her cooperation. She was nearly naked now, with my boss staring lustfully in the semi-darkness at the white globes of her small bare breasts.
He lowered his face, slobbering and kissing Samantha's left breast, sucking her nipple as his thick hand covered her crotch. She had her eyes closed and her lips compressed, trying to stifle the smile that turned up the corners of her mouth. Marshall rubbed her panty-covered cunt, and her legs spread wider. He switched breasts, and I gasped as I saw her saliva-coated nipples and tit. I fumbled with my zipper to release my painfully swollen cock.
My boss lifted his face and said hoarsely, “Take off your panties,” as he unzipped his pants with fumbling fingers. Again my wife's face swung to mine and I stared at the road as I nodded twice almost imperceptibly. Again I had to breathe through my mouth as Samantha lifted her hips and slid her panties off, bringing her legs together to accomplish it. After she maneuvered the panties over her trim ankles and high heels, she dropped them on my aching member and splayed herself brazenly, as before—one leg draped over mine, the other over Marshall's.
As the CEO again Frenched my wife, his middle finger penetrated her hairy, oozing vagina. Samantha has a long slit with thick cunt lips, generously laden with scarlet hair. Marshall slid his fat digit in and out several times, then added a second finger as his mouth descended again on Samantha's boobs. She moaned, and her hips hunched in rhythm with him. Her right hand fondled a cock that at half-mast was longer and thicker than my good-size nail.
My boss added a third finger, and Samantha's heavy nectar filled the car. He lifted his face again from her tits, dripping with saliva, and said, “Suck me.” This time she didn't even look at me. When she lowered her face, her hair hid the act she was performing, but from the boss's moans and hunching, I knew he was getting a prime blowjob.
Half a minute later my wife rose up. I gasped at the appendage jutting from my boss's pants, and she breathed, “God!” Then he was shifting his bulk between her thighs, and her small hands grasped his magnificent tool. Her eyes were closed, and she smiled that compressed-lips smile. I watched with fascinated horror as the gigantic glans nudged against her juice-smeared lips. He thrust, and an “Ahhhh!” issued from her lips. He grunted and panted as his huge body levered his organ into her.
Each deeper thrust brought a sound of pleasure and fulfillment from Samantha, who is normally almost silent during sex. My cock drooled pre-come as the huge prick plowed deeper, spreading Samantha's twat as it had never been before. Cold shock washed over me as I realized that for the first time a cock other than mine was sliding into my wife's flowing channel. He was halfway in her, and she was clutching his biceps through his suit jacket as though she were drowning, her short nails digging into the expensive material.
I held the steering wheel in my left hand and Samantha's jackknifed left knee in my right, feeling as well as seeing each inch of that wrist-thick penis pierce her. His swollen cockhead was touching her where I never could. A loud moan escaped her lips as he held still, his immense prick in her to the hilt.
Marshall turned his sobered face to me, leering. “You were right, Stone. She got it up.” He chuckled. “And she got it in her hard. How does it feel, baby?”
Samantha looked at me. “It's the best ever.” My boss chortled and looked in her eyes. His voice went soft.
“I honest to God never thought anyone could get me up like that. Especially when I was drunk.” He turned back to me. “I guess it's the situation. I've never fucked a guy's wife with him sitting right beside me. Do you guys do this often?”
“It's the first time,” my wife said. Seeing me fondle my bricklike rod, she added, “But I'll bet it won't be the last.”
I moaned. Marshall laughed, then fucked Samantha hard and deep, her legs jerking with each thrust. After a minute and a half, he panted, “I'm gonna come, Red. Should I pull out?”
“Why?” she asked, her eyes boring into mine. “I want it in me.”
My boss and I both moaned as his mammoth member spat huge gobs of semen in my wife's cunt. He gave six guttural cries. His semen dribbled down Samantha's crack and onto the seat.
Finally, he slid off her and collapsed against the door, his sticky dick trailing threads of sex juice. Samantha, her legs still splayed, leaned over and sucked the sticky stuff off. A minute later she straightened up, and my boss stuffed his saliva-filmed cock back in his pants.
“I expect my wife's getting her cunt filled by some young stud she found,” he reflected, then patted Samantha's thigh. “Can we do this again sometime?”
“Wh
enever you want,” she said, and I died a little inside. We dropped Marshall off at his mansionlike home, and I drove a few blocks before pulling over to the curb beneath some trees. Panting with desire, I said, “I need to fuck you.”
“Sure,” she said. “I haven't come yet.”
Instantly I was between her sticky thighs, my prick sliding effortlessly in her stretched, come-bathed pussy. I felt only minimal friction as I screwed her, but I came in a minute flat, the feeling of Marshall's warm, powerful jizz acting as an aphrodisiac. I rose up to kiss her as my limp prick came out of her.
“I still haven't come,” she said.
I slid onto the floor of the car, slid my fingers in her gaping quim and licked her swollen clit. I tasted Marshall's and my come. Then I finger-fucked her hard for a minute, until she came, thrashing and moaning. We held each other, panting, and she smiled impishly at me as she fondled my limp, sticky cock.
“I have a feeling you're in for lots of sloppy seconds in the future,” she said.
I kissed her. “As long as I get to watch,” I said. “Sloppy seconds might be the best fuck I've ever had.”
We knew this was a new beginning but had no clue how different the future would be. I'll tell more in future letters if my wife lets me.—T.S., Chicago, Illinois
HE DOESN'T MISS A BEAT AS HIS WIFE'S STUD GIVES A CRASH COURSE IN FUCKING
My wife and I are a professional couple in our thirties. After trying unsuccessfully to have children about eight years ago, we became immersed in our jobs and our sex life waned. My job in sales requires a lot of travel, and Sally's computer-programming job requires long hours. My getting out of shape didn't help. Sally, however, does aerobics and runs to burn off stress, and has maintained the tight body I fell in love with. She's five-seven, blond, with perfect 36D breasts. I always get a kick out of watching other men check her out.
About eight months ago a programmer named Matt joined Sally's firm. He immediately became known as quite a ladies' man. I would overhear Sally's girlfriends at work talk about Matt as if he were a god. For example, once I picked up the phone and found Sally's best friend, Beth, in the middle of telling her about the hot night she'd just shared with Matt. She sang his praises as a stud, well hung, able to fuck like a machine. The women were breathing heavily, and even I got excited. When Beth finished the story, to my surprise she egged Sally on to try Matt out for herself. (Apparently he hit on her quite often.) Sally said she just couldn't do that to me, despite our sexual lull.
Sally was very horny that night, and we ended up having sex. I was pretty horny myself from hearing Beth's story, and I came too quickly. Sally hid her disappointment, but masturbated later when she thought I was asleep.
Over the next few months Sally and I saw little of each other due to our busy schedules. When I did see her, though, I noticed she was dressing more provocatively than usual. I suspected some flirting with Matt, but said nothing.
A couple of months later we were invited to the wedding of a coworker of Sally's. We planned on making a romantic weekend of it at the lush downtown hotel where the reception was being held, to spend some time together. You can imagine our disappointment when I was called away the morning of the wedding. Then Sally's sadness turned to anger, and we had a big fight.
I stopped in at work before my flight and found that there had been an error. I was not to leave town after all. I rushed home to change, then headed for the reception, arriving midway through. Instead of walking right in, I stood at one of the entrances and looked for my wife. When I spotted her, I was blown away by how great she looked in a short white cocktail dress that showed off her ample cleavage and long tight legs. With her hair pulled up and high-heeled sandals, she looked radiant.
As I started in to surprise her, a handsome man came up behind her and handed her a drink. They stood there drinking and laughing, and I sank back out and watched. They acted as though they were a couple. Eventually they hit the dance floor, where they held each other close for every song.
It dawned on me that Sally may have decided to try Matt out, as Beth had suggested. I went to the hotel front desk and found that my wife had checked into the room we had reserved. Identifying myself as her husband, I got a key card and went up to the room. Sure enough, my wife planned to stay the night. The room was very nice, with a king-size bed, picture windows overlooking the city and a large closet opposite the bed. I decided the closet would make a perfect hiding spot, and returned to the ballroom, where I spied on my wife and Matt for a while.
I felt a mixture of jealousy and arousal as I watched them be so touchy with each other. Soon the bride and groom departed, and guests started leaving as well. I took this as my clue to get up to the room and hide in the closet.
It was only a little while before my wife and her friend arrived, talking and giggling. Once the door was locked behind them, they molded together by the windows, and kissed, slowly and passionately. Their hands explored each other like new lovers do. Matt was really enjoying the curves of my wife's shoulders, ass and tits as their tongues darted inside each other's mouths.
Matt said, “I've fantasized about you for months, Sally. You're so beautiful. Let me show you tonight how a real man would treat such a gorgeous wife.”
She just nodded and stared lustfully at him. They began making out again, but with more intensity. Matt's mouth went to her neck as he kissed and licked her smooth skin. His hands went to the back of her dress and undid the zipper, then pulled it off her shoulders and down her body until it fell to her sandaled feet. While he did this, Sally unbuttoned his shirt and removed it, then unbuttoned his slacks. As she pulled them down, we both stared at the bulge in his boxers. I rubbed myself as they made out in their underwear.
Matt's hands went to Sally's bra clasp and released it, letting her big tits free. He was soon all over them—kissing, licking and sucking each one over and over. She moaned as he mouthed her tits. She also ran her hands up and down his powerful back, over his ass and thighs, and finally over the bulge of his cock. His left hand massaged her tight ass, and his right hand massaged her cunt through her silk panties. After a few minutes, he slipped his hand inside her panties and stroked her clit. When it was touched, she let out a high-pitched sound. I had neglected her for years, and she was probably feeling things she hadn't in a long time.
Matt's hand began a rhythmic motion on her bud. Sally's hips moved with him, and her breathing quickened. From the few times I've ever made her come, I knew she was ready. Her head fell back as her moans grew louder, and she clutched at Matt's back and neck as he continued sucking her tits and jerking her off. Her moans reached a fever pitch as she went over the edge in a big way. She screamed as he continued rubbing her, then pulled him to her and glued her mouth to his. But he had other ideas. He dropped to his knees, pulled her panties aside and licked the juices from her cunt.
She gripped his shoulders for support and let out another moan. I can't remember the last time I ate her out, but Matt didn't miss a beat as he moved his left arm under her ass and up her back, and moved his right hand up and down her thigh. He munched her for a few minutes while she wiggled and moaned. In our ten years together, I never saw her this animated and vocal. Soon her knees weakened and she fell back on his left arm. He lifted her without removing his mouth from her pussy.
What a stud! He set her on the edge of the bed and lifted his mouth from her. He grabbed her panties and, while she lifted her hips, slid them off her legs. He removed her sandals too, leaving her naked in front of him. She spread her long legs, and he again went for her slot. This time he was slow and thorough, licking and sucking her vagina with care. This had the desired effect. She soon bucked her hips at his face and moaned louder and louder until her legs wrapped around his neck and she climaxed loudly for the second time.
While Sally came, Matt sucked hard to get as much of her nectar as he could. As she shook in orgasmic aftershock, he kissed his way up her body until they were lying side by side kissing ag
ain. He massaged her tits, and her hands slipped under his shorts to stroke his cock. “Ohhh,” she moaned as she felt his hot rod for the first time. She slid off the bed and crouched in front of him, pulling his boxers down and off.
“Oh, Matt, it's so big,” she said as her fingers curled around it and stroked it.
She wasn't kidding. His penis was huge, and nice and thick. She rubbed his balls with one hand and continued stroking him with the other. He sat up proudly as she fell to her knees between his thighs. He knew women loved his cock, and my wife was no exception.
Sally never sucked my cock because she believed it's a dirty act. So you can imagine my surprise when she said, “Matt, this is the most beautiful penis I've ever seen. It's godlike,” then began licking up and down the shaft.
They were sitting sideways on the bed, so I had a perfect view. After Sally licked Matt's entire crotch, she placed a hand at the base of his cock and engulfed the head with her mouth. For someone who had never given head before, she looked like a pro. Her head bobbed up and down in his lap as she sucked greedily. Her cheeks were hollow with suction as she ate as much of his fuckstick as possible. Of course she could only get about one-third of it down because of the size. Nevertheless, she slurped on his cock for about ten minutes before he lifted her face to his for a kiss and guided her hands to mold her huge tits around his monster shaft.
Sally looked down as Matt slid his cock up and down in her cleavage. She responded by jerking him with her boobs and sucking on the head, which easily reached her mouth. He moaned in delight as she tit-fucked his dick. I couldn't believe his staying power as I released my modest meat and beat it to this erotic sight. He pulled away after a few minutes and lifted her to the top of the bed. They made out some more, their hands groping each other all over.
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