After we cleaned up, Ken thanked us for all our hospitality, and then took off to find some friends, while Rosie and I talked about the events that had taken place. I told her what a turn-on it was to see her sucking and fucking such a big dick. Strangely enough, she had been the one who had always resisted my suggestions that we experiment with other partners, but she said she had really enjoyed sex with Ken, and that she would try to be more adventurous from now on.
Later that day, as we worked our way around the casinos, I could see that Rosie was checking out a lot of the men, and that her walk and even her body language was changing. At about five o’clock, Rosie said she was going back to the room to rest and get ready for the evening. I was into a good card game, so I told her to go ahead. When I got to our room an hour later, I was stunned to see Rosie naked on a massage table, with a hunky masseur standing on one side of her, and Ken on the other. The masseur had her thighs in his hands, and Rosie had Ken’s cock in her mouth. She was moaning and asking for more, so Ken pulled out and buried his cock in her pussy, while the masseur brought out his own rather large penis and put it in her mouth.
After Ken brought her to orgasm and the masseur blew his load in her mouth, things settled down until Rosie caught sight of me and asked me to put my cock in her ass. She got off the table and onto the bed, and I got behind her and fucked her tight asshole while she sucked off Ken and the masseur in turn.
Finally the masseur left (I didn’t think it was necessary to give him a tip), and Rosie went into the bathroom to clean up, promising Ken and me even more pleasure if we would take her to dinner and a show. Needless to say, we considered that a pretty good bargain.
—Name and address withheld
Fixing Her Furnace
I have been happily married for eighteen years. My husband and I have enjoyed a good sex life for most of that time, but in recent years, much to my frustration, his job has taken him away from home for extended periods of time.
This winter was unusually cold and snowy, and in late December our furnace quit working. I called a friend who works at an oil company for help, and she immediately sent out two servicemen, who arrived within an hour. I let them in and we went straight to our furnace room. The taller one introduced himself as Hal, and his friend as Matt. The two of them went immediately to work and had the furnace up and running within five minutes.
I had been waiting in the rec room, just off the furnace room, and when Hal told me they were done, I said I couldn’t believe they had been so fast. Hal moved toward me, placed his hand on my hip and asked if there was anything else he could help me with. My heart was suddenly pounding hard, and I knew I was damp between the legs. I meant to say no thanks, but I found myself threading a finger through his belt loop. Hal grinned, then pulled me closer and kissed me. I moaned and kissed him back. Then he asked again if there wasn’t something he could do for me. It had been over three weeks since my husband had left, and I guess I just needed it bad. This time my answer was, “Well, maybe there are one or two things …”
He quickly pulled my sweatshirt over my head and told me to take his dick out. My hands shook as I worked his zipper while he massaged my nipples. I finally freed his dick and started to stroke it, quickly bringing it to full erection. He popped his top button and slid his jeans over his hard butt, then sat back on our couch and told me to suck his dick. I was breathing hard now, and I automatically went to my knees, slipped his cock between my lips, and started sucking. It was the first time since before my marriage that another man’s cock had been inside me.
I was just getting into the deliciously hot, salty taste of him when I became aware of another set of hands working on my jeans. Matt was behind me, pulling them down, and I wiggled to help him slide them and my panties down to my knees. He fingered my pussy, which was overflowing with my juices. Then the head of his cock was pressing against my slippery cunt. I arched my back and pushed against him. I was not prepared for the size of his cock; it filled me completely, and when he started thrusting I began to come immediately. Nothing had ever filled me like Matt did. He was thrusting so hard my knees were off the floor, and my head was being driven into Hal’s stomach. All I could do was to hold on to Hal’s cock and suck as hard as I could to keep it in my mouth. My orgasms kept coming in waves, and after a few minutes I felt Matt shudder as his come bathed my insides.
Matt withdrew, and I felt his jism running out of me as I concentrated on Hal’s blowjob. Hal’s cock was throbbing now, and I kept sucking hard until his huge load exploded in my mouth. I swallowed every drop, and kept sucking until he was drained.
Hal looked over at Matt and said, “Shit, I’ve just had the best blowjob of my life. Maybe we ought to come back tomorrow. You know, to make sure the furnace is still running good.” I said I thought that was a great idea, and suddenly my husband’s job did not seem so bad at all.
—G.V., Boulder, Colorado
Don’t Dress for Dinner
My wife, Christine, recently gave new meaning to the word “quickie.”
We have a great sex life, whenever the pressures of everyday living allow it. It’s not unusual for us to have a candlelight dinner at home, perhaps followed by an X-rated movie or some extended foreplay, and then intense sex. On these occasions Christine indulges me by wearing a wide range of clothes that show off her breasts, ass, and legs. These outfits are so blatantly sexy that they are usually worn only in the privacy of our own house.
One Friday Christine and I were planning one of our romantic dinners at home. We hadn’t had sex since the previous weekend, so I was rather horny, and looking forward to enjoying my wife’s body after dinner.
When I arrived home, Christine was in the kitchen doing some preliminary dinner preparation. She was wearing a cotton blouse and a knee-length skirt, an outfit that surprised me with its ordinariness. After a few minutes of discussing mundane matters of the day, Christine told me that she had a surprise for me, which she would share with me only if I followed her instructions to the letter. That phrase, and past experience, suggested that this was going to be a sexual surprise, so I immediately agreed, feeling my cock stir in anticipation. Christine asked me to remove my suit jacket and tie, which I did. She then placed me so that I was standing with my backside against an island counter in the center of the kitchen, looking toward our family room, which was separated from the kitchen by a love seat. She told me to hold on to the edge of the counter and not to move until she said I could. Then she stood in front of me, about two steps away.
“I’m not wearing any panties under this skirt,” Christine said. My eyes dropped to her hips, but of course there was nothing to see. “I know you’ve fantasized about me wearing skirts with no panties,” she went on, “so I thought I’d give you a little of what you’ve wanted. Now, I’m not going out to dinner or to the store like this, the way you fantasize me doing, but the first part of your surprise is to know that my naked pussy is right here under this skirt. I think you can also look forward to me going without panties here in the kitchen from time to time in the future.”
My cock hardened as I enjoyed the blatant sexuality in Christine’s voice, and the suggestiveness of what she was saying. She continued speaking as she teased me by turning slowly all the way around in front of me, running her hands over her hips and thighs as if to smooth out the fabric of her skirt. She said she knew this skirt was far from the sexiest one she owned, but she had tried on several skirts, trying to find the perfect one to be worn without panties. She thought it would be sexier if the skirt itself was not blatantly revealing.
On the other hand, she wanted it to be easy to raise. “Like this,” Christine said, and she reached down to the hem of the skirt and pulled it up to her waist. After treating me to a quick glimpse of her bare Venus mound, she lowered it again. Then she turned around and bent over, flipping the skirt up over her bare ass. Just as quickly, she straightened up and smoothed it down again. Now my cock was really hard.
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ack to face me, Christine said, “Stay where you are and I’ll continue to show you your surprise.” She moved closer now and reached for my belt. As Christine removed my pants and underwear she continued, “I figured you were rather horny today, and that if we went to bed after dinner you’d probably come pretty quickly. To help you last longer later, I thought we’d take the edge off before dinner.”
My cock was standing straight out, and throbbing. Christine put her hands on my hips and ever so slowly moved toward my cock, but stopped short of touching it. She went on, “After I’d put this skirt on I decided that you’d especially enjoy knowing that not only was my pussy naked underneath it, but that it was also wet. So just before you came home I raised my skirt and played with myself until I could feel my wetness. I know you love it when my pussy is wet. It didn’t take much since I must admit that planning this little surprise for you had already turned me on.”
Christine had to know that her talk was just as much of a turn-on for me as her fingers. Thinking of her wet pussy and visualizing her touching herself to get ready for me made my cock throb even harder. Christine’s fingers now slowly trailed over my cock and balls. After a few seconds she took her hands away, saying, “And now for the final part of your surprise. When I tell you it’s okay to move, you’ll be free to enjoy me in a totally selfish way. I’m expecting you to fuck me with abandon, and to come quickly. After dinner you can make love to me again and tend to my sexual needs, but for right now a quickie is just what you need.”
With that Christine crossed over to the love seat and bent over it, saying, “Okay, you can move now.” I was over there in a second, my hands immediately on her thighs pushing her skirt up. I was so turned on I didn’t really know what to do first. I wanted to feel Christine’s ass and hips, I wanted to bury myself in her, I wanted to feel her wetness with my hands; but I couldn’t do everything at once. I pressed my cock against her asscheeks as my hands roamed over her body. In addition to my lust, I felt grateful to her for being so sexy, and for being so wonderfully open and imaginative.
But Christine was right; it was time to fuck her hard. I wouldn’t last long, but it would be great. I found her dripping pussy with my hand and bent my cock down to find its target, then buried myself as deeply as I could inside her. It was fantastic! With my hands holding on to Christine’s hips, I thrust in and out of her just as she had invited me to do, until I came so hard I thought I was going to fall over.
It’s been about a month since that first special quickie. Christine has repeated her surprise several times, and each time has been better than the last. I love having the freedom to be a selfish lover, knowing that we’ll be in bed again in just an hour or two.
—F.T., Athens, Georgia
Good Neighbor Policy
This happened about five years ago, when I was just eighteen years old and still living with my parents. One evening my married next-door neighbor, Valerie, asked me if I wanted to join her on a trip to the mall. I accepted, and we had a great time shopping and looking around. It was nearly nine o’clock when we arrived back at Valerie’s house, and she invited me in.
Kit, Valerie’s husband, met us in the kitchen. Now Kit was one hunk of a man, a little over six feet tall, with an athletic build. I’d often wondered what kind of equipment he had in his shorts. After greeting him, Valerie excused herself and went to the bedroom to change. That’s when Kit approached me.
I didn’t realize what he was doing until he was standing so close to me that I could smell the booze on his breath. And then he shocked the hell out of me by grabbing me and pulling me into his body. Kit was very strong, and I didn’t bother trying to escape his hold on me—not that I really wanted to. He just held me in his arms for a moment, neither of us saying anything. Then without warning I felt one of his hands on my rump, caressing my ass. I still didn’t object, although I would have enjoyed his hand much more if I hadn’t known that Valerie might come in and catch us in this situation. How would he explain to his wife why he was fondling the eighteen-year-old neighbor girl?
Kit’s hand moved under my skirt now, his fingers teasing my upper thighs. It wasn’t long before that hand had reached my panty-covered ass. It rubbed over my entire butt, teasing the crack of my ass, and I couldn’t help but give a soft moan. I’d had a couple of boys feel me up before, but Kit was a man, and he knew what he was doing. I felt like a hot piece of butter in his grasp, but all the time he was playing with my ass I still worried about Valerie walking in on us.
Soon both Kit’s hands were inside my panties, squeezing and cupping my asscheeks. I was his; he could do anything he wanted with me. I felt the hard bulge in his pants as he pressed up against me, and it felt real good. Then suddenly I froze, as out of the corner of my eye I saw Valerie’s reflection in the kitchen window. She was standing in the doorway, watching us.
Kit was facing that way, and must have been aware of her, and yet neither of them gave a sign or said a single word. I now felt very confused, unsure of how to react. But I still didn’t pull away as Kit continued to run his fingers up and down the crack of my ass.
When he finally removed his hands from my panties, I figured he was putting an end to things. But instead he knelt in front of me, and I felt his hands gliding up the back of my bare legs, under my skirt again, up to the waistband of my panties. Within seconds my underwear was being pulled down my legs. I placed one hand on Kit’s shoulder to steady myself as I picked up one leg, then the other, to let him remove my panties from around my ankles. It was then that I decided that if Valerie was going to stand there behind me and not object as her husband pulled my panties off, I would allow him to do what he wanted. God knows I was enjoying the process.
The waistband of my skirt was elastic, and Kit had no trouble pulling it down to the floor. I now stood in front of him completely naked from the waist down, with his face just inches from my unshaven pussy. I wondered if Valerie’s pussy was unshaven too, or maybe nicely trimmed. But then I didn’t think about Valerie anymore.
The first thing I felt at my crotch was Kit’s nose as he lightly rubbed it in my pubic hair. He must have enjoyed doing that, because he continued to rub his nose around my crotch area for a while. Occasionally he would plant a kiss on my mound or lap at me with his tongue. This felt so good that I found myself spreading my legs to allow him better access to the slit between them. His tongue quickly found that slit, and then I was in heaven as he sucked and licked away. One of his hands encircled my waist and I felt a finger entering the crack of my ass. I heard myself give a cry of surprise and pleasure as that finger slid inside my asshole. The finger pushed deeper as he lapped at my pussy juices with his warm, wet mouth.
My excitement was mounting, and it was now only intensified by my awareness of Kit’s wife watching us only a few feet away. With his mouth attached to my pussy and his busy finger up my ass, I knew I wasn’t going to be able to hold myself back. And sure enough, within three minutes I was climaxing wildly, grabbing the back of Kit’s head and holding him firmly in place as I spasmed out of control.
When I was able to compose myself, I put my panties and skirt back on. I glanced at the doorway, but Valerie was nowhere in sight. But I knew she had witnessed her husband eating my pussy, and I knew he had put on a great show for her. And for me. Feeling grateful to Kit, I decided to surprise him in return.
I dropped to my knees and gave him the first blowjob I’d ever given anyone. While I was doing it Valerie came back, but I didn’t stop until Kit shot his jism down my throat. Again, Valerie just watched.
As Valerie walked me to the door she kissed me and asked me if I wanted to come back the next night. After that I was over there almost every evening until I went off to college in the fall. I never actually fucked Kit, but I did everything else with him, and eventually with Valerie, too. I was disappointed when I came home for Christmas and found that they had moved away.
—A.G., Dallas, Texas
Saluting the Flag
I work at a public library in the city. Now you may think of that as a boring job, but as it happens, my particular branch is located close to two college campuses, and every day our stacks are filled with pert coed cuties with tight asses, full racks, healthy appetites, and no parents. God, I love my job!
When I’m not assisting patrons with checkouts, I’m usually shelving books. Any time a coed needs help, she never has to complain about not getting prompt, friendly, helpful, knowledgeable assistance in the stacks. And the ladies really appreciate the attention. Many times I’ve been shamelessly flirted with by a lovely young debutante or a group of sorority girls. Occasionally a little hottie will get playful, flashing a bit of panty as she bends down to pick something up, or squatting down to look at the books in the bottom row while giving me a good long view down her blouse. Usually it’s just playful teasing, but occasionally it will lead to something more—occasionally enough to make me never want to quit my job.
One day, as I was kneeling to place some poetry books on a low shelf, a husky, suggestive voice came from above me. “Mmmm, I just love to see a man on his knees!” I turned to look and found my eyes on a level with the hem of a light floral summer dress that just covered the tops of a pair of black stockings. I pulled back slightly (if I hadn’t, my nose would have lifted that hemline) and looked up, past the sizable swell of a spaghetti-strap dress top into a pair of smoldering, insanely beautiful, exotic, and just plain gorgeous emerald eyes.
Instantly I was lost, just staring up into those hypnotic green pools. As I grasped for my wits under that electric gaze, I realized that the girl’s lips were moving. Oh, god, she had the most beautiful, full, lush, kissable lips! I just knelt there staring up at this vision’s wonderfully perfect mouth, noting the sweet pink tint of her lips, the way the corners turned up, the sweet melody of her tone … until it hit me that she was saying something.
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