“Why would I?” I said, a bit confused.
There was a moment or two of silence. It was obvious there was something else on her mind. “Ginny,” I said, “please tell me what you’re thinking.”
“I’m not sure,” she said.
“Do you know that I love you?”
“Yes,” she said.
“Do you?” I said. “You know I would do anything I can for you.”
“Yes,” she said.
“Then what is it?” I said.
“I want to go into Chuck’s room.”
I leaned over, gave her a kiss, patted her ass, and told her to have fun. She slid out of bed. She didn’t stop to put a bathrobe on, but just walked out of the room and closed the door behind her. I had butterflies in my stomach, but drifted off to sleep anyway.
As Ginny recounted it to me later, she walked slowly down the hall toward the guest room, afraid of making any noise. She put her head to the door, and inside heard Chuck still snoring—not a loud snore, but enough for her to know he was still asleep. She reached for the doorknob, expecting it to be locked, but it wasn’t. Nervously, she turned the knob and gently opened the door, trying not to let it squeak as she entered. She walked carefully over to the bed, not wanting to stumble and wake Chuck up—not yet, at least!
Very cautiously, she pulled the covers back and slipped into the bed. He must have been in a really deep sleep, for he never moved. She was very nervous. You don’t just jump into bed with someone! She had never done anything like this. She lay there awhile trying to settle down and get up her courage. She didn’t know what to do next. Should she shake him and yell “Surprise?” Or just wake him up and hope for the best?
Then it occurred to her, she knows what works with me! So she rolled over and snuggled up behind Chuck, who was lying on his side. Soon her breast was touching his back. Feeling his skin against hers, she almost instantly became excited. She reached around and rubbed his hairy chest. She found the outlines of his well-defined chest muscles and really worked them. He just lay there, apparently still asleep.
Her hands moved down to his stomach, then to the top of his underwear. Still he didn’t move at all. She slipped the fingers of her left hand under the elastic band of his briefs, then slid her fingers back and forth. Still he didn’t move! Now she had her entire hand inside his briefs, over the patch of hair above his cock. She ran her fingernails through his pubic hair. She reached down a bit farther and found his cock—not hard yet, but not soft either.
Chuck still didn’t move at all. The guy must be in a coma, Ginny thought. She wrapped her hand around his beautiful dick and squeezed on it gently. She felt the shaft hardening in her hand.
She decided it was time to be bold. With her right hand, she pulled on his shoulder, so that he rolled over on his back. Then she sat up, and in doing so pulled off most of the covers. She knelt over his crotch and pulled his briefs down and then off. With both hands she grabbed his cock, which was now rock-hard. She bent over and took it in her mouth. She sucked it, hard.
If this didn’t wake him, she thought, nothing would.
Down on him she went, licking his cockhead as if it was a lollipop, then drawing his cock deep in her mouth and sucking it in and out. When she went down, she twisted her head and hands, making his dick harder and bigger. With him all the way in her, she felt as if there was no more room. Out she brought him, licking the backside of his cock as she did. Then her tongue found the head and concentrated on it.
Ginny pulled back on Chuck’s cock and guided it back in her mouth. He still didn’t move, but she had no doubt that he was awake now. After a while she pulled his hard-on out of her mouth and started to masturbate him. With one hand around his balls, the other moved up and down the shaft, squeezing harder the closer to the head it got. She kept this up until he was close to coming.
When she knew he couldn’t hold out much longer, she brought her legs over him and guided his cock into her wet cunt. Instantly she felt the warm rush of his come inside her. His cockhead throbbed as she fucked him vigorously. He stayed hard, and she took advantage of it. With her arms supporting her, she rocked back and forth on him. His come ran out of her as she took him deeper and deeper into her pussy.
She continued fucking in this position, her body convulsing wildly, until he reached up and wrapped his arms around her. In one fluid motion he rolled her over on her back and, with her legs spread wide, thrust himself in her cunt, hard and fast. He rammed his big cock in and out of her, harder and harder, pushing her up against the headboard. She had to grab the bedpost to keep from going into the wall.
Chuck pounded Ginny harder, fucking her like she’d never even imagined. The motion was so strong that she was slung up and down, back and forth, and she didn’t want it to stop! Her moaning grew louder and louder, until she felt his cock spasm wildly inside her, throwing her over the edge into orgasm.
She felt relief at the thought that they would soon be taking a break. But he never broke stride. He just kept right on fucking her, thrusting his cock all the way in her, pushing harder and faster. She couldn’t believe that he was still going strong, but she had no intention of stopping him. In fact, she spread her legs even farther apart and hoisted them way up in the air.
In time, Chuck pulled himself out of Ginny and turned her over on her stomach. From behind he opened her legs, then wrapped his hands around her stomach and brought her to him. With her head resting on the pillow and her backside now cradled in his crotch, he guided his undiminished cock back inside her wet pussy and resumed pumping in and out of her.
Each powerful thrust sent ripples through Ginny’s body. Her mouth was now fixed open. She gulped in air each time she inhaled and moaned louder with each thrust each time she exhaled.
She couldn’t believe the stamina he was exhibiting, and lay there marveling at it as they fucked on and on into the night. She wondered how long he could go on pumping this hard and fast. She got her answer when she finally felt him explode once again inside her. She felt it as intensely this time as the first time. This time his rhythm slowed unmistakably, and she finally felt his cock starting to soften a bit in her pussy.
Ginny slid away from Chuck and over on her back. Juices flowed freely out of her pussy. She spread her legs wide, then wrapped her hands around his wet cock and guided it to her clitoris. He stroked it for a moment or two, then rolled over and lay next to her, both of them gasping for air, with sweat pouring down their bodies and their hearts racing. Neither of them spoke.
When Ginny turned her head, she saw sunlight peering through the window. She couldn’t believe how long she had been with Chuck. She turned over, kissed him on the lips, and got out of bed. As she left the room she heard his labored breathing, and a smile came over her face. She tiptoed down the hallway and opened our bedroom door. She eased it open, again not wanting to make any noise. She had been with Chuck so long that she felt even more uneasy returning to our bed.
When she got in bed, I put my arm around her and pulled her close to me. With her head next to mine, I leaned over and whispered, “Love you.”
Any tension or uneasy feelings immediately left her body. I held her there for a minute, then pulled her over on her back. I started by kissing her lips, then worked my way down her body until I reached her crotch. With both hands, I opened her legs. I applied my mouth to her steamy pussy. The juices flowed in my mouth as I ate her and licked her clean.
—N.A., Cincinnati, Ohio
She Thought the Guy Under the Car Was Her Husband, or So Her Husband Thought
My wife, Jane, and I enjoy reading your magazine. Jane especially loves the stories about wives who have sex with other men while their husbands look on. She has had many such episodes herself, most of which I have arranged. But what happened a few weeks ago was all her own idea.
Jane had gone to town to see her doctor, while I remained at home to do some work on her car. I had an old pair of coveralls in the garage. They were all faded and pa
tched, and Jane always teased me about them. I was about to put them on when a buddy of mine named Carl came over to visit. We chatted for a while, and he offered to help me with the car repair. Just then I remembered a phone call I had to make, so I told Carl to get started if he wanted to, and went inside to make my call. While I was doing that Carl pulled on my old coveralls to protect his clothes, then slid under the car and began working.
I was still on the phone a few minutes later when Jane returned. Looking out the window, I saw her drive up. She saw Carl’s legs, encased in my old coveralls, sticking out from under the car. I figured she must have thought it was me, because as she went up to him she knelt down and grabbed his crotch. His body jumped, and then relaxed as she started rubbing his cock through the coveralls. Then she began to unbutton the fly. She fumbled inside until she found his hard cock and pulled it out. Then she straddled his legs and began to lick his shaft slowly. Jane just loves to give head.
Carl had always told me how lucky I was to have a woman like Jane, so I knew he wasn’t about to stop her. Soon she was pumping her mouth up and down and rubbing his big balls. He started thrusting his hips up at her as she sucked him, and I knew he was getting close to shooting his juices into her mouth.
But Jane stopped sucking him just in time. She straightened up and unbuttoned her dress, pushing it off her shoulders; then she wriggled out of it, along with her panties. My wife was now sitting on my best friend’s lap, totally naked. Then she moved up until her cunt was directly over his hard cock. Steadying it with her hand, she slowly lowered her lips and guided it into her dripping cunt.
Jane threw her head back as Carl’s cock disappeared into her pussy. When she had taken most of it in, she raised her body and let it fall again, driving him balls-deep into her cunt. Then she proceeded to ride him like a bucking bull, her body bouncing up and down on his horn. His lower body was thrusting back at her, moving more and more strongly in time with her strokes. Then Jane grabbed on to the side of the car as she began to climax. I could see Carl’s fist pounding the concrete as he shot his come deep inside my wife’s belly.
The two shuddering bodies finally came to rest. Jane then pulled herself slowly off Carl’s softening cock, and I saw his come running down her thighs. She reached into the bag she’d been carrying and pulled out a can of beer. Setting it down on the ground where Carl could reach it, she picked up her dress and panties and walked naked toward the house.
Not wanting my wife to find out yet that it wasn’t me she had just fucked, I slipped out the back door. When I returned to the car, Carl was sitting against it drinking from the can of beer. When I asked him where he had got it, he just grinned and said that an angel had given it to him.
Carl stayed for supper that night, and Jane was in a very happy mood. When she asked if I’d had any trouble fixing the car, I told her that it was Carl who had done most of the work. I thought that would shock her, but it didn’t seem to. I figured she was hiding her reaction, not wanting me to know that she had fucked my best friend, even by accident. I told her she should thank Carl for his work, and Carl just grinned and said, “I’ve been thanked already.” And I saw him wink at Jane.
After supper we sat around the table talking about old times. I noticed Carl and Jane exchanging glances, and it made me almost as hot as they seemed to be. I decided to see what would happen if I left them alone, so I said I had to go out for a while to check on something at the office. When I was outside I went around and peeked through the open window into the dining room.
“Jesus,” Carl was saying, “that was the best I ever had. Did you really think it was Ned under the car?”
Jane laughed. “No,” she replied. “I knew it wasn’t him as soon as I saw your cock, and I figured it had to be you. But I’ve always been curious about you, so I just did it.”
“Thank god,” Carl said, and then he reached over and ran his hand up between her legs. She stood up and moved closer to him as his fingers played with her cunt. I watched as he ran his other hand over her belly and thighs. Jane started moaning and placed her hands on his shoulders for support. Carl’s hand moved around to her ass. Jane then turned around, spread her legs apart and leaned forward over the table.
Carl stood behind her and pulled her dress up to her waist. I saw that she had not put any panties on since that afternoon. It was not long before Carl was slipping his hard cock deep inside my wife’s body for the second time that day. Jane moaned and pushed back at him, then grunted with each stroke of his hot meat as he pumped it slowly into her wet cunt. Gradually his pace picked up until his cock was a blur, and I could hear the slapping of his body against her ass. “Christ, that feels so good!” Jane cried, and then she was coming again. A moment later Carl’s body shook as he squirted his seed deep inside my wife’s squirming pussy.
“Jesus,” Carl said as he pulled out of her, wiping off his cock with a napkin, “I hope Ned doesn’t find out that I fucked his wife.”
Jane grinned. “Oh, I tell Ned everything. But don’t worry, he won’t be mad. He’ll just be sorry he missed it.”
I waited a few minutes, then went back in. I was amused to see that Carl could not look me in the eye, and pretty soon he said he had to leave. As I had expected she would, Jane told me the whole story that night in bed, knowing it would turn me on. She thought it would surprise me, too, but it was she who was surprised when I told her how I had watched them, both times. The whole thing made us so hot that we fucked like crazy for the rest of the night.
The next day I told Carl that everything was cool, and now he comes over to our place a lot more than he used to.
—N.J., Cleveland, Ohio
With the Light On in the Van Everybody Could See What His Wife Was Doing
My wife Gwen and I take a trip to the big city about twice a month to look for adventure, and we usually find it. Gwen loves to show off her body and to fuck other men. She knows that I love to watch, and that I will protect her from anything harmful or dangerous.
On our last trip to the city, though, it just so happened that the guys we picked up were from our own hometown. They happened to come into the restaurant where Gwen and I were having dinner. Gwen was wearing a new dress, which was about the sexiest thing I had ever seen. It was very low-cut, came down to midthigh, and fit her body like a tight glove. Every eye in the place was on my wife.
We were about to order when Tim and Eddie came in. We knew them from home, and when they saw us they came over to our table. They told us they had come to town to try to meet some girls, but they hadn’t been very successful. Gwen quickly asked them to have supper with us.
During the meal the two guys could not keep their eyes off Gwen’s tits. The top button on her dress had come open, and a good portion of her breasts was visible. And every time she leaned forward her hard pink nipples came into view.
At the end of the meal Gwen excused herself to go to the ladies’ room. I saw Tim and Eddie staring at her ass as she walked away. Tim apologized for looking, but could not help saying that she had the best looking ass he had ever seen.
When Gwen returned to the table there was another button open on her dress, and the insides of her tits were exposed. She asked the guys how they were planning to get home. They had come in on the bus, and she asked them if they would like to ride back with us. Needless to say, they gladly accepted
After a few more drinks we decided to start the three-hour drive back. Gwen and the guys went outside while I paid the bill. By the time I arrived at the van, Gwen was standing between Tim and Eddie, who each had a hand on her ass. The guys jumped into the back, while Gwen sat beside me in the passenger seat.
By the time we turned onto the busy highway it was quite dark. Gwen swiveled her seat around to face the guys. Whenever I glanced over at her by the lights of the passing cars, it seemed as though another button on her dress had come open. I adjusted the mirror so I could watch without turning my head, which made it easier to drive.
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soon Eddie produced a bottle of wine. It started making the rounds, and before long the three of them were feeling no pain. I watched as Tim reached around to put his hand on Gwen’s knee, and then slowly slide it under her dress. Eddie started opening the remaining buttons on her dress, until it fell open to show them her naked body. Gwen was laughing, telling me how they were feeling her up and saying what naughty boys they were. But she didn’t resist as they pushed her knees apart so they had easy access to her wet cunt.
Gwen was soon moaning softly as Tim’s fingers played with her crotch and Eddie squeezed her big tits. Her legs were hanging over the arms of the seat as Tim slipped between her thighs and pushed his shorts down to his knees. His cock jumped out to slap against his belly, and he grabbed it and aimed it at Gwen’s cunt.
“Dan, he’s going to fuck me. Is it all right, honey?” Gwen panted. I don’t know what she would have done if I’d said no, but I knew she didn’t expect me to. I gave them the okay, and watched as Tim pushed forward. Gwen squealed as she was filled with his hard cock, and brought her knees up to her tits.
At this point I noticed that a large truck had pulled alongside us and was staying level. I could make out the driver talking on his CB radio, so I tuned mine in to hear what he was saying. He was telling all trucks to watch for a red van, because he thought there was a woman getting it on. But he couldn’t be sure because there wasn’t enough light for him to see it clearly.
With that I reached for the interior light switch, looking over at my wife as Tim continued to pump his hard cock into her cunt. She saw what I was going to do, and nodded. I pressed the switch and light filled the inside of the van.
“Oh, yes!” came the voice over the CB. “Jesus, she’s beautiful, and she has a young man between her legs. Thank you, whoever you are!” And he pulled on his horn.
Tim was pounding my wife so hard now that the seat was creaking. He bellowed as he started shooting his juice into Gwen’s cunt. Gwen screamed as she came, her legs and arms holding him tight to her body.
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