Tim slowly pulled his semisoft cock out of my wife’s pussy, and Eddie quickly took his place. He grabbed his cock in his hand and thrust forward. His balls slapped Gwen’s ass as he pumped his piston into her cunt. Gwen was squealing with every stroke as he pumped in and out, pushing her body up to meet him. Eddie grunted that he was going to shoot, and plowed his cock all the way inside her pussy. I could see their bodies jerk as he shot gob after gob of come deep inside her. As he pulled out and slumped back in his seat, Gwen stayed as she was, with her legs spread wide.
“Thank you very much,” came the voice over the CB. “You have made my day. I have to leave, but it looks like there’s some other guys who want to get a look.” The truck turned off at the next exit, and was quickly replaced by another.
For the next hour Gwen fucked the guys as a succession of truckers watched alongside us. When we finally turned off the highway, there was a blast of several horns and a flashing of lights to bid us good-bye.
Gwen didn’t bother to get dressed as we delivered the guys to their homes. When we arrived at our house, she got out and walked across the yard totally naked. When my wife goes wild she doesn’t give a damn about anything. I often think our neighbors look forward to our trips to the city.
We are already planning our next one.
—Name and address withheld
He Invited One Couple, They Invited Another Couple, and Soon There Was an Orgy
Last Saturday I was over at my friend Gil’s house. My wife and I were staying out at my uncle’s summer cottage, as our apartment was being painted, and I invited Gil and his wife, Ellen, to come out that night for some drinks. Gil said that would be good, but that they had already made plans to get together with another couple, so I told him to bring them along. Gil called them and they agreed that they would all come, so I went back to the cottage to tell my wife, Terri.
Terri said she would be glad to have company. I knew she had the hots for Gil. She worked with him in the steel mill, and they were always talking sex there.
Around seven o’clock Gil showed up with Ellen and their friends Frank and Judy. I noticed that the two girls had a buzz on already, and Frank and Gil were not far behind. I had built a large bonfire, and we sat around drinking and talking. The conversation turned to sex, and it started getting pretty raunchy. After a while I saw that Frank and Gil were starting to feel up their wives, and soon they had their cocks out for the girls to play with. Seeing this got Terri really hot, and she took my cock out and started stroking it. Then she took off her pants and sat on my dick, right there in front of everybody.
By this time Ellen and Judy had drunk so much they were woozy, so Terri suggested that we take them inside and let them sleep a little while. I didn’t know what my wife had in mind, but I knew it was something, as she was as hot as I had ever seen her.
Gil and Frank stayed outside as we took the girls in. Terri laid Ellen down on the bed and started taking her pants off. I walked over to the bed and, to my surprise, Ellen reached up and undid my pants to reveal my rock-hard cock. Ellen was evidently not as woozy as she appeared, because she started to suck my cock and play with my balls, and I was really enjoying it. Finally I got on top of her, and my wife guided my cock into Ellen’s pussy. Pretty soon we were going at it hot and heavy.
All the time we were fucking, Judy was watching and getting hotter and hotter. I saw her take her pants off and start fingering her pussy. So after I finished with Ellen, Terri and I went over to her for a little foreplay. My wife helped me get my cock hard, and then I stuck it in Judy’s waiting mouth. At that point she said I was on my own, as she was going outside to see if she could help out Frank and Gil.
I soon had Judy’s underwear off and was fucking her. As I was doing that I looked out the window and saw my wife exchanging passionate French kisses with the two men. Soon the guys were playing with her tits through her sweater. It wasn’t long before the sweater came off. Gil and Frank each had a tit in his mouth, and my wife had a cock in each hand.
This scene had me so hot that I pulled out of Judy so I wouldn’t come too soon. Ellen came over, and I started playing with her pussy as I watched. Terri was now taking off her slacks and panties. Then she took off Gil’s pants, and then Frank’s.
Gil was the first to suck my wife’s pussy, while Frank sucked her tits. Then Terri got down on the ground on her hands and knees, and Gil got behind her and fucked her hard, finally coming into her pussy. Next Frank got down on the ground on his back and my wife got on him and rode his cock. I put my cock back in Judy’s cunt, and when I heard Frank say he was about to come, I let myself go and we blasted off together, he in my wife and I in his.
Well, after that Terri and I invited the four of them to stay with us overnight. There were only two beds in the cottage, but it didn’t matter—nobody stayed in one bed for very long anyway. It was a night to remember.
—S.D., Jackson, Mississippi
Multi-Orgasm Rules
He was the most attentive and thorough lover she could imagine. Still, when they managed to carve out some time alone together in his mountaintop hideaway, he almost drove her crazy with the unselfishness of his rigid rules for lovemaking.
Our lives are so complex that we rarely have the opportunity to enjoy each other, either fully or feverishly. We’re both professionals who care very much for our environment and everything in it. I refer to him affectionately as “F.” Often the physical distance between F and me is so vast that we can only look forward to our precious moments alone together. With our commitments complete, F invited me to his vacation home, atop a picturesque mountainside. Other than his birthday, this would be the first extended time we could spend together. Rather than give me directions, he had me drive to a central location, where he would pick me up. The evening was cool, and once I noticed his vehicle in the parking lot, I instantly became excited. My nipples became erect as I exited my vehicle. The sensation was caused by seeing my lover, not by the crisp air against my thin blouse.
F smiled and said, “Hi, babe,” and I knew the evening would be the ultimate. Above the chemistry we share, our friendship provides the trust that builds a framework for our sexual exploration.
As we drove up the long drive, I noticed the smell of the woods, fragrant and fresh. F brought me into his meticulously maintained home. A quick tour of the surroundings led us to the sofa. He had chilled my favorite chardonnay, which he now poured into a wineglass for me. For himself he prepared his summer favorite, vodka and tonic.
I had been waiting for this moment for several weeks. Finally we were alone together! The allure of seduction I experience when I’m with F drives me wild. Allowing my lover to take me in his arms and treat me to splendid sensual pleasure makes me feel so fortunate that he has become a part of my life.
My immediate thought was to strip his clothes from his body. Instead, I urged myself to relax and enjoy the pace of the evening. We were alone at last, and there was no rush. Dressing for my lover in seductive hosiery has become my hobby, but having him slowly remove that hose, baring my vulnerable naked flesh, has become my passion.
After we chatted a bit about the events of the day, F embraced me tightly. He turned me around slowly, so that my right hip pressed against his and our chests pressed together. As I lay on his lap, he leaned me slowly backward, as if he were dipping me on the dance floor. He kissed me passionately, and we explored each other’s mouths, our tongues playing with each other as they smoothly and methodically probed the moistness. Could F be teasing my oral senses to ensure that my mouth had the proper erotic stimulation to service his manhood when the time came?
The wilderness harbors such strange noises. Hearing one, F sprang to his feet to investigate, and his absence only increased my arousal. I removed my shorts, revealing the lavender lace panties I had chosen for him, then lay back on the sofa anxiously waiting for his return. Re-entering the room, he expressed approval of what he saw. He took me again in his strong arms and kissed
me. I couldn’t imagine ever tiring of this feeling. It’s as if I experience an infusion of energy from his embrace and his tender kisses warm my soul.
F removed my blouse, which gave him an unobstructed view of my matching lavender bra. He moaned with excitement as he held me close. After a while, he led me to his bedroom, where he guided me to a sitting position on the bed and proceeded to light a candle on the nightstand.
Now, being undressed is one of my favorite forms of foreplay, and my lover was eager to accommodate any whim of mine he could discover. He removed my delicate lavender undergarments, then kissed and licked all of the newly exposed areas. My crotch dampened in anticipation of receiving his finger.
I had a pretty good idea from the look in F’s eyes that he approved of what he saw, and I took the shimmer I saw in those eyes—along with occasional involuntary moans from him—as evidence of desire for me. God, he made me feel sexy! He pulled back the covers and invited me to lie down in his arms between the soft cotton layers. Our bodies melted into one another, and I don’t think I could have thought of anywhere in the world I would rather be than in his arms. His tender lips and undulating tongue continued to stimulate me. I had done my share of kissing, but never had it yielded such erotic pleasure.
The tight embrace in which we were lying lasted only a short time, though. My moistness was at the point of dripping down the front of my thigh, and F’s hard-on was pressed against my other thigh, eager for attention. He enjoys the way I softly stroke the skin all over his body, and my wandering hand now found its way to his most private part, determined to get it as hard as possible before I took in it my mouth—the next step in this romantic adventure.
F’s first inviolable rule of lovemaking is that, literally, I always come first. His other rule is that he decides how many times I climax before his turn comes.
He shifted my body so I was directly on top of him, with his erection pressing up against my vagina. My hips moved up and down as his shaft rubbed against my wetness, and my thighs pressed together, applying pressure to his wonderful staff. But when I brought my hand up to guide him into me, he pulled it back, saying, “Relax.”
Relax?! I was ready to explode!
F rolled me over on my back and began playing with my hot folds. He had his palm on the small of my back, causing me to arch slightly. His mouth went hungrily to my left breast, and I was close to orgasm when he inserted the thumb of his other hand in my vagina. With his fingers rubbing me and his thumb moving slowly in and out of me, I had an intense, lingering orgasm.
I thanked goodness that I was able to experience such incredible pleasure. A minute later, this intense pleasure was still going strong. I was afraid to move or speak for fear that it would end. F, proud of this gift he had bestowed on me, held me tight and kissed me tenderly.
We snuggled and laughed a bit, until F announced, “One is not enough.”
I voiced the desire to allow him the pleasure of orgasm. But he insisted that we “follow the rules.” And according to his orgasm rules, it wasn’t his turn yet.
He rolled me over again, guiding me into position on top of him. This time he put his shaft inside me. The sensation as he inserted it took my breath away. As he thrust his hips back and forth, I moaned in his ear, struggling to express somehow what I was feeling. All I managed to do was verbalize what he was doing, but he begged me to stop even that, saying he didn’t want to come yet.
Again he shifted my body. Now we were sitting up, facing each other, with my legs straddling his waist and his penis stroking my love tunnel. As we kissed, he pulled me closer to him. He inserted his beautiful dick in me again, and as we rocked gently, it advanced farther into me and then withdrew, but without the tip ever leaving me.
We kept up that steady rocking-and-fucking motion, slow and sensuous, until I exploded in an athletic orgasm accompanied by loud moans. Once again, F took the volume of my verbal emissions as confirmation of successful lovemaking. His lips continued to provide me with sweet kisses while his arms held my quivering body. Both palms were now pressed into the small of my back, which dripped with sweat. He worked his fingers gently into the flesh of my sides, from thighs to breasts. My clitoris continued to contract.
I was overwhelmed by the thoroughness and attentiveness of F’s lovemaking. In his every move, word, and suggestion, he was the perfect lover, doing his utmost to enable me to express my sexuality as fully as possible. In turn, I was determined to bring him to a heightened level of sensuality. I insisted it was time for me to take over now and attend to his pleasure. But my insistence was rejected! Instead, F had me lie on my back and said again, “Relax.”
At first I resisted, feeling selfish that I wasn’t able yet to provide him with his over-earned erotic reward. His strong arms took over. He laid me on the bed on my back, holding my arms straight and close to my sides. Slowly, he kissed my stomach, then my hips, then my crotch. I knew it was just a matter of time before he brought me to climax again.
F’s tongue tantalized every nerve between my legs. I wanted to scream out, to express somehow the pleasure he was causing me. I resorted to low, gentle sighs, so faint that they were barely audible. But the force of this climax was so explosive that I couldn’t contain myself, and once it began, it seemed to go on forever. My face tingled and my body lay limp as F lifted his head to my face and kissed me.
I was almost furious now in my so-far-thwarted determination to please this man. I had never felt anything like this! He held me for a few moments as I described the sensations he had produced in me and insisted once again that it was his turn.
This time, to my astonishment, he replied simply, “Okay.”
Finally he would let me take him in my mouth! He was a bit tired from his exertions, so I suggested he just lie back. Starting with his lips, I licked and kissed my way slowly down to his gorgeous dick. I enjoyed listening to his sighs as I licked between his thighs—slowly up one leg, then down the other. I took one of his balls in my mouth and sucked on it, then did the same with the other.
He told me that he had wanted to come every time I sucked his balls, so he didn’t expect to be able to hold out for very long. I sucked his cock into my mouth, and it kept growing larger. While working it in and out of my mouth, I placed my thumb on the underside and ran it back and forth. I felt a charge of energy travel through him, and his pleasure made me salivate.
It was F’s turn now to experience a flood of pleasure—from his spine to the tip of his dick. His hips worked that big dick farther down my throat as I continued to suck and rub him. Finally, he shouted that he was coming. I slowed down my sucking as the hot fluid streamed into my mouth, but my movements didn’t stop until I had relieved him of every ounce. As his delicious juice sloshed down my throat, he made loud moaning noises.
He lowered his arms to mine and lifted me up to his face, then pressed his mouth to mine to share the contents. I kissed him and allowed a trickle of his sweet juice to pass to his mouth.
“Umm,” he said, “you taste better.”
The remainder of the evening was spent sharing thoughts and laughter and an occasional discussion of the tremendous sex we had shared. When F drove me back to my car, I looked out and saw groups of small orange lights. He said that we had company. The deer were gathering in the fields that night watching us. As two dozen pairs of eyes peered at us through the darkness, I couldn’t help but think that these creatures had been stirred by the aroma that emanated from our mountaintop getaway, the sweet smell of sex.
Having grown up in the city, I appreciate the forest’s ability to provide a serenity that allows us to explore its beauty and that of each other. I don’t know when F and I will have the next opportunity to share each other to the extent we did that night. Fortunately, memories can fill the gap.
And F’s birthday is just around the corner!
—T.L., Keene, New Hampshire
He Had Known True Love With His Wife, But With This Woman It Was True Lust
After my wife of twenty-two years died of cancer, I was devastated, as we had had an unusually close relationship. But I had two daughters in their teens, and for the next four years I devoted myself to making a good home for them and keeping my head above water at work. It wasn’t until both girls were in college that I realized how little time I had spent with friends, and how much I missed female companionship.
Shortly after my youngest girl went off to college, I attended a conference. There I met a new colleague named Connie, who was recently divorced. She was very attractive, with a lovely face and a stunning figure. To my surprise, we immediately hit it off. She told me about her divorce, and I spoke intimately about my feelings at the loss of my wife. Apparently Connie’s husband had left her because he thought she was too demanding sexually. On the other hand, my wife had been an attractive woman, but sexually reserved. Even before her illness, we would have sex only once a month or so, and I guess I had gotten used to being more or less celibate.
Connie and I had a long dinner together, and then she invited me up to her room. As soon as the door closed she wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a deep kiss. I immediately got an enormous erection. She then sat me down on the bed and began to strip. Underneath her conservative business attire, she had on a lacy black demi-bra and black thong panties. Wearing these, she came over and began to strip me. Before I knew what was happening, she was licking and sucking my cock. I had to use all my willpower to keep myself from ejaculating.
After saying how good I tasted, Connie told me to unhook her bra and to take off her undies. She was clean-shaven down there, and her clitoris was sticking out. I bent down and started tonguing her, something I had never done with my wife. She then lay down on the bed, and I slowly entered her cunt. I ejaculated way too quickly but Connie only laughed and said that I would have to suck her to an orgasm, which I did.
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