A loud moan escaped from Pete’s lips as she held him there, mingling with a very audible sigh from my wife’s cock-filled mouth. She cupped his balls with her hand as she started to suck on him, slowly at first but with increasing intensity. My wife is an expert cocksucker, and I knew Pete must have dreamed about this ever since the last time. It was incredibly sexy to see her lips stretched around his shaft, her head bobbing up and down in his lap. His cock was soon covered with her saliva as she continued her expert ministrations. My towel was open now, and my hand found its way to my hard six-incher, slowly stroking it as my wife continued to suck on my best friend.
Pete’s hands were resting on Angela’s head now, setting the pace of her sucking. Soon he was fucking her face in earnest, something that Angela just loves. But as she felt him getting close to climax, she pulled his hands away and took over again, slowing her sucking to a very relaxed pace, even taking his cock completely out of her mouth for a moment before starting again. Pete’s eyes were closed as Angela brought him to the edge again and again, and then backed off. Then, with his cock still in her mouth, she looked over at me and motioned for me to join them on the bed. So I wasn’t being ignored after all.
I made my way over to the two lovers and lay down on the bed with them. I positioned myself to get the best view of what was going on, with my head just about a foot from where my wife was once again moving her head up and down along Pete’s shaft. I was going out of my mind with pure, unadulterated lust. Seeing that cock moving in and out of Angela’s sucking lips was almost more than I could take. Angela let his cock slip from her lips once more, and now she raised her head and brought her mouth to mine. Her tongue snaked between my lips, and I thought I could taste a bit of my friend’s pre-come in her mouth. When she broke the kiss her eyes were glittering with lust, and as they looked into mine I suddenly knew what she wanted. We had talked about this fantasy of hers. Seeing Pete’s beautiful saliva-coated cock just inches from my face was turning her on. Here was the chance for her to live out another one of her desires. Angela held Pete’s cock up to me as an invitation, and I just stared at it. I too had had the fantasy of sucking a man, but I wasn’t sure how Pete would react. I looked up at his face, but his eyes were still closed. His cock was twitching as if inviting me to try it. As my wife held it steady by the base, I slowly moved my head to his pole.
I opened my mouth with my tongue slightly extended, and I felt his cock sliding across my tongue to nestle in my mouth and throat. What a feeling! I held it there for a few moments as I grew accustomed to this fleshy treat. A moan escaped from Pete’s lips as I slowly started to move my mouth up and down his shaft, and the look in my wife’s eyes told me I was doing just fine. After all, I had learned from the best! Soon Pete was fucking my mouth quite firmly, and I was taking him as deeply as I could. I didn’t want to stop, but when I felt that he was getting close again, I took a hint from Angela and let his pole slip from my lips with an audible pop.
Angela again kissed me passionately. “That was SO hot!” she whispered. And I agreed with her.
Angela now moved back up Pete’s body and lowered her mouth to his, kissing him even more deeply than she had kissed me. Then, taking his ample member in her hand, she rose over him and positioned it at the entrance to her soaked pussy. I moved back to my love seat, taking my proper position as a voyeur, as my lovely wife lowered herself gradually onto her lover’s cock. She took him inside her with agonizing slowness, deliberately teasing all three of us with her unhurried downward progress. But finally, after what seemed like an eternity, my friend was completely buried inside my wife’s pussy. I almost came right then and there, and I wasn’t even touching myself.
Angela raised her body almost as slowly, and I could see just how wet she was, as Pete’s pole was almost dripping with her pussy juice. Again she lowered herself over him until she was completely filled with hard cock. After a few moments of this slow raising and lowering of her pussy around his shaft, Pete became impatient. He reached for her ass with both hands and pulled her down firmly on his cock. Angela didn’t seem to mind a bit, and the two of them now went into some serious fucking. They soon established a steady rhythm. Pete’s hips went up and down like a piston as he rammed himself into her, and she met each of his thrusts with her own. All I could do was sit back and smile as I watched my wife getting soundly fucked, just as I had hoped she would. Their intensity increased by the second. The sounds of moans, groans and flesh slapping against flesh filled the room—and, I’m sure, the rooms on either side of ours.
Angela was soon begging Pete not to stop as she announced her impending orgasm. Pete obviously had no intention of stopping, and he continued to thrust upward into my wife’s grasping pussy. With her hands on Pete’s chest and her head thrown back, Angela impaled herself firmly on his dick one final time and cried out sharply as she came. Pete held on to her ass as her body twitched and twisted in the throes of pleasure. Her orgasm seemed to go on forever, and she moaned Pete’s name over and over as her shudders gradually diminished. As she came down to earth again, she slumped over onto Pete’s chest, with his cock still buried inside her, and kissed him passionately.
The next morning we had a huge breakfast together before Pete had to get back home. When he left, he and I embraced as old friends, after which Angela gave him a long kiss, so deep and passionate that I got hard again just watching it. We all promised that we would get together again soon. But at least for Angela and me, it can’t be soon enough!—R.T., Des Moines, Iowa
WHILE TAKING A EUROPEAN TOUR, HE ALSO GOT TO TAKE A TOUR OF HIS FRIEND’S WIFE
Recently my wife Ellen and I tried swinging as a means of spicing up a long-time monogamous marriage. It worked like a charm. Excitement came back into our sex life, and I was particularly stimulated by the idea of Ellen having sex with other men.
Last month our college alumni group was sponsoring an eight-day trip to Italy, and we signed up to go. When the tour group assembled the first morning, who should I spot but my old friend Rudy, who I hadn’t seen since college. He and I had roomed together my senior year, and Ellen and I had double-dated with him and his girlfriend a couple of times.
Rudy was now divorced and traveling alone, so we became the three musketeers. He was good company and fun to be with. Ellen liked him, and given her new interest in other men, she wondered aloud to me one day what he’d be like in bed.
“Well, if size really does matter, you’d find him wonderful in bed,” I told her.
“What do you mean?”
“What I mean is that he is very abundantly hung.”
“How abundantly?”
“He’s a lot bigger than me,” I told her.
“A lot?”
“A lot.”
“Is it true that a big penis makes sex better?”
“Why don’t you find out?” I said.
“You mean go to bed with Rudy?”
“Sure, why not? He’s probably not getting much lately.”
“I don’t know,” Ellen said. “It’s an interesting thought.”
I had the feeling she was intrigued. As the tour went on she became much more attentive to Rudy. She’d touch him a lot and hang on his every word. One night the three of us were in Rudy’s room after dinner. I turned on the TV and happened to come upon a channel that was showing an X-rated film. Now Ellen and I had watched that kind of porno together before, but I sensed that Rudy was a little embarrassed about seeing such a film in mixed company.
We watched for half an hour or so. Then—I don’t know why, maybe it was the drinks—I announced, “I have a hard-on.”
Ellen, who was sitting between Rudy and me on the couch, said, “You do? Let’s see.” And she put her hand on my dick. “Wow,” she said. “You sure do. It’s a real bell-ringer.”
Rudy, I guess not to be outdone, spoke up and said, “I have one too.”
Ellen turned to me. “Should I check it out?” she asked.
“I guess you’d
better,” I told her. “You checked mine out, didn’t you?”
“Yes, I did, so I guess I’d better.” And with that she put her hand on the very obvious bulge in Rudy’s pants. “My goodness, he certainly does have a hard-on,” she said, and began rubbing it up and down. Rudy looked stunned, but he didn’t do or say anything. He just sat there staring at the TV screen while she stroked his erection. In about five minutes he went rigid for a moment, after which he visibly relaxed. Only then did Ellen take her hand off him and announce, “Boys, all this erection-checking has made me tired, and I’m going to bed.”
With that the party broke up. We said good night to Rudy and went back to our room, where I laid my wife on the bed and banged her. We were both so hot we only lasted about two minutes before we had a great thundering mutual orgasm. Just as she was going to sleep, Ellen mumbled, “You’re right, he is abundantly hung.”
The next night the three of us lingered long over dinner, then went up to go to bed. At Rudy’s door, Ellen put her arms around him and gave him a good-night kiss. It started mildly enough, but quickly turned highly passionate. They ground their bodies together, and I could see that their mouths were wide open. I stood there and watched, hoping that nobody would come down the hall. That kiss lasted three or four minutes, and when it ended I had a full-blown erection, and I could see that Rudy did too. Later, when I got Ellen to bed, she was wildly horny, and we had an outstanding session.
The night after that we went dancing at the hotel where we were staying. When Rudy danced with Ellen, if he had gotten any closer to her, he would have been behind her. She told me that it was quite a sensation to have that huge thing of his pressing into her tummy while they danced.
Finally we called it a night and went upstairs. As we got off the elevator, Ellen turned to me and said, “Honey, Rudy has something he wants to show me in his room. You go on, I’ll be along in a while.” Then she gave me a peck on the lips, took Rudy’s hand and started down the hall.
I stood and watched until they were in his room. Then I went to our room and went to bed. I knew what he wanted to show her—his great big donkey dong. I lay there thinking about him pumping it in and out of my wife, and it wasn’t long before I got hard as a rock. I jerked off as my fantasies got more and more graphic, shooting a husky load all over myself. Then I slid into a deep sleep.
I never heard Ellen come in, so I didn’t get to talk to her about it till the next morning.
“So did you?” I asked.
“Did I what?”
“You know what. You and Rudy. Did you?”
“Yes. Yes, we did.”
“Oh. How was it?”
“It was good,” she said. “Very good.”
“Tell me about it, please.”
“Okay. We closed the door and went into a wild clinch. We put our tongues down each other’s throat, then grabbed each other’s ass and dry-humped.”
“That’s picturesque.”
“Well, we were horny. So then we got undressed and went to bed.”
“What was it like?”
“His penis? Well, it’s a big one, all right. Luckily, I was pretty wet down there, so he got on top of me and put it in.”
“Just like that? No problems getting it in?”
“No problems, but it did take a while. He kept giving me little jabs, and then it was all the way in. Right up to his balls.”
“How did it feel?”
“It felt wonderful. I’ve never been so filled up. Then it felt even better when he began thrusting. But it didn’t last long enough. We were so worked up that we came in about a minute. I wanted more.”
“So what did you do?”
“Well, we lay there talking for a while. Then I took his penis in my hand and started to play with it. It soon came alive again, so I took it in my mouth. Didn’t take long before it was ready for action. And that time, I came three times before he shot his load.”
“So size does make a difference,” I said.
“Not really. If it did, a great big dildo would be enough. Sure, he has a big one and it felt good in me. But any penis feels good if the guy knows how to use it. Rudy knows how. He’s good, but he’s nowhere as good as you.”
“Really?”
“Really. You’re my lover, and I love you. Now, how about we fool around a little before breakfast?”
We did, and after a while she went down on me. I tried to hold off, but in just a short time I spurted out my load in her mouth.
“It really excites you to hear about me and Rudy, doesn’t it?” Ellen said, smiling at me.
“Yes, it does.”
“We’ll probably do it again tonight. Would you like to join us?”
“A threesome? What would Rudy think about that?”
She assured me that it would be fine. I suspected she had talked him into it, but if my wife wanted to try out two men at once, that was fine with me.
Right after dinner that night, the three of us went up to our room. A great feature of our bathroom was a huge stall shower, easily big enough for three people to fool around in, and Ellen suggested that we do just that.
As soon as we got under the warm spray Rudy and I went to work kissing Ellen and feeling her up. We lathered her up with the soap, but it was really more foreplay than washing. With four soapy hands working on her, it wasn’t long before she had a shuddering orgasm. Then she took the soap and went to work on our cocks, one in either hand. Just a bit of that and we were both rock-hard, whereupon she began jerking us off. We had to stop her, or the party would have been over.
After we got out of the shower and dried off, Ellen got Rudy and me to sit on the bed next to each other. She explained that she got a real kick out of playing with two hard organs at once. Again taking one of us in each hand, she fondled, stroked, teased and caressed. And then she brought her mouth into play. She’d lick and nibble the head of one cock while steadily jerking the other off. It was incredibly exciting to experience a blowjob alternating with a handjob, while watching the guy next to me in the same situation. The end came suddenly for both of us. As Rudy moaned, Ellen took her mouth off him and pumped his rigid shaft rapidly, upon which he sprayed his white come into the air. That set me off too, and I shot out a half dozen forceful spurts of sperm.
Ellen was really hot now, and she hit on a great way to get us ready again. She proceeded to lick up all the come we had splashed onto our thighs and bellies. The sight, not to mention the sensation, of that busy tongue eagerly swabbing up every drop of our sperm had us both hard again in no time.
Then Ellen lay back and announced that she sure could use one of those stiff poles between her legs. I suggested that Rudy go ahead, and he didn’t hesitate. He rolled on top of her and slowly jabbed his stiffness into her until their pubic hair meshed.
As I watched Rudy screw my wife, I didn’t feel the slightest bit jealous. Instead, I became more and more aroused. He set a good pace as he thrust in and out of her, while she wrapped her arms and legs around him and matched his every move. In a few minutes she came with a soft little grunt, but he kept right on going until she had another orgasm, and then another. I admired his control and his pace. When he started to speed up I knew the end was near. Ellen had her most intense climax yet as Rudy emptied himself inside her.
I let them rest for a bit, and then I tapped Rudy on the butt and said, “Next.” He got off her and I climbed aboard. Oh God, it felt good to thrust my rigid cock into that warm, slippery pussy, and the knowledge that I was fucking her through another man’s sperm made it incredibly erotic. I didn’t last as long as Rudy had, but I did my best. My climax was as good as it gets, and Ellen came yet again as I spurted into her.
A little later, as we lay side by side, we all undoubtedly agreed that this had turned out to be a very happy tour indeed!—O.F., Portland, Oregon
Pillow Talk
A PROFESSIONAL RISK-TAKER TRAVELS TO FIND WHAT’S ELUDING HIM AT HOME
Usually I freelance as a data manag
er for large, international corporations. As an aspiring trader, though, I’m a member of a new group that holds seminars at various sites around the world. I’m married to a jealous, insecure, conservative, homophobic woman who only likes to fuck every other month, which frankly isn’t enough to suit me. To remedy that situation, I see a number of lovers around the country when I travel alone.
I hadn’t been to Louisiana in more than ten years but I knew what to expect in New Orleans: hot, humid and plenty of it. After a long flight I checked into my hotel near the fabulous Bourbon Street area. I was sharing a suite with Rob, a friend of mine from Texas.
There was some confusion over my registration while I was getting my convention badge, so I went to the troubleshooting line. There I ran into Craig, a writer with several published novels under his belt. His companion, Barbara, was having trouble registering too, so we stood in line and chatted while Craig tended to other business. Barbara is cheerful, dark-haired, quick-witted and very buxom. I like Barbara well enough to mildly flirt with her, which delights the hell out of her, but flirting was the only thing on my mind right then because I was pretty sure she was Craig’s lover and I planned on meeting my own girlfriend from New Jersey a little later in the day.
We were getting along so well that Barbara invited me to accompany her, Craig and some friends to dinner. I gladly agreed, since it seemed she’d studied up on New Orleans’s eateries and I hadn’t. That evening, I met the dinner group in the lobby and was introduced to their friends from New York City: Arlene, another middle-aged, dark-haired beauty, and her friend Eileen, a good-looking blonde who was probably in her late thirties. All three were rooming together to save costs.
We went out into the hot, muggy evening and caught a trolley bus to our restaurant. While riding and getting to know them, I began to flirt with Arlene and Eileen as well. I also began to get ideas about Arlene. Her long dark hair and full lips were giving me a hard-on that wouldn’t quit, but I had to forget about it because during the course of dinner, Arlene innocently clued me in that she was married and had children back home and implied that she wasn’t a serious prospect for anything more than friendship and small talk.
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