When she told me she had started sleeping with her girlfriend Deirdre, I figured I had heard it all. But I was wrong. A week later she said they were talking about having a threesome. It seemed that Deirdre’s husband Harry supposedly had a really big dick, and they were going to ask him to join the fun.
I wasn’t surprised at not being included, but Paula made up for it by being really nice to me for the next couple of weeks, giving me blowjobs and having sex with me almost every day. Of course, sex with Paula consisted mainly of me eating her hot, wet pussy while she told me how much she was looking forward to having a big dick and a delicious pussy at the same time. I would bring her to several orgasms while she fantasized out loud about the delights that awaited her. Then she would finally let me stick my little dick inside her, and I would spray instantly all over her velvety walls.
Paula currently spends most of her weekends with Deirdre and Harry, while I do yardwork or housecleaning. I get very horny thinking about the great times she’s having. Then on Sunday night, when she comes home, dried sweat and come perfuming her tired, well-used body, I lick her clean and then sink my dick into her stretched-out pussy, thanking God for the gift of my wonderful slut wife.—H.B., Evanston, Illinois
HIS SECRET PLAN TO LOOSEN UP HIS WIFE: GET HER HIGH, GET HER DRUNK, GET HER LAID
For some time the idea of getting my sexy but conservative and somewhat naive bride Tina into the sack with another guy had dominated my waking thoughts, as well as my dreams. Yet despite my best efforts and encouragement, and in spite of the fact that she often said that she had no theoretical objection to the idea “as long as the situation was right,” she continued to remain faithful.
Finally, in my frustration, I came up with a plan. I made arrangements to have a friend of mine stop by our house unannounced one Saturday night. I’d made certain we were well stocked with wine, rum, and even some chilled Jell-O shots. My friend Nat was a biker type, about six feet five and at least two hundred fifty pounds. Although Tina didn’t know him, I knew she would like his looks, and I hoped that would lead to something memorable. If it happened, I wanted her to have as good a time as I did.
Nat, of course, was more than willing to enlist in my cause, and even offered to bring a friend along. He would also bring his infamous hash brownies, always a party asset.
The plan was simple. Get her high, get her drunk and get her fucked.
My wife has long, dark rivulets of hair that cascade down across her milk-white shoulders. She has Mediterranean-type features and ample breasts that seem even larger because of her diminutive five-foot-three stature. She also had delicious legs, and the vision of them wrapped around Nat’s waist left me hornier than hell.
That Saturday night she looked fantastic in a little red slip dress and dark thigh-high stockings. We’d shared some wine with dinner and were both feeling good, and Tina seemed only slightly taken aback when our unannounced visitors arrived. Nat’s friend Clem turned out to be a black guy, almost as tall as Nat, but slender and wiry.
Tina set out the brownies, and soon we were all quite buzzed, and the addition of a couple of Jell-O shots seemed to loosen her up quite a bit. I guided the conversation from dirty jokes to sex, and she became quite flirty. Then Nat suggested a game of strip poker.
Tina won the first few hands, and soon we guys were sitting around without our shirts. I could tell that my wife was turned on by our companions. Losing her first hand, Tina was going to take off the stockings, but Nat talked her into leaving them on and taking off her panties instead. The slip dress she had on didn’t really allow for a bra, so we knew she didn’t have many clothes left.
By the time she lost the next hand she had consumed two brownies and multiple Jell-O shots, and was absolutely buzzed. While I cracked open a bottle of rum, Nat and Clem tried to convince her to take off her dress rather than the stockings. Finally she turned to me and asked me if it was okay.
I smiled at her and said, “Hey, you know you’ve got a beautiful body, baby. I’m proud of it.”
She smiled back at me, a little blearily. “Okay,” she said. My heart was pounding as Tina started to pull the dress up, but then Nat spoke up, asking if he could do it. She shrugged and turned her back to him, raising her arms over her head. Nat stood behind her and gently slid the dress up over her body and off.
She was a little flushed, but she didn’t move as our staring eyes took in her nakedness. Her nipples stood straight and erect, excited at being naked in front of two strange men.
The game was forgotten. I suggested that it wasn’t fair for Tina to be naked alone, so the three of us stripped also. My wife eyed the two large members our friends were now showing, the hunger in her eyes betraying her lust. None of us made any effort to hide the boners we were sporting. I knew she’d never seen a black cock before, and she seemed especially fascinated by Clem’s sizeable dick.
I knew it was now or never. “Okay, guys, one last hand wins it all,” I said. “Anything goes. Right. Tina?”
Tina nodded slowly.
Nat won. He stood up, and taking my wife by the hand, stood her up with him. He took her face in his hands and began kissing her. Since he was more than a foot taller than she was, his erection brushed against her ample tits. Her hands instinctively found their way onto his thick sausage and began slowly massaging his ten inches. He whispered something in her ear, and she dropped to her knees. Taking his mammoth cock in her mouth, she sucked and slurped at it, while Nat flushed with excitement, his breath coming fast.
Then Clem got up and walked over to stand beside Nat, presenting his cock to Tina. She switched from Nat’s pole to his, and then back, using her hands and mouth to keep both men on the edge. I was going crazy with joy and lust as I watched this unprecedented spectacle.
Finally the two horny men raised my wife to her feet and helped her onto the dining room table. She reclined on her back as Nat knelt between her legs and began to munch on her glistening twat. Clem moved to the other side of the table and dangled his cock over her mouth. She took it in eagerly, making muffled sounds of delight, until she gasped loudly, pulling Nat’s head against her as her orgasm washed over her in waves.
“Fuck me!” she panted then. “I need it now!”
Even though she was wet with orgasm, it took an effort for Nat to wedge his cock inside her. With each push she grunted, “Yeah, that’s it. Harder!”
Clem’s cock found her mouth again, and muffled moans of pleasure came from deep in her throat. Soon Nat was buried inside her, and the three of them had a rhythm going. Tina’s pussy lips tugged at Nat’s cock with each withdrawal, then stretched open to readmit the invader. With that long hard pole inside her, I knew she was being fucked in places I had never reached. Her ass lifted off the table as she arched to take even more of him.
It didn’t take long for Nat to fill her cunt with a load of come, which oozed out around his shaft. Slowly he withdrew from her, and Clem quickly moved around to take his turn between my wife’s legs.
He began by rubbing the huge bulbous head of his black cock against Tina’s pink, swollen pussy lips. He then began to flick it rapidly against her clit, which soon brought her to another climax. She was still moaning and twisting in its throes as Clem’s cock disappeared deep into her cunt.
The contrast between their bodies was a thrill to see, as was the wild rhythm of their lovemaking. Lusty sounds escaped from both of them. Tina’s breasts bounced with each thrust, keeping time to music only they could hear.
I don’t know how Clem held out as long as he did, but finally he gave a low moan and released his come into my wife’s sodden pussy. When he withdrew I could hold back no longer. When I entered her she was incredibly stretched and wet, but the pictures running through my head made me explode in record time, adding my jism to that of the others.
After the guys left, Tina and I didn’t talk about what had happened. She was so exhausted she just went right to bed. In fact, it wasn’t until two nights later, whe
n we were lying in bed, that she brought up the subject.
“Did you want me to do all those things we did on Saturday?” she queried.
“Yes,” I replied. “It was a real turn-on. Something I’d hoped would happen for a long time. Didn’t you enjoy it?”
“Mmmm, yes,” she said. “You know, I figured you’d set it up, but I was feeling so good, I didn’t care. And now I’m glad. As far as I’m concerned, they’ve got an open invitation anytime now.”
“Nat and Clem?”
“Yes, them… and maybe others too,” she said, blushing a little. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“You know it!” I said.
So my plan had worked even better than I’d hoped for. Nat and Clem are regular visitors at our house now, and they have introduced Tina to more of their friends, both white and black.
The other day I came home to find her straddling Nat’s cock, with some other guy buried deep up her ass, his hands kneading her tits. When she saw me she smiled and opened her mouth, beckoning me with her tongue. I unzipped and moved to her, sticking my dick in her panting mouth. Nowadays the more cock Tina gets, the happier she is.
What more can a husband ask?—R.Y., Albany, New York
HE WANTED HIS WIFE TO BE SEXIER, SO SHE TOOK SLUT LESSONS FROM A NEIGHBOR
When I married Laura she was really out in left field as far as sex was concerned. She was a beautiful, black-haired, large-breasted girl, but she had never learned how to please a man. She was not very good at giving head, and though I tried to teach her, I didn’t have too much success. She didn’t even own a sexy teddy to wear to bed.
One night we were talking about sex, and she asked me what my dream woman would be like. I told her that I wanted someone who could be a slut and a whore in bed and a classy lady in the living room. She looked at me for a long time, and then said, “Well then, buy me something a slut would wear to bed.”
The next morning I bought the sexiest outfit I could find and had it delivered to her dress shop. I started to breathe heavily when she called me at work to tell me she would be my slut that night. She met me at the door of our apartment dressed to fuck. We had sex for hours, until I couldn’t come any more. Even after that, she blushed when I told her that her pussy was wonderful. But what she asked me next really knocked me over. She asked me if it would be okay if she got some help from someone else on how to be a real slut! I was glad she said that, because now I could tell her that I would love to watch her fucking someone else!
I had to go out of town for a week on a business trip. Before I left Laura told me not to be surprised if she was every bit the slut I wanted when I got back. I was really surprised, but also excited at this promising change in her.
When I returned I got an even bigger surprise. Laura met me at the door, dressed to kill. She wore a business suit, but with a very short skirt, and I could see that there was no bra under her silk blouse. I started to hug and kiss her, but she stopped me and said she had something to tell me. She said she had been very bad while I was gone, and she hoped she wouldn’t lose me because of it. I told her she didn’t have to worry. Then she asked me to sit on the couch while she told me her story.
What she told me was the most erotic thing I have ever heard in my life. Laura had asked a hunky college student named Jake, who lived next door to us, if he would teach her to be a real slut! He said he was game, but his girlfriend wouldn’t like it. Laura was really disappointed, but that night there was a knock at the door, and it was our young neighbor. Things had changed. Jake had broken up with his girlfriend, so he was all ready to give Laura the lessons she wanted.
Laura led him to the bedroom, where he stripped down to his boxers. He then took off her top and started sucking her tits, while he slid a hand up her skirt and fingered her pussy. Laura was shocked at his boldness, but she was turned on too. Jake had her pull off his shorts, revealing his huge cock. All she could do was look at it in awe. Jake wanted her to suck it, but she was too timid, even though she really wanted to try out that large cock. He told her to take off her panties, then had her bend over the edge of the bed so he could fuck her doggie-style. She loved it when he slid his cock deep inside her. He did some trash talking while they fucked, and Laura felt that she was in heaven, and on her way to becoming a real slut.
Jake saw that she loved what he was doing to her, so he informed her that this was the only time she could have his big cock unless she ate his come. When she didn’t answer, he pulled out. She begged him to put it back in, and he said he would if he could shoot off in her slutty mouth. Laura said she would try. Jake banged her for another ten minutes, then asked her if she was ready to suck on his dick. Laura said yes. She turned around and got on her knees, and he stuck his cock in her mouth and filled it with his come. Laura said he came in buckets, and some of his hot come spilled out onto her boobs. By now she was so hot that she scooped it up with her fingers and ate it all. Jake congratulated her progress toward being a real slut. Then he dressed and left.
The next day Jake called at her dress shop, where he had her give him a blowjob in one of the dressing rooms. Laura said she almost came while doing it, even though he never touched her. Afterwards he told her to come to his house the next day. He told her to kink up her hair, and to wear a garter belt and stockings, but no panties or bra.
She showed up at his house just as he’d said, and he met her with only a towel on. She really did feel like a slut, but she was ready for the next lesson. Jake went to his closet and pulled out a strange-looking chair with a flexible dildo attached to the seat. He placed it in the center of the room, then set up a camera so he could film the action. Laura was a little nervous about being on film, but very curious to find out what would happen next. Jake asked her to lube up the plastic cock and sit on it for the camera. Laura sat down slowly at first, taking the dildo in very gradually, but it felt wonderful inside her, and soon she was fucking the shit out of it.
A few minutes later the doorbell rang, and Jake let in another young man, a friend of his, who he introduced as Larry. He told Larry that Laura was his new slut. Laura found herself getting hotter than ever at this unexpected exposure to a stranger, especially when Jake took her jacket off, letting her nipples show through her silk blouse. Jake then asked her to tell Larry all the things they had done, while she continued to move up and down on the dildo. After that, at Jake’s request, she took her blouse off and lifted her skirt to show Larry her naked cunt, with the dildo sliding in and out of it.
The next thing Laura knew, Larry was standing in front of her with his hard cock pointing at her face. With a moan she took it into her mouth and gave him a truly abandoned blowjob, while Jake cheered her on. When she was done, Jake told her he was going to give the tape to her husband, and asked her if she wanted to say anything to him. Laura, with Larry’s come all over her mouth and tits, looked straight at the camera and said, “How am I doing, honey? Am I becoming the slut and whore that you wanted?”
Right after she told me all this, Laura showed me the tape. Sure enough, everything on it was just as she had described. It made me so hot that I fucked her right there on the couch.
Now Laura sucks my cock every chance she gets, and I often watch as she fucks Jake, and Larry, and whoever else is around. She has indeed become the slut I wanted, and I love her more than I can say.—J.M., Xenia, Ohio
THE TAPE HE FOUND OF HIS WIFE’S ORGY WAS ONLY ONE PART OF HER SECRET LIFE
My wife Loretta works for a high-powered corporate law firm, while I have my own economic consulting business. We both have occasion to travel a lot. Pursuing our careers while still spending time with our children and having a full life together has required us to be quite good at scheduling. Until recently, I wasn’t aware of quite how good at it Loretta had become.
Our life together has been full in every way. We have a nice group of friends, enjoy various cultural activities, and have always had a good sex life. Loretta, in particular, likes sex. She sa
ys getting off relaxes her and relieves the stresses of the day.
Loretta is five feet five inches tall, and still in very good shape at thirty-eight. Her breasts sag only slightly, her stomach is relatively flat, and she has lean, shapely legs and a cute round ass. Her facial features are well proportioned, and she has lovely auburn hair which falls to her shoulders. Given her outgoing and vivacious personality, she naturally attracts a lot of attention. I often wondered whether she always resisted the advances I knew she got from other men, especially since we were so often apart.
Loretta was always quite up-front about enjoying the flirting that came her way, but she never mentioned actually having an affair, and I never asked her. Indeed, I had often fantasized while making love to her that she was sexually insatiable, and regularly screwed other men when I was away. Well, it turned out that my fantasy was closer to the truth than I had expected. During the last six months Loretta has become the mistress—or sex plaything—of two different men.
I first made this discovery by accident, when I came home from a trip a day early. Rather than tell Loretta, I thought that I would surprise her by showing up for dinner, which we usually have at about eight o’clock. I went to my office, and then decided to stop by a bar not far from Loretta’s office, where I knew she occasionally went with some of her coworkers prior to coming home. There was a chance that I might surprise her there.
The place was quite crowded when I got there, but I immediately saw Loretta sitting at a corner table with a handsome man who looked to be in his late forties. He and Loretta appeared to be in intense conversation. I decided to move to a place near the bar where she would not be likely to see me.
Loretta’s blouse was partly open, revealing significant cleavage, and her skirt had pulled up to show a good deal of her thigh. As I watched, one of the man’s hands went under the table, and after a few minutes Loretta’s expression changed. Knowing her so well, I could tell that she had become aroused. A few more minutes passed, and then the man put some money on the table and they left quickly.
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