MY FIRST TIME WITH AN EXTRA GUY... And Follow-Ups

Annette's First Letter  -  10/28/97

Dear Joan,

I don't consider myself a great writer, but here is my 
report on the first time Roger (my husband) let another 
man fuck me.  Although we had talked about this sort of 
thing for some time... and fantasized about it.  This 
experience really wasn't planned at all.

First, I probably should give you a description of 
myself.  I'm not beautiful.  Cute, maybe, but not 
beautiful.  I stand about 5'6".  I have long light 
brown hair and saucy green, almond-shaped eyes.  My 
mouth is very kissable and I have full ripe lips (just 
made for cock sucking, Roger says).  

My boobs aren't gigantic, but they are cone-shaped and 
very firm.  I have a small birthmark on my left breast.  
My nipples are strawberry-colored and ache when they 
get hard, which is when I'm excited.  

My legs are maybe my best feature.  They are long and 
shapely.  I keep them smooth and tanned.  I have a cute 
little butt.  I have fleecy pubic hair that reveals 
more than covers my thick pussy lips.  I have a very 
large clitoris, which Roger says is why I can cum so 
easily.  Although my clit is large, my pussy is quite 
snug.  It feels wonderful when a big cock stretches it 
pleasantly.
     
Anyway, here is how the first time happened:

Roger and I like the outdoors, so we invited Jason and 
his wife Lori to join us on a two day camping trip.  
When we went to pick them up, Lori said she was sick 
and couldn't go along.  Jason decided to join us 
anyway.  However, we could see that he was steaming.  
After a few miles, he admitted that he and Lori had had 
a big fight.  He wasn't even sure she would be there 
when he got back.

We tried to cheer up our friend.  Frankly, although he 
was six foot tall and handsome in a rugged sort of way, 
I had never thought of him in a sexual way, because of 
Lori.  But if Lori was gone. . . .

We went fishing but didn't have any luck.  So as 
evening descended, I made us some steaks over an open 
fire.  We had picked a secluded campsite far away from 
anyone else, so we three were utterly alone in the 
wilderness, or at least it seemed that way.

Roger broke out the scotch and we started to drink.  I 
suppose I could say that it was because I had too much 
to drink that we ended up in a threesome that night... 
but I would be lying.  Frankly, Roger and I had talked 
about it often enough, and I had fantasized about it 
enough that I was ready... actually more than ready.  
Jason started to tell Roger how lucky he was, how 
beautiful I was, how he would give his left nut to be 
in Roger's place.

Roger grinned.  "Well go ahead and take my place.  I 
won't stop you," he said casually.  "I don't mind, and 
I don't think Annette will mind either."

For a moment there was stunned silence.  The fire 
crackled in the silence as Jason and I absorbed what 
Roger had just said.  Hadn't he told Jason to be like a 
husband to me, to do what any husband does with his 
wife?  That's the way I heard it... and so did Jason.

"Do you mean it?" he said, with a catch in his throat.

"Help yourself," I heard my husband say.

The three of us were sitting on a blanket before the 
fire.  I was suddenly aware of the maleness looming on 
either side of me.  I felt a thrill course through me 
at the thought.

Jason reached over and moved my light brown hair away 
from my face.  Tentatively, he nibbled on my lips.  
That turned into a deep kiss.  I felt his tongue press 
against my lips and teeth, and soon I opened my mouth 
for him.  

I felt his hand exploring one of my boobs, squeezing it 
lightly, rubbing the nipple through my shirt.  I found 
myself opening to his advances.

I was panting when I said, "Let me open it."  I undid a 
couple of buttons.

Jason slid his hand into my shirt, then under my bra 
and began to squeeze my breast.  The nipple tightened.  
Luckily, it wasn't cold.  The fire was more for light 
than heat.  So when I shrugged out of my shirt, then 
unfastened my front-opening bra, I shivered from 
anticipation... not from chill.  Jason inhaled when he 
saw my strawberry nipples.  He leaned forward and 
nibbled on one, then the other.  I put my hand in his 
hair and shoved more of my boob into his mouth.

Meanwhile, Roger was on the other side of me.  He 
massaged my back and butt while he watched our friend 
nibbling on my breasts.  With his other hand, Roger was 
squeezing his cock through his blue jeans.

I laid back on the blanket, and Jason slid his hand 
into my jeans.  

"Here let me help," my husband whispered, and he 
unzipped me, pulling off my tennis shoes, socks, jeans 
and bikini panties.  Now I was completely naked between 
the two guys.  Jason smiled up at me as he let his 
fingers drift up my thighs.  I spread my legs for him, 
and he glided his fingers over my pussy lips, over my 
clitoris, which was throbbing.  

As he returned to my mouth and kissed my lips some 
more, my husband fondled my clitoris.  I whimpered 
softly as the two men played with me under the stars in 
front of the campfire.  Jason sucked on my tits while 
Roger finger-fucked me.  Shit, I was about to go crazy 
with so many hands all over my body, teasing me, 
playing with me.

"Please," I whimpered.

Roger pulled his hand back, and Jason positioned 
himself between my uplifted knees.  Jason had taken his 
pecker out of his pants.  It was a nice size, not so 
big as to be frightening, but big enough I thought, to 
stretch my rather small pussy.

He stirred the head of his dick around my pussy, 
getting it wet with my juices, then he gradually fed it 
in an inch at a time.

I sighed and arched my tits for his mouth and undulated 
my hips.  His fucking was glorious.  Soon he was 
picking up speed, ramming away.  I was gasping for 
breath.  He gripped my ass, fucking and fucking me.

Suddenly, I felt him spurt.  He was erupting with a 
huge and hot load.  He had so much cum in him that I 
felt it dribble down the crack of my ass.  

At the same time, I saw stars.  My orgasm tore through 
my sweaty body, making me lose my breath.  I arched my 
butt and actually lifted him into the air.  My cunt 
clamped down on his cock, continuing to milk him.  
Finally . . . I slumped back on the blanket, satisfied.

After Jason's cock shrunk, he collapsed beside me.  

Before I could move, Roger was there, ready with 
another stiff cock.  I purred softly, taking him by the 
neck. 

"Your turn, lover," I whispered to him.  My cunt was so 
open, so wet and sticky from Jason's pummeling, that my 
husband buried his cock in me immediately.

He was so hot and ready to go that he just plowed my 
furrow.  Helplessly, I lay beneath his pounding... 
savoring the second wonderful cock of the evening.  

His cock swelled after just a few minutes, and he 
poured the largest load of sperm into me that I have 
ever felt.


Well, that was the first time, and I can tell you that 
I rarely left the tent that weekend.  The guys fucked 
me all night and all of the next day too.  I could 
barely walk I was so filled with their cum.

As it turned out, Jason and Lori got back together 
again.  But none of us told Lori what had happened.  
Jason would come over for threesomes every so often 
until they moved away.

Well, I hope you enjoyed this story about my first two-
male threesome.  I'm not very good at writing things 
down, but this is the way it happened.

Love and kisses,

Your Annette  


Annette's Second Letter  -  11/3/97

Dear Joan,

I'm glad my first writing try was good enough for you.  
The evening with Jason took place four years ago now, 
and Roger and I have since had several other threeway 
experiences.  Not a lot, but some.  

I, for one, am definitely glad that Roger likes this 
kind of fun.  In a way, for me it is like being single 
and being married at the same time.

Anyway, here is another of our adventures.  Would you 
please send me your own story, L-104, in return.  I'd 
like to read about your adventures too.
  

Roger works for an electronics firm, and one time he 
had to go to a show in Las Vegas.  He invited me to go 
with him.  We were staying at a small motel on the 
strip that wasn't very busy.

We were back at the motel one night after gambling.  It 
was about 2 in the morning.  

"Let's go down to the hot tub," Roger said.  "I think 
it closes at ten," I told him.

Roger just shrugged.  "We won't tell them."

I put on my royal blue bikini, and Roger and I went 
down to the hot tub.  When we got there, we were 
surprised to discover one other guy there.

He had a bottle of champagne beside the hot tub and he 
invited us to join him.  It was kind of strange to swig 
champagne right out of the bottle, but what the hell.

Roger glanced at me, and I knew immediately what he had 
in mind.  After you've been married a few years you can 
tell that about your spouse, can't you?  The stranger 
sat on one side of me in the sudsy water and Roger on 
the other.  Under the water, Roger let his hand drift 
over my awakening tits and moistening cunt.

The stranger told us his name was Bill.  He was a 
friendly, outgoing guy.  Turned out he was in town for 
the same convention Roger was attending, and he was 
leaving the next morning.  "Back to boring 
Minneapolis," he said.

"Well before you go, maybe we can give you a night to 
remember," said Roger.

"How?"

"Annette, Sweetheart, why don't you take off your top 
and show Bill what nice tits you have?'

I didn't say a word; I just did as Roger suggested.  I 
untied my top.  I allowed my top to drop very slowly, 
showing Bill first the tops of my tits, then the 
nipples.  As I think I've said already, my boobs aren't 
huge.  I'm only a B cup.  But they stand out rather 
proudly.  I have a mole on one of my breasts.  My 
nipples are strawberry-colored, but they get darker 
when they are excited.  Like they were then.  The 
nipples were kind of crinkly too.

I let my fingertips glide over each of my breasts as I 
looked into Bill's eyes.  He was stunned, but I could 
also tell he was excited, spellbound by my boobies.  

Roger said softly, "Would you like to feel them, Bill?"
 
Bill nodded.

I thrust my tits forward and his fingertips caressed my 
smooth flesh.  God it felt good.  He tweaked the 
nipples with his fingers, which brought a groan to my 
throat. 

Roger whispered.  "Would you like to taste them, Bill?  
They're wonderful."

Bill didn't say anything, he just bent forward and 
brought one nipple into his mouth.  He lapped at it, 
then nibbled on it and sucked it between his teeth.

By now I was really hot and panting.  I was hot from 
Bill, not from the hot tub.

Roger said, "Would you like to feel Annette's pussy?"

Bill: "Mmmm."

Roger: "Take off your bottoms, Honey."  I did... with 
shaking fingers.

Under the water I felt Bill's fingers, caressing my 
thigh, then feeling his way to my pussy.  He stroked my 
clit.  I gasped with pleasure as his fingers delved 
into my pussy.  One finger, then two was fucking me.  I 
was whimpering now with pleasure.

"Get up on the side, Annette, and let Bill eat you," my 
husband gently instructed.

Eagerly, I pulled myself up, although I slipped a 
couple of times because my hands were shaking so much.

I laid back on the tile, putting a towel under my 
head... leaving my legs, from my knees down, still 
dangling in the water.  Bill held my pussy lips apart.  
For a moment he just gazed at my cunt.  "Beautiful," he 
murmured.  Then he leaned forward and began to lap at 
my cunt.  Fuck!  I thought I would go crazy.  It felt 
so nasty... and good!  He dragged his tongue up my 
slit.  His tongue circled my clit, then lashed back and 
forth until I cried out.  Then he probed and buried his 
tongue far up into my vagina.  He tongue-fucked me for 
a long time, until my legs shook in a mini-orgasm.

"Don't worry," Roger told him with a laugh, "she's good 
for plenty more."

When I recovered, I noticed that Bill had pulled off 
his swimming suit.  He pulled me toward him.  I leaned 
on the deck with my bottom now floating partly 
submerged in the hot tub.  When he reached out to pull 
me toward him, I wrapped my legs around his waist.  He 
leaned toward me, and we kissed hotly.  I mashed my 
aching tits against his chest.  I was so fucking hot I 
would have fucked the whole army about then... if Roger 
had asked me to do so.

I felt Bill's peter poking my crotch.  I reached under 
the water and guided his plump but not-long cock into 
my eager pussy.  We were almost weightless in the 
water, so Bill held me by my waist and pumped me up and 
down on his cock.  I closed my eyes and savored the 
feelings flowing through my limbs, through my pussy and 
belly and thighs and tits.

"Fuck!" Bill muttered, "I'm cumming."

I felt his fat little cock twitch and jerk.  Then I 
felt his warmth spew into my hot little cunny.  I 
clenched my cunt muscles, milking him.

He groaned and gave me several more squirts.

Before I could recover from that very pleasant orgasm, 
Roger lifted me up and turned me over.  I was bracing 
myself against the side of the hot tub.  My husband was 
now ramming his cock into me with powerful strokes.  I 
love it doggy-style so much.  It feels so nasty, and I 
can feel the full length of the guy's cock, right up to 
his balls, buried in my pussy.

Bill kissed my mouth and shoulders while Roger pummeled 
me from behind.  Roger held my tits and squeezed and 
massaged them.  They almost hurt from so much man-
handling.

I came at the same time that Roger did.  I shuddered, 
panted, and let out a small scream of pleasure.  My 
husband's wonderful eight-incher poured a huge load of 
sperm into my twat.

After that, I was totally exhausted.  But the guys 
insisted on going up to the room for some more.  I tell 
you, I just laid there on the bed and enjoyed all of 
it.

Love and Kisses, Joan,

From Annette


Annette's Third Letter  -  11/11/97

Dear Joan,

Thank you for sending me the wonderful story.  It is 
just my kind of story.  My pussy got gloriously wet.

I'm glad you're liking the stories about our 
experiences.  Writing them brings back a lot of old 
memories, and some of them are getting me hotter than 
hell, so I have to yell to Roger to come in here!

Anyway . . . here's another story for you.  This is a 
later session with our friend Jason.  You might 
remember him from my first story.  After that time by 
the lake, Jason would come over by himself every so 
often.  Lisa didn't mind because she knew Roger was 
there.  If she had ever known what really went on!

One particular evening, Roger suggested that Jason and 
I not fuck.  He wanted to see me masturbate his friend.

"Okay," I said enthusiastically, and Jason was just as 
eager.  "Put your hands above your head," I told Jason, 
pulling off his pants, then shorts.

Jason's cock immediately sprang out of his shorts.  
Frankly, the first time we got together, I was so 
intent on getting that piece of salami in my cunt that 
I really didn't appreciate it like I should have.

In fact, if I have any advice to other wives, it is: 
Pay attention to your man's cock, love it, kiss it, 
adore it, worship it, give it all the attention it can 
handle.  You won't be sorry.

Anyway,  I lovingly held Jason's cock in my hand.  I 
hadn't realized how big it was.  I'm not into 
measurements, but even I had to admit his was plenty 
big.  It was soft and velvety at the beginning, so I 
decided I should give it a mouth job.  

I held it in my palm and dragged my full lips up the 
length of his hose.  I gazed into my husband's avid 
eyes as I dragged my tongue up one side, then down the 
other side of Jason's prick.  I sucked each of his 
balls into my mouth, cradling them on my tongue.  Then 
I ran my fingertips up and down his cock.  Jason had a 
beautiful cock.  It looked like marble and had large 
blue veins... like miniature rivers... coursing through 
it.  He had a thick pubic bush that covered the base of 
his shaft.  

"Beautiful," Roger whispered, watching us.  "Fuck... 
you're gorgeous, Annette."  His comment made me feel 
very special.  "Thanks," I said with a dreamy smile, my 
spit trailing from my lips to Jason's cockhead.

I spread my saliva over Jason's dick, making it shiny 
and slippery... actually gleaming.  Then I began to 
stroke him.  His cock started to grow and grow.  It 
become thick and hard.  I took his prick in both of my 
hands and started to jack him off.

"Fuck," Jason panted as I stroked him. 

For a moment, I stopped beating him off, and I rubbed 
his cock against my tits.  By this time my strawberry 
nipples were naked.  Roger, meanwhile, watching the 
action, was jacking himself off.

I started to stroke Jason even faster.  Sometimes, I 
would hold his dick very lightly and jack him off.  At 
other times I would grip his shaft harder and harder.  

Sweat glistened on Jason's forehead.  Sweat dripped 
from my forehead too, and a bead dropped to my jiggling 
tit.  "Don't stop," Jason stuttered.  I wasn't about 
to.  

His cock swelled.  It was incredibly hard by now.  As 
fast as I could, I jacked him off.

Suddenly he erupted.  Enormous gobs of cum shot from 
his cock.  He groaned, rolling his head from side to 
side.  He was like a geyser, shooting off large 
bullets, then his cum streamed and rolled over my two 
hands.  I squeezed his cock and he let out a bellow of 
pleasure.  My hands were covered with Jason's sticky 
jizz.

I looked over at Roger, and his cock was overflowing 
too.  His whitish sperm was coating his cock and his 
jiggling hand.

With a smile of pleasure on my lips, I began to lick all of the 
cum off of Jason's dick.  It was delicious, warm and sticky... and 
ever so slightly salty. When his shaft was clean, I went over to 
my husband on my knees, and cleaned off his cock too.

To show their appreciation, the two guys took turns eating me out 
for about an hour.  I found myself cumming in wave after wave, 
every five minutes or so.  I was exhausted when they were finished 
with me... exhausted, but pleasantly satisfied too!

I hope you three enjoy this additional report on the fun I have 
been having with my husband Roger, and our friend Jason!

A big kiss, Annette



Annette's Fourth Letter 

Dear Joan,

Most of the time when you read wife-watching stories, 
they are from the viewpoint of the husband.  Well, now 
you are going to get to read one from a wife's point of 
view... from my perspective, as the wife involved!

Most of the time, the men who fuck me know that Roger 
is right there watching me, but occasionally, Roger 
will hide.  This is one of those times.

Roger had a friend by the name of Jim, who he hadn't 
seen since high school days.

Jim was moving out here, and asked Roger if he could 
stay at his place.  Roger said, sure, why not.  Jim 
didn't know that Roger had married, so his jaw dropped 
when I answered the door.

"Who--who are you?" he stuttered, looking me up and 
down with obvious interest.  Like I said, he didn't 
know Roger was married.  He looked pretty damn good to 
me too, with chocolate-colored hair, long dark lashes 
and piercing blue eyes. 

"I'm Mrs. Roger," I laughingly told him.

Roger had come up behind me.  "Hi, Jim, this is my wife 
Annette.  We've been married a couple of years now," he 
told him.
  
You know the way you sometimes get along with a person 
right away.  You know you like them immediately.  Well, 
that is the way Jim and I were.  We were both Lakers 
fans.  We liked the outdoors, especially fishing.  And 
we liked the same TV shows.  We both liked pizza.  
Everything. 

Jim flirted with me outrageously.  I guess I flirted 
back plenty, letting one of my saucy breasts 
occasionally poke above of the top of my blouse.

One time we were both out in the kitchen and I brushed 
by him, my butt brushing against his front.  I felt his 
cock immediately leap to attention, and I giggled 
mischievously.  He just smiled.

Later that night Roger told me, "You sure have my 
friend hot to trot," he laughed.  "Only problem is I 
know he wouldn't think about doing anything about it 
while I'm around."

"What would you like to do, Darling?" I asked him, when 
we were in bed.  I stroked his cock as we talked.

"How about if I pretend to go to work.  Then he will 
think the two of you are alone."

"Sounds good," I told my hubby.

The next day Roger pretended to go to work, but had 
really called in sick.  He hid in our walk-in closet.

I called to Jim from the hallway.  "Would you like some 
coffee?  Roger's gone to work and I'm lonely."

"Sure," he said.  When I brought in his coffee, I had 
on a shortie nightgown that barely covered my pussy.  
It is made of cream-colored satin... one of my 
favorites.

I leaned over to set his coffee on the nightstand 
beside his bed.  I knew he could see my titties.  
They're not big enough to hang down really, but I could 
tell he was interested in what I had.  On the way out 
of the room, I "accidentally" dropped something, and 
when I bent down, my entire ass was exposed to him.  I 
didn't have any panties on, so my thick 
pussy lips were also exposed.

Behind me, I heard him gasp.  I glanced over my 
shoulder as I left his room, and I could see he had a 
raging hard-on.

"I'm going to take a shower," I told him.  "You can 
have it in about fifteen minutes."  "Okay," he said.

Of course, I took twenty minutes... and I made sure I 
didn't come out until I knew he was in the hallway.  I 
guess I really kept Roger waiting a long time in that 
closet.

I exited the shower with only a towel around middle, 
covering just my breasts, waist and hips.  "Oh, I 
didn't know you were there," I said, acting surprised.

"Sure you didn't," he murmured.  He had a towel around 
his waist, but it dropped to the floor when he kissed 
me.   He had a very nice seven-incher.  The skin seemed 
to be stretched tight over his shaft.

I let my own towel drop to the floor as Jim's tongue 
penetrated my lips.  His tongue slid into my mouth, and 
I sucked on it as if it were a miniature prick.  My 
nipples begin to tingle deliciously as he kissed me.

Huskily, I said, "Let's go into my room.  We'll feel 
more comfortable there."

I took him by the hand and led him into Roger and my 
room.  Naked as we were, I kind of felt like Eve 
leading Adam to bed.  As I entered the room, I looked 
over toward the closet and saw Roger in the shadows, a 
grin on his face.  He had just ducked into our walk-in 
closet.  He would have an excellent view of the goings 
on in our bed.

Excitedly sliding onto the sheets, I pulled Jim to me.  
He had a strong, hard body.  I ran my hands over his 
shoulders, his chest, his rippling stomach.  I drug my 
nails across his muscular butt, thinking about that 
muscular frame thrusting into my wanton body.

Meanwhile, Jim was running his hands over my small-but-
firm tits... over my belly, down into the thatch of my 
pussy, grazing my thighs and cunt.  Jim bent his head 
over my twat.  I could feel his warm breath over my 
labia and my throbbing clitoris.  He took my clit in 
his mouth and sucked on it.  I whimpered.  He blew 
across my love button and I cried out with shuddering 
pleasure.
  
As Jim was busily eating me out and I was moaning with 
pleasure, I happened to glance toward the closet and 
saw my husband watching.  I could see that he had his 
cock out.  He was stroking it while staring intently at 
me being pleasured by another man.  I can't explain it, 
but somehow, it made the pleasure more intense, more 
erotic, nastier... to knew my husband was watching.  To 
know he was getting excited watching me, made *me* 
excited too.  Weird?  Don't ask me, but that's the way 
I felt.

I still feel that way.  It isn't enough that I'm horny.  
If Roger is horny too by watching me... that makes it 
all the more exciting.

Anyway, to get back to this incident.

Jim came up and started to kiss my mouth after eating 
me.  I could taste my own juices on his lips, and there 
was something very erotic about it.

I parted my thighs.  "I want you," I whispered to him.  
"Please, Jim, please put it in."

Jim stirred his cock around the entrance to my pussy.  
Fuck, was I wet!  As he pressed, I drew his circumcised 
cock into my pussy with my inner muscles.  He stretched 
me pleasantly.  Gradually, he penetrated fully into me, 
until I felt his balls resting against the bottom of my 
cunt.

He nursed at my tittie as he rested his cock in my 
pussy.  The nipple was as hard as a marble.  I groaned 
helplessly.

Then Jim began to take me with powerful strokes.  I was 
right about Jim's stamina.  He pounded away at me for 
what seemed like an hour.  The feelings were 
sensational!  He couldn't get enough of my body.  We 
were both incredibly sweaty by now, but he kept 
thrusting and shoving and ramming his cock into me.  

Mindlessly, I rolled my head from side to side.  
Sensations of ecstasy rippled through my body, from my 
pussy up my belly into my breasts, along my thighs.  I 
tried to squeeze my pussy muscles, but Jim had reamed 
out my cunt so good that I felt like I had no more 
control.  I just wanted him to fuck me forever.

The sounds of fucking were sticky and wet and loud in 
the room, our belles slapping against each other.  My 
cunt was sopping, his cock glistened.  Beneath us, the 
bed was soaked with our juices.

Meantime, I noticed that my husband was pounding his 
meat as he watched me get the fucking of my life.  I 
wrapped my slim legs around Jim's waist and lifted my 
hips, matching him stroke for stroke.  

Finally, he made the kind of sound that some men make 
as they are cumming... something between a moan and a 
groan.  I felt his cock begin to twitch. It spasmed.  
Then it erupted, shooting hot bullets of sperm down 
through my cunt.

I climaxed myself, shuddering, quivering, calling out 
meaningless sounds of release.  He had so much cum that 
it trickled out of my pussy, staining my thighs.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Roger shoot his 
sticky sperm all over his hand.  That made my own 
climax even more intense, because I had gotten two men 
off at once.  Panting, I fell back among the sheets, 
exhausted.

"Wow," I whispered in Jim's ear.  "That was great."

We only did it that one time.  Jim never found out that 
Roger had watched him pleasure me, and I didn't tell 
him.

Lots of love, 
Annette