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