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 Young Stud Shares His `Monster Cock' with this Hubby's Wife

   A few months ago while my wife (Ali) and I were cuddling and screwing, I
repeated an idea I had often suggested to her.  I encouraged her to enjoy
herself with other men.  Unlike the earlier times when I had suggested it,
that time she readily agreed.

   We met a few swingers, but I found that I'd rather she be fucked by
other men.  Ali enjoyed having new guys fuck her, but I wasn't as
interested in fucking another guy's wife as having a guy fuck mine.  As our
lifestyle was taking shape, we joined a nudist camp about 20 miles from our
home.

   The camp boasts a bar, pool, lunchroom, a small "night club" of sorts, a
lake and several recreational activities.  Families make up a majority of
its membership, but singles can also be found there almost any day.

   One evening, we were sitting alone at a dining room table in the
clubhouse.  Typically on weekends, the dining area is crowded until the
hours grow late.  A young man walked up to our table and asked if he could
join us.  A camera was hanging from a shoulder as he gripped a cafeteria
tray of food.

   The young guy was tall and slender.  His dark hair was trimmed short,
his eyes a brilliant green.

   I said, "Sure." He placed his tray across from us and pulled up a chair.
Most diners were naked at all meals, but he and I wore towels at our waist
that night.  That night Ali had felt more comfortable with her white towel
wrapped about her body.

   The young guy's name was Matt.  We learned that he was 19-years old, and
that he was halfway through his second year at a local community college.
He said that he, his younger sister, and parents had been members of the
camp since he was in middle school.

   That weekend, he said his parents had paid for a room at the camp, but
around noon, his dad had been called and told he was needed at his store
that afternoon and the next day.  Two of his part-time employees had become
ill and needed to go home as soon as he could get there.  Their daughter
Karen left with them.  The dad told Matt he could have the room for the
night all for himself.

   As we chatted, he told us that he was also taking a photography class
for an easy credit.

   Glancing to a smattering of others around the dining area, he confided
he had asked a couple of married women if they might be interested in
modeling.  He said he was turned down because both woman were afraid their
pictures might show up on some website.

   He said his promises that that wouldn't happen didn't convince them. 
The photos weren't for his classroom work, but only for "experience," and
for an intended personal collection.

   My wife's eyes rolled a fleeting look toward me, as if questioning
whether she should offer to be his model.  I nodded my quick approval.

   Turning to Matt, she said, "Sounds like you're asking me if I'd model
for you." He laughed and said, "Well, not really, but...  well, would you?
You can control the nature of the photos."

   We finished our meal and walked out the door toward our cabin.  Holding
his camera by its strap, Matt walked behind Ali to our place.  Walking
behind him, I noticed his eyes roaming over my wife's nude figure.  I
couldn't blame him.  She is truly incredible.  I later learned she was
aware of his stare.

   In the cabin, I removed my towel, walked to the laundry basket and threw
it in.  As I entered the living room I noticed Ali's hand was over her
mouth.  She was gapping at Matt's monster cock.  I too was startled and
said, "Wow!  You're, like, well, huge!" He grinned, "Yeah, I know.  I get a
lot of looks while walking around the grounds here."

   My wife's eyes darted to my member, then to his.  She said, "I apologize
for ogling.  It's like a huge spike!"

   His dick was only semi-tumescent.  Although I am not bi, I was getting
hard just looking at it.  Perhaps my reaction also was my suspicion of what
was racing through my Ali's mind.  She gulped and asked, "What would you
like me to do for your first picture?"

   Ali was only wearing large red earrings and a red, beaded necklace. 
Matt asked her to lean against a kitchen counter.  After a couple of shots
with his digital camera, he told her, "I won't need to `direct' you. 
You're a natural.  Do whatever you think is right for a pose."

   Moments later Ali laid on the couch, and placed a leg atop the couch's
back, the other on the floor.  That position placed her just below the
level of his cock.  Her eyes again traveled down his body to his cock.  Her
voice trembled as she asked, "Is this okay for your next shot?"

   She could barely disguise her excitement.  Her pale brown nipples stood
out like spikes.  Her groin pumped a couple of times in a subtle, lusty
roll.

   Neither Matt nor I were fooled by her feeble attempt to act cool.  And
Ali, gazing up at the young man's massive (and now throbbing) cock,
certainly wasn't fooled by his pretense not to feel the same excitement.

   Although Matt's skin is pale, not tanned as are most nudists, his stiff
member was darker with purple veins.  His dickhead was broad, an oversized
walnut atop the expansive stalk.  And, although certainly not as
substantial, at that point I was as hard as the young guy standing over my
wife.  Matt's dick was horizontally straight, not curved upward like my
smaller member.

   He reached into his camera bag and pulled out a pack rolling papers and
a plastic baggie of green weed.  He devised a joint, lit it, and passed it
around.  That was our first experience with the stuff.

   Matt shot more pictures on the couch.  My wife's breasts rose and fell
as she continued to stare at Matt's generous dimensions.  Soon I noticed
that his hands were trembling.  He opened his mouth as if to ask her
something, but didn't.  Ali opened her mouth like she was imagining sucking
his length down her throat.

   In our semi-intoxicated state, nothing any longer seemed real to my wife
or me.  Her voice quavering, she said, "Would you rather have me on the
bed?" and then, realizing the unintentional double entendre, restated, "I
mean, you know, like me to pose on our bed?"

   Matt caught sight of my stiff shaft and nodded affirmatively, saying,
"Sounds good to me." We all went into the bedroom.

   Lying on her back, my wife suggested to him, "Want to kneel over me and
take a picture from above?" She spread her legs.  He knelt between her
knees and pointed the camera at her face and breasts.

   As she reached to push her hair back, her fingers "accidentally" brushed
across his dick.  Her hand lingered there for a moment, and then enwrapped
his extensive girth.

   Matt laid his camera aside, leaning his hands against the headboard. 
She stroked his cock with unhurried, steady pulls, staring at the his
throbbing length and large dickhead.  Her slender fingers stroked its
dimensions, trailing down to caress his large balls.  His member lurched at
each erotic touch.

   He glanced to me as if to ask whether I was upset over what was
happening.  I licked my upper lip nodded approvingly.  Amid curious effects
from the few hits off Matt's joint, my mind felt as if I were on another
planet where reality no longer ruled.

   Ali moaned and wrapped her long legs about his hips.  I sat in a chair
in the bedroom's corner to watch.

   She said, "I've been at this nudist camp several times, and I've never
seen anyone so big." He responded, "Probably because you haven't seen them
hard before."

   She knew I like watching but said to him, "I don't want my husband
feeling any jealousy later.  So, would you mind if I asked him to guide you
in?"

   He agreed, perhaps somewhat reluctantly, "Okay" She waved me to the bed.
I sat sit alongside them at the bed's edge.  Ali seized my forearm, leading
my hand to grasp his member.

   His rigid rod throbbed beneath its yielding outer flesh.  I could see
that my wife's yearning cunt was creaming.  She whimpered, her hips rolling
in anticipation of that colossus sinking deeply inside her.

   My fist lingered a moment, lightly pumping his baton.  I was surprised
at my joy, firmly holding his enviable length.  My wife's fervent plea
rocked me from my reverie as she cried, "Put it inside me.  Now!" She
tightened her long legs around his buttocks, pulling her groin to his.

   I guided the dickhead until it rested just inside the mouth of Ali's
slick cunt.  Her head rolled, her hair flailing in the warm air.  Sobbing,
she licked the fullness of her lips.  Her eyes were wide as he pressed
deeper.  Matt groaned in pleasure.

   I moved away and again plopped into the corner chair.  Curling my fist
around my cock, I masturbated as his baton descended into my wife's pussy.

   Now fully united, both moaned as they fucked madly.  Matt's stalwart
pole rammed in and out of her.  Her hips rolled, meeting his every thrust.
She wailed as the young guy's cock thrust into her hot cunt like a
battering ram.  The beads of her red necklace and ear rings rattled as
their bodies writhed and shuddered in wild abandoned.

   "I'm gonna cum," he groaned.  "Me too," she said.  "Fuck meeee!" She
thrashed madly beneath him.

   He grunted as his ample seed flooded my Ali's cunt.  She whimpered, and
then wailed, "It's so good!  I'm a'cummin!" They exploded together.  My
eyes closed.  I pumped my cock until I erupted in creamy gobs.

   Exhausted, Ali and Matt walked to the shower together.  I watched from
the doorway as she knelt on the tile and took as much of his length as
possible into her mouth.  Returning to the bed, her lips encircled his
cock, and he lapped her clitoris.  He rolled her onto her stomach.

   She knelt on all fours, gripping the headboard, and swiveled her head
around to watch his big dick entering her pussy from the rear.  Her hips
rolled invitingly.  She howled as his torpedo submerged full depth inside
her.

   Matt's flesh slapped forcefully against her buttocks.  He groaned as his
hot sperm again spewed between her cuntal walls.  My Ali was cumming in
multiple orgasms, and finally they climaxed simultaneously in ear
shattering cries.

   Matt and his family live less than ten miles from our home.  The
proximity allows my wife and Matt to fuck often while I am on the road
during the week.  He has often fucked her at our home.  Sometimes I watch,
but often they hook up alone.

   All of this must seem somewhat weird to most straight couples.  Yet,
ours is a lifestyle that gives us both pleasure.  My wife has discovered
that she gets great pleasure from playing with new cocks in her hands, and
hosting them inside her body.  Meanwhile, I genuinely enjoy watching her
enjoy her new guys, and hearing her reports when she plays while I am not
there.

   Andre'