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 My Dear Husband's Special Gifts (extra guy, interracial)

   By Mrs.  RJ September, 2007

   I was rapidly approaching the point of completely losing myself in the
passion and pleasure of the moment.  My arms were tied above me, and my
legs were tethered wide apart by long silk ties to the posts of the hotel
bed.  I could hear my own breathing accelerate with each passing moment. 
What had my husband gotten me into?

   The new lacy nightgown that I was wearing for the first time, a gift for
"this special night," that my husband had had me put on, was now hiked up
high enough to expose my increasingly wet vulva.  There I was, totally
exposed to an attractive, young, black stranger whose mouth was within
inches of my sensitive vulva.

   -

   My husband and I have always had a wonderfully close partnership, and
our evenings are often filled with loving and joyful sexual relations.  In
my mind there was not a sense that anything was missing.  Yet one day, as
my husband saw the young man's limber muscles ripple as he pulled a towel
across his back at my husband's health club, something clicked.  My husband
told me later he observed that the quiet and unassuming young man exuded a
raw, youthful and intense animal sexuality.

   That should have been irrelevant to my husband.  But, for some reason my
dear husband sensed that I would be swept away by the young man.  I guess
my husband thinks such thoughts because he and I share such a close
relationship that he feels he can almost see the world from my perspective.
Therefore, he told me later, he felt that he thought he knew what might
drive me wild.

   I believe that in his mind he held a vivid image of me...  his shy
wife...  in the throes of ecstasy while being ravaged by this young black
man, as if by a beautiful black beast.

   That he and I have always been faithful to one another has never been a
question.  During our many years of lovemaking, we had experimented with
videos, pictures and story magazines.  While we had often enjoyed the
excitement of the stimulating fantasies found in these things, it had
always been understood that neither partner would actually involve an
outside person in our shared sex life.

   However, I can't deny that while we read certain stories or viewed
certain XXX videos, I occasionally got quite turned-on by scenarios that
depicted black men getting it on with someone else's wife.

   I have always seen myself as rather modest and proper, and I am sure my
husband knew that I would certainly resist the notion of such a meeting if
we jointly discussed or made plans for such a meeting together.  He tells
me he decided that if such a fantasy evening were to happen, it would have
to happen on his initiative, and on the spur of the moment.

   --

   Not knowing of my husband's plans of "a gift" for me, I laid there with
my limbs restrained and a gag in my mouth.  I had thought our night in this
hotel would be a special night of shared sexual pleasures between the two
of us.  I had no idea my dear husband planned to bring someone else in,
when I agreed to let him bind me to the bed.

   As the handsome man's wet tongue lightly brushed against my swelling
clit for the first time, awareness of my surroundings began to fade...  as
intense pleasure began to crowd out all rational thought.

   That I should feel safe was important to me.  And the presence of my
husband sitting comfortably on a nearby chair, watching me with this new
lover, the first man other than my husband that I had ever experienced,
provided me that sense of safety.

   But now, as sexual excitement overcame all my inhibition, I became less
aware of my husband.  A primitive part of my mind tuned in to the sensation
of being totally at the mercy of this remarkably exciting lover.

   The black man's face was close-shaven.  His eyes were dark, kind and
beautiful.  His scent was clean and spicy, and I could only imagine running
my hands through his hair and pushing his face closer against my pussy. 
Yet in spite of being tied up, I still had the freedom to thrust out my
pelvis closer toward him, thus encouraging more contact.  To my surprise,
that's what I found myself doing.

   My lover seemed to instinctively react to my motions by flexing his
tongue against my clit in such a way as to cause me to evidence an intense
response of pleasure...  accompanied by a moistness down there that
permeated my vagina.  Then he began to flick his tongue quickly and gently
along the sensitive surface of my exposed womanhood.

   I alternately sensed the warmth of his breath, and then the cool wetness
of the room's air against the damp hairs of my vulva, as he breathed in and
out against my private parts.  I sensed that I could not hold on much
longer before my senses would overwhelm me...  and I would be washed
through and through by an orgasm.

   Normally, I would have welcomed such a release, but on that night I was
being transported so far from ordinary pleasure that I feared an orgasm
would bring my altered state to a premature end.

   As I cried out for him to stop, my blurred and muffled moans reminded me
of the handkerchief that my husband had tied over my mouth.

   As passionate and unintelligible sounds emanated from me rose higher and
higher, a sexual intensity of the situation rose too, by several degrees.
Instinctively, my smooth, black, bare-chested lover, pulled himself away
from between my legs, and...  as I watched...  began to remove his briefs.
His departure left my cool and moist crotch in desperate anticipation of
further pleasures...

   ___

   I learned later that my husband had seen this black man at his health
club.  My husband told me that the young man, who worked as a club
lifeguard during the last several summers, would shower and shave with all
of the regular members of the club.

   While most of the members of the club were in very good physical
condition, it would never have occurred to my husband to think about them
as sex partners for me.  Why would it?  After all, my husband has always
been rather possessive of me.

   However, he could not get out of his mind the thought that if I should
ever find myself in bed with such a handsome young black guy, regardless
what brought about such a situation, I would thoroughly enjoy being ravaged
and fulfilled by him...  that I would ultmately go wild with pleasure and
be pleased to have been given such "a gift."

   After that particular day at the club, apparently my husband began to
imagine how exciting it might be if he were to surprise me with "the gift"
of this man's sexual energy, even if it were for just one special night.

   He tells me he had no backup plan if the young man was not interested
or, if after things progressed to a late stage, I wanted to back out.  The
chances of a wild night of pleasure for me, involving someone whom to me
was a total stranger, were certainly slim.  After a long winter and spring
of private fantasy, my husband tells me that he just happened to be at the
club one afternoon as the lifeguard was coming off-duty.

   With some brief comments to the young man, my husband established a
conversation with him.  Through brief conversations that they engaged in
over the next few weeks, he says he discerned that the lifeguard, whose
name was Kevin, was spending his last summer at the club to earn money
before he would be leaving for the East Coast to pursue a law degree.

   Kevin had recently broken up with his girlfriend, the one and only girl
he had ever been with, ending a monogamous relationship that had begun when
they were each sixteen years old.  His girlfriend had been upset that he
had chosen to leave town, and thus her, to go to a prestigious graduate
school.

   Apparently, Kevin was upset by his break-up, and told my husband that he
would be leaving for the East in a few days.  Feeling that it was "now or
never", my dear, plotting husband offered to meet him at a bar so that
Kevin could tell him his girl troubles.

   It was over drinks that my husband told his little "white lie." He
confided to Kevin that I had never been able to have a vaginal orgasm. 
While this was true, the truth was that this had never mattered to either
of us.  Yet to Kevin, my husband had implied that this was somehow causing
a strain on our marriage.

   That's when my husband made his proposal.  If Kevin could somehow find
his way past any possible embarrassment, my husband said he would surely
appreciate Kevin's help.

   After much discussion between Kevin and my favorite plotter, an
agreement was reached.

   It was just a few days later, August 20th, 1997 (I'll never forget that
landmark date), after our four-year-old daughter had been picked up to
spend the night at a friend's house.  I thought we were going out for to
see a movie.  My husband hugged me and said something like: "I have a
surprise for you darling.  Are you ready for a change of plans?"

   Hesitantly, I replied, "Sure." I thought he meant that we might take in
some sort of off-beat movie.

   He responded that what he planned "Is going to require an open mind.  I
hope you will trust me.  You know how much I love you."

   A short time later, we arrived at a nice, upscale hotel that we had
never been to before.  To my surprise, my husband pulled a suitcase out the
the trunk...  one he had stashed there earlier.  Our room had already been
reserved and was ready when we reached the front desk.  We went to our room
and my husband closed the door and pulled me into his arms.  He kissed me
passionately, and told me he had special plans for us for the evening. 
Fortunately, we had already arranged for our son to spend the night with
the babysitter.

   He then opened the suitcase and handed me a new sexy nightgown he had
purchased, and asked me to go into the bathroom, remove all my clothes and
come back out in just the new nightgown.  Naturally I assumed that the two
of us (just the two of us) would be having a "special evening" making love
on the elegant four-poster king-sized bed.

   Without hesitation, I smiled, gave him a big kiss, and did as he had
asked.  When I returned, the bed was turned down and he was standing there,
stripped of his clothes and wearing just the hotel-supplied terry cloth
robe...  with several of his old silk neckties in his hands.  I asked what
they were for, and he replied, "For you, dear!"

   Then he explained that he wanted us to try something new...  he wanted
to tie my arms and legs to the bedposts so we could enjoy some sexy
experiences we had never tried before.  Now a bit hesitant, I none-the-less
decided to go along with his plan.

   Soon my husband placed the pillows under my upper back so that I was
laying in a semi-reclining position, and he used his old ties to tie my
wrists to the posts at the head of the bed.  With that done, he kissed me
before proceding to tie my ankles to the posts at the foot of the bed. 
Obviously, that left my legs laying rather unlady-like, spread wide apart.

   At that point he produced one of his handkies.  To my chagrin, he folded
it and placed it over my mouth, and secured it with another tie.  I could
not help but wonder what he had in mind, but I smiled at him as best I
could, and looked forward to learning what kind of fun he had in mind for
the two of us.  Little did I know then that what he had in mind involved a
third person.

   Once I was fully restrained the way he desired, my husband started
kissing my forehead, cheeks, neck and shoulders.

   Moments later there was a knock at the door.  I panicked.  I didn't want
anybody...  evan a hotel maid...  to see me the way I was.  My husband bent
over, again kissed me on my cheek, and moved toward the door.  He didn't
open it just a crack.  He opened it all the way, and a tall black fellow
was standing in the middle of the door...  smiling.  I was mortified!

   They shook hands, and the man I would later know as Kevin walked in.  My
husband closed the door and flicked off the overhead lights, leaving on
just the table lamps on either side of the bed, and the light flowing in
from the bathroom.  I wondered, "What is my dear husband doing???"

   --

   There I was, propped up with pillows so that I was well supported in a
semi-reclining position in the middle of the bed, barely covered with the
slinky nightgown my husband had given me, and with my legs widely spread in
my less-than-lady-like pose.  I am sure that my small breasts and their
large nipples were clearly visible through the sheer material of my
lingerie.  I felt them tighten as they do when I am really aroused.  I saw
that they were poking up proudly against the thin nightie material.  What a
sight...  in front of someone I didn't even know!

   I am sure my eyes widened substantially as the young man walked up close
to the end of the bed.  I tried to produce words of protest, but my muffled
mouth rendered my words unintelligible.  But surely my husband could tell
that I was less than a happy camper!

   I could tell that the young man was a bit hesitant about the situation
too, but I saw my husband put his hand on the young man's shoulder while
prodding him a bit closer to the bed.  I had to admit that this young guy
was handsome as our eyes studied each other.

   That's when I heard my husband whisper, "This little ritual is all part
of how my wife is able to get excited," I could not believe what I heard my
husband say!  Then I heard my husband continue in whispered tones, "My wife
and I have worked out a signal, and if she really wants to quit, I will let
you know.  I'll be sitting over here in the chair."

   By that point I was both baffled and somewhat miffed.  But, I must admit
that I was also a bit turned-on, knowing that this handsome young black man
was studying every feature of my nearly nude body.  I could tell by his
eyes and the slight smile on his face that he was judging me to be a sexy
and desirable woman.

   My mind came back to reality as I realized that the young man had
removed his shirt.  His sleek, dark, muscular physique was now clearly
visable to me.  I found myself watching his every move, still struggling
against the ties that restrained me, but with somewhat less urgency.

   He removed his shoes.  His eyes followed mine as he removed his pants.
His strong thighs became visible, and I guess my muffled protestations grew
quieter.  I found myself staring at the young black man...  mesmerized,
watching as his chest muscles and abdomen gracefully strained and relaxed
while he removed his socks.

   I guess the original overload of adrenaline and hormones flooding my
system began to subside.  I found myself almost motionless, frozen with my
legs straining against the silk bindings which were keeping my legs spread
wide open.

   For some reason I began to relax.  I rested my head back against the
pillows, and my eyelids began to close and flicker lightly and rapidly.  I
wasn't sure what was coming next, but I had finally resigned myself to
enjoy it.  What choice did I have?

   Then, as the young man advanced toward the bed, I renewed my struggle.
In contrast to the wild flailing I had exhibited when he first entered the
room, I guess my movements took on a more seductive, rhythmical and
dance-like quality.  My arms and legs worked together so that I
unintentionally appeared to wiggle my breasts and hips in a slow, circular
and undulating pattern.

   He approached and brought his face close to mine.  He touched the back
of my head and pulled lightly at the handkerchief that was covering my
mouth...  and looked into my eyes as if to ask if I would like him to
remove it for me.  My eyes maintained a lock on his eyes, studying them. 
They seemed friendly and gently, but I nervously shook my head back and
forth to gesture "no," to let him know that I wished to keep the cloth in
place.

   Oddly, I guess I felt like the handkerchief afforded me some sense of
control.  I definitely felt that I was not be ready for him kiss me on the
mouth.  It was also apparent to me that the gag would give me the freedom
to scream out loudly and without inhibition, without being heard beyond the
room.  Still, his offer made me feel that I could somehow trust him.

   Kneeling on the bed near my head, his lips began to play softly over my
exposed upper shoulder and across the back of my neck.  Then I felt him
gently nibble on my ear as his cool hands gripped my gown-covered
shoulders. He was seducing me with gentle kisses.

   I looked across the room at my husband.  He just sat there in an
overstuffed chair, watching and smiling.  When he saw my rather plantive
look his way, he smiled back...  more broadly...  and then blew me a kiss
before mouthing the words "I love you."

   The young black man's hands seemed to be warmer now.  They worked their
way across to my gown-covered chest and he began to massage my breasts
through the soft fabric.  As he gently pinched and rolled my erect nipples,
I began to relax a bit, and I rolled my head back.  With my neck more
exposed, he bent forward and lightly pressed his lips against the front of
my neck.  His lips and tongue made their way up the side of my neck and he
began to lightly kiss the opening of my ear.

   I guess I was resigning myself to the moment...  to the enjoyable
sensations...  to the fact that I was unable to prevent the seduction of
the handsome young man's gentle actions.  As I think back on it, I have to
admit that at some level in my mind, I was enjoying Kevin's touches and the
erotic scene of which I was the centerpiece.

   Kevin gently breathed on and tongued my sensitive ear orifice.  As he
did so, he began to clutch at my gown, gradually hiking up the material.  I
could feel the cool air of the room on my pubic region, so I knew that my
gown no longer fully covered my crotch.  Due to the way my legs were
tethered to the bed, I knew my cunt was exposed, open and vulnerable.  Yet,
I wasn't resisting as I had earlier.  I was oddly relaxed...  accepting
what was happening.

   --

   My husband told me later that as he watched from the chair, he was
trying not to become overly aroused by the scene of my seduction.  He said
that he hoped that he could maintain his composure so that when Kevin was
finished with me, he too would be able to make love to me.  He said that
composure proved to be quite a challenge.  He told me he watched the young
but expert lover climb off the bed and approach my "glistening crotch,"
head-on, a massive bulge straining his briefs.

   My dear husband told me that each progressive step toward the point of
no return in his plan for the evening, 1) the packing of our suitcase with
the new lingerie, silk scarves, handkerchiefs, my hair brush, comb, and
condoms, 2) calling Kevin to confirm that we were "on" for this evening, 3)
talking me into checking into the hotel for the night, and 4) the 20 minute
drive to the hotel...  had left him more than a bit over-stimulated.

   Calling Kevin down in the lobby from the room while I was in the
bathroom to give Kevin the 15-minute countdown, as well as the room number,
had actually caused his hands to shake a bit, he told me.  And when he
finally tied each of my wrists and ankles securely to the room's elegant
four-poster bed, I guess he was practically buzzing with horniness.

   Before he secured the gag over my mouth, he let me know that this
evening's activity would be a different scenario from our earlier
occasional light-bondage fantasies.

   I had been a bit worried when he said that, but before any words could
get in the way, my husband had fastened the cloth over my mouth, across my
cheeks and behind my head.  After doing so, he seemed to primp me in my
nightgown.  Then he had slowly stroked my hair with my favorite brush.  To
my surprise, he took a comb from the suitcase and began to gently stroke it
through my pubic hair.  I assumed this foreplay was intended to ready me
for himself.  When I heard the quiet knocking at the door I suddenly
realized that the rules had changed.

   --

   Kevin's massive black cock seemed to come roaring out of its den with
inadequate warning.  When I saw its size and girth, a sudden desire washed
over me...  wanting to have him deep within me!  The view of his stiff cock
clearly awoke me from my near hypnotic sexual reverie.

   Suddenly the reality of losing my marital virginity caused me to panic.
I had always been a proper and upright person as well as a devoted wife,
and I wasn't sure I could deal with the guilt of having been unfaithful to
my dear husband.  Then a brief thought passed through my mind.  I was
annoyed that my husband had put my into this position.

   The thought lasted but a moment.  In the next instant it came to me that
this had been all my loving husband's doing, and that I could actually come
out of this with perhaps the greatest fuck of my life...  AND the moral
edge of having done this for my husband.  It was a "no-lose" situation!  I
watched as Kevin rolled a condom over his gigantic penis.  Without giving
it any thought, I began to wriggle and struggle seductively...  as though I
was a thoroughly helpless victim.

   Kevin seemed to lose any inhibition he might have earlier harbored.  He
pounced upon the bed.  Leaning over me, he kissed my stomach.  Then he
proceeded to lick my sensitive nipples and throat.  Finally he pulled my
gown up toward my chin.  His strong arms and large hands worked their way
beneath me, past the small of my back and down to my butt before lifting my
ass cheeks...  spreading me wide open from below.

   I admit it!  I was full of anticipation as I felt his large pole begin
to probe my labia.  I knew my pussy was very wet as he slid the head of his
dick back and forth over my pussy lips.  Within an instant he had entered
me!  "Oh My Gawd," I thought, as I moved my hips to accomodate his entry.

   I felt the massive width of his rock-hard dick stretching my vagina in
unfamiliar ways.  A sense of intrusion and fullness began to overwhelm me.
I was afraid my cunt was too small for his large cock.  I felt that I might
not be physically able to contain his member within me.  Yet he continued
to push deeply into me, sending me to a place I had never been.

   As he pumped his thick rod in and out of me, my feminine cistern began
to work its nearly automatic magic of gripping contractions, and viscous,
smooth muscle massage.  Every cell in my body felt alive and tuned to the
wonderful sensations eminating from the fullness within me.  By that point
my only desire was that this new kind of bliss should continue forever.

   I heard Kevin's grunts and heavy breathing near my ear, playing
counterpoint to my own wails of pleasure that escaped more from my nostrils
than my mouth.  The primitive portion of my brain commanded my legs,
thighs, and my hostage gluteal muscles to intensify the coordinated vaginal
massage of Kevin's throbbing penis.

   After an interval that seemed at once infinite and fleeting, the drama
of the muscular wrestling match deep within my body began to near its
apogee.  Sensing the inevitable, I felt Kevin's penis impossibly plunge yet
deeper into me as we simultaneously succumbed to massive orgasms.

   I don't know if that was a vaginal, clitoral or mentally-induced
orgasm...  but it sure was a wonderful series of pleasure waves that washed
through me.

   I thrilled to the feeling of Kevin's penis as it began to spasm
powerfully within me as he climaxed.  I felt a spurt within me.  He had
released a prodigious load of male juices, but I knew it was captured
safely within the condom I had earlier watched him roll onto that large
dark cock of his.

   When he had finished convulsing, Kevin gently rested on top of me, again
licking and kissing my neck.  In response, my nervous system temporarily
sent my mind and body into a new dimension of bliss, beyond critical
thought, beyond time and place, beyond thoughts of my husband...  beyond
children, beyond condoms, beyond all concerns.

   Simultaneously, I felt drained, and I felt WONDERFUL as I savoured the
continuing small tremors of pleasure making their way throughout my body.
Kevin's cock was still buried within me, but softer feeling.  My vaginal
muscles involuntarily subjected it to a series of gentle squeezes. 
Although still bound and gagged, I felt like I had passed through heaven's
gates and was still enjoying a leisurely stroll through fields of divine
pleasure.

   --

   My husband later told me that he had closely watched every detail of
Kevin's frantic coupling with me from just a few feet away.  It was the
fruition of his carefully crafted plan...  and he said he enjoyed every bit
of it.

   He told me he had watched as my eyes and body evidenced that I had
briefly left thoughts of him and everything else we shared, to momentarily
experience new levels of pleasure that...  as he said, "I could only
imagine."

   During the later stages of my post-orgasm vaginal muscle clenchings, I
looked over Kevin's shoulder toward my husband.  Although I had initially
been angry at him for subjecting me to unwanted intimacy with this
perviously unknown man; by then I had greatly mellowed out.  I was feeling
a warm sense of appreciation for what my dear husband had allowed me to
experience...  and to GREATLY enjoy!

   When the rhythm of the rapture I had experienced with Kevin had abated,
my dear husband realized that all of his goals had been reached, down to
the detail of his maintaining his own erection without ejaculation.

   My husband quietly watched as Kevin slowly extricated himself from me,
climbed down from me and the bed, and quickly dressed.  As he did so, I lay
back in my own revelry, still restrained by the ties, my eyes closed, and
still enjoying thoughts of what my body has just experienced.

   Then my husband quietly thanked Kevin, shook his hand, and then escorted
him to the door so that he could be alone with me.  He returned to me,
kissed me on my forehead, and removed the wet handkerchief from my face.

   He told me that my body felt warm, limp and soggy as he held me close.
My breathing was still quickened as I whispered to him that I loved him.  I
kissed him on the mouth warmly and sloppily.  He grinned at me as we both
realized how sloppy the kiss had been.  We both laughed briefly.  He untied
the scarves from the bedposts, leaving them still around my wrists and
ankles.  As he lay down beside me, I summoned the energy to roll over,
half-upon him, and gently kissed him.

   "Touch me," I breathed into his ear.  He gently ran a carressing hand
over my breasts, down across my tummy and cupped my warm and wet
vulva...touching me as he had so many times before.  He later said that he
thought I somehow felt different to him.  He became highly aroused as I
placed my hand gently, lovingly, around my dear husband's penis.

   As he gently touched my still-engorged clitoris, I sensed his extreme
hardness in my hand.  The awarness of his extreme arousal, and his gentle
stroking of my clit caused me to buck, stiffen and enjoy yet another
body-twisting orgasm.  I had come in my usual wonderful way.

   As the quaking of my body subsided, he quickly mounted me.  I wrapped my
legs around his back and pressed myself tightly against him.  He gave only
about a dozen strokes in and out of my hot, wet and creamy vagina before
releasing his enormous, pent-up load of sperm inside me.  It was the
product of all of his prolonged stimulation.  We cuddled and kissed as we
lay several minutes in each other's arms.

   After a few minutes I got up to pee.  When I returned, we snuggled and
fell fast asleep in each other's arms.  We both stirred from sleep together
some hours later, murmuring and kissing as we renewed our commitment and
love for each other.

   --

   For many nights thereafter, the shared experience of that special night
fueled hot, passionate sessions of lovemaking between us.  It was clear
that we still completely loved and trusted each other.

   As we repeatedly talked about that special night, we both felt that we
were tuned in to one another, perhaps more so than we had been before that
special night.  That night at the hotel had come about because of my
husband's intuition, initiative, and "plotting." To him it was proof that
he could indeed do anything to bring me pleasure, and feel comfortable
about it.

   --

   One night about four months later, my husband cuddled me in his arms and
told me he had gotten a call from Kevin.  It seems Kevin was back in town
visiting relatives for a few days.  "He would like to see us again," my
husband whispered into my ear, "at that same hotel...  if you are
interested."

   I thought about it for awhile, remembering the wonderful sensations I
had experienced that first night.  Maybe a repeat performance would not be
all that bad.  I looked up at my husband and asked, "What do you think?"

   "I think it would be great, honey...  if you are up to it," he replied.
"However, this time I think we can forget the restraints and gag.  Maybe I
can hold you in my arms this time as Kevin makes love to you." I giggled
and snuggled closer.  Six months earlier I never could have been so caviler
about the prospects of another man joining us in bed.

   Without getting into all the details, we did get together with Kevin. 
We started with a leisurely dinner in a back corner of the hotel dining
room.  There we were able to quietly talk about that first night.  My
husband admitted to Kevin that he had been less than honest in recruiting
him to join us that night.  I admitted that the night had brought me much
more pleasure than I would have ever guessed.

   There was a pause in the conversation, and then Kevin said he had to
admit somethng too.  He said something like: "I can't tell you how many
times over the past four months I have masterbated over the memory of that
night, and the velvet-like, glove-like feel of your pussy around my cock."
I blushed.

   Soon we were up in the room, bed covers pulled back, and all totally
nude.  They placed me in the middle and cuddled up next to me on either
side.  Things were much slower this time because Kevin was able to spend
the full night with us.

   They started by kissing my neck, one set of lips on each side.  Then
they moved down until they each had one of my nipples in their mouth. 
Meanwhile, all four of their hands were carressing my lower body and
sending delightful sensations throughout my entire being.

   Somehow I managed to snake my hands between their arms and wrap my hands
around each of their cocks.  I gently stroked them.  I was in heaven!

   After a while Kevin moved between my legs and treated my pussy to an
extended lip and tongue massage...  inside and out.  As he did that, my
dear husband cuddled with me and whispered his love to me over and over,
between deep kisses.

   My body was reacting to all the loving attention, and as my husband
tweeked one of my turgid nipples, a warm, gentle wave of orgasmic bliss
made its way through my body.  We relaxed a while as I again held their
cocks.  Then I made a decision.  I drew my husband close to me and
whispered, "I would like to suck your cock".  He said, "That sounds good,
but why don't you suck Kevin's cock first?" I think that was what I was
hoping he would say.

   I ended up licking Kevin's cock and nut sack...  and then taking as much
of him into my mouth as I could.  I sucked for a while, and then asked my
husband to bring his cock to my face.  He had been laying next to me,
watching very closely while I was sucking Kevin.  To my surprise, my
husband licked my lips, kissed me deeply and then swiveled around to
present his cock to me while he lavished my pussy with more oral
attention..

   Then after spending several minutes licking and sucking my husband's
cock and balls as Kevin carressed and kissed my breasts and tummy...  my
husband finally said, "I'm getting close, and I don't want to cum yet. 
Let's try something else."

   He withdrew his cock from my mouth and lay back next to me.  "This time
I want to watch up close as Kevin's cock slides into your pussy, baby," he
whispered.  I had been stroking Kevin's cock, so I knew he was already hard
and ready.

   Kevin raised his head and looked right at me.  "Is that what you want,"
he asked.  "Yes," I said with a smile, "And this time you will not need to
use a condom," I told him.  Kevin looked surprised.

   That's when my husband leaned forward and said, "We talked about this,
and I have always wanted to see what it feels like to fuck my wife's lovely
pussy while it has a load of another man's fresh cum lining its walls.  My
wife has been on the pill for a few years now, and we feel comfortable that
you are a clean and healthy young man."

   We didn't have to say more.  Kevin immediately moved between my legs as
my husband twisted around to have his head next to my hip so he could watch
close up as Kevin entered me.  Kevin was rock-hard at that point.  I was
leaning on the two pillows so I too could watch the penetration across my
belly.

   In no time, Kevin had my legs lifted onto his shoulders, and his hand
wrapped around his cock, rubbing its head around my moist vulva.  When it
was centered on the opening of my pussy he slowly pressed forward.

   Simultaneously seeing and feeling his large dark cock work its way into
my pink pussy was beyond description.  My husband told me later that he
will never forget the scene...  forever burned into his erotic memory... 
of "watching Kevin's hard rod slowly descend into you...  and then begin
pumping in and out, with your juices glistening on the sides of his
heavily-veined cock with each withdrawal."

   After watching for a few minutes, my dear husband moved up on the bed,
removed the pillows and straddled my upper body as he lay back against the
headboard.  My head was in his lap and he played with my hair as we both
watched Kevin's rod start to piston in and out of my crotch...  slowly for
a long while...  and then faster and faster until I felt his cock expand
within me.  Both my husband and I watched his face twist in sensual
pleasure.  He was about to cum!

   My husband bent forward and gave me a passionate upside-down kiss just
as Kevin let go.  His hot spray within me set me off...  and I had to break
the kiss with my husband as I took a deep breath and flailed around.  The
pleasure was so intense that I nearly passed out.

   I had barely regained my composure when I found that my husband had
moved to the foot of the bed, and Kevin was again laying beside me.  "I'm
going to do it, babe," my husband announced to me with a determined smile
on his face, "I'm going to learn what 'sloppy seconds' feels like!"

   With that, my husband knelt on the bed and aimed his very hard cock at
my very hot pussy.  In he went.  Smaller than Kevin's, but with a familiar
feel.  After he had stroked in and out of me a few times, I smiled and
asked, "How does it feel?"

   "Marvelous," he said, as his pace increased.  It did not take him long
before he added to Kevin's load within me.  During his assault on my pussy,
a series of small orgasms washed through me...  keeping me at a peak of
feminine pleasure.

   After that my husband placed a towel between my legs to absorb the
juices flowing from within my pussy, and we all cuddled and kissed a lot. I
thought would we would then relax and enjoy be a night of sleep together.
Actually, they both screwed me again that night.  Each time it was while I
was on my side and they approached me from behind.  I loved the feel of
laying in my husband's arms, cuddling against him and periodically kissing
while Kevin stroked in and out of me from behind, while he reached around
and played with my breasts.

   Later when my husband took me from behind, I was on my side facing
Kevin, wrapped in his arms, with my head against his muscular chest.  I
can't tell you how many orgasms I had that night...  but it was
considerable.  They were varied and greatly treasured.

   --

   We have been with Kevin once since that second time.  Roughly once a
year since, my husband still sets up "special nights" for me.  Whenever he
says, "Honey, I hope you are ready for some fun...  we are going to have a
'special night' on Friday"...  I know that I can expect to be treated to
another of my husband's "gifts." We have never used restraints again. 
They're no lomger necessary.  I have become a very cooperative recipient of
my husband's loving "gifts."

   In addition to Kevin, my husband has treated me to five other guys. 
Each had their special traits.  Each provided his own unique surprise
pleasures.  On my behalf, with the exception of that one night with Kevin,
my husband has always insisted that a condom be used with these "gift"
guys. We both think that is best, even if it does reduce some of the
pleasurable feelings.

   With one exception, on each of the occasions since that first night, my
dear husband has always played an active role in the erotic, doubled fun.
He seems to really enjoy necking with me while I have someone else eating
or screwing me.  I like that part too.

   Obviously, with "special nights" averaging just once a year, our life
has not substantially changed.  But, each such adventure leaves both of us
with months of fantasy material as we enjoy making love to each other with
a whole new zest.  I have enjoyed each of our "special nights," and
wouldn't mind again spending a night with Kevin...  if he ever travels our
way again.
   Mrs.  RJ