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Subject: Leopard's Spots.Txt CaroleAT Wife..
Date: Sat, 29 Nov 1997 00:00:00 GMT
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A LEOPARD'S SPOTS
Another Hot Wife Tale
by J. Boswell
Do you feel like talking to me about it, Sandy?
Look. I'm no angel, okay? Bobby knew he wasn't marrying a
nun, but he married me, anyway. And I never once fooled around on
him, or even flirted very much with anyone else, after we got
married.
I'm not proud of the way I was making a living when we met,
but he has no idea how hard it was, and there isn't anything I can do,
now, to change any of that, anyway.
Change what?
The way I lived.
I was still in high school when things got so bad at home I
had to split. Mom was always pickled in her cheap wine and dad --
dear old dad -- when he wasn't slapping me around, was giving me
goo-goo eyes and coming into my bedroom at night to grab some
cheap feels of my `new equipment.'
After he fell asleep one night, I grabbed his wallet and mom's
`secret' booze money, hitchhiked to Bangor and hopped on a bus,
buying a one way ticket for as far away as I could get -- that
happened to be downtown Baltimore.
I didn't expect the folks to come looking for me, and they
didn't. I was on my own. I was 16.
I had about fifty dollars and a suitcase full of fairly decent
clothes. I had seen enough `Geraldos' about street kids to know I
didn't want to start hanging out like that. Living in a filthy, rat- and
bug-infested dump was worse than what I left.
"So, what did you do?" I worked. I couldn't get a decent
job, of course, because I didn't have my diploma and I had no
experience at anything. I worked for `Mom and Pop' type businesses
because they'd pay me under the table and I didn't have to fill out a
lot of forms. I lived in dumpy, but fairly clean, rooms and kept
pretty much to myself. Always having someplace safe to sleep at
night was my goal.
It wasn't like the movies. I never worked for any really nice
people. Never for a woman who was like some `TV mom' who
wanted to take me into their home and take care of me. Just hard
working people who wanted me to work hard, too.
The problem was always sex.
"Sex? What do you mean?"
Well, you see how I look, right? "Yes, of course."
Well, either the guy running the place (and one time it was
the woman) or a customer would get to the point where they couldn't
keep their hands off me. It never failed to happen. I'd get my boobs
grabbed in the back room or told I had to fuck him to get my pay and
I'd split.
See, I was innocent, but not stupid. I knew what they wanted
and being forced into something like that would wreck this sense of
security I had built up for myself. And my security was all that I
had. I wasn't a virgin -- I had a boyfriend in tenth grade -- but this
wasn't the same.
Does any of this make sense to you? "Sure. I understand
what you're saying, Sandy. You had set up boundary lines around
yourself and the sexual harassment crossed those lines, Right?"
Exactly!
Anyway, that's when I'd split. Sometimes getting my last
paycheck, sometimes not.
So, by now, I just had my 17th birthday and I'm out of work,
again. And each time it seems to get harder and harder to find that
next job.
Well, I'm in my favorite Dunkin' Donuts, crying in my
coffee, when one of the other regulars sits down next to me.
This guy, Mr. Harper, hung there, too, and was always polite
but not quite friendly, keeping his distance. I could deal with that.
He wasn't like the sleaziods always coming over and drooling down
my neck.
He asks what's wrong and I tell him. I didn't have any
friends, and after almost a year on my own, it felt nice to have
somebody to talk to.
We talked and talked and he offered to buy me lunch down at
Harbor Place. It was a beautiful day and the food was great and Mr.
Harper was so concerned about my welfare. His timing couldn't
have been better.
"For What?"
His proposition. "He propositioned you?"
No, that's just it, HE didn't. At least, not for what you think.
Here's this older guy, who looks like he could be a college
professor or something, and he's being nice to me -- without any hint
of coming on to me, sexually. And I'm beginning to feel better. I
still feel safe and now I'm actually laughing at some of the funny
things he's saying.
We spent the day at the harbor, and he even takes me on a
boat ride. Over dinner, in a `Little Italy' restaurant with candles on
the tables, he asks me where I'm staying.
Immediately, my defenses come up. Why's he want to know?
He tells me he knows a place out in the county. He said it's
clean and cheap and he knows the owner who would keep an eye out
for my safety.
I ask him why I'd want to move out of the city and he smiles
and says that he might have a good-paying job for me, if I want it.
Here comes the proposition.
He tells me a friend of his owns a couple of clubs, two on
"The Block" and two more in the county. He says if I would dance
(`AND ONLY DANCE, SANDY,' he says), I could soon make
enough money to really live on my own.
I tell him no, but he's not done his sales pitch, yet. He says
with that kind of money, I could get a real apartment, like the young
singles have, get a car, maybe even get my diploma and go to
college. He told me I could get a real life -- something I wanted
very much.
I tell him I'm only 17 and he says `no problem.'
He keeps talking and tells me a lot of the dancers are college
girls, earning their tuition, and leaving as soon as they graduate; and
how other girls make enough money to start their own business from
dancing.
Talk, talk, talk. He talked my ear off.
"So, What happened?"
I got the job.
That night, we drove out to the club and met the manager.
He didn't even make me undress. He told me what hours I'd have to
work and I'd have to stay out of the booze and drugs (no problem for
me, at that time). When he told me what I'd be making a week, I
couldn't believe it. It sounded like so much money to me. Enough
money to make me think I could do exactly what Mr. Harper said I
could do -- work there a short time and quit into the real world.
The next day, Mr. Harper helped me move into a decent
studio-apartment-type room in a motel about a hundred feet up the
road from the club. He also took my picture and made me a driver's
license, social security card, and new birth certificate that said I was
`Sandra Beech' (sandy beach -- get it?) and that I was just under 20
years old.
I started dancing topless that night.
"You started a career."
Very funny.
"Becoming a nude dancer. Was that easy for you, Sandy?
Well, it may seem that easy to you, but you weren't living the
life I was, then. I was alone and poor and scared and nervous and
embarrassed, but I was also young and had been convinced by a
master salesman. I was so excited about making money, how I made
it was secondary in my mind. Besides, I knew what I looked like
and thought I might as well make some money out of showing them
what they all wanted to see, anyway.
But, it didn't take me long to realize that it wasn't all hearts
and flowers the way it had been describe to me.
"And you were surprised?"
Yes, I guess I was.
Most of the other girls were on booze or coke or speed and
all their money went that way. As a matter of fact, they couldn't
make enough money dancing. But extra money was easy to make in
that club -- you just let the guys take you into the back room, or out
to their pickup, or up to the motel and buy whatever they could
afford -- a hand-job, or blow-job, or a fuck. You gave a little piece
of the profit to the club, and the rest was yours. "Hooking. Did you
hook, Sandy?"
Not right away.
Of course, I told myself that I would never hook like that;
that I didn't have any addictions like the other girls.
But I did.
Here I am, this young, pretty girl, down from the backwoods
of Maine and all of a sudden, I have money. More money than I
ever had in my life. It wasn't long before I had a closet full of new
clothes. And then a car -- a hot, new Mustang convertible. Then I
could afford a new apartment, which meant I needed furniture and a
TV and a stereo...
I was addicted to shopping, and within months I was
borrowing against my next week's paycheck. Nobody had ever
taught me how to handle money and I was still a kid.
Finally, the manager refused to advance me any more money.
He said if I didn't stop spending, there was only one way of keeping
up with my bills.
I knew what he meant. I also knew that I was the most
popular girl in the place. I was young, pretty, had a great body with
big tits...
"That's a fact!"
Oh, hush!
I also wasn't a burn-out like most of the other girls.
Anyway, being very practical about the whole thing, I asked
the other girls what they charged and doubled it. From that first
weekend on, I had no trouble filling my `dance card' for the back
room.
My biggest surprise was that it wasn't sex for me -- it was
business. "Did you get out of debt?"
Did I!
I was determined never to get in money problems again. I
worked five nights a week, dancing for my salary and earning my
bonus in the back room. I didn't turn anyone away and I didn't give
discounts.
I developed a right arm like Arnold Swartzenegger and I
really could suck a golf ball through a garden hose. Tying knots in
cherry stems was kid's stuff!
It was true piecework...
"Groan!"
Stop it! You know what I mean. Now let me talk!
Move'em in and move'em out. High volume, low overhead.
That's how I worked. Even my pussy developed very special talents.
"Didn't you worry about catching something?"
No, not really. I was 17 -- 18, and feeling immortal. I got
the crabs a couple of times, but that was it. If they looked scrungy, I
just whipped a rubber on them.
The important part for me was that, soon, I paid everyone
off, and had too much money to bank. I started filling a safe deposit
box with hundred dollar bills.
Anyway, that's who I was. I didn't make any secrets about it.
One night, while I'm dancing, a bunch of guys come in --
regulars. They stopped in about once every two weeks or so.
Definitely Prep school material -- all cotton and Docksides.
Probably college guys. They were always well behaved and I had
been in the back room with all of them, at one time or another. They
were even good tippers.
So... anyway... That night, I'm dancing and they come in.
Only they have a new guy with them. He's shy and blushes a lot as I
play up to him and jiggle my boobs and wiggle my ass in his face.
Everybody else is going crazy, but this guy keeps his hands to
himself, except when he slips a twenty into my garter.
His friends are razzing him and when my set ends, I sit with
his crowd. They want the new kid, Bobby, to take me in the back
room, but he smiles at me and says, `I'd rather take you out to
dinner.'
He's cute and nice and his friends are giving him such a hard
time, I feel sorry for him and want to cut him a break. I tell him to
pick me up in front of the club the next night and we'll go out to
dinner.
"And the rest is history?"
You laugh, but it was almost that simple.
He was a really nice guy. He came from a large, rich family
that lives in `The Valley' and he was always the `Black Sheep'
because he didn't toe daddy's line. The final offense was when he
enlisted in the Navy instead of going to college. He was ready to get
out when I met him, and he was scared and lonely about what was to
come. Cut out of the family's business, he was looking for work and
was determined to make it on his own. He reminded me of me when
I showed up in Baltimore.
He got my sympathy. He never came to the club, again, but
we dated on my nights off. We didn't have sex for months after we
met, and when we did, it was quiet and sweet and tender.
I had been on my own for over three years, and dancing for
over two, and was tired. When he asked me to marry him, I
accepted. "How did Bobby's family take it?"
Well, there wasn't much to take. The day after I quit
dancing, we were married in the Court House and only Matt,
Bobby's younger brother, came. We had to borrow a secretary from
down the hall to be our other witness.
We were pretty sure they knew all about me. Bobby's old
high school friends knew, of course, they had all bagged me in the
back room, and we just assumed the word got back to Bobby's
parents. He was probably embarrassed by that, but we didn't see
them very often, anyway.
We got a new apartment and Bobby found a pretty good job
because of his Navy training. I studied and got my GED, took
courses at Essex community college, transferred to Towson State
University and got my B.A. -- all in just four years.
I was 22 when I was hired as an administrative assistant in
the county planning office. "Pretty impressive, Sandy. Did Bobby
ever get to see his family? Were you invited for holidays and
celebrations.?"
Invited? No. Matt sometimes stopped by, but for years, we
only saw his family at wakes and funerals.
His dad is a very cold guy. No hugs, just handshakes.
Bobby said he was always like that -- always on this super-macho
power and control trip. And his mom! The biggest snob in the
world. She really looked down her nose at me. I think it really
bothered her that I got my education and didn't talk and act and dress
like a hillbilly. And, other than Matt, Bobby's brothers (and their
wives) were all the same as his parents -- stuck-up snobs.
It was a shame. I think Bobby was too nice a person for his
family and he made them uncomfortable. I was just the easy excuse
why they shunned him. It was sad to watch. All Bobby wanted was
to be accepted. He would have done anything for them. He was like
a little puppy around his father.
But they could never forgive him. They were too proud. All
Bobby's past sins were forgotten when he married me. I was the
focus of all of their hatred. I guess I can understand, to some degree.
I probably wouldn't be too happy if my son married a whore. But, I
wasn't a whore any more. I didn't do those kinds of things any more
-- I was respectable. But it didn't matter to them. They would have
rather Bobby married some little squeaky-clean little Yuppie girl --
some girl who probably fucked the football team in college to get
into her sorority!
See what just thinking about it does to me? "I see. Does all
of this have something to do with why you're here tonight?"
Of course! It has EVERYTHING to do with why I'm here.
It was because of Matt. Matt, Bobby's younger brother was
getting married, and as a fence-mending idea, he asked Bobby to be
his best man. I'm sure it pissed everybody off, but there was no way
they could not invite us to all the wedding dinners and things.
The rehearsal dinner was bad enough -- talk about feeling a
chill! -- but the next night was the Bachelor Party and against my
better judgement, but to please Bobby, I agreed to spend the night at
his parents' house while the guys went out for dinner and then back
to our place.
After dinner with all the other wives and Bobby's mother and
sisters, we all got into the wine pretty good and Bobby's mom really
got on her high horse. I heard one too many comments about my
`less-than-reputable-past' and my `legendary availability to the
opposite sex' that I grabbed my overnight bag, my coat and my car
keys. I wasn't spending one more second with the nasty, old bitch.
When I got to our house, it was obvious the party had moved
here. There were cars all over the place and I had to park a block
away.
I rang the bell and knocked and a very drunk Bobby answered
the door, yelling, "Let the games begin!" Then, quieter, "Oh!
Sandy. I thought it was the stripper."
As I walked into the living room, I heard Bobby's father
snicker, "Hmpf! It is, isn't it?" And a good chunk of the crowd
joined him in a loud laugh.
I felt myself blush as I passed through the room. Bobby
didn't come to my defense and I had had enough of his family's
cheap shots at me for one night. Furious, I grabbed two wine coolers
out of the fridge and locked myself in our bedroom.
Downing the two coolers in record time, I sat on the bed so
pissed off, I couldn't see straight. It didn't matter to Bobby's family
at all that the past was long behind me, that I had worked hard to be
respectable and get a good job, that I was a good wife for their son.
And I saw red thinking of Bobby not coming to my defense. How
could he let me down like that, especially in front of his father?
I could tell from the noise that the stripper had arrived. I was
going to stay in the bedroom until she left, but thought, `fuck it,' and
walked into the kitchen for a few more coolers.
Bobby was standing in the doorway, watching the stripper.
`Thanks for coming to my rescue, Sir Galahad,' I sneered.
He turned and looked at me, `Big deal. You fucked half the
guys here for money and you're offended my father called you a
stripper?'
Even as buzzed as I was, I knew it wasn't the time or place to
get into it with him.
I looked over his shoulder. The stripper was a short, cute
redhead with great legs, but no chest at all. She was naked and
taking Matt's cock out of his fly. As she straddled his legs, I couldn't
believe he was getting married on Saturday night and sticking his
cock up a strange cunt on Friday night -- what a family!
I couldn't let the moment go, without a shot at Bobby, `She's
absolutely tit-less. I hope you didn't pay a lot for her, Bobby.'
`Why don't you show us yours, Sandra, dear? As a point of
comparison.' Bobby's dad had been standing next to the doorway
and I hadn't seen him until he turned and gave me his slimiest smile.
Of course, if daddy said `jump,' Bobby was in the air asking
`how high?' He raised his glass and downed his Scotch and nodded,
`Yeah, Sandy, why don't you show us YOUR tits!'
He said it loud enough that several people on either side of
him began to chant, `Show us your tits! Show us your tits!'
They followed me down the hall to the bedroom and banged
on the locked door as they chanted at me.
The hurt, the booze, the put-downs, Bobby siding with his
family, Matt screwing a whore, guests in our house banging on my
door...
I screamed as I opened the door. They were quiet as they let
me pass through them into the living room. I climbed up on to the
coffee table. I found Bobby's face in the drunken crowd.
`Fuck all of you, and start the music!'
I was wearing a white crepe blouse and a black wool skirt.
Under them, I had on a camisole and half slip, bra, panties and
pantyhose. Not the typical stripper's costume.
I grabbed a mug of beer out of the hand of a nearby spectator
and chugged it as I started to pick up the beat of the music. It had
been years, but I could feel it inside me and all those thousands of
hours dancing were not forgotten. Though mostly dancing topless or
naked, I had done a few strips in my day, and I knew what the boys
liked.
I undid my blouse buttons and dropped the feathery material
off my shoulders and arms, leaving my long scarf tied around my
neck. I lifted the satin camisole up and over my head and threw it
into the crowd. I danced a little bit, showing them my tits in my bra
before I began unzipping my skirt. When it fell to my feet, I kicked
it away and dropped my half slip quickly. Knowing nobody found
pantyhose sexy, I made short work of them, rolling them down off
my hips and having a couple of boys pull them off my feet.
I was in my bra and panties, and no one had left the room.
Bobby was still standing next to his father, who was clapping to the
beat like everyone else. The crowd was wild. The stripper was
sitting on the sofa, between two of Bobby's brothers, giving both of
them hand-jobs as she cheered me on.
I reached behind me and undid my clasp. The straps fell off
my shoulders and down my arms, but I held the cups to my breasts
with my arms. With the boys yelling for more, I bent over in front of
Bobby's dad and let the bra fall to the floor. As the boys roared their
approval, I thrust my chest out until they almost touched his nose.
He began to raise his hand to touch me and I danced to the other side
of the table.
I owned the crowd and knew it. This was MY powerplay. I
was in control and I liked it.
My panties disappeared in a flash and they all saw that I was
a natural blonde. I untied the scarf from around my neck and let it
drape over my sweating, naked flesh like some demented snake. I
twisted it tight and ran it between my tits and then between my legs,
pulling it up tight into my ass and cunt.
I jumped off the table in front of Billy's dad and tossed the
scarf around the back of his neck. I looked into Billy's eyes as I
pulled his father's face down to mine. His father's lips met mine and
his tongue exploded into my mouth and his hands grabbed my
asscheeks. As his hands slid up my body to pinch my hard nipples I
confirmed what I had know all along about Billy's dad -- he was just
as dirty as I was. "Whew! What happened next, Sandy? Did he
fuck you?"
Him and everybody else. Well, not everybody. Some guys
cleared out fast when Billy's dad plopped me down on the coffee
table and dropped his pants and shorts. His intentions were clear, as
they say.
"What happened next?"
It became a real family affair. All four of Bobby's brothers
fucked me, including Matt, who I had always considered a friend,
and then whoever else was there took their shot. There were enough
guys left to keep me and the stripper full of hard cock for the next
two hours or so. "Bobby's Father and the situation manipulated
you. How could you let that happen, Sandy?"
What can I say? I lowered myself to their expectations. I let
myself become what they thought I was all along.
I was wrong. I made a big mistake.
Bobby just stood there and watched. Sometime later in the
evening, his father was sitting on the sofa with his hands buried in
my hair and his dick buried in my mouth and I heard him say,
`Bobby, my boy, you have great taste in whores, but lousy taste in
wives!'. And then he laughed, and kept on laughing as I swallowed
his cum.
I woke up with a real banger of a headache. I was on our
bed with two guys I didn't recognize, and my ass slipped in a small
puddle of cold, but still-wet cum that had dripped out of my cunt. I
hadn't been in a gangbang like that since I entertained at a Knights of
Columbus party years ago.
I peed and brushed my teeth and threw on a robe. I smelled
coffee.
The sofa and chairs in the livingroom were filled with
sleeping bodies. The stripper was curled up on the floor with
Bobby's naked 14 year old cousin, both snoring. I winced as I
remembered him cumming in my pussy and mouth the night before.
Bobby's father was in the kitchen, pouring a cup of coffee.
He looked like he was on his way out to the office -- clean shaven,
hair combed, dressed in his jacket and tie -- the perfect businessman.
`Sandra,' he smiled, `you look like shit.'
`I feel like shit. Who are all these people?' My feeble
attempt at hangover humor.
`But, my dear, you know all of them intimately.' Again, the
diamond-cutting smile.
`Are you happy? Did you prove to Bobby that he married a
whore?'
He handed me his empty cup and walked toward the front
door, `No, Sandra, YOU proved to Bobby he married a whore.'
I threw the cup at him but it shattered against the wall.
"What a terrible situation, Sandy! I feel so bad for you.
Where was Bobby? Did you go to the wedding?"
Wedding? Ha!
I found Bobby in the guest room. I woke him up and told him
to get everybody out of the house. I locked myself in the bathroom
and stayed in the shower until I couldn't cry anymore.
Bobby and I argued all day about whether to go to the
wedding. Finally we decided that he had to go because he was the
best man, and I could go, but didn't have to sit with his family.
I sat in the car until it was almost time to start, and then I sat
near the back of the church, alone in a pew. None of the ushers, who
were all at the party, looked me in the eye, but the bride stared at me
as she walked past. Her father looked familiar and I was trying to
remember if he was at the party, too.
The ceremony began and when the priest asked if anyone
knew why the couple shouldn't be joined in `holy matrimony,' the
bride whispered something and the priest handed her the microphone.
She turned around and faced the congregation. I hadn't been to
enough formal weddings to know that this was unusual.
She lifted her veil and smiled at the crowd, `Good Evening,
everyone. I'm very pleased to see all of you here for this occasion. I
have a short announcement to make. I'm not getting married tonight.'
Everyone in the church mumbled something and the bride
continued over the outburst `...You see, I found something out about
my fiancee, and I don't think I can go through with the wedding.'
`Oh-oh,' I thought. I grabbed my purse to make a fast
getaway, but I wasn't fast enough.
`Can everyone see the pretty blonde in the back of the
church?' The bride was pointing right at me! And every eye in the
place followed her pretty index finger.
`Well, she was my future sister-in-law. She's married to the
best man, my fiancee's brother. Well, last night, at the Bachelor
Party, that pretty blonde screwed my fiancee, his brothers, his father,
all the ushers, and even my father!'
Well, that answered my question about the father of the
bride! The bride's mother passed out and her head hitting the pew
front resounded throughout the silent church.
`That slut,' the bride continued, `used to be a cheap barroom
whore, and last night she sucked and fucked every man at the
bachelor party!' "Holy Shit!"
You can say that, again!
Fortunately, I drove, so I hopped into the car and peeled
rubber getting out of there. I went to the house, filled the car up with
my clothes and make-up and drove here. I've been here since.
"Do you think Bobby will find you here? It's kind of an
obvious choice?
You're assuming he's looking. I don't think he is. And I can't
blame him if he's not. You can't change a leopard's spots.
So, did you come back here to talk or to fuck? We better get
it on. It looks like I was missed and my old fan club has been lining
up to get a piece of my ass since I came back. I've been on my back
so much, I barely have time to dance!
No, don't worry about a condom -- let's live dangerously and
do it bareback!
CaroleAT@aol.com
Subject: story - author : unknown - Karen, The Story of My Wife - karen.txt
From: Story Master <velvet@znet.com>
Date: 1997/11/01
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KAREN,
THE STORY OF MY WIFE
by ???
To begin with, I'm married to what I consider the most beautiful
woman on earth. Her name is Karen and at 32 years of age she is
blessed with long full dark hair, seductive brown eyes and a very
lovely face. She has a very pronounced figure for her size, since
she stands just 5'1", weighs 110 lbs and possesses a 36-24-34
figure. She has what I like to call a "compact" little body. And
being of Latin American descent, her slightly dark-complected skin
is just about as close to perfect as humanly possible.
The other thing about my wonderful wife of nine years is that
she's incredibly horny. Which is fine with me. Karen was a virgin
when we first met, although that changed about a year before we
married. Even back then Karen enjoyed sex, but it more often than
not it took quite of bit of work to get her in the mood. Then once
we got going it was fantastic. Like most young women in their early
twenties, sex wasn't the driving force in her life and after the
initial newlywed-type behavior our sex life settled down into the
usual marriage pattern.
But for me, sex was (and still is) a very important part of my
life. Quite frankly, I wanted it a lot. But unlike the vast
majority of men my age, I didn't just want IT, I wanted HER! Hell,
I didn't even look at other women! Of course, if you'd have seen my
young bride you'd understand. And over the years I'm sure there
were times she accommodated me just because she loved me so much. A
fact I'm eternally grateful for. And fortunately after all these
years of marriage we still love each other very much.
But from a sexual standpoint, things began to change for my wife
right about her 30th birthday. Little by little Karen began to
discover herself sexually. Finally, after all those years, my wife
began initiating sex on a regular and more frequent basis. Her
apparel began to change a little too. Sexy outfits that she usually
saved for special occasions were becoming more and more the norm.
Where as before she would only dress sexy for me, now she was
beginning to dress sexy for herself. Her dresses and skirts became
noticeably shorter and tighter. Her blouses and tops became a
little more revealing as well. Occasionally she even went braless
-- even in public! and last but not least she seldom tied her
lovely dark hair back, choosing instead to let it fall freely on
her shoulders. Little by little my sexy wife was becoming as horny
as I was. At one point she even admitted that she was beginning to
crave sex. Needless to say, I loved it! As did the rest of the male
population I'm sure!
Since then our sex life (which was always good) became even
better. Karen really opened up in the bedroom. Over the years we'd
always shared our fantasies, including an occasional thought of a
third person (sometimes male, sometimes female) in our bedroom to
watch or participate in our lovemaking. And as our passion for each
other intensified, so did the content of our fantasies.
As was the case when I was younger, I really didn't have any
desire to be with other women, so whenever we fantasized about me
and another woman it was mainly for Karen's benefit. Not that I
didn't enjoy the scenario, but Karen had developed a real
fascination for watching people have sex.
But what really surprised me was when we fantasized about her
having sex with another man. Since Karen had never been with anyone
else but me, the thought of experiencing a new lover was very
exciting. As for me, well, at first it wasn't much of a big deal.
Until the night we were invited to a Christmas party for her
office. Since I had to work late, Karen went on ahead and I caught
up with her later. The first thing I saw when I arrived at the
party was my lovely wife Karen sharing a slow dance with some
handsome young man from the warehouse. She looked absolutely divine
that evening, wearing a dangerously short, skin-tight red
mini-dress, dark hose and high heels. Silently I watched as they
danced, their arms draped around each other, his hands resting on
her shapely hips. Although they were doing nothing improper, I
suddenly noticed an erection starting to form in my pants. Knowing
how sexual my wife had become over the past couple of years, I
could pretty much imagine what she was thinking as I watched her
seductive brown eyes search out his. When the dance finally ended
and she turned toward the tables were I was standing, my conclusion
was instantly confirmed. Thanks to the tight Lycra outfit she was
wearing, Karen's well developed nipples were protruding rather
noticeably through the thin fabric. Needless to say, Karen was
sexuality personified. As she approached me with a beautiful
confident smile, I couldn't begin to take my eyes off of her.
When she was within reach, I slipped my arm around her narrow
waist and pulled her close. Instantly our lips met in a hot wet
kiss. We stood there for several seconds, in full view of everyone,
exchanging passionate saliva like a couple of newlyweds. She could
no doubt feel my erection as it rubbed against her soft lower
belly. Karen was every bit as horny as I was and we were just
seconds from letting things get out of hand.
"I wanna fuck you," she whispered hot into my ear. Naturally her
choice of words made me that much hornier. Normally Karen never
used profanity. In fact the only "cuss" word she EVER used was
"fuck" and then only when she was extremely turned on.
Without a word I ushered her out of the room and into a hallway.
Fortunately for us there was a storage room located around the
corner at the far end of the hall. The second I closed the door our
lips were together again, only this time neither of us restrained
from caressing each other's erogenous zones. I was pleasantly
surprised a moment later to discover that her dark hose were
actually stay-up stockings. Quickly I picked her up and placed her
on a large pile of what looked like laundry or something. I then
dropped my drawers and exposed my eight inch penis. Within seconds
her dress was up around her waist, her panties were down around her
ankles and my cock was working it's way inside her precious pussy.
Thanks to the intensity of the moment, Karen had her first orgasm
within just a few full strokes of my shaft. Meanwhile, I was so
turned on by everything that I didn't last much more than a minute
or so myself. Without really thinking I quickly withdrew my cock
just before I came and shot my load into the pile to the left of my
wife. I then immediately buried it back inside her wet spot. Karen
moaned as I jabbed it home for it's second try. To tell you the
truth, I couldn't believe how excited I was. All I could think
about was this guy's cock in her hole! Karen began moving her hips
as I pumped her furiously. By this time anyone walking by in the
hall could have heard us, but neither of us cared.
Unfortunately (or maybe fortunately, I don't know which), I
didn't last long the second time either. Five minutes at the most.
Just long enough to give Karen her second orgasm. This time I
didn't pull out either. Instead I pushed it in her as far as I
could and held it there. Karen's whole body convulsed as we
climaxed together. For me, it felt like I'd emptied a gallon of cum
up inside her.
Karen and I remained still for several moments as we finally
relaxed. With my penis still imbedded in her enjoying the sweet
friction, she told me that she loved me then asked what brought
that erotic burst on. I told her that she did, and when she asked
me to explain it, I did. Although Karen was surprised by my
reaction to her dancing with another man she was excited as
well. As we talked, she confessed to what I already knew.
She WAS imagining what it would be like to screw the guy she
was dancing with. Just like I was imagining what it would be
like to watch her screw the guy she was dancing with.
What remained of the evening was fantastic. After retiring to the
rest room to freshen up a bit, she returned to our table looking
sexier than ever. As the evening wore on, she slow danced with
several other men, including her original friend Dick (believe it
or not). We left the party around midnight and made it home in
record time. What followed was probably closer to mutual rape than
it was lovemaking. In fact, we didn't much more than make it in the
door before we were fucking our brains out and exploring our new
fantasy. I have no idea how many times Karen climaxed that night,
but before we both fell asleep around 5am, I'd fired four more wads
of cum either into or onto my wife. It was a night neither of us
would ever forget. In some ways our life would never be quite the
same again.
Which brings me back to the main jist of the story. Something had
definitely been conceived that night. Something that would burn
inside of us for months to come. For the next few weeks Karen and I
felt incredibly guilty about what had happened. As a result, it
became a taboo subject. Not that we weren't thinking about it, we
just weren't talking about it. For a couple of weeks my wife even
quit dressing provocatively, but that didn't last long. And
eventually we even came to terms with what had come over us that
night. But the fire had been lit. A fire that could only be
quenched with one thing: another man's cock. Karen wanted to feel
it, and I wanted to watch it.
Eventually the subject worked it's way back into our fantasies.
In fact, after a slow and careful start, it became even more
graphic than before. Before long the idea of me with another woman
disappeared completely, apparently drowned out by the thought of my
wife's first extramarital encounter. Although we were still afraid
of actually letting it happen, something told me it eventually
would. In fact, things were starting to get a little out of hand.
This harmless little fantasy was becoming an obsession. Our sex
life was fantastic, we were screwing almost every night, usually
more than once at a time. But by now this fantasy had taken on a
life of it's own. Karen began sizing up practically every man she
met as a potential partner and I was fueling her fire by describing
how each man would fulfill her desires while I fucked her
passionately.
Whenever we realized things were getting out of control we would
back off for a couple of days. But in some ways that seemed to make
the prospect even more appealing. It was during one of these brief
periods that we met Don. A friend of one of my softball teammates.
Don was only in town for about a week, and since we were a player
or two short, he volunteered to play. He was a very handsome
California blonde with a practically perfect physic. Needless to
say all the women at the park eyed him almost salaciously.
Including Karen. He played two games with us that week and it was
midway through the first game when she asked me who he was. When I
told her, she playfully answered that he looked good enough to eat.
It didn't take a brain surgeon to know who our next fantasy would
include. Like all the other girls, Karen went out of her way to
talk to him after the game and sure enough, that evening he became
her fantasy lover while I supplied the cock.
But for some reason I didn't realize the full impact of her lust
until later. On Thursday when we played ball again, Karen arrived
late. When she did finally get there (in the third inning), she
looked spectacular. She was wearing a pair of tight-fitting
blue-jeans shorts and a body-hugging black mid-drift tank top that
accented her figure beautifully. She topped of her outfit with a
tiny pair of sandals and a golden ankle bracelet. A shimmering gold
necklace dangled against her dangerously low-cut top. The eyes of
practically every male at the ball park were rivetted to her.
Including Don's.
At the end of the inning I went to the fence along the right
field line to talk with my lady and tell her how sexy she looked.
But before I could say a word she grabbed me around the neck and
pressed her lips securely to mine. It almost seemed as if she were
trying to see how far down my throat her tongue would go. Since the
fence was only about waist high, I still got to feel those luscious
breast against me. Without really thinking I tried to grind my
pelvis against hers, but unfortunately all I felt was the
chain-link fence.
"Damn you're hot," I whispered, "I'd like to nail you right
through the fence!"
"Ummm," she purred, "Sounds good. The way I feel right now, I'd
almost let you."
As the game went on, Karen stood by the fence at the end of the
dugout so we could chat between innings. She informed me she'd been
horny all day for some reason and as soon as the game was over I
was to screw my brains out. Not a bad thought at all.
Sometime around the sixth inning, Don was lifted for a pinch
hitter and as a result was finished for the rest of the game.
Needless to say it didn't take him long to move to the end of the
dugout where Karen was standing and strike up a conversation with
her. From my position at 1st base I had a perfect view of what was
going on, and out of the corner of my eye I watched as the
situation unfolded. I say situation, because I pretty much knew
what Karen was thinking. Especially in her presently aroused state.
By the time I got back to the dugout, Don had moved away. Karen
gave me a quick customary kiss and I joked about her having a new
boyfriend. After that, Don would move to Karen's end of the dugout
whenever I was in the field. When I returned to the dugout he moved
away and I took the opportunity to tease my horny wife. In the
bottom of the seventh she admitted that the conversation between
them was getting suggestive. By the bottom of the eighth I could
see she was getting flustered. In fact, so was I. But with our next
brief exchange between innings, she decided to take advantage of
our mutual arousal.
"How's it going?" I asked.
"I'm ready to fuck," she whispered almost breathlessly, "My
body's on fire!"
"Good," I managed to respond, "You thinking about Don?"
"A little bit," she admitted, "You don't mind, do you?"
"Of course not, Sweetheart. I love you."
"I love you to, but -- but I can't help thinking about him. I'd
love to fuck him -- I'm sorry."
"It's okay," I tried to comfort her, "I understand."
"Honey," she again breathed into my ear, "Would you mind if I
took off my bra? I want him to see my tities."
"I think he can already see your tities."
"I wanna brush them against him. I want him to feel them."
At that my heart skipped a beat. It was hard to believe this
Karen talking. "Go ahead," I heard myself whisper.
By the time Karen returned from the rest room I was already in
the field. When I saw her by the fence, her breasts hanging freely
beneath her blouse, I almost came in my pants. The way her boobs
pushed her top away from her body, her mid-drift became an easy
access way to her bare breasts. When she leaned over and
accidently/on purpose brushed those lovely beauties against Don's
arm, I was so mesmerized by the sight that I committed my first
error of the season.
By the time the game was over, I was more than ready to breed.
Quickly I gathered my things and told Karen I'd meet her in the
car. As fate would have it, the lady that ran the concession stand
asked if Karen could help her close up and since it would only take
a few extra minutes we agreed. So while Karen headed for the
concession stand, I returned to the car.
While I waited patiently for my lovely wife, I couldn't help
thinking ahead to what the evening had in store. Her words and her
actions with Don had me so damn horny I couldn't wait to bury my
stiff meat in her warm wet pussy. It was about this time I realized
that she should have been finished with the concession stand by
now. Looking around I could see that ours was one of the last few
cars in the parking lot. After taking a moment to control my
erection, I finally got out of the car to look for her.
When I arrived at the concession stand, the boards were in place
and it was already closed. Thinking that perhaps she and Milly were
sweeping up or something, I moved to the back of the old concrete
building where the door was located. Much to my surprise it was
opened just a crack, so carefully I leaned forward and peeked in.
What I saw was disturbing to say the very least. Standing in the
center of the almost dark room was my lovely wife Karen leaning
back against her handsome stud Don!
Instantly I froze, not knowing what to think or do. Don had one
hand up under my wife's top, massaging her ample breasts while the
other one was down her partially unzipped shorts. The look on
Karen's face was incredible as she tilted her head to receive the
hot kisses he was delivering to her lips, neck and shoulder. The
hand down her pants was moving up and down steadily as it stroked
her pussy from outside her underwear. As I continued to watch, he
unzipped her shorts the rest of the way and then moved his hand
down inside of her tiny black panties from the top. Within seconds
he'd hit his target. Karen moaned as his hand moved up and down,
this time against the real thing. From this vantage point I
couldn't tell if he was just rubbing her clit or actually
penetrating her pussy. But judging from her reaction, it didn't
seem to matter.
After a few more seconds of this Don carefully eased her shorts
down, moving them carefully over her firm round ass. Once they
cleared her beautiful buns, they fell to the floor where she
absent-mindedly stepped out of them. At this point he turned her
around and kissed her full on the lips. Karen passionately accepted
his offerings as he massaged her luscious behind with both hands.
When the moment was right he then lifted her up and placed her on
the counter. He stood just to her right as his hand again found
it's way to her ultimate pleasure point. This time he reached
around the leg opening and began working a finger up inside her
cunt. As Karen's legs instinctively parted to give him better
access, her hips began moving in rhythm to his strokes. With one
hand around his waist, she reached into his shorts to caress his
ass. With her other hand she lifted up her top so he could feast on
her luscious 36C breasts. Karen was in heaven. Don then inserted a
second finger into her pussy and increased the pace. Somewhere
along the line her panties disappeared as well.
"Yesss...yessss....like that....yessss...I'm cumming.....I'm
cummmminnnngggg!" she moaned.
Don laughed as her body shook with orgasm. When it finally
subsided, Don stepped back to remove his shorts and within seconds
he released the single largest penis I'd ever seen. It must have
been at least 11 inches long and very, very thick. It kind of
resembled a chunk of salami as it stood out proudly from between
his loins.
In the meantime Karen struggled to catch her breath. When she had
recovered enough to continue, Don parted her tanned thighs and
moved between them. But when Karen felt his body moving into
position and saw that massive manhood aiming at her hole, she
quickly came to her senses and pushed him away.
"No," she barked, suddenly alarmed, "We can't do this! I'm a
married woman!"
"You're full of shit," he swore as he attempted to move between
her legs again, "You've been teasing me all afternoon! You want
this as bad as I do!"
"No please! My husband's outside in the car! He'll catch --"
But before Karen could finish her sentence, Don impaled her with
his rod. Not the entire eleven inches, thank goodness, but probably
a good six inches. Just enough to get her attention. And change her
attitude.
"Oh my..." she managed to moan as she caught her breath, "You're
huge!"
Don again laughed as he began working that monster up inside
Karen's tight pussy. Karen slipped her arms around his neck as he
continued to ease it in. Eight inches...nine....ten inches! Before
long all eleven inches were sliding in and out of her vagina as she
worked her hips in an incredibly sexy manner to receive him.
By now, my own cock was straining to be set free. In fact, It was
so hard that it actually hurt. But since I didn't want to chance
getting caught, I couldn't whip it out right there in the open. It
was then I realized than anyone could walk around the corner and
catch me watching the action. With this in mind, I took a
calculated risk. I carefully slipped inside the door and closed it.
Don was Karen were so wrapped up in their interaction that they
didn't even notice that I was there.
The scene was incredible. There was my lovely wife, naked as a
jay-bird, bucking around wildly as a blonde-haired stud with an
eleven inch cock was fucking her crazy. And she'd never looked
sexier. From a distance of about ten feet away, I strained to watch
everything, but I couldn't seem to get it all in one shot. I loved
the way her lips formed a sensuous "O" as she moaned. I loved the
way her tits bounced on every stroke. I watched as her hips moved
in perfect rhythm to his thrusts. I couldn't help but watch as his
big strong ass bounced up and down between her delicate thighs. And
last but not least I couldn't help centering in on that huge piece
of meat, covered with her juices, sliding in and out of her pussy.
Quietly I lifted the leg opening of my own shorts and rubbed my
cock. The sight of them humping away however, was too much for me,
because after just three gentle strokes I sprayed a gigantic load
of cum across the floor.
Meanwhile Karen was moaning and groaning for all she was worth.
Orgasm after orgasm flooded her body.
"You like that don't you?" he asked as he slowed the pace, "You
like getting fucked while your husband waits in the car, don't
you?"
"Ohhhh..."she tried to respond, "Don, please...ummmm.....you feel
so good!"
"You like that, eh? You like this big California cock, don't
you?"
"Ohhhhh...yessss.....yesssss....ooooohhh...I love it! Give it to
me baby....keep fucking me baby!"
Without hesitation Don again picked up the pace and complied with
her wishes. By now Karen had no trouble whatsoever handling his big
dong. I'm not sure how long all this continued, but before I knew
it Don informed her he was about to cum.
"You about ready?" he grunted, "I'm almost there!"
"Ooooohh...ooooohh....yessssss lover.......just.......ummm......
Just pull out .....ahhhh.....when you cum!"
"No way," Don panted, "I'm gonna cum inside you...I'm gonna make
you pregnant...you ready??"
"Okay," she gasped, "Go....ummmmm.......go ahead......make me
pregnant..........ooooohhh.....I'm your baby now!"
"Here goes!"
"Oh yessss!" Karen practically screamed as he filled her vagina
with sperm, "I'm cumming tooooo....give it to me baby.....
oooooooooooohh.....don't stop......not yet......ummmmmm.........
ummmmmmmmmmmmmm....make me pregnant baby! Oh please, make me
pregnant! Ooooooooooooh, I love you!"
On that note Don's powerful penis pushed my beautiful wife over
the edge and she came with a loud cry. Don's ass cheeks tightened
as he delivered his seed deep within her belly. After which he
practically collapsed on top of her.
Karen and Don remained in that position for several minutes while
each of them caught their breaths. When he finally eased back and
removed his garden hose, a large glob of cum oozed out of her pussy
and dripped down onto the counter. When Karen sat up straight,
that's when she noticed me standing there.
"Oh no!" she gasped in horror. Quickly she grabbed her shorts and
top, pulled them on and darted out the door in tears. Don started
to apologize for what he'd done but I told him not to say anything,
adding that there isn't a man alive who wouldn't fuck my wife if
given the opportunity. With that I picked up her sandals and
panties then left the room.
The ride home seemed to last forever. While Karen sat in the
passenger's seat crying, I drove home quietly. Occasionally I would
steal a glance or two her direction, but that was about it. Inside
I had mixed emotions about what I'd just witnessed. Although the
image of Don humping her was burned into my mind, so were her
passionate exclamations as he was delivering his seed. I glanced
over at her crotch. She told him to make her pregnant and locked
within those tight-fitting shorts was another man's seman. She also
told him that she loved him. Although I was reasonably certain it
was the passion talking, how was I to know. Before this all
happened, I figured the only way to quench this perverted little
fire was with another man's cock. Now I was forced to wonder wether
we'd simply thrown gasoline on it.
Nothing was spoken until after Karen finished a long hot shower.
Afterward she joined me on the bed wearing a black t-shirt that
resembled a short nightie on her. As we laid there in bed, Karen
apologized for what had happened, explaining that she never meant
to cheat on me, it's just that everything happened so quickly. But
that much I understood. Karen has a powerful sex drive and once she
gets going it's hard to get her stopped.
"What about the pregnancy thing?" I inquired.
"I don't know where that came from," she answered, "It just
popped out. I guess subconsciously I thought it would turn him on."
"It certainly did that," I agreed.
"Besides, I'm pretty sure I won't get that way. I'm on the pill,
you know."
"But you told him you loved him."
"I know," Karen sniffled, "I'm sorry. It--it, well, it just felt
so good, I--I don't why I blurted out something like that. It's
just automatic, I guess, like when I'm with you."
"Okay," I accepted. It was a good answer. And come to think of
it, probably the truth. Looking back I suddenly realized that
almost every time we have sex she expresses her love for me during
an orgasm.
"Are you mad at me?" she finally asked.
"No," I sighed, "I'm not mad. A little hurt maybe, but not angry.
I just figured that if it was ever going to happen I'd be a part of
it. I had no idea it would happen behind my back."
"Like I said, Honey, I didn't mean for it to."
"I know. But I know how horny you can get. I'm afraid that next
time I might not walk in on it."
"There won't be a next time," she promised with a kiss, "I'll
never let myself get in that situation again. Not with out your
approval, that is."
Karen and I laid there silently for a long time as each of us
considered the situation at hand. Fortunately I knew her well
enough to know she was sincere. But just before I could reach out
and give her a reassuring hug, she spoke up softly.
"You know," she didn't much more than whisper, "I've actually
been with another man now."
"I know," I replied, slipping my arm around her lovingly, "How
was it?"
"I think you know the answer to that question," she softly
reached over and caressed my chest, "How was it for you?"
With that I pulled her close for a long sexy kiss. "How about I
just show you?"
"Oooooh, I'd like that, baby."
With a smile on my face I reached up under Karen's nightshirt and
carefully spread her thighs. I was pleasantly surprised to find her
underwear were missing. As I moved into position, I felt her soft
little hand guide me to her prize. Needless to say, my prick stood
out like a telephone pole.
"Oooooooh my goodness," she cooed, "Is that for me?"
"Absolutely."
Karen slipped off her nightshirt as I gently slid up inside of
her warm and waiting vagina. For some reason I was surprised to
find that her pussy was every bit as tight as it always had been. I
guess one giant peter hadn't changed a thing.
"I love you, Sweetheart," Karen whispered as I began moving in
and out slowing, allowing my precious bride to feel every rigid
inch.
"I love you too, Karen," I responded as I leaned forward and
kissed her tender lips. Beneath me I could feel the warm sensation
of her naked breasts against my chest. For the first time in a long
time there were no other men -- no other fantasy lovers -- in our
bed. It was just her and I and no one else. And there never has
been since.
the end.
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Subject: Julia.txt CaroleAT Wife M/M/M/F
Date: Sat, 29 Nov 1997 00:00:00 GMT
From: caroleat@aol.com (CaroleAT)
My wife Julia
My wife and I work for the same company. We've been there a couple of
years. We met at work and were married in February this year. My wife's name
is Julia, she's a typist whereas I work in accounts. Julia is a very sexy
girl. It was her short skirts and long legs which made me notice her when I
first joined the company. Julia is 25 years old and has dark, wavy hair
falling just below her shoulders.
We had a normal relationship until six weeks ago. Julia had gone to a girls
night with four others from work. They had been drinking all evening and had
apparently been joined at their table by a couple of blokes. Julia told me
afterwards that there had been plenty of sexy chat with these two blokes and
they all seemed to be getting on OK.
The two guys wanted the girls to go onto a night club but only Julia and a
girl called Sara were interested. The other girls split and Sara and my wife
went off to the club. Well, they obviously had more to drink and at the end
of the evening the two girls didn't need much persuading to go back to one
of the guy's apartment.
According to Julia they had no sooner got inside the door than her man -
Rick - was kissing her and feeling her up. She let him feel her ass first
then his hands went up to her breasts. She could see that Sara was enjoying
the same treatment so she let her inhibitions go. She let him have a good
feel of her tits before taking the initiative and asking where the bedroom was.
She came home about three in the morning. I was already in bed and she woke
me up getting in. I could tell she was excited and asked her how the evening
went. She didn't say anything but took my hand and pressed it up against her
cunt. Her lips felt hot and swollen and she was really wet. It took me a
little time to understand but then I realized she'd been fucked by another
man. I was suddenly wide awake. Keeping one hand on mine she put the other
around me and pulled me close saying something like "Don't be upset, I still
love you".
I know I should have been angry or threatened to leave or something but I
found myself getting really excited. My cock was hard up against Julia's leg
and once she felt it there she laughed and called me a pervert. She seemed
pleased that I was excited.
My fingers were now inside her and she was so wet I could fit three in
easily. She then pulled me on top of her and my cock slipped straight up
her. I only lasted a few seconds before adding to the load she'd already
had. I made her tell me all the details of her evening and this excited me
all over again. I wanted to have her again but she protested she was too
tired, and I had to make do with a hand job.
Things haven't been the same since that evening. When we arrived at work on
Monday morning it was obvious straight away that word had got around that
Julia had spent the night with another man. Sara had told everyone about my
wife's exploits and things were a bit awkward for a while until they
realized that I didn't seem to mind. I suppose it was then that the other
men in the company decided that Julia was fair game even though she was
married to me.
Julia really enjoyed the attention she was getting. She would also tease me
when we got home in the evening about how so and so in the office had asked
her to lunch or her boss Mike had patted her ass that morning. I was in a
state of permanent arousal, at work and at home.
Two weeks ago Bob, who works at the next desk to me, came over and asked if
it was OK if he took Julia for a drink after work that evening. He said he
wanted to talk to her about getting the company reports typed the following
weekend. I said of course it was OK. He said they'd probably go for a meal
afterwards. I said fine, she'll like that.
It was plain that Bob was just looking for an excuse to get Julia out on
her own in the evening. I think he was quite surprised that I had agreed so
easily. At six o'clock Julia came in to ask Bob if he was ready to go. As he
cleared his desk she came over to me, kissed me on the cheek and said how
glad she was that I was an understanding husband.
It felt strange going home that evening on my own but I was filled with a
nervous kind of excitement knowing that my wife was out with another man on
what I guess amounted to a date.
I was watching TV when Julia arrived home. It was about half past eleven. I
could tell as soon as she'd walked through the door that she'd been fucked.
Her hair was messed up, her blouse was partly untucked and she looked really
flushed. She came over and sat beside me on the sofa. Her first words were
"You don't mind do you?" I just shook my head and she kissed me on the lips.
She stood up and began to unbutton her blouse. She pulled it off and then
took her skirt off too. She stood there in just her underwear for a few
seconds then reached behind and undid her bra. I got down on the my knees in
front of her and gently slid her panties down. The crotch of her panties was
soaked. I took them off her and kissed her on her neatly trimmed mound. I
kissed her again and again until my mouth never left her and I was licking
her sticky cunt.
That was two weeks ago and she has been out several times since - once more
with Bob and once with Mike, her boss. Each time she has come home to me
with a cunt full of cum, and I've licked it from her.
It was strange at first working with Bob and Mike, knowing that they'd both
fucked my wife. It was also humiliating to think that I'd licked their spunk
out of my wife's cunt. It was also tremendously exciting. Julia now wants to
start bringing her boyfriends home. She says she wants my work mates to see
me lick her out after they've deposited their spunk in her. She also says
that there are at least three other blokes at work that she wants to fuck. I
think my tongue is going to be in for a busy time over the next few weeks!
****************
Two weeks later
The last few weeks have been the most exciting of my life. Mike came up to
me at work on the Friday afternoon and told me he and Bob were taking Julia
out that evening - he didn't ask, he told me! I just nodded my agreement. He
said she probably wouldn't be home till the next morning and not to wait up
for her. This was all said in the middle of the office, and I knew everyone
was listening. It was terribly humiliating but also very exciting. It was
obvious then that everyone in the Company knew that Julia was screwing
around and that I didn't mind.
It was just before six that evening that Mike and Julia came to collect Bob
from our office. As they stood in front of my desk chatting to me I knew
that Mike had his hand on Julia's bum and was feeling her up. The rest of
the office could see too. Julia then started teasing me about what I was
going to have for dinner. She really humiliated me in front of everyone by
telling me not to eat too much as I'd have a lot to eat when she got home.
It was then that I knew that she'd told everyone about me eating her out
after she'd been fucked. My face was bright red but inside I was loving it!
They left shortly afterwards. Julia kissed me on the lips and off she walked
laughing and joking with my two work colleagues. I went home shortly
afterwards.
It was about nine o'clock the next morning that I was woken up by someone
pulling the duvet off me. As I came awake I realized that Mike and Bob were
both standing by the bed. Julia was at the end of the bed and had pulled the
duvet down. I just lay there naked. Mike then started to laugh, and I
realized that he had seen the cum stains on the sheets where I had had to
relieve myself several times the previous night. Julia came and stood beside
Mike and said something to the effect that I must enjoy wanking myself more
than fucking her because I had never cum that much with her before.
It was Bob's idea that I should wank myself while they watched. I just lay
there not knowing what to do. Mike then took something out of his pocket and
dropped it on the bed. I thought it was a handkerchief at first but when I
picked it up I realized it was a pair of Julia's panties. I knew then that
they'd both fucked my wife again and that she'd come home without any
knickers on.
I was told to put the pants to my face and smell them. I did it because I
was now under the control of these three people. The pants were white and
lacy and quite small. I put the pants against my face and I could smell sex
off them. Julia then reached over and began to rub the pants over my face.
The crotch of the pants was still slightly sticky and had a very strong
aroma - it was the smell of spunk. She asked me if I was enjoying this. I
didn't need to answer because my cock was now growing to it's full four
inches. I was rock hard.
I think it was Bob who actually took my hand and placed it on my cock. I
started to wank myself. With my other hand I took the panties from Julia and
rubbed them over myself, all over my face and chest. Julia was now telling
me what had happened the previous night, about how Mike and Bob had fucked
her silly all night. She told me they were great lovers and that she
couldn't stop opening her legs for them. She told me that their cocks were
much larger than mine and that she'd never been fucked so well before. She
said she was going to fuck any bloke who asked her and that she'd be
bringing their spunk home for me to eat. It was her ambition to get laid by
every man at our work she said. I was a wimp and was only good for cleaning
her out after her lovers had deposited in her. All this had the desired
effect and I was soon shooting loads of spunk up onto my belly. This, I
think, was probably the final humiliation - jerking yourself off in front of
your work colleagues while your wife tells you what a slut she is.
My morning was pretty busy after that. I was told to put clean sheets on
the bed and make some breakfast for the three of them. I did this with my
spunk drying on my belly and legs where it had run down. The three of them
went to bed while I had a shower.
When I returned to the bedroom Julia was on her hands and knees on the bed
with Bob's cock deep in her ass. I stood and watched as he fucked her ass
with long slow strokes. I had never fucked Julia's ass before and was
fascinated. She seemed to take his full length with ease. I guessed he was
about eight or nine inches and he was going in right up to his balls. She
was gently licking and kissing Mike's flaccid cock. His cock head was red
and raw looking, and I guessed that he'd already finished with my wife. I
found myself wondering which hole he'd used, then I realized why Bob had
such easy movement in my wife's ass - Mike had already provided the
lubrication with his previous load of spunk in my wife's ass!
Bob's strokes began to get faster and faster and soon he was really
pounding into her, his balls were slapping against her and she had her eyes
screwed tightly shut. Her orgasm built slowly then suddenly overcame her and
she was screaming and her head was thrashing around. I felt somehow that
this was Julia's own form of humiliation, having an orgasm while being
fucked up the ass. Nice girls didn't let you fuck their ass and certainly
wouldn't have an orgasm if you did..... my wife was obviously just a dirty
little slut - and I loved her for it!
Julia's cumming must have sent Bob over the edge because he was grunting
and fucking my wife's ass with short stabbing strokes, and I knew he was
depositing another load inside her. A few seconds later they disengaged. Bob
and Mike lay back on the bed while Julia was still on her knees, chest on
the bed, ass in the air. I could see a thin dribble of spunk coming out of
her asshole and run down her crease. I looked at Bob then at Mike as if for
approval of my actions. Mike nodded his head and said "Yes, go ahead, be our
guest!"
I ran my tongue up the crease of her ass to catch the dribble that had
escaped. My tongue found her asshole, and I ran it around the rim of the
hole. Her ass puckered and some more spunk came out. I licked harder at the
hole, my tongue trying to get inside. She must have relaxed then because her
asshole opened up, and I was suddenly lapping at globs of slimy spunk. My
tongue was inside her, and I was able to run it around in circles she'd been
stretched so much. Julia raised her chest off the bed and more spunk ran out
of her. I couldn't get it all in my mouth so I began to rub my face in her
ass to get it all over me.
My face was covered in the spunk of my two work mates as Julia ground her
ass back into my face. She began to talk to me telling me I was her little
asslicker and did I like the taste of my friend's spunk. My mouth was too
busy to answer her, and I was now wanking myself off again. Mike and Bob
joined in telling me what a wanker I was as I rubbed furiously at my four
inches. I came in my hand with my tongue up my wife's ass licking shit
flavored spunk from her.
Mike and Bob left shortly afterwards, and they took Julia with them. I
didn't see her again until late Sunday night. I was already in bed when they
dropped her off. She came into the bedroom, undressed and got into bed
beside me. I put my arms around her and told her that I loved her. My cock
was hard and I wanted to fuck her. She told me that I couldn't, her pussy
was too sore, but I could lick her if I wanted.
I didn't need asking twice and soon had my tongue up inside her. Her cunt
was stretched wide open, she'd obviously been well used all weekend. She
turned over onto her belly and raised her ass, and I cleaned her out there
as well. I don't think she had an orgasm but thanked me for cleaning her.
She told me to stand beside the bed and wank myself if I wanted relief. I
did, and she watched me shoot my load into my hand.
****************
Monday at work was embarrassing. All the blokes were asking Bob how he and
Mike got on at the weekend with Julia. This was while Bob was sitting at his
desk next to me. It seemed to have become accepted that I liked the
humiliation.
Just before lunch I was called over to Mike's office. When I entered his
office I saw Julia standing beside him. They said they had been talking
about me and that there were several things that they wanted me to do. Mike
asked if I enjoyed the way the weekend had gone. I admitted that it had been
exciting. He then told me that it was just the beginning and asked if I
wanted to go along with their games. I said yes.
Mike laughed and said good, because from now on I was going to be their
slave. I would have to do whatever they wanted. I would have to accept that
although I was married to Julia, I was not going to be allowed to fuck her.
They were going to share my wife with whoever they wanted, and I was going
to be used to clean her up afterwards. I was also going to have to keep her
wardrobe stocked with new, sexy clothes. I would do the cooking, washing and
ironing. They were going to use my wife whenever, where ever and with
whoever they liked. I agreed to all this - it was either agree or lose Julia
altogether, and I didn't want that. Besides, I found that I enjoyed this new
submissive role.
Julia came and stood beside me then. She kissed me and said not to worry,
that she still loved me, but that I was probably more suited this new way of
life. She said that I could never compete with Mike or Bob when it came to
lovemaking and that now that she had experienced a real fucking she wasn't
going to put up with my pathetic attempts to satisfy her. Although this hurt
me I knew it was true. I remembered the way her cunt had been stretched by
these men and the way they had used her ass. My four inch cock wasn't going
to be much use to her now.
I was then told that there would be a party this weekend. I was told that I
would be given Friday afternoon off work to prepare our house for it because
it would it would last all weekend. I was to make sure the place was clean
and tidy, that there was sufficient drink and there were clean sheets on the
bed!
I asked who was to be invited. Mike said it was a sort of office party.
Over the weekend all the blokes from the company would be turning up, that
meant about thirty in total if they all made it. Julia was to be the only
female present the whole time!
I think my mouth probably gaped as I took in the implications. I was
handing over my wife to be fucked by every bloke in the company who wanted
her, and I was going to be there to witness it.
They both watched me for my reactions. As my thoughts came together I
realized it was my ultimate fantasy, have my wife fucked by all my work
mates while I serve them drinks and - hopefully - lick her out after each
deposit. I was getting horny already. I went back to my work that afternoon
but couldn't concentrate. I couldn't get the thought of the coming weekend
out of my mind.
The rest of the week went slowly. There was lots of talk in the office
about the party, but I wasn't included in the conversations. Julia didn't go
out any evenings that week. She said she was saving her energy for the
weekend. There was only one small development. It was Wednesday evening that
Julia called me up to the bedroom. She had in her hands a pair of her
panties. They were black with lace at the front and silk at the rear. She
told me she wanted me to try them on for her. In my new role I didn't argue.
I took off my trousers and pants and she handed me the knickers. I stepped
into them and pulled them up over my cock and balls. Julia stood back to
admire me, then told me to remove the rest of my clothes. I stood there in
just her black panties while she looked me over.
I could see myself in the full length mirror, and as I watched I could see
my cock begin to stir inside the pants. As my cock grew I could feel the
lace rub against the tip . I was starting to enjoy this! I looked over my
shoulder at Julia, and she seemed to have a smug look on her face as if
she'd known that I'd like the experience. My cock was now fully erect and
was just visible poking at the waist band of the panties.
Julia came and stood behind me and asked if I liked what I saw. I said yes,
I thought it was sexy. She said good, because I'd be wearing girls panties
from now on, my own underwear was being thrown out. I could wear hers until
Id got a full set of my own. The thought of wearing women's underwear for
the rest of my married life was really turning me on. I rubbed my hand over
my lace covered cock and it felt so good that I couldn't stop. I was soon
wanking myself into the panties as Julia watched laughing. Within seconds I
was pumping spunk into the silk and lace. I wore the spunk encrusted panties
for the rest of the evening.
Subject: My wife Julia (Part 2)
The weekend of the party has been and gone now and I'm walking around as if
in a dream. I'll try and relate what happened.
I left work around midday on Friday as arranged with Mike. First stop was
the shops to pick up the food and drink to keep our guests happy. Then a
department store. Julia wanted a new set of lingerie. I bought her
camisoles, silk g-strings, lace bras, stockings, the lot. I also treated
myself to three pairs of bikini briefs while I was there. All three were the
same design, satin with lace around the edges. One pair in white, one in
black and the third pair, my favorites, in a bright red - very tarty! I
couldn't wait to get home to try them on.
I cleaned and polished all afternoon. The place looked fine. Clean sheets
on the bed and spare linen in the closets.
Julia arrived home with Mike and Bob some time later and wanted to see my
purchases. I went upstairs with Julia while the men stayed down and watched
TV and had some drinks.
Julia wanted to see me in my new underwear before she got herself ready for
the evening. I was soon standing there in just my new pants. I put the red
pair on, with my little cock pushing at the flimsy material. She loved the
sight of me so much she called Mike and Bob up to have a look too. They had
a good laugh at me as I paraded around the bedroom for them. They thought it
would be great if I wore them all weekend while serving the guests, my
workmates. When Julia told them I had three pairs they said fine, a
different pair each evening! Not only were all my friends from work going to
fuck and suck my wife all weekend, but I was going to have to stand and
watch them while wearing only a small pair of women's panties. The first
guests arrived about eight o'clock. Three blokes from the mail room. I
answered the door dressed in just my panties and they fell about laughing.
They soon got into the swing of things, ordering me about to get drinks and
snacks.
Two more had arrived before Julia came downstairs. She wore a very short
tight fitting skirt with a semi transparent blouse. Three inch heels made
her legs go on for ever. The way her nipples pressed against the blouse it
was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. She went around and kissed all the
men. Long lingering kisses as they took the opportunity to run their hands
over her body.
The door bell was ringing constantly for the next hour as more people
arrived. Some of my colleagues from work had brought friends with them and
by half nine there were about twenty five men in the room.
I caught glimpses of Julia as she was passed from one bloke to another . At
some stage she had her blouse removed and men were sucking her breasts. I
was getting a fair amount of attention myself as inhibitions were lowered
with the drink. On several occasions the front of my pants were pulled down
to expose my erect little penis. One chap who I'd never seen before actually
gave my cock a few strokes and said he was going to speak to Mike about
hiring me for an evening. I was constantly erect and precum was seeping out
of the end of my cock leaving a mark on my panties.
The next time I saw my wife she was laid on her back on our dining table.
Her skirt had been removed and she only wore her panties and high heels.
There were about ten or twelve blokes around her, feeling her tits and legs.
I noticed several had their cocks out and were rubbing them on my wife's
thighs and in her hair. The weekend orgy was about to begin.
I managed to squeeze through the crowd of men and stood by Julia's head.
She looked up at me with a glazed look on her face and smiled. I took hold
of her hand and held it as her panties were removed and the first bloke
positioned himself between her thighs. She gripped me tightly, and I knew he
was entering her. I looked to see who it was and saw it was Colin who sits
behind me at work. He grinned at me as he pushed his cock up my wife and
said that he'd always wanted to fuck her and that he'd known that I'd never
be man enough for her. He kept talking to me as he moved in and out of
Julia's slippery hole. He was telling me what a wimp I was for letting all
these men screw my wife and did I like wearing women's underwear all the
time, was I a closet homosexual etc. etc. Eventually he began to shudder as
he unloaded his semen into her.
As soon as he'd moved away another man took his place. I didn't recognize
this one. He didn't mess around, he went straight up her and started
pumping. Soon his spunk was joining that of Colin in my wife's vagina. After
that she had a constant stream of men, some in her cunt, some in her mouth,
and others just wanked themselves off over her body as she lay there.
I soon lost my position by her side as more of our friends made their way
over to the table to dump their loads into her. It was as if my wife was
being used as a hole for their spunk - there was no romance about it, they
just fucked her and moved away to resume their conversations around the
room. They would come back and use her again throughout the evening as the
urge took them.
Soon she was covered in spunk and a complete mess. There was a pool of
sperm beneath her on the table as it ran freely out of her. All her upper
thighs were soaked with it. Her hair was matted where others had cum across
her face. Her breasts were looking bruised and sore where she had been
squeezed and felt countless times. Still she just lay there and let these
men do as they wanted. I noticed that her lips were bleeding where she'd
stretched them around so many cocks.
Eventually she was in such a state that some of the men started to
complain. They said there was so much spunk in her that they couldn't feel
anything. Mike then came forward and said she needed a cleaning out before
they started to use her again. He called me over and said that it was my job
to make sure that Julia was in good condition for our guests. I knew what he
expected me to do. He wanted me to go down on my wife and clean her out with
my tongue. I hesitated, because there was so much spunk in her and on her
but Mike put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down.
I knelt before her and looked at her well used cunt. The lips were hanging
wide and I could see straight up her. There was spunk all over the place and
it was still running out of her. Before I knew what was happening my head
had been pushed forward and my face was up against her. My tongue came out,
and I began to lap away at her loose fanny. There were cheers from the
others standing around us as I got down to my task. I licked her outer lips,
I got my tongue as far up her as I could and I licked her ass and thighs. To
my complete shame I also licked up the pool of spunk that had formed on the
table beneath her.
When I'd done my best to clean her up she was lifted away and carried
upstairs to the bathroom to be showered. I wiped down the table and got
fresh drinks for the guests who were still downstairs. It was while I was
handing out drinks that my panties were pulled down again, this time they
were left around my thighs. Someone reached out and squeezed my balls as I
just stood there with my little cock pointing straight out. I was in such a
state that I didn't care who did what to me, I just needed to cum. My balls
were aching with the need to release their semen. I took my panties off
completely and started to wank myself in front of the men. Some were
laughing as I furiously rubbed at my penis.
I was pushed down onto the floor by someone and continued to wank myself as
they stood over me. Again they called me a wimp and a wanker. I loved the
abuse and rubbed myself quicker the more they abused me. I lay at the feet
of my work colleagues furiously wanking at my four inch cock as they
discussed how they'd fucked my wife. Soon I was jerking globs of hot cum
onto my belly as they laughed at me.
I spent the rest of the evening naked. Julia had been moved to the bedroom.
I was called on twice more that night to clean the spunk from her well used
pussy. I also had to suck the spunk from her ass. I think this disgusted
some of those present but I was in heaven.
The party broke up in the early hours of Saturday morning. Bob was the last
to leave, and he warned that they would all be back again on Saturday night
with some new guests too. He said to let Julia sleep through the day but to
get her ready for that evening. I said I would. He also told me to get the
house cleaned up too.
Julia didn't wake up till early afternoon. She had some breakfast and went
back to bed. I let her sleep.
Saturday night was like a rerun of the previous night except that there was
more men - about thirty in total. Again I didn't know all of them. It was
also a milestone for me as it was the first time I sucked another man's cock.
Sunday night was easier. There were only eight guests. I think the men were
getting tired! Julia took it all in her stride though. She had complained
that after Saturday she couldn't feel much in her cunt.
When everyone had left on Sunday and we'd gone to bed, I went down on her
for the last time that night. I couldn't believe how loose she was. Once she
had had a really tight little hole and now it was a gaping cavern. As I
licked at her I realized that she had fallen asleep. I suddenly had the urge
to put my rampant little penis into that gaping hole. I knelt between her
thighs and lowered myself onto her. I looked down to see where my penis was
in relation to her hole and was shocked to see that I was already inside
her. I hadn't felt a thing. I found I could move my cock around in circles
with room to spare. This was incredible. I tried moving in and out but my
cock had nothing to rub against so I just ran it around in circles.
It was tremendously exciting to me to know that my wife had been stretched
so much that I couldn't feel anything when I fucked her. Eventually I found
it was best if I just held my penis at the base and moved back and forward.
Basically I was just wanking myself off inside her hole. I shot my load into
her and while she still slept I got down and cleaned her out again with my
tongue.
****************
The following week was tame in comparison to the weekend. I got a lot of
shit at work, firstly about Julia being the office slut and then about me
wearing ladies underwear. I had to lower my trousers in the office to show
my lacy knickers in front of everyone - there were three girls present as
well, and they all had a good laugh at me.
Julia was very tired that week and didn't go out at all. Mike came around
Wednesday evening, and Julia sucked him off while I watched. He said he had
a surprise for me at the weekend. Julia smiled knowingly but they w
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From: Tommy@f26.n340.z1.fidonet.org
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: THC: Guy shares his wife with a friend
Date: Sun, 04 Aug 96 02:01:26 -0700
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Note:
This one was written at the request of a very special lady. Besides
the giving me the basic scenario, she wanted me to make it more explicit -
"less talk, more sex."
I found that writing someone else's fantasy is a *lot* harder than writing
up your own; I also found that choreographing an extended sex scene gets
*much* harder as you add people.
Despite the difficulties, I enjoyed writing it. I hope that she, and the
rest of you, enjoy reading it.
Javahead
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"Taking Chances"
by
Javahead
"Tell me a story," she said.
"What sort? Do you have anything in particular in mind."
"N-no - just make it *hot*. I want something to turn me on."
Friends that only know my wife's demure public face wouldn't
recognize the foul-mouthed wanton of our bedroom. The same woman
who blushes at an off-color joke told by a girlfriend critiques
my stories - and her most common complaint is "too much talk -
not enough fucking."
"Mmm. . . How about making love outdoors? Or in the back seat of
the car, like when we were dating? Or you as a stripper? Maybe,
you as a porno actress? I could really get off watching you make
love on screen-"
I dodged as she made mock try to hit me.
"Or maybe having sex in the back of a limo? Do you want me to go
on?"
"I want you to come *in*. Right now!"
*Something* I said had excited her - she was wet enough that my
first thrust slid smoothly in. When I felt her ankles lock in
place behind my knees, I fell into her rhythm with the ease of
long practice. I reminded myself how lucky I really am - even
after a few years of marriage, she still excites me more than any
other woman I have known.
After a few minutes, as usual, she managed to gasp "Let me on
top."
Without pulling out, I rolled over till she was firmly seated in
her favorite position. Once she was settled in place, she took
control of the pacing, speeding up slightly. Her face was almost
agonized, pulled into a near-snarl.
A gasp escaped her when I slid a hand up to cup a breast. It
always amazes me how her breasts respond; her nipples are rather
large and erect easily. Right now, they were as large, and hard,
as the first joint of my index finger. She arched her back and
pushed her chest toward me as I gently tugged and squeezed them.
She was aroused as I had ever seen her.
At first, I thought she was just gasping, but I began to make out
chanted words.
"- want to - watch me - fuck another - man, huh? - What would -
you do - if you - found me - *fucking someone*?" Her voice had
risen throughout; the last two words were nearly shrieked.
I was too far gone for thought; my response was nearly automatic.
I cupped her ass firmly in both hands and began thrusting as hard
as I could.
"I'd wait - till he - finished and - jump on - and fuck - you as
- *hard as I could*."
With the last words, I could feel her tense and clench as her
orgasm started. Though I tried to hold back, I was too near the
edge myself; I thrust into her again and held her immobile, hands
digging into her ass, as mine began.
For a few minutes, we lay holding each other, my softening cock
still inside her. When she finally slid off, it was only far
enough to lay beside me with her head on my shoulder. There was a
long, comfortable, silence. I was unsure if she was still awake
till she spoke.
"Thinking about me fucking someone else really turns you on,
doesn't it?" Her tone was both amused and curious.
I thought for a moment before replying.
"Well - yes, I suppose it does."
"Why is that?" She sounded honestly curious now.
This time, I thought a lot longer, trying to make coherent sense
out of something I had always felt more than analyzed. She was
stirring impatiently before I started.
"Do you know how an X rated movie can turn you on?" (She nodded)
"You know how exciting it can be, watching absolute strangers
fucking on the screen? I've always thought you were the sexiest
woman I know - imagine how much it turns me on to think of you
spreading your legs, watching someone else's cock sliding into
your tight little cunt, someone else's mouth sucking one of those
tasty nipples . . ."
I broke off and stared guiltily at her. I was feeling both
embarrassed and more than a little aroused again.
Her return look was slightly mocking. She gave a wry smile and
shook her head.
"You *are* a strange man . . . Most men would be to jealous to
even consider it. Could you really handle it?"
I paused before replying.
"I . . . think so. As long as I knew you still loved me, and
were still coming back to me."
"What *would* make you angry, then?"
I thought carefully.
"Sneaking around. Leaving me. Not taking precautions and
getting some nasty disease."
She laughed. "Pretty easy conditions . . . You *are* strange.
How come I've never heard this before?"
I had to swallow a lump before replying.
"Because I was afraid of losing you. When I've got my fantasy
girl right next to me every night, the woman I most love in the
world . . . do you think I want to louse *that* up?"
Somehow, we were hugging each other tightly by the time I
finished. I let the tightness of her embrace push aside my fear.
Ripping open your soul and exposing your hidden fantasies is
never easy, and I was grateful for her comforting arms around me.
Even a moment this charged eases eventually; as I gradually
relaxed a question of my own formed.
"Why do you always ask for *my* fantasies? You're one of the
sexiest women I've ever known, you enjoy sex stories . . . but
you never tell me what turns *you* on."
She looked away for a moment, then back. Her reply was halting.
"I don't really have any particular fantasies. I just like to
listen to you, or read a story, or watch a movie . . . after a
while, I get hot."
She was blushing faintly by the time she finished.
"Any particular stories or movies? *Nothing* excites you more
than anything else? You never have any daydreams, or thoughts,
or images that really turn you on? I don't think I believe you."
She turned face down till all I could see was the top of her
head. When she spoke, I could barely hear her voice. It sounded
as if she were crying.
"Oh . . . damn you! What turns me on is thinking about you
watching me while I fuck! Satisfied? I think about you watching
from the closet, or maybe two of you together, taking turns . . .
And when you brought that up tonight I was so hot. God, I feel
like such a slut."
Her voice broke at the end. When she raised her face it was
streaked with tears. My comforting kiss was returned cautiously,
then eagerly. I felt myself responding almost immediately as she
began sliding her slick pussy up and down my leg.
This time, there was no subtlety or playfulness in our sex. This
wasn't lovemaking, this was two rutting animals trying to fuck
each other senseless. We had just enough strength left
afterwards to hold each other before sleep took us.
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Over the next several days, we had several long talks. We were
both relieved to find that our partner wasn't disgusted; at the
same time, we were both unsure how far we wanted to go.
As a fantasy, it was fine - we had some of our best sex while
discussing it - but the reality was tricky. As hot as it made
us, neither of us thought that going further would be worth it if
it broke us up, or hurt our pair bond. At the same, if it
*wouldn't* break us up we both were willing to try. We finally
ended up making a list of all our concerns and requirements for
going further.
First, we both agreed that long-term commitments were out.
Friends, occasional playmates, yes, but our marriage came first.
Just as importance was safe sex. With all the diseases out
there, only a fool would take chances. Any sex would be with
low-risk partners, and condoms would *always* be used.
And finally, we both felt more comfortable knowing that our
partner was present, or at least nearby. If we couldn't be
together, we didn't want to do it at all. For both of us, a good
deal of the excitement was the voyeuristic charge of performing
for a loving audience.
The hard part was finding playmates.
In stories, it's always easy; swing partners crop up out of
nowhere. In practice, it's never that easy. Consider our
requirements - we needed someone or ones that we could trust, who
were healthy, attractive, available, and *discreet*. If we were
hooked into the swinging lifestyle, it would probably have been
easier, but we didn't know anybody who was; or, possibly, who was
willing to talk about it.
Swinger's contact magazines are out there, and we looked at some
- the variety of advertisers was eye-opening - but neither one of
us felt comfortable with replying to an ad; it seemed too
calculated, and cold. Swinger's party houses, in the same
magazines, were out for the same reason - we both wanted to get
to know a potential bedmate before deciding. We had been
hesitating for months when Rich called to let me know he was
going to be in town. Suddenly, it all fell into place.
Rich was an old college buddy of mine. Since leaving college, we
only see each other occasionally, perhaps once or twice a year,
but we made a point of staying in contact. Best of all, he and
Tam already had a well established flirtation; I'm quite certain
that if Tam and I had not been married he would have long since
have asked her out. Our only problem would be making the
approach.
I waited till after dinner, the first night after he had arrived.
A good meal, and a bottle of good wine, had left us all feeling
relaxed. When Tam left the room for a moment, I took advantage
of the opportunity.
Unfortunately, Emily Post never addressed the problem of how to
politely ask "Would you like to join the two of us in our bedroom
and spend the night fucking like bunnies?" Though I tried my
best, I felt *extremely* awkward.
"Are you *serious*? Tam wants me to *make love* with her, while
you *watch*? Are you crazy? Or am I?" Unsurprisingly, he looked
rather stunned.
"Yes, we're serious. Shocked?"
"Yeah. I *was* right - you're both crazy."
"But would you like to do it?"
"Damn straight - think I'll miss a chance like this? Man, I've
been envying you for the last few years!" He was still shaking
his head in disbelief when Tam came back.
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It was an odd, hesitant, feeling. We all knew that we were going
to go into the bedroom and make love. No, that's too nice - we
all knew that we were going to go into the bedroom and fuck
ourselves silly.
It was just that until we took that first step we weren't really
*committed* - we could still back out without too many hurt
feelings. At the same time, we both wanted to go forward - if the
other was ready. Sensing our indecision, Rich stayed studiously
casual, letting us make the first move.
I glanced at my wife. She looked scared, but also excited. When
I nodded questioningly in the direction of the bedroom, she
hesitated, then bobbed her head firmly. I stood up, and took her
hand. As we walked past, she reached back with her free hand to
pull Rich along.
Once in the bedroom, Tam began unbuttoning her blouse
immediately, as if to prevent second thoughts. Her skirt fell to
join it. She blushed slightly, but unhooked her bra and
discarded just as rapidly. Now she *did* blush, but slid her
panties off without slowing. Still blushing, she squared her
shoulders and gave us an impish grin.
"Like what you see, gentlemen?" Her voice was more nervous than
sultry. Rather than detracting from her appeal, her shyness
added to it.
Except for her doctor, I was the only man who had ever seen her
naked; despite her fantasies, and her happy enthusiasm in
lovemaking, the only man she had ever had. And now, shyness and
all, she was planning on taking another man into her bed - her
body - while I watched. Despite my own last-minute jitters, I
was powerfully aroused.
I looked at her, trying to see her as our guest must. She *was*
lovely. Short, slender, but rounded. Small, firm breasts tipped
with dark, erect nipples. A trimmed pubic patch that neatly
framed her pouting cunt. Even across the room, her labia
appeared puffy and glistening, and the musky smell of an aroused
woman scented the air.
I glanced at Rich. His attention was concentrated enough to
suggest that he was trying to memorize every line, every detail,
of her body. Tam held out her hand towards us, but Rich stood
frozen until she took his hand once more and led him closer to
the bed.
After the first step, he seemed in control of himself once more.
When he reached the side of the bed he gently pulled his hand
from hers, and began to unbutton his shirt. Once he saw how
closely Tam's eyes were following his hands, he slowed, his
movements becoming wider and rather theatrical.
Since they were preoccupied with one another, I began undressing
myself. The sexual tension in the room, and Tam's obvious
arousal, had affected me also; though I hadn't noticed it till
now, my cock was already erect and hard.
Even though he had started first, Rich's deliberate pace had him
just unbuckling his belt as I put my clothes away. Tam seemed to
enjoy the view so far. He gave me a grin as I walked up behind
Tam and hugged her; it widened as she pushed her bare bottom back
against my erect cock and wiggled it.
"Can't wait?"
The question could have been to either of us, but I answered.
"Just giving you some incentive to hurry. Wouldn't you like to
do this?"
As I spoke, I cupped a breast and ran my thumb across the erect
nipple. Tam leaned back against me, allowing my other hand to
cup her mound. She moaned as I ran a finger up her slit; again,
and louder, as I released her and stepped back.
Rich laughed, and abandoned his teasing, sliding his pants and
boxers down together. My laugh joined his Tam gasped.
Though I'm not short of body hair, Rich has a near pelt, and his
dense pubic patch only thinned out slightly before merging with
it. My cock is of average length and thickness, with a slight
upward curve when erect. Unsurprisingly, he was as turned on as
Tam and I, so I could note his was a bit shorter, but it was also
a little thicker, standing almost straight out from his body. It
gave a slight jump when Tam timidly stroked it.
When she stepped closer to him, he met her half way, bending to
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kiss her. When her arms went around his neck, he pulled her
close. Despite myself, I felt a pang of jealousy when his hands
gently kneaded her naked ass.
Without letting go, his hands slid lower and cupped her bottom,
pulling her off the ground and carrying her to the bed. For a
moment, I though that he would plunge straight in; instead, he
slid a little lower and began to slowly massage and nurse on her
tits.
I lay down on Tam's other side, propping myself up on an elbow to
watch them. I slid my free hand down to cup Tam's wet pussy; she
gave a delighted shudder when I slid a finger inside her. I gave
her a smile before moving a bit further back.
Contrary to my first thought, Rich was in no particular hurry.
After a couple of tip-of-tongue flicks to Tam's nipples (she
giggled), he backed off a little and began running his hands
gently up and down her body. To her frustration, he paid no more
attention to her breasts or cunt than he did the rest; it seemed
that he was intent on memorizing every feature before moving on.
Finally, her patience broke; she took his hand and placed it
firmly on her sex. He gave her an devilish grin, cupped her
mound briefly, and drew her into another lingering kiss.
When he finally released her, she took command; pushing him over
onto his back, she got a condom from the bedside table and opened
the packet. Her crisp efficiency faltered for a moment when she
started to roll it on him; after all, this was only the second
penis she had handled in her life. With a visible effort, she
calmed herself and finished rolling it on.
I had expected her to mount him, but instead she moved between
the two of us, rolling onto her back and spreading her legs. The
invitation was unmistakable, and Rich rolled over and kneeled
between her legs. Though her eyes were on him, her hand snaked
over and grasped mine. I gave her a little squeeze of
reassurance and let my attention follow hers.
With one hand, Rich had gently spread her swollen labia; the head
of his latex-sheathed cock was resting on the wet pink of her
inner cunt. After a breathless moment, he began to move it in. A
storm of emotions - envy, a pang of jealousy, sheer lust - went
through me as he began to slide his cock into Tam. Her lips
spread a bit further, then began to stretch until the head was
fully inside; then the rest of his cock began to disappear.
Moments later, his pubic tangle meshed with Tam's neat patch as
he buried his full length in my wife's cunt.
Their faces were a striking contrast; he looked determined,
serious, and somewhat concerned, as if afraid of moving too fast.
Tam appeared to be transported; her eyes were half-closed and her
breathing had speeded up.
"Please . . . faster." I could barely hear her, but Rich speeded
up immediately, his second and third strokes coming faster and
more firmly. From the way he was pounding into her, I doubted
that he'd last long, but it seemed to be what she wanted; she was
matching him thrust for thrust.
It was the most erotic sight I had ever seen: our friend's thick
cock sliding wetly in and out of my wife's tight cunt, plumbing
depths that only I had ever explored before. He surprised me;
rather than coming almost immediately, he managed to keep himself
under control for several minutes, long enough for both of them
to build up a sheen of sweat. But despite his intentions, when
Tam locked her feet behind his butt he couldn't hold back any
longer; he came with a half-triumphant, half- frustrated bellow.
Tam whimpered when he withdrew, but it was needless; almost
before he was out of the way I was on her, thrusting my own cock
into her just-emptied cunt. Though I sometimes dislike them, I
was glad of the condom I was wearing tonight; without it I might
have come at once.
Despite the thorough fucking that Rich had just given her, Tam
hadn't come yet - she seldom does unless she's on top. He had
taken her to the edge, though; only a couple of minutes after I
entered her I felt her body tighten with anticipation. As her
orgasm hit, I relaxed and let mine rise to join with it; I was
dimly aware that we were both screaming with the joy? agony? of
release.
For a while, we all lay in an exhausted heap on the bed. Sooner
than I would have expected, we began to revive.
After the first time, much of the evening passed in a sex-
flavored blur; only a few disjointed images remaining clear.
Image: Tam riding Rich while she and I exchange a passionate
kiss.
Image: Tam alternating back and forth between our cocks, sucking
each in turn.
Image: Fucking Tam doggy-style, pounding in as hard as I could
while she sucked Rich's cock.
Things like order, and how many times each of us came, I don't
know. The only other clear memory of the night was the last time
- Tam living out a scene from one of her favorite tapes.
"You want *what*?" I wasn't sure I had heard correctly.
"I want you in my ass and him in my cunt. Please?"
I looked at her worriedly. "Can you? Not will you, but *can*
you?"
"I . . . think I can. I *will*. Please . . ." She let it trail
off.
Despite my doubts, I was ready. With the aid of plenty of
lubricant, I managed to slide my condom-wrapped cock through her
tight anal sphincter, doing my best to ignore her muffled
whimpers. Once the head was in, it was less of a struggle, but I
still took it as gently as I could, pushing slowly in till I was
fully ensheathed.
I gave her a few seconds to adjust to the fullness before slowly
rolling over on my back, taking her with me. I felt her legs
spread, and his knees press down on the bed outside my own. A
moment later, I felt his cock sliding into her.
I let them find their own pace before beginning to thrust; with
both their weights on top of me, I couldn't move too much anyhow.
I could feel his cock sliding back and forth, separated from mine
by only a thin membrane, and feel his balls slapping against
mine. Gradually, I joined in. Without a word being passed, he
and I began to move in unison; each time we thrust I could hear a
little groan/whine escape from Tam's lips. Under my hands, her
nipples were like little pebbles.
This time, it was easier than normal to tell when Tam's orgasm
hit; her sphincter tightened so much that I couldn't move. A
second or so later, Rich's shudder announced that he, too, had
climaxed. I moaned with frustration; I was close myself, but
unable to move. Even when he withdrew, Tam's asshole held me
immobile.
Soon, though, the tension eased. I rolled her over on her stomach
and began thrusting in earnest. After only a few strokes, I
erupted in my strongest orgasm of the night.
It was also my final orgasm of the night. I was totally spent.
Somehow, I remained conscious enough to pull out, but I was
moving like an automaton as I discarded the condom and cleaned
myself. Tam just lay where she was, barely enough energy left to
roll over onto her back; the lips of her half-open pussy looked
swollen and bruised. Rich bent to give Tam a kiss before
stumbling down the hall in the direction of the guest room. I
barely remember pulling one of the discarded blankets up to cover
us before collapsing.
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"Would you do it again?" I asked her.
Tam's reply was slow and thoughtful. "I'm not sure. I . . .
don't think I could take it on a regular basis."
"Sorry we did it?"
"Well . . . No. Never! I worked out most of my fantasies that
night."
"Only most?" I teased.
"Honey, I don't think I'd *survive* a gang-bang!"
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Subject: A new (true) story (wife watching )
Date: Mon, 29 Sep 1997 00:00:00 GMT
From: stevel@netropolis.net (T&S)
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Hi all ....
Many of you may have seen our posts before. Most of our stories have
been written by my wife Terri, and a couple by me (Steve) We usually
get a lot of replies when we post a story, and try to answer each and
every one. We are a real couple, and the experinces we write about
and post are real. There are a lot of very fine fictional stories,
and fantasy's posted in this news group, so not to take away from
them, but we feel there are MANY others out there like us who love the
"REAL" stories of people's sexual adventures. NOT, stories like you
find in "Penthouse, Hustler, Gallery, or Genesis"; but real stories
about real couple's (or singles) adventures; and that is why we post.
We also feel that a lot of people (men & women) love hearing the
"woman's point of view" in these stories, so that is why my wife
writes, and posts most of them (with my help) .... but for this story
"I" wanted to be the writer/poster ..... so here it is!!
I entitled this "A new (true) story (wife watching)" ; because it has
be a while since either of us has written something new, or even had a
new adventure to post!!! The last new thing I think either of us
posted was about a "date" with a friend my wife had, but that was some
time ago. In real life, sexual adventures don't happen every day or
even week or month; but when they do happen ... that is what makes
them real adventures ( our opinion ). Of course as I write this; my
wife is here, and making sure I get all the details correct; so in a
way you are getting a female's "view" on our adventure as well as my
own "male" perspective. The only other thing I have to say as I
ramble on is that neither of us are professional writers, and I am a
terrible speller ( although my wife trys to step in and correct); so
please be induldgent of my/our writting!!! O.K. ........ now the
STORY!!!
Our latest adventure happened only a couple of weekends ago. It had
been a while since both time and finances had allowed us the chance to
really go out and have fun, so when that chance came, we grabbed it.
As it turned out; we were able to send our two daughters off to my
parents house for a weekend, and neither my wife or I had to work, so
we made plans!!! Our plans we basic; we wanted to have fun!!!!! We
didn't plan on whether we were intending to "pick-up" or be
"picked-up" by another couple, or single male or female .... all we
were really planning on was "trying" ..... and having a good time!!!!!
On Friday night ( after sending the kids to the grandparents ) we
both got ready to go out. First we went to a nice quiet little place
to have dinner, and then off we went to our favorite "swinger's" spot
for a little dancing and ........ maybe more. WELL ..... much to our
disappointment .... the place seemed "dead" that night!!! We decided
to hang around a while anyway. There were a few couples there, and a
few single guys, but none that really appealed to either my wife or I.
It was sometime around 11pm, and we were just about to leave when a
very nice looking couple sat at our table. We all seemed to hit it
off right away!!! Anyone who is in this "lifestyle" can tell you that
nine times out of ten, you can pretty much tell if another couple is
going to be "fun" or not after only a few minutes of everyone being
together ........ this was one of those times!!!!!!! There were no
uncomfortable quiet periods, and I got along with the other man as
well as Terri got along with the other woman, and his wife got along
with me as well as he got along with Terri !!!! Sound complicated?
Well ..... again .... as anyone in this lifestyle can tell you ... if
they tell the truth ...... think about how hard it is/was when you
were single to date .... then multiply that times two!!!! hahahaha!!
At any rate .... we all four got along great!!!
What seemed like a total loss for the night was suddenly turning
interesting!! Each of us danced with our own spouse, and each with
the other's spouce, and sometime three of us danced, and sometimes all
four!!! In between dances we all talked about what we were all
"into". Of course we all loved foursomes, and of course both of us
men agreed that we loved threesomes with another "bi-fem", but the
wild thing was that we all also agreed that we ALL loved threesomes
with another man .... you know MFM ..... and that does tend to be a
bit unusual among swingers!!!
Seems that a LOT of men will "CALL" themselves (and their wives)
"swingers" ..... when what they really want is to watch and be part of
a female-male-female threesome ....
I GUESS .... their EGO .... just can't handle seeing another man make
"THEIR WOMAN" scream with pleasure!!!!!!!!! WELL .... thank god
neither my wife nor I feel that way .... and neither did Mark or Kim.
(The other couple's names) .......
At any rate, I think all four of us expected to end up in bed that
night, but we were also all four having so much fun that we ended up
closing the club down!!!!!
The bad thing was that Mark had to get up early the next morning to
catch a flight to Dallas for a Saturday business meeting, and he
wouldn't be home till Monday night!!! SOOOOOOOOOOO ....
At around 2:30AM ... we traded phone numbers, and all headed our
seperate ways!!!! Not to say that sex that night between Terri and I
wasn't hot ..... because it was!!!!!!!!!!! Thoughts of Mark & Kim
were on both our minds as we screwed ourselves silly !!!!!
The next day (Saturday) Kim called. It ended up with her & I talking
on the phone, because Terri was busy with her hobby ( dog training )
so Kim & I talked for a couple of hours. To make a long story short,
Kim had more than noticed that I seemed to be a lot like her own
husband; Mark, and it turned her on to find another couple so much
like themselves. What I mean to say is that she was hot because she
saw so much of themselves in us!!! They both loved fucking other
couples ..... and Kim was "Bi" so they loved female-male-female
threesomes, but the one thing they both loved most was Mark watching
and joining in as they had a male-female-male threesome ..... or even
watching (and eventually) joining in as Kim was with two ...three ...
or more men!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh .... do you call that a
"Gang-Bang"? <smiles> At any rate, Kim & I hit it off wonderfully on
the phone, and we BOTH came up with a HOT plan for the evening!!
AT THIS POINT ...... I HOPE I HAVEN"T LOST YOU BECAUSE OF THE LACK OF
GRAPHIC SEX ....... BUT I CAN ASSURE YOU THAT ....... THAT IS ABOUT
WHAT IS TO COME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ANYWAY ...... AS I SAID ....... Kim & I made plans for that
evening!!!!! To this day, I'm still not sure if Kim & Mark set it all
up this way, but I kinda feel like they did ........What I mean is ...
Kim kept telling me how much like Mark I was/am .... and when Mark had
to go out of town ,,,,, and Kim called the next day, and she and I set
up the plans we did ..... it sounded all too much like EXACTLY what I
would have done in Marks place!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
O.K. !!!!!!!!!! SO NOW ... ON WITH THE STORY ......
Our "plan" you will understand; As I tell the rest of the story ....
Saturday evening arrived ...... I told Terri that we were going to
Mark & Kim's to "relax" and have fun. Of course Terri was game.
We arrived around 7pm. Kim greeted us at the door wearing a swim
suit. Nothing to revealing; just an average bikini. SHe had told us
to bring our swim-stuff, because we were going to all relax in their
hot tub. Terri and I changed clothes, and soon the three of us were
in the hot tub. A couple of strong/but relaxing drinks later the
doorbell rang. Kim got up (winking at me) and said that it must be
some friends of her's. She came back a few minutes later with Derek,
and Greg. ......... Of course I knew who they were from our telephone
discussion earlier, but Terri was a bit suprised!!!!!! Derek was a
very handsome black man in his mid twenties, and Greg was an equally
handsome white man in his late twenties or early thirties. Both were
"friends" of Kim and Mark's. There were introductions all around, and
then Derek, and Greg changed into their swim suits, and joined the
three of us in the hot tub HUMMMMMM .... nice arrangement ....
Terri & Derek & Greg sitting on one side of the tub, and Kim & I
sitting on the other side. I can say one thing ...... Terri did seem
to take it all in stride ..... and with a smile!!!!!
The drinks flowed, and the hot tub warmed more than our bodies.
I guess it was Kim who really started things off. We had all been
talking and laughing and joking ..... and then came a few minutes of
quiet. Durning that quiet; Kim & I started kissing. The next thing I
know; I look up, and Terri is having a very hard time deciding who to
kiss longer or harder ...... Derek or Greg!!!!! All I know is that at
this point I am having a hard time myself as Kim's tongue is sliding
around inside my mouth, and her hand is firmly grasping my hard cock
inside my swim trunks!!!!!
Phase II ...... AGAIN ..... at Kim's urging .... we all get out of the
tub, and head toward the bedroom. Kim and I are arm-in-arm and Terri
and Derek and Greg are ALL arm-in-arm-in-arm-in-arm .... as we head
inside!!!!! Once inside; things seemed to just take their natural
course!!!! Kim guided me toward a loveseat at the end of the bedroom,
as Derek & Greg guided Terri to the bed!!! I guess next ...... was a
blur of swim suits being removed!!!!! <<smiles>> Then, Kim & I were
firmly planted in our love seat .... as the "show" started !!!
My arm was around kim ..... my hand FIRMLY gripping a tit/nipple ...
and one of her hands was just as FIRMLY gripping my cock as we
stroked each other and watched ..................................
Derek ... Terri ... and Greg ... were all naked, and entertwined in
deep kissing. One man stood behind Terri, and the other in front.
Both of their cocks were hard, and both were very very well endowed!!!
NOW ...... I can & will say that the "endowment" of both men is NOT to
make this story sound better .............. !!!!! If you will
remember from earlier, I told you that one of the things that turned
KIM on a lot was how much Mark and I seemed to be like each other, and
part of that "likeness" was that we both loved seeing our wives with
well-hung men ............ ALSO ..... in case you haven't figured out
by now ........ Kim ... KINDA DID ARRANGE ... the the two studs who
would join us that night .......... two "friends" of her's and Mark's,
So she knew ......... what she was doing!!!
Derek ... Terri ... and Greg ... were all naked & kissing ....... I
could see that Terri was EXTREMELY turned on!!!!! Her nipples are very
big anyway, but tonight they seemed to stand out a mile ahead of her
tits!!!!!!! She took one look at me, and seeing that Kim had me
"well-in hand" so to speak, she gave herself totally to the two men
now trying to seduce her total body!!! All I could do was lay back
and enjoy, as Kim's hand stroked me, and I watched. KIM KNEW EXACTLY
WHAT SHE WAS DOING!!!!!!!!!!!
I watched as the two men helped Terri to her knees .... not that she
even needed any helping!!!!!!!!! They both faced her, and she
proceeded to suck their cocks. I'd never seen her so turned on!!!
She couldn't seem to decide which cock to suck first, or which cock to
suck longer, or whether to suck one then the other, or both at the
same time!!!!!!!!!!! WHAT CHOICES!!!!! She did the best she could,
and both men must have loved it, because both were soon groaning, and
telling her how great she "sucked-cock"!!!!! All the while ... Kim
was stroking me hard, and whispering to me that my wife was having a
great time, and wasn't I turned on??? YES I WAS .......... I was so
turned on that I groaned and started shooting cum in the air, and all
over Kim & I. Kim never missed a beat, she just kept telling me to
"cum" and "enjoy the show". When I was in my twenties, and early
thirties; my cock would have stayed hard forever, but now ..... I
usually get somewhat "soft" then work back to "hard" .... tonight ...
I STAYED HARD !!!!! After I came ,,,,,,,,,, Kim licked up every drop,
and then sighed that she was "glad I came so fast" , because now we
could "take our time" !!!!!
Once again Kim stroked me slowly, but firmly!!!!! I think she likd
being in control .... whe she wasn't the "object" of the sex going on!
Tonight she like being in control over me, as she watch with me ....
my wife being ravished by these two studs!!!!!
Terri seemed to know which man could/would last longer ... so as Derek
started moaning loudly, she stopped sucking on Greg, and just stroked
him as she sucked HARD on Derek!!!!! Derek's thick black cock pulsed
and started shooting his load into Terri's mouth!!!!! All the while
she was still stroking Greg's cock fast & hard ..... and Kim was again
stroking my cock fast & hard. Derek fucked Terri's mouth and came!!!!
Thank goodness I had already cum once, or I would have been shooting
cum through the roof of Kim's house ..... as I watched Dereks thick
back cock pump cum into Terri's mouth!!!!! All the while Kim kept
telling me to "watch my slut wife" !!!!! GREG WAS READY TO FUCK!!!
He pushed Terri to her knees on the bed, and then started fucking her
"doggie-style"!!! Greg had huge balls, and as he fucked Terri, you
could hear his balls slapping her ass & clit!!!!!!!!! Terri was
maoning LOUDLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Kim mounted my hard cock ..... her back
to me, as she sat down on me, grinding herself fully onto my cock!!!!!
She told me to "grab her tit's" AND "fuck her deep" as we continued to
watch. It was all I could take to hold back!!!!!!!!!!!! As Terri
neared a tremendous orgasm ........ she screamed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Greg was fucking her from behind ..... slamming into her, his balls
slapping her loudly .......... he had ahold of her hair, and he was
yelling loudly to her ...... "YES SLUT" .....
"YOU LIKE TO BE FUCKED LIKE AN ANIMAL" ....
"DON'T YOU?"
ALL Terri could do was ride his wild thrusts, and grunt, and groan ..
"YES... YES...YES... FUCK ME LIKE AN ANIMAL!!!!!"
THEY BOTH CAME HARD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I don't know if I have EVER seen Terri cum that hard before!!!!!
She couldn't seem to stop ..... and Greg even had to push her off of
him as he ended his own orgasm !!!!! I SHOT A HUGE LOAD INTO KIM AS
SHE GROUND HER BUTT INTO ME ......... AND WE BOTH WATCHED!!!
Everything seemed to turn black for a minute or two ..... and then I
was alone on the loveseat!!!!! Even though Greg had just cum, he was
now fucking Kiim like mad ......... she was on top of him ..... and
rode him wildly!!!!!!!!!!! Derek ................ he had not cum once
yet .............. he mounted Terri, she sighed, and spread wide for
him .................... I was now jerking my cock to hardness again,
as I watched!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I have no idea what Greg or Kim did from that point ....... they could
have been playing checkers for all I know!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My focus was
now solely on Derek & Terri !!!!! After two very intense orgasms,
Terri seemed contented to do nothing more than please Derek.
She was spread wide .... on her back ...... Derek pumping away on top
of her ...............! His big black cock .........
(and I know you've heard that one) was pumping into her with smooth,
steady strokes!!! I could tell from her initial body movements that
all she really wanted to do was get Derek off ...... but as that cock
of his pumped into her ....... her body movements took on a slight
change!!!!!!!!! Soon she was grinding herself back into him ........
AND I saw for the first time that I know of ...... she came .......
for the third time in one night ...... and not only that ,,,,,,,,!!!!
BUT
She had her first multiple-orgasm .........EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jumping ahead ........ we talked about it later ...... and I'll tell
you what she said .... but first ..... let's finish the story!!!!!
All four of them finally settled down!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All had cum ...
Derek & Greg got dressed, and as Terri & Kim still lay naked and
fucked on the bed ..... "I" escorted the two men out. NOW ...
I'm not stupid ......... I know Terri enjoyed Greg's cock .....
but man .... you had to be there to see her and Derek!!!!!!
BEFORE I GO ON .... and YES ... there is more hot stuff comming!!!!
I KNOW .......... LET ME SAY AGAIN .... I KNOW .... there are many
many many many men out there who could NEVER handle what I have said,
or am about to say,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, BUT ,,,,,,,,,,,, "I KNOW" how much
Terri & I love each other .... and ... "I KNOW" ... that "I" can make
her cum ANYTIME I CHOOSE ..... and SHE AGREES .......
(that was for the women readers)
SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO ..... WHY?????????
Should I get my feeling hurt, or my balls in an noose if she gets off
on a cock she finds "physically" better than mine .......
"I" have her HEART ... and she "has mine" ..... that's what really
counts!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! .................. Think about all the times
you've wanted to give someone the "perfect" gift ...... if you love
them, then .............. Well again .... I get this feeling that
only the women readers will really understand where I am comming from,
and .... like it .............
Hot Stuff ....
As I said ..... I escorted Greg & Derek out .... after exchanging home
phone numbers with Derek ..... THEN I joined the two women on the
bed!! NO ..... my reward was not just licking both of them clean ....
although I did do that ......... my reward was also being sandwiched
between the two as they both showed their love for my understanding!!!
HUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM ........
OK ..... laugh your ass off ..... those who don't understand ....
but it's kinda like .......
Dance with my gal all night long ..... I'M the one who goes home with
her .......
Same thing here ..... fuck my wife silly .... she enjoys .... I enjoy,
but it is "I" who spend my life with her, and a lifetime of memories!
Mark agrees ........ he wasn't there that night ..... a couple of
weekends ago ...... but he knew EXACTLY what was happening,
and approved ..... just as I would have ......... he's smiling a big
smile too ....... because he has Kim .... I have Terri .... we all
have each other .... we all have others ....... ect ... ect ... ect ..
Tell us who is luckier?????
Luv;
Terri .... Steve ....
Mark .... Kim ....
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