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This is a story that was written about my wife by another guy on the 
net.
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This is a story by a guy who really knows how to make April hot! This 
particular piece of literature is a bit submissive for our taste, but 
his writing is absolutely first rate and we both enjoyed it immensely. 
He's recently written a second story that is as breathtaking as April 
herself! We will soon post it as well. Check back for more stories 
about April.

In the mean time enjoy this sordid tale of my wonderful, beloved wife.

Hugo

To: koupleinlove@hotmail.com
Subject: My night with April...
Date: Sun, 28 Feb 1999 10:28:01 PST
Dear Hugo,

I would like to thank you for the night you allowed me to spend with your 
beautiful wife, April. I thought that by thanking you in this way I could 
also tell you some of the sensual, passionate and sexy things we got up to.
I have therefore decided to write an account of our night together for you
to enjoy.

First of all, when I read your posting I couldn't believe it. This was 
surely a wind up? I remember my heart pounding in my chest and my cock 
throbbing in my pants as I read your reply. Boy, was I lucky! After 
considering my letter you had agreed to allow me to entertain April for 
the evening.

The day approached and I became more nervous, but also more excited. I like
to be clean, and I like to take care of my body. Usually I spend a few hours
in the gym lifting weights each week to the point where I have a solid 
muscular chest, nice biceps, firm thighs and an ass that certainly attracts
female attention. However, I knew I had to do my best for April, to make an
extra special effort for this sexy woman. I spent a few more hours in the 
gym in the weeks before our meeting, just to make sure that when she finally
touched my body, she would be happy.

I began to prepare for the night ahead. I took my time to shave and shower,
running my soapy hands over my muscular frame as I did so. I was so high on
adrenaline and the thoughts of our night together that it was hard to resist
the urge to masturbate right then and there in the shower. But no, I knew I
had to save my passion and cum for your vixen of a wife if your description
of her was anything to go by.

I finished my shower, dried and put on a new pair of purple silk boxer 
shorts. They say that colours are supposed to signify different events 
and emotions. Purple is the colour to symbolise "loss of virginity" and 
that is just how I felt. Like a virgin, about to be touched by another 
man's wife for the very first time. I guess that title was too racy even 
for Madonna. I thought my choice of colour appropriate as I slid the soft 
silk up my thighs and over my cock and balls.

Next I wore a pair of black silk socks. Hugo Boss - only the best for a 
woman as sensuous as April. A grey Pierre Cardin shirt, Black Moschino 
trousers and jacket were all in turn put on as the hour approached. Rounded
off by some French after shave, "Opium pour homme".

I wondered what she was thinking right now. I could imagine you picking out
her clothes to wear, but what would they be? What colours would you choose?
What material? Would April actually like me when we met and treat me to 
feeling her lithe sexy body through the fabric, or would she smile that 
cruel, sexy smile you told me about, laugh and tell me to go home and jack
myself off. I really hoped the latter would not happen, as I know I would 
be sore for a week if I had to jack off thinking about her - what man could
refuse such a request from such a beautiful lady? A lady who not only 
captures men's hearts and cocks with her looks, but also with her mind?

I wondered if you could resist her there in her lingerie, knowing she would
be telling you exactly what she had planned. Would you be testing her pussy
with you finger? Checking her to see how wet she was? Perhaps you would be
kissing her and making her tell you how wonderfully wanton and naughty she
was feeling.

One thing I knew for certain. You would be slipping her wedding ring on her
finger with a wicked glint in your eye, remembering the first time you did
so and she promised to "forsake all others". Was it possible that you were
as turned on as I was?

I arrived at the bar early. A man simply should not keep a goddess such as
April waiting. She deserves the best in life, and for this evening I was 
going to do my best to ensure she got just that.

I looked around the place, soaking up the atmosphere. Couples chatting in 
secluded booths, kissing, whispering sweet nothings into each others ears.
Hard male fingers wandering over soft female flesh, hidden from sight under
the tables. You could almost feel the sexual tension in the air.

Nervously I went to the bar and ordered a drink. Just an ice water for now,
I wanted to be fully in control of all my senses to fully appreciate April's
beauty when she arrived.

I heard the approach of a car outside as it pulled up to the kerb, could 
this be the moment?

Suddenly the world seemed to stop spinning. The room fell silent. Men 
looked in lust and bewilderment, women looked in envy. Could this be her?
Oh boy, you said she was good looking, but this really was too much. I 
felt the nerves at the bottom of my stomach tighten as my eyes wandered 
over her body. No one had to tell me this was April, it was just something
I felt, something I knew.

She was wearing a black dress, cut to mid thigh. Her long, shapely legs 
accentuated by the four inch heels she was wearing. Her legs were encased 
in the silken prison of… was she wearing pantyhose or stockings? I could 
not tell for sure, but I prayed I would get to find out before the night 
was over. Her long blonde hair ran over her shoulders like a golden crown 
on the head of a Roman goddess. As she saw me, her sexy mouth formed into 
a smile, and her teeth glinted in the neon light. But her eyes, oh her 
eyes. They sparkled like a fusion of sapphire and diamond, more rare and 
more beautiful than either of those precious stones. I knew by now that 
you were a very lucky man, and that just for tonight you were going to 
share some of your good fortune with me.

I knew we recognised each other, but had to be sure. She walked over to 
my table, and I stood up to greet her. Stood up in more ways than one. 
She flashed that smile of hers again, a smile I am sure you know only 
too well. Then she spoke the agreed phrase:

"Are you drinking coke?" she purred "I prefer Pepsi" I said, hoping that 
my voice would not betray the lust I was feeling "Why is that?" She 
teased, smiling more now, beginning to relax a little "Less sugar" I 
replied, smiling back at her but struggling to fight off being drowned by 
her beauty

I pulled her chair out, and she sat down, moving and bending just 
enough - I was sure I could see the tell tale straps of a garter belt 
under her tight dress, but could not be sure. Perhaps it was just wishful 
thinking? 

We started talking about every day things, just getting to know each 
other better. All the time I could feel other men's eyes upon us. I knew 
they were wishing it could be them and not me with your beautiful wife, 
but I wondered if their cocks were as hard as mine was. I felt it 
straining against the purple silk down below, hidden from sight.

We ordered a bottle of Champagne, after all, this was a special occasion. 
It isn't every day you get to spend time with another man's wife with her 
husband's horny approval. She wrapped her slim fingers around the glass, 
I am sure she was making a point of showing me her wedding ring. I am 
also sure the other men assumed she was my wife which added to their envy.
The way they were looking at her, I knew there would be more than one 
couple arguing tonight, and more than one man sleeping on the couch.

One man got up, leaving his partner and began to make his way to the 
bathroom. I watched him move, I watched his eyes. I don't know how he 
managed to find his way there, as all the time he was running them over 
your wife's body, drinking in her beauty as she was drinking in her 
champagne. I glanced at his crotch and saw the bulge there, and smiled. 
He saw me smile and looked away in embarrassment, we both knew why he had 
to go to the toilet; and bladder control had nothing to do with it.

I smiled at April, and she smiled back over the top of her glass. I 
looked at her fingers holding it, playing with it, toying with my glass 
as she toyed with my lust. It was almost as if she was saying to me "This 
is exactly how I will hold your cock". I couldn't say for sure, you will 
have to ask her that.

I was surprised at how well we got on, and that she told me she was 
happily married but just wanted a little bit of naughty fun. I knew this, 
but it was as if she was making sure. I know she must have had a few 
obsessive men in her life - how could she not with looks and personality 
like that? I just smiled and told her that I accepted the night as it 
was, a bit of fun and that was ok with me. That seemed to put her at ease.
You are so lucky to have a wife as loving as April, you really are.

We moved from the bar to the restaurant in a taxi cab. I held the door 
open for her, and helped her get in. She is a tall woman, and I loved 
watching her body move.

On the way there in the cab, we were hand in hand, she leaned over and 
kissed me softly on the lips - as if testing my reaction. What a kiss. 
Better than anything I could remember, heightened by the fact I knew she 
was another man's wife. I put my hand on her knee and started to caress 
her firm flesh through the silk. She felt wonderful. My senses were being 
bombarded by the combination of the way she looked, acted, talked and the
scent of her perfume. Delicate, yet feminine. I wondered if you had chosen
that too?

We got to the restaurant and were shown to our table. The maitre de 
trying hard to remain professional while April walked her sexy walk to 
the table. 

We ordered and ate. The looks of the men in the restaurant seeming 
somewhat familiar, and the sudden weak bladders of some of them betraying 
their lustful thoughts.

I watched her eat over the candle light. Everything she did was sexy. I 
didn't know how much longer I could last, anticipation welling up inside 
me like a depth charge, ready to explode at any minute. Some women have to
work at being sexy, for April, being sexy just flows from every fibre of 
her being. I was sure this was a dream, but one from which I did not wish 
to wake.

She held my hand over the table as we talked, caressing it lightly with 
her long red manicured nails. I slipped my foot out of the handmade 
English leather shoe it was wearing, and began to lightly rub my silk 
covered toes against her toned calf. Silk on silk, she smiled.

We talked, we giggled, we laughed, we had a wonderful time, and I must 
thank you for that Hugo. Thank you for allowing me to be with your 
goddess, thank you for allowing me to be the envy of every man we met 
that night, thank you for sharing your good fortune with me. We finished 
our meal, and she smiled at me. I asked her what she wanted to do next. 
She smiled, and said that the way a man moves determines how sexy she 
finds him. I knew that we had to go to a club, to dance if I was to avoid 
a night of jacking off alone, thinking about her.

We got to the club, and the doorman smiled, looking April up and down 
like a hungry hyena. For a woman as beautiful as April, well, it is 
different for her. We were ushered straight into the club, past the queue 
and it was then that I realised. This was April's world, the rest of us 
simply live in it.

We made our way to the dance floor, her hand in mine, smiling like two 
kids out late after the Senior Prom.

The music was pretty up beat to start with, and boy could she move. I 
watched, trying to concentrate on my own dancing whilst her body twisted 
and moved in time with the music. She was gorgeous, and rare, like a 
sheet of platinum a micron thick turning under the solar winds. April 
generated her own light, her own heat, her own elements designed to 
sustain the inhabitants of her world.

The night went on, our hands were all over each other, and the rest of 
the people in the club faded into non existence. It seemed like there 
were only three people in the world that night, me, April, and of course 
you. I kept wondering what you were doing, how you were preparing for 
her arrival back home. It just made me more horny.

I moved my hands from her hips down to her ass. It was sensuous and firm. 
I knew I was going to have wet dreams for years to come (if you will 
pardon the innuendo) from this dance alone. I moved behind her and started
to rub my hard cock against her through our clothes. She leant back, her 
golden hair tickling my nose, and brought her hands behind her back, 
feeling at my crotch. 

I felt her take each of my balls between her fingers and give them a 
playful squeeze, softly teasing my cock as if she was trying to get an 
idea of my size. I moved in front of her again, as we kissed passionately.
Our tongues alive in each others mouth as our hips danced their own dance 
together. She was sensual, powerful, and it was almost as if we were 
fucking on the dance floor.

I ran my hands up her thighs, and felt hers push me away "Not yet" she 
purred, teasing me with that wicked glint in her eye.

She told me it was now time to leave the club. We walked out arm in arm, 
and I asked her where she wanted to go next. 

"Take me to a hotel" she said, breathing the words at me through her sexy 
mouth.

We giggled as we checked in, the receptionist obviously uncomfortable with
our open intimacy.

April led me to the room, she walked up the stairs first, I drooled as I 
saw her ass swaying and giving just the slightest hint of a tiny g-string 
buried under her figure hugging dress. I wondered how wet that g-string 
was now, and whether I was going to find out, or if this was the final 
tease. One thing I learned about April is that she should never be taken 
for granted.

She threw me against the wall outside the door of the room, and gave me 
the longest, sexiest kiss I have ever had, her fingers running over my 
ass, seeing how firm it was. I hoped my extra hours in the gym had paid 
off. My fingers were on either side of her face, kissing her back for all 
I was worth. I'm sure Tom Cruise hadn't kissed Kelly McGillis this 
passionately in "Top Gun".

Next she virtually threw me against the door as I fumbled with the lock. 
The door opened as we both collapsed onto the floor. I was rolling around 
with her, hands and tongues all over each other . We finally rested with 
her on top of me, as I helped her undo the zipper on the back of her 
dress. Slowly I watched in anticipation and lust as more and more of 
April's firm soft skin came into view. I think she has the sexiest 
shoulders and arms, don't you agree?

The dress continued its path downwards as her voluptuous breasts came 
into view, framed in all their glory by a flimsy black lace bra. She 
stood up over me and wiggled as she slid the remainder of the dress 
from her hips. As I gazed upon her beauty I almost forgot to breathe. 

>From my point on the floor, looking up at this goddess towering above 
me as my deepest fantasy became flesh. She was standing there in her 
four inch heels, her stockings slipped over her never ending legs, 
running all the way to the skimpy black g-string she was almost wearing. 
Her blonde mane cascading over her shoulders, her lips wet with passion, 
her breasts heaving with excitement and her eyes sparking into the 
electrically charged atmosphere of sex and passion that the room added 
to.

She asked if I liked what I saw, I could only stutter out my response. 
I am sorry, but I don't remember what I said, only that she grinned at 
me as she began a slow, sexy dance in the room.

Pulling me to my feet, she moved over and sat on the bed, crossing her 
shapely legs and rocking the four inch heel from her sexy foot as she 
commanded me to undress for her.

I did so, slowly, watching her eyes devour me as my clothes joined her 
dress on the floor one by one. First I slipped off the jacket. The 
crumpling noise told me that the designer label has met the bland carpet 
of the hotel room.

Then I slowly undid my shirt, taking my time, wanting to give her as much 
pleasure from my strip as she had given me. Slowly the buttons became 
undone by my now trembling fingers. The fabric left my body, replaced by 
the feeling of the cool night air, I never took my eyes from hers, 
interested in what she found erotic. Trying to sense when her pussy was 
getting wetter than it already was, and wondering if that was possible. 
I could smell her sweet pussy from here, and boy did it smell good, the 
unmistakable scent of a beautiful woman aroused.

Gently I kicked off my shoes, and removed my socks.

Very slowly I undid my belt and unbuttoned the first button of my trousers.
I swayed my hips gently as I turned around, sliding the fabric from my 
body as my purple silk encased ass came into her view. All the time I was 
watching her eyes as best I could in the mirror in front of the bed. Oh, 
how thoughtful for the hotel to provide that.

I felt her hands on my ass from behind, running her smooth finger tips 
over the silk as she asked me to turn around for her. I did, and she 
smiled as she saw the straining bulge in my boxer shorts, wrapping her 
fingers around it as she looked into my eyes with that sexy yet naughty 
smile she has.

I don't know if you have ever seen that smile Hugo. Perhaps you have, 
perhaps she gives you the same smile as she caresses your cock when you 
are alone. Perhaps it was a new smile for her, new and naughty knowing 
that she is alone with a new man, and the fact that the cock in her hand 
did not belong to her husband, made all the more real by the fact that 
she was here with your blessing. I suppose we shall never know for sure.

"I want to see you" she purred, "I want to see your cock"

Slowly she slid my boxers shorts down and I stepped out of them. She 
looked at my cock for a while, her fingers rolling back my foreskin, 
gently tickling my balls with her nails, making my cock jump with lust.

"Do you like what you see?" I said.

I waited for her answer, nervous as a new born lamb.

"You have a beautiful little cock" she chuckled. "It is so cute!"

I must admit that "cute" was not a term I usually thought of when referring
to my cock, but I knew that my six and a half uncircumcised inches were not
as big as you, the cock she had been used to. She playfully twisted her 
wedding ring on her finger, as if to emphasise that she was used to a 
bigger cock. As she smiled, I was sure she was enjoying my humiliation, 
and reaffirming her love for you.

I sensed her pussy getting wetter as she kissed the tip of my "cute" cock 
and knew she was enjoying her power over me as she continued my humiliation
by cupping my balls in her hand as if to weigh them.

"Ummmm" she cooed "Such sweet little balls, are they full of cum for me?"

Deep down, I knew she was comparing my inferior size to yours, but this 
just heightened my arousal. She is such a goddess, and to be treated this 
way by her made me harder than I have ever been. I now realised that I was
just a plaything to her, used to spice up her happy life with you, but I 
felt honoured to be her toy for the night. I felt lucky, and I must thank 
you for that privilege Hugo.

My balls were indeed full of cum for her. It was as if it wasn't my own 
cum, rather it belonged to her. She owned me as she now owned my cock and
balls for the night.

Slowly she ran her fingers up and down the length of her shaft. Then she 
did something that really surprised me.

Gently she slipped her wedding ring off her finger.

"But, what?" I stammered.

She put a slim finger to her dripping red lips and told me to be quiet.

She took the ring in her hands, and used it to tickle my pee slit with, I 
felt the cold metal against my cock and almost came. As it was, just a 
small trickle of pre cum wetted the outside of the ring. She smiled, and 
then brought the ring up to my lips, and told me to kiss and clean "Hugo's
ring". I knew she was teasing me again, forcing me to accept my destiny as
her little toy to tease and play with, but this just made me feel all the 
more horny.

I don't know what it is about April, she just gets inside your mind and 
makes you willing to do anything to please her. I am sure you know what I 
am talking about.

With a smile, she slipped the ring back onto her finger, kissed it and 
said "Thank you Hugo my love"

She then told me to kneel on the floor in front of her. I did so, and she 
softly slipped off her tiny g-sting panties that were by now sodden with 
her wetness. She took them in her hands and told me not to touch her, 
then slowly lowered them to my nose, allowing me to inhale her gorgeous 
sexy aroma. She was teasing me, and enjoying it, her little giggles told 
me that.

Then she asked me.

"Do you want to lick my pussy?"

"Oh yes, April, please" I stuttered.

"Please what?" She smiled.

"Please April, please let me lick your pussy" I was desperate to taste her
by now.

I saw a wicked glint in her eye, and knew what was next. I watched in 
anticipation as the words I knew were coming formed on her lips.

"Tell me you have a small cock" I knew she was loving every minute of 
this, revelling in her power as only a goddess can. As only April can.

"Please April, I have a small cock, please let me lick your pussy, please"
By now I was desperate, I had to taste her juices for myself.

She smiled, and pulled me over to her pussy. What a pussy, it is so 
perfect, neatly trimmed with just the slightest amount of hair left, high 
lighting her sweet clitoris, jutting out like the key to her pleasure.

Slowly I sank my face between her stocking clad thighs, and savoured her 
scent, burning deep within me, releasing passion I had not known existed.

Softly I pressed my tongue against her pussy, and tasted her for the first
time. Oh what heaven! I licked up and down each of her pussy lips in turn,
taking my time, not wanting this feeling to end. Softly above I heard her 
moans of pleasure, content in the knowledge that she had me, and I would 
do anything to please her.

"From behind" she cried, and stood up, leaning on the bed with her hands, 
her gorgeous ass in the cool night air.

I began to lick her pussy from behind, and loved the way her finger would 
play with her clit as I was licking. I could tell she was enjoying herself
as her moans filled the room. The walls were only paper thin, but that was
the last thought on my mind as I continued to service your wife.

"Finger me" She cried, "Oh yes, please finger me"

I took my finger and slid it in my mouth, making sure it was nice and wet,
then slowly ran it around her pussy lips as she continued to beg.

I eased it in and felt her hips buck, slowly it went in, and then out 
again.

"No, no, keep it in, play with me" cried April, sweat trickling down her 
toned back.

I licked two fingers, and slowly slid them inside her sweet pussy, all the
way in, then began to curl them over slowly and gently, searching out her 
g-spot. She continued playing with her clitoris, getting louder and louder
as I massaged her g-spot from within. Her orgasm shook the room when it 
arrived, seconds later and I rushed my mouth to her pussy to catch the 
fresh wetness, and to gently lick her down from her first cum of the 
evening. Her first cum with me.

She turned around, pulled me to my feet and hugged me, kissing my neck and
nibbling on my ears. She took my hand and sucked her own juices off her 
fingers, taking time to run her tongue around every part of my finger. She
smiled a satisfied smile at me, but I knew a woman like April would never 
be satisfied.

She sat down on the bed again in just her heels, stockings and bra. Slowly
she slid her bra off, allowing her breasts to swing into full view. What 
magnificent breasts she has. I moved over to her and began sucking her 
nipples like a small child. First I sucked one nipple, gently rolling it 
around with my tongue, then kissed my way over to her other nipple, 
replacing my fingers with my lips. Sucking one and caressing the other 
with the gentlest of touches. She moaned and smiled at me, taking my cock 
in her hand and slowly wanking me.

I moaned "Please April"

"You know what you have to say" She smiled, and I knew she was really 
getting a kick out of her night of naughtiness.

"Please suck my little cock April, oh please?" I begged

"How small is it?" She teased

"Smaller than Hugo's" I panted, lost in lust and enjoying her humiliation 
of my manhood.

She smiled and kissed the tip, pushing her tongue into my pee slit and 
licking up the pre cum. She then looked at me dead in the eyes and licked 
her lips in the most provocative way.

Gently she ran her tongue over my cock head, taking more and more of my 
little cock into her mouth. She slid up and down on my length, tossing her
long blonde hair out of the way from time to time so I could see exactly 
what she was doing.

Then she looked up at me and winked. What a sight to see your sexy wife 
there with her mouth full of my cock as she gave me the dirtiest, 
slurpiest, naughtiest head I have ever had.

She then took each one of my balls into her mouth in turn, sucking and 
kicking, rolling them around inside her. I was in sheer, horny bliss. I 
wondered what I had done to deserve so much pleasure from one as beautiful
and sensual as April.

"I'm gonna cum" I spluttered

At that she immediately stopped, and said in a loud, firm voice "NO, not 
yet, don't you DARE" her fingers put pressure at the root of my cock to 
prevent my own orgasm.

I knew she wanted to make me last as long as I could, and was saving my cum
for something she had in mind. Something for later.

She just held me there for a while, close. She stroked my muscular back 
with her fingers and we just cuddled until my passion has simmered a 
little.

I must say Hugo, that was the best head I have ever had, you are indeed a 
lucky man. Thank you for sharing such a thing with me.

April lay back on the bed and began playing with her clit again as I sucked
and savoured on her fantastic breasts. Every now and again she would pull 
my head deep into her pussy and have me lick her there, before pushing me 
away so I could direct more attention to her breasts.

She was getting wetter, and each time I licked her sweet tasting juices 
from her pussy I knew she was becoming more and more excited.

I loved watching her fingers at work on her sex, her wedding ring 
glistening with the juices of a woman abandoned to lustful pleasure, it 
was so horny I really wish you could have seen it.

Eventually she craved something more, she craved cock. She wanted to be 
fucked. You can always tell when April wants to be fucked. I don't know 
how, the look in her eyes? The feeling as you run your fingers over her 
pussy? The tension in the atmosphere? A combination of all the above, or 
just an inescapable feeling of animal lust? I'm sure you know what I am 
talking about.

"Fuck me" she cried "Take your little cock and fuck me" she yelled. I'm 
pretty sure someone heard, but I wasn't bothered. It was just such an 
honour to be granted this night, a night I could not have dreamed about 
had I not experienced it myself.

"How would you like to be fucked?" I asked, revelling in the chance to 
please her.

"Take me like a slut" she cried, "Like a slut on all fours, take me from 
behind, fuck my cunt from behind" she breathed over her sighs of passion.

She kneeled on the bed, her ass in the air, an open invitation for my cock
to enter her gorgeous pussy.

I got behind her, put my hands on her hips, and bent down to kiss her back,
licking the sweat off her firm flesh and savouring the salty taste.

My cock entered her effortlessly, she was just so wet. It felt so good 
being inside her, her snug little pussy gripping my cock as she rode me. 
The muscles inside tensing on my cock and milking me for all I was worth 
as she toyed with her clit using her finger. Rubbing herself as I pushed 
in as deep as I could inside her. I know my cock never touched the depths 
inside April that you have Hugo, but this just turned me on all the more, 
I adored being her little fuck toy. Just there to service her body and her
cunt however she wished.

She moaned as her orgasm built up inside her. I knew I was close too. I am
still amazed I managed to last as long as I did, I suppose I didn't want to
disappoint her, I wanted to give her all I could and just hoped that it was
enough.

When she came, she wailed like a banshee, crying out my name. This was too
much for me, and I shot my seed deep inside her womb. She panted and 
muttered under her breath "Thank you Hugo my love" as I slowly slipped out
of her.

I really wanted to lick her pussy again, licking my cum out of her cunt, 
but she told me that I couldn't, that that was for you to do when she 
returned. I was a little disappointed, but understood and kissed her softly
on the lips.

I knew now that she was aching for you Hugo, and I didn't want her to feel
she had to spend the rest of the evening with me if she didn't want to.

She sat on the bed in her stockings and heels, and we kissed as we had one
drink from the mini bar. Boy, I was still horny, but I knew that any 
further passion from April tonight was going to be reserved for you, 
Hugo.

She bet over to pick up her dress, I am sure she knew she was showing me 
her freshly fucked pussy as she did so. Every part of April is sexy, she 
doesn't have to try, she just is.

I so wanted to cum again, and begged her to let me.

"Let you what?" She smiled

"Let me cum April, please?" I begged

"I may let you jack yourself off over my feet if you ask nicely" She 
teased

"Please April, please may I jack my small cock over your feet?" I could 
tell she was enjoying her power again

"Hurry then, I do have to be going" She replied

Frantically I knelt before your wife, and jacked my cock, looking up at 
her, trying to photograph her body in my mind for future jacking off 
sessions. She slipped her stocking clad feet out of her heels, and softly 
caressed my balls with them, smiling as she did so.

With the sight and smell of your wife before me, and her taste still in my
mouth it wasn't long before I came.

"I'm cumming April, oh April, I'm gonna cum" I yelled

"That's right, make that little cock cum for April" She said through the 
most sensual yet wicked smile I have ever seen.

I yelled her name as my cum went all over her feet and toes, then bent 
down, kissing and licking it from her feet, moaning "Thank you April, thank
you Hugo" as I did so. April just smiled.

Eventually she stepped back, and slipped her heels back on, followed by her
bra and finally her dress as I too gathered my clothes from the floor and 
dressed again.

"These are for you" She said with a cheeky, smug little grin on her face as
she handed me the tiny black silk g-string still wet with her love juices.

"Think of me often when you jack off" She purred, pushing her silken 
present into my eager hands. 

I smiled at her, and kissed her as a thank you, telling her she would be 
fuelling my late night and early morning jacking off sessions for a long 
while yet. I held the panties to my nose, inhaling her aroma one last time
before putting them into my jacket pocket.

We got a taxi back, and she cuddled me all the way to your house.

She thanked me for the evening as I thanked her. From the corner of my eye
I could see you waiting on the doorstep, having been anticipating the 
arrival of the cab for many hours.

I don't know if you saw, but I winked at you as I slid my tongue into 
April's mouth for one last, long, sexy kiss goodnight.

She then whispered something to me, but said it was our secret. Still, I'm
sure when you have your eight inches inside her, and she is begging you to
cum, one day she'll tell you what she said.

Since then, I have put April's panties in a zip lock bag to preserve her 
wonderfully sexy scent. I take them out as my little treat from time to 
time, savouring the feel, the smell, and remembering the night I saw them 
on your beautiful and sensuous wife. It was a night I shall never forget.

Yes, I often jack off as I rub April's panties against my cock and over my
balls, I only wish I had a photograph of her in her stockings and heels, 
showing her gorgeous breasts and wonderfully trimmed pussy. A photograph 
of her giving me that same, wonderfully humiliating look she gave me when 
she first saw my cock, A photograph showing off her wedding ring, and 
reminding me of my place, to serve her.

Thank you Hugo, and please thank April for me when you are deep inside her
hot cunt one night, just about to fill her with your sticky, manly seed.

I hope you enjoyed reading about my night with your wife as much as I 
enjoyed writing about it.

Thank you again, even though "thank you" does not seem adequate.

Yours truly,

Luke

 

A little about me,

I am 26 years old, white with dark hair, dark eyes, I work out, am in good
shape with a broad back and chest, nice biceps and firm muscular thighs. 
I'm no professional bodybuilder, more of a swimmer's physique. Hope you 
both enjoyed the e-mail :)

 
Dear Reader,

If you'd like to write your own story about April, please e-mail us for 
more information at koupleinlove@hotmail.com.  We'd both love to hear your
tales of your night with her!

Hugo & April


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