ANN SWALLOWS ROGER - A True Story

I met Roger sometime in the sixties. We grew into the very interesting
seventies. When least expected, we were best buddies. Roger is some 3 years
older than myself, so besides being a great friend, he was some sort of
teacher.

On those intriguing teenage years, Roger and me shared our fist sexual
experiences. At the begining, it was a matter of playing with one another. Once
women came to scene, we found out we were not made for each other. Roger and me
laid naked in the beach one time when we were decided to get to know our sexual
attitude a little further. 

Our first daring steps were truly unforgettable. One afternoon, after caressing
and kissing each other, Roger sucked my cock until I almost cum in his mouth.
He jerked me off the rest of the way. I felt terrible after the great pleasure.
My turn came the following weekend, so I had to suck his cock. I reluctantly
took it in my mouth bu I immediately gagged. I ended up jerking off my buddy
until he came in my hand.

Upon agreeing we were men enough, we decided to bury these episodes behind. To
date, it's our most sacred secret, well, second most after what you are about
to read. The only thing I hated was that Roger's cock was bigger than mine by
over an inch.

Roger and me shared the first woman, and of course, Roger was there when I met
Ann Helen, the girl who ended up being my wife two years later.

He was already engaged to Sue, but their relation was always headed for
trouble. Roger definitely loved Ann Helen's looks and style, and we both knew
well. 

Ann Helen's feminine instinct had her dressing the "proper" way when she knew
Roger was to join us. When we went out as couples, Roger would concentrate his
attention to Ann and practically ignore Sue.

I was sure Roger would attend any pool party, where Ann Helen would wear her
yellow, very tiny bikini. I saw Roger several times trying to peek a little
into Ann Helen's treasures. I'd swear Ann flashed Roger at some points. 

Sue was not bad at all, but Ann Helen was by far the winner.

When Ann and me got married, Roger was my best man, and he had every special
privilege inherent. That happened in late 1983.

Ann Helen got pregnant immediately after the honeymoon trip. 

By April of 1984, Roger and Sue relationship was a total disaster. She tore
their wedding invitations and cancelled all. Roger was raided by this and he
sank into the deepest depression I've ever seen someone.

Ann Helen and me planned a weekend trip to San Diego I told Roger about. He
begged me with his eyes to take him along.

When I talked it over with my wife, she disliked the idea at first. After
giving her some valid arguments, Ann accepted. Roger was delighted by our
invitation, so off we went.

The two-hour long trip went nicely between jokes and chat. I noticed poor Roger
catching up his long lost mood.

A severe allergy attack took me to bed as soon as we got there. I had Ann Helen
and Roger going to the nearest drugstore to bring me some Contact. They came
back with the pills some ten or fifteen minutes later.

Ann went to the room while I talked to Roger. 

"Are you Okay?" I inquired.
"I'm fine", he assured me.

Ann Helen's cousin Brenda's condo had all the premium cable services available.
When Roger learned that, he was a fish in the water. I left him with the
biggest smile on his face I had ever seen.

My gorgeous, 2-month pregnant wife was horny, no doubt about it. As I took the
highest possible dose of Contact, she repeatedly rubbed my cock to no avail.
She even rolled down my pijamas and sucked it hard but it was useless. The
thing just wouldn't respond.

I suppose I fell asleep shortly thereafter. I remember seeing my wife's
graceful naked figure slip in her pink lace negligee, just in case, and grab a
past issue of People Magazine. 

It should have been around two in the morning when I woke up feeling terrible,
decided to ignore the warning in the label and take anothe Contact shot. As I
wrestled the bottle, I turned around to notice that I was alone in the master
bedroom.

I put my robe on. The door had been left almost closed, so I opened it without
any noise. Right then, like a lightning, the thought of Roger and Ann Helen
making love came on. Like a flash, I recounted all of the teasing I had
witnessed, promoted, and  what could the have talked about when I sent them to
the drugstore. 

The dim corridor light and the thick carpeting allowed me to slip quiet as a
mouse, quiclky crawling to the opposing wall. I caught my breath, as I have
this funny feeling.

I could perceive distant TV sounds, probaly a local re-run of a 70's Benny Hill
show. I began crawling on my belly. I had some 6 feet of wall, continued by a
thick wooden guard rail.

When I ran out of wall, I stopped. I could see the light coming from the TV
room downstairs. The condo's layout allowed a full view of the lower level.

I peeked out. My cold, allergy, or whatever I was suffering cleared out
immediately in exchange for the fastest and meanest hardon.

Roger, seated on the TV room's sofa had my beautiful wife Ann Helen on his lap,
facing him, eating her face out in the most passionate kiss I'd seen her give
or take. She was just covered by her pink lace negligee. Her silk pink robe
laid on the floor. She was rubbing her crotch on his. I just turned around and
began yanking furiously at my poor little 7.5 inch cock, as my buddy was
begining to have a great time with my wife. I had no idea how much time had
passed, but it was evident the show was about to start.

For my own good I stopped, but I must admit that, even I jerked off quite often
for my age (27), this had to be the best solo I had ever experienced. 

If you want to picture Ann Helen, she is a graceful 35 years-old blonde, 5'7"
tall, 122 lbs, green eyes, 36-C breats, very firm and white. Her hair is right
now pretty much they way it was back then: mid-back long. She was 2-months
pregnant at the time, but 2 months meant nothing in her full figured body. The
worst part was that Roger knew she was pregnant. She was just days shy of her
23rd birthday, which is April 29. 

When I turned to watch the show, my wife stood up in front of Roger. He wanted
to stand up as well, but she pushed him back. She used her teenage model
expertise and delighted my buddy for some time. She arched, twisted, and danced
for him. Roger was still dressed, but the bulge was about to burst, like a
volcano. To this point, and to my knowledge, Ann Helen hadn't still met Roger's
cock.

At certain moments, my wife would push he arse so close to Roger's mouth, he
attempted to tear the negligee off with his teeth.

Roger couldn't resist no more, so he stood up and clasped her body to his,
undoing the symbolic knots of her babydoll, having her titties out in some five
seconds. It was obvious my buddy was flattered by Ann Helen's superb 36C
titties. She turned to her right, making Roger switch, to my fortune, to a
loveseat in the left side. Her silhouette was now outlined perfectly: her
nipples were fully erect, pointing to Roger's eyes, begging to be taken.

Roger jumped to her again, wrapping his arms around her graceful body. He just
lowered his hands to her waist, and began darting his tongue at his nipples. My
wife arched back, moaning to a dangerous point, as Roger took the oportunity to
suck het titties one at a time, repeatedly, just jumping his face from one to
the next, as she took her right hand to her pussy. Her long blond hair hanged
just over her buttocks as Roger ate her titties. I coulnd't care less I she saw
me up side down!.

Roger began his journey down my wife's almost naked body, kneeling in front of
her, rolling down her negligee just enough to expose her cleavage. Roger began
tongueing her navel as his hands grabbed her tits.

Ann Helen's cunt is almost hairless, naturally. Her scarce bush boundary was a
reward for any of Roger's tensions or depressions. He now had my wife 95%
naked. Her negligee was just a pink clothy mess just below her crotch, making
her look naughtier than ever!!!!.

In all of the multiple fucks I had given her before marriage, I had never felt
so hot as right now, not even when I probed her asshole with my cock, or when I
had her cummung on my hand right in front of her cousin, the owner of the
condo.

I was certaing she was cumming on her finger as Roger rushed back up to mute
her moans with his mouth.

They trenched and kissed for some five minutes, non-stop. After that hot
face-sucking session (it was not merely a kiss!), my wife began to kneel in
front of my buddy's still dressed body. As she began undoing his shirt she
started sucking his Adam's apple, traveling her face on her tongue down to his
hairless chest, licking his nipples. Ann had Roger giggling and swaying as her
tongue rimmed his nipples, while undoing his belt and button. She stopped and
backed off as Roger's jeans lossend up. She looked up and smiled at him, as her
hands grabbed the pants at his hips, lowering then to his knees. The motion was
not strong enough to get his deep blue briefs on the way, just made some three
inches of his meat protrude over the elastic band.

My wife stopped cold. Roger's head daringly almost ripped his bikini off. She
got her beautiful face closer and kissed it, then licked it, just as if that
much was enough for her. Roger went wild at the feeling of her tongue, making
him moan out in the open.

The scene of my wife's mouth in contact with a penis other than mine made me
almost convulse. It was too much for me!!.

Looking on, I began to play my stiff cock again, but I had to hold on...Ann
Helen's eyes couldn't leave Roger's as her hands played only with the exposed
part of his cock. 

She reached out for something she couldn't get, then her mouth opened and
gripped Roger's blue bikini, lowering all the way mid-thigh. She then went back
and just contemplated his tremendous erection. She punished herself, I could
tell, by just embracing and kissing Roger's thighs as he foldled her hair. She
placed her ear on them as trying to listen for something from inside his body,
then separate to kiss his skin, get him rid of his pants and briefs, and
proceed to kiss his toes!. Roger just moaned and stretched as my wife's body
was beyond his reach.

She composed herself again, kissing his cock. Then she sensually licked the
underside of it. She would swerve her whole body just to lick the entire
contour of Roger's meat, showing me off a saliva and precum shiny monster. I
don't know what the fuck Roger did to his cock, as I remember it being just a
little bigger than mine. The bastard either played basketball with it or lifted
weights. Personally I couldn't believe that a normal wimpy cock would grow into
suck a white massive snake. 

I wish I had the balls to jump right then...they would probably wouldn't
disapprove, but the thought of being embarrased by having only a "decent" 7.5
inches compared to Roger's meat, perhaps even losing my wife to it, made me sit
tight and watch. Besides, Roger's stomach is flat as a board. I have some fat
around my waist. Probably, Roger's cock may have been as big as mine, but the
lack of fat and hair made it look much bigger.

I know my wife. She gets so slutty sometimes, she is capable of dumping our
well-off position in favor of Roger's cock!.

As her mouth swallowed about a third of Roger's cock, she pushed him 
to the loveseat (he was falling down anyway). As Roger's body collapsed in the
coach, Ann Helen's mouth never separated from his cock, not even as they
reaccomodated. She even sided her hair so I could see his cock fuck her mouth!.

There was the perfect view. My wife's bobbing head swallowing Roger's cock one
inch at a time, cupping his balls, and the bastard's eyes as white as a boiled
egg! 

In the end, Roger's cock managed to fuck 2/3rds of his length in Ann Helen's
mouth. I don't know how she managed to breathe with that massive cock down her
throat. I could feel her tongue playing my head, and, believe it or not, I felt
envy, not jealousy, at Roger's way to enjoy my wife.

Once her mouth got used to the new size and length, Ann Helen's head bobbed
like a real pro, I mean, a porn star!. Her blond hair and her opened arse moved
with such an erotic rythm, that I had my own hot and abundant cum all over my
hand without feeling. Her gorgeous rosebud, plump as a peach, pumped at every
swallow of my buddy's cock. I closed up in my mind her perfect white and smooth
cheeks, her purplish and tasty asshole.....I wanted to tongue-fuck it so bad!.

My cock quickly regained its hardness. Ann had some five minutes sucking
Roger's cock, not letting it out her mouth a single second, looking at his face
when her eyes were not closed.....it was the show of my life!!!!

Some moments later, my wife climbed on Roger's body, opening up as much as she
could, as if the damn bitch knew I was watching and enjoying. She got to his
mouth and ate his face, licking it once the kiss was over. Instictively, Roger
guided his cock towards Ann Helen's cunt, rubbing her lips, She moaned as if
nobody were in the house!. 

Apparently, Roger and Ann relayed Contact's effect a little too much!. 

Roger's cock began entering my wife's pussy very slowly. It was her hot mood
that made her seat on it at once, and begin riding on Roger immediately. His
hands reached out and rubbed her titties as she would just moan and yell.

Roger's eyes closed as she cum, begging him to hold. She was already pregnant
though.....

My good friend Roger fucked my wife's pussy for an eternity, by my standards. I
could manage 3 to 5 minutes tops.....She was having the treat of her life!!!.

Once she felt fulfilled, Ann Helen collapsed into Roger's face again. Some
moments later, she murmured to his ear something....and began rising very
slowly.

Roger's cock was shiny and throbbing. My wife's juices could be seen  from
miles!.

She got on all fours in the loveseat as Roger approached from behind, grabbing
her hips. Roger's cock head began rimming her asshole, smearing it with his
precum and hers to assure a perfect ramming...

Ann Helen began biting the seatback's leather as Roger's head wrestled and
defeated her sphincter questionable defense. Her body jerked once Roger's body
was inside her. Her moans and yells couldn't wait as Roger's cock began
mercilessly impaling her large intestine.

My wife rose her whole arse to ease Roger's throbbing cock's way inside her
...and let him see her in all her glory. She loves that!.

Once Roger's cock reached beyond my marked capacity and his balls touched her
lower butt, he opened up her cheeks, grabbed her hips, and began fucking my
wife like a machine, doggy style. Her asshole must have been smoking. It may
seem incredible, but Roger's cock pumped my wife's large intestine for another
eternity. She drove her hand beneath her body and began playing her pussy,
cumming again. I lots count of how many times Ann Helen came. I was mostly
stunned by Roger's cock of steel!. My wife's large intestine was certainly more
elastic now. The son of a bitch surely stretched her out!. I felt sorry for her
anus, as it was certain it would bleed, but that was the least I could wish the
bitch!.

Roger bent over Ann's back and murmured something in her ear. She sided her
hair and giggled.

She leaned half her body on the coach as Roger began, very slowly to pull his
cock from her rosebud, fingering her cunt to ease the feeling. It took forever
to leave. It actually looked like a train coming from a tunnel!.

When Roger's steamy and shitty cock came finally out, he sat down as Ann Helen
knelt between his opened thighs. She sided her hair again and teased Roger a
little.

She wrapped her mouth around his cock, and her head bobbed faster and faster.
Roger moaned and yelled...he had it made!. Ann's moanings were muted by buddy's
massive member. At moments she would just stop as Roger fucked her mouth, then
she would take over. Finally, my wife cupped Roger's balls as he moaned loudly
enough to wake the neighbors, when a tremendous wad of hot cum began flodding
her mouth. Ann took the first spurts without problem, but Roger's cum was so
much, she gagged and had to let go of his cock shortly. Right then, some spats
hit her beautiful face, but Ann swallowed Roger immediately, taking most of his
cum in her mouth.

Roger's ejaculation took much longer than mine. When it was over, my wife began
licking his body headed for his face. Roger and Ann Helen rejoiced eating his
cum. When they were both clean, she grabbed his shaft again and rubbed her
nipples with energy and passion. Roger heleped her cum again finger fucking her
cunt.

Meanwhile, I yanked furiously at my cock, cumming a second time. I wiped my
hand in the carped, and went to the bathroom to get a mat to cover it. It was
as much as a nice first time after three days!.

I waited until my wife dressed after just laying there, with my best friend,
touching each other.

I went to bed soon enough to avoid any problems. Ann stopped at the bathroom
and showered. Some ten minutes later, she came out. Her mouth was Scope fresh.

As she got to bed, close to me, I thought of the great scene I had just
witnessed. I felt I wanted her more than ever....specially after seeing another
man drive her into the proper gear. I better take action.

Some two years ago, Ann Helen knew I was watching. In thorws of passion, she
even told me Roger's cum tasted great (that bitch!), and that he fucked her the
very next morning after I left (on purpose).

Roger married not long ago. Ann told me (and I believe her) that Roger fucked
her again after a X-mas party in 1995, in his mom's house. Honestly, I'm not
bothered. Perhaps we can share wives the next time!.

Paula is not bad at all!!!