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From: rhonda69@super.zippo.com (Rhonda)
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Subject: Rhonda04 Rhonda's St. Patty Day (m/wife) repost
Date: Wed, 07 May 1997 15:26:32 -0700
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If you're under age, stop reading. This is for adults only.


My husband and I  are posting these stories about happenings from our past
23 years of marriage. Most of them happened in the early 70's before sex
was such a dangerous proposition. We have had a great time recalling these
times and after my husband writes them and I edit them we usually end up
having a great fuck.

It has been really great to hear from other couples who have enjoyed
themselves like we have over the years. We appreciate your comments and
sharing about your little adventures. 

If you enjoy our experiences, please send us about one of your times. Some
of the best (turned us on the most) stories used my name in them. Keep up
the good work!

Rhonda and CL
rhonda69@super.zippo.com









Rhonda is very Irish and really gets into St. Patrick's Day. In 1974, a
year after we were married,  she decided we should go to Chicago for St.
Patrick's Day. I agreed to take a few days off and we got a flight. 

As we didn't know the city we asked a cab driver to take us to a really
wild place for the celebration. We have since forgotten the name but it
was a large bar and dance place downtown near the river. When we got there
an Irish band was playing loud music and it looked like everyone had been
drinking most of the day. 

The place was packed so tight that you couldn't turn around without
bumping into the person next to you. Everybody was grabbing feels in the
place. Rhonda was loving having her ass rubbed or her tits brushed
against. She was wearing a short loose skirt and silk blouse. As it was
pretty nice weather, she went without pantyhose but had on a pair of tiny
panties. Rhonda seldom wears a bra, her tits are small enough she doesn't
need them, and this night was no exception. As I glanced over at her I
could see her sweet, hard nipples showing happily though her blouse.

At one point a fantastic blonde was going through the crowd  grabbing all
the women and kissing them deeply while she squeezed their tits. Rhonda
said the blonde didn't shy away from rubbing and pinching her nipples when
she kissed her. Rhonda returned the favor and squeezed a firm pair of some
of the biggest tits she ever felt. The blonde let her hand fall down and
pulled Rhonda's skirt up in back and gave her a little smack on her ass as
she smiled at Rhonda. Letting her hands massage Rhonda's ass cheeks, the
blonde kissed her again and explored Rhonda's mouth with her tongue. In a
flash the blonde was gone and on to the next woman. Rhonda looked at me
and sighed, "That was fantastic."

We decided to move from the main floor to a corner. People were still
crowded on all sides of us but at least here you could move to the music
without knocking the person next to you over. The loud music made talking
nearly impossible without shouting so we just clapped and kept time while
we enjoyed the music. Rhonda was really enjoying herself and swayed back
and forth, dancing as best as possible in the tight quarters. 

At one point she leaned over to me and said, "Someone is playing with my
ass." I could feel people behind us but couldn't turn around to see what
was going on. When Rhonda noticed I was trying to get a look she stopped
me saying, "Don't look. They might stop." As she moved with the music I
sensed Rhonda moving back closer to the person behind her. She leaned over
and said loudly in my ear, "They got my skirt up. Feeling my ass and
legs." I nearly sprained my neck trying to get a look at what was going on
but could only see a guy's hand on her hip pulling her backwards.

Rhonda changed her dancing and swaying as the tempo of the songs changed.
During one slow ballad, she swayed and jerked froward as if she was
pushed. "Oh shit," was all she said. In an instant she jerked forward
again. "He just ripped my panties off," she said looking at me rather
surprised. As the music continued Rhonda swayed backwards as the guy
behind her continued to explore her ass, now free of the constraints of
her panties. Shortly, Rhonda's body made a little quiver and she said,
"He's in," as the guy stuck his finger up her wet pussy. He continued
exploring her cunt as the music played. As the song ended I saw Rhonda
shudder with a small orgasm. Regaining her senses she looked at me and
said, "He's gone."

I tried to look behind us but was stopped as Rhonda said, "YES! He's
back." The next song started and it was a fast number. In a bit Rhonda
yelled over at me, "That's interesting. He's rubbing a beer bottle between
my legs." Rhonda continued to sway and move with the music. "I think he
wants me to fuck the bottle," she said. I knew that Rhonda had used
candles and bottles before and was very excited to see her do it again but
for all my gyrations I couldn't get a glimpse at what was happening to my
wife. "OK. Hope its not full. I don't need a beer douche," she said as she
stood on her tiptoes and came back down. From her movement I knew she just
wrapped her luscious, wet snatch around the bottle. As the tempo of the
song picked up, Rhonda increased her movements. To anyone looking at her
it should have been obvious that she wasn't dancing but fucking herself
silly. "Yeah, a finger in my ass," Rhonda squealed as she grabbed my arm
for support. With a few more pumps down and back onto the bottle Rhonda
groaned, "I'm going to, I'm going to, I'm cumming." To this day I'm not
sure how she remained standing while she came on the bottle up her tight
pussy. When she finished she said directly into my ear, "It was cold, a
long neck and definitely not empty." Rhonda told me that as he pulled the
bottle out of her more than a trickle of beer ran out of her pussy and
down her leg.

Before the guy could leave Rhonda reached behind her and stroked the guy's
cock through his pants. He grabbed her hips and pulled her back tightly
against him. In this position Rhonda couldn't get to his zipper. The guy
must have gotten tired of her fumbling and pushed her hands away and undid
it himself. I thought that it was all over after the bottle until Rhonda
told me what was going on. "He wants his cock where the bottle was," she
said. As she moved and ground against him I could tell she was more than
willing to allow him the pleasure of being where his bottle had just been.


"Can't quite get it... Up a bit. Yes!" she said while the two of them
struggled to put his cock where they both wanted it. Rhonda moved up and
down and bent froward a bit as she massaged his stiff cock with her
swollen pussy. "It keeps popping out. His fucking zipper is scratching my
ass," Rhonda said as she reached up the front of her skirt and tried to
create a guide with her hands to keep him in her. Finally she stood
straight up and slowly rotated her ass around. She looked over at me and
smiled, "Its wet, warm and running down my legs." The guy stayed with his
cock rubbing between her crotch until he was drained. He pulled back and
was gone. Rhonda stood there with her eyes closed as she rubbed her legs
together massaging his sperm into them. Nothing else happened.

In about an hour we decided to leave. As we turned around there were three
young guys right behind us smiling at Rhonda. We still don't know if one
of them was the guy. Rhonda wrapped her arms around each guy's neck and
kissed each of  them. They felt Rhonda's ass through her skirt and rubbed
their fingers over her hard nipples. As Rhonda wished them a happy St.
Patrick's day they raised there beer bottles. Looking back, I noticed
Rhonda's white panties on the floor where we were standing. 

In the cab on the way back to the hotel, I started to feel Rhonda's
thighs. They were sticky from the beer and dried cum she massaged into
them. Her pussy however was very wet and was obviously wanting more. Back
in the hotel room I started to play with her wet, red bush and noticed a
dribble of white sperm oozing out of her snatch. It was clear that not all
of the guy's cum went down her legs. Not wanting her to lose her precious
cargo I got on top of her and plunged the guy's sperm back into her with
one pump of my cock. In a few strokes, I added my load to her fantastic
cunt.