The older I get, the crazier my ideas and thoughts get. I’m forty-nine years of age and have been happily married to Lana for twenty-six years. Lana and I have had a great sex life. She has pleased me in many ways, especially when posing for me and my camera. We even did some swinging a few years back.
My wildest fantasy has always been to see my wife in action with a couple of guys, a threesome. But I could never get the nerve to bring up the topic. It took a very long time, but two months ago I finally got up the guts to ask her if she’d please me by getting involved in a three-some.
I was surprised and shocked by her answer. Lana informed me that she would indeed go along with the threesome; however, I would have to be one of the two men. That is not what I wanted, but then I thought, beggars can’t be choosers.
I was very selective about whom my partner would be and I decided on a co-worker of mine named Lucas.
Again I had to get up enough nerve to talk to Lucas about this. He at first thought it was a joke, but when he realized I was serious, the date and time were set.
Lana was all dolled up for our big night in a white transparent blouse, short red skirt, dark hose and high heels. At seven sharp, Lucas arrived. Lana was in for a big surprise. I wasn’t completely honest with my wife; I had not told her that Lucas was black. I could tell right away by the expression on her face that she was not expecting this.
Lana and I sat on the couch with Lucas across from us. I could tell he was enjoying looking up Lana’s skirt and ogling the scenery with her legs crossed.
I thought it was time to get the show started, but now I didn’t exactly know where to begin. I slipped an arm over my wife’s shoulders and pulled her toward me, then kissed her passionately on the mouth. It was a long tender kiss and while Lana and I were smooching, I felt her move a bit. I quickly found out why Lana had moved. Lucas had joined us on the couch and now Lana was sandwiched in between us.
It was deathly quiet. No one spoke a word. Nonchalantly I reached for the top button of my wife’s blouse and undid it. I reached for the second and Lucas took the cue. I watched as he placed his large dark hand on Lana’s nylon covered knee. As I worked on the third blouse button I saw Lucas’s hand move slowly up and under Lana’s skirt. In doing so I watched my wife’s skirt being pushed up. It was a nice surprise to see that my wife was in regular nylon stockings. He had the skirt up above the dark nylon tops, showing a bit of soft white skin and white garters.
I continued working on my wife’s buttons. I began nibbling on Lana’s ear, slipping a wet tongue in and out. Lana tilted her head to allow me room and encouraged me to continue. I had the opportunity to glance down many times into Lana’s lap. Lucas had his hand buried in my wife’s crotch. I watched with enjoyment as a long black finger worked over her white panties to play with the lips of her vagina. She even separated her legs to let him get a good feel.
I had Lana’s blouse open. I unhooked the clasp at the front of her bra and soon I had a large dark brown nipple in my mouth. Now for the first time I noticed Lana squirming in her seat. I could even hear some loud breathing coming from her. I figured Lucas was really getting her motor running.
I soon found out that I wasn’t in control anymore. Lucas just kind of shifted over. As he continued fingering my wife, he began kissing her hungrily on the mouth. Lana showed absolutely no sign of resistance or objection.
This wasn’t exactly the show I wanted. I wanted to see two men enjoy my wife, but I sat back with a smile. Lana sat still now as Lucas removed her panties. I stared in disbelief as he lowered his head between Lana’s legs and ate her pussy. She closed her eyes, pushing her hips up to meet Lucas’s hungry mouth as moans of pleasure escaped her.
Within three minutes Lana was jerking and moving wildly. She was rocking with enjoyment and pleasure as she had her orgasm. My wife continued jerking uncontrollably as Lucas lapped at her juices. She had completely forgotten that I was even in the room. “Take your pants off,” she urged Lucas.
When Lucas removed his pants I could not believe the size of the black monster that was showing. Lucas had at least ten inches standing at attention. The way my wife was staring at it, I knew she didn’t think it was real. In fact, she reached out and took it in her small hand to convince herself she wasn’t dreaming.
Lucas and my wife didn’t have intercourse that evening; instead, I watched as she took as much of that black meat as she could into her mouth and gave Lucas a great blowjob. Lucas pumped his load down into my wife’s tummy and she really enjoyed it.
I still want to watch my wife make two guys happy. I want to sit back and watch as they fill all her openings. Now that she’s got a start, it won’t be so hard.—H.D., Anniston, Alabama
HER STUD IMPRESARIO
My wife and I had been married for only a year when we moved to a new town because of my job. My sexy young wife Caitlin became restless staying at home and volunteered to be an usher at the local arts center, where plays and concerts were held. She spent two or three evenings a week there, showing people to their seats.
One night about a month later, Caitlin came home and confessed to me that the young manager of the center, Nathan, had made a pass at her. She had found him very attractive from the first moment they met. She reassured me that it was just pure sexual magnetism and nothing more and that I didn’t have to worry about our marriage.
“When you tell me not to worry,” I said to her, “that’s when I worry. Let’s hear more about this magnetic guy.”
Then she told me what had happened that evening. My wife had finished up work and gone into the office to get her coat. Handsome Nathan was in the office at the time and came over and told her what a fine job she was doing. Caitlin said she was captivated by his powerful animal presence and could only mumble some sort of reply.
As she turned to go, he brushed against her. Their eyes met and she fell into his arms, gasping for breath. Right from the start, she was completely under his spell.
Nathan pulled her tight against his muscular frame and kissed her deeply, sliding his tongue into her mouth. She responded by pressing her tongue against his, initiating a sort of erotic joust. Caitlin confessed that she was so excited by this beautiful man that she went weak in the knees and sagged into him. He had to hold her swooning body up.
After a few minutes of sloppy necking, Nathan put his hand on one of her large breasts and began gently massaging it. Caitlin told me that she felt like she was about to go over the edge as his fingers played with her erect nipple, plucking it maddeningly.
Her undies were already damp and she was about to have an orgasm. Then she remembered me—good girl—and pushed away from her seducer, saying she was married. Nathan said he understood and let the intense feeling come down slowly. But when she came home to me she was flushed and still very aroused and high-colored.
Caitlin said she would do anything to prove that I was the one she still loved. I told her that it was okay, and that no harm had been done. I was surprised to find that I was excited by the idea of another man lusting after my gorgeous wife, and decided to take full advantage of the raging hard-on that had steadily expanded in my pants since she’d begun her confession of infidelity.
I unzipped my fly and removed my formidable eight-inch prong. Caitlin immediately understood what she was supposed to do. She assumed an apologetic position on her knees, and generously opened her mouth to receive my fleshy lance. Within seconds, I was spurting copious amounts of warm, white semen into her mouth as my devoted wife showed me just how much she appreciated my cock.
I then lifted the lovely woman and carried her in my arms into the kitchen. I laid her down on the kitchen table and spread her legs wide. Her cunt was pink and glistening with her arousal. I stuck a finger in and sampled her honey sweetness. It tasted good. Then I balled her on the table for what seemed like hours.
“Hey, girl,” I panted as I thrust my cock home time and again, “think your friend could run the ramrod into you the way I ca
n?” She replied by bringing her legs a little higher on my back, locking her ankles, and moaning how much she loved me. It was a good enough answer.
We both came three or four times that night. It was clear to both of us that Caitlin’s newfound relationship with her striking boss was going to be a boon, not a hindrance, to our sex.
It was about a week before Caitlin was scheduled to usher again and we both looked forward to the evening with great anticipation. When the night came, I watched her get dressed and offered help. I suggested that she wear her black mini-dress that was formal in style, but very, very short. It also boasted a plunging neckline that I knew would showcase her beautiful breasts. Short skirt, plunging neckline: she’d be spectacular, high and low!
Caitlin immediately agreed to the suggestion and I could tell she was thinking about Nathan’s reaction to the dress, and her body beneath it. As she was about to leave, I hugged her and told her that I loved her. I encouraged her to enjoy herself with Nathan, but asked her please to refrain from fucking him. I still wanted to keep Caitlin’s pussy for my cock alone.
That request seemed to heighten her tension and I could tell that she was getting very excited (she all but squeaked!) with her thoughts about the evening ahead. Erect and horny as hell at the sight of my woman about to leave for an encounter with a good-looking stranger, I pushed her up against the dressing table. I pulled her skirt up, revealing her skimpy, white-lace panties.
I pulled them down to discover that she had trimmed her pussy hair, leaving her pretty lips pretty bare. I went down on her, sucking at her labia. She came almost immediately, but I kept it up until she shuddered a second time with a second orgasm.
When I finally finished eating her pussy, she started to pull her panties back on. With a mischievous look in my eyes, I stopped her and told my good wife she didn’t need to wear them tonight. The excited look in her eyes excited me as well. She kissed me good night and went out, no doubt feeling the cool of the evening under her skirt. She could use a little cooling off there, I told myself proudly.
I waited about ten minutes and then left for the arts center myself, having secretly bought a ticket to the performance. I went into the theater on the opposite side from where Caitlin was working. After being seated, I watched her showing couples to their seats. I wouldn’t have missed this night’s “command performance” for anything.
When the show started, the ushers took their posts, standing by the doors. I kept an eye on my wife and before too long a young, very good-looking man spoke to her and left. Caitlin looked around cautiously and then slipped out the door behind him.
A few minutes later I got up and followed them. I went out into the deserted lobby, not knowing where they’d gone. I listened for a moment and suddenly heard an all-too-familiar gasp, and a throaty moan. Who else could it be but my wonderful wife?
I followed the female sex sounds down a hallway to a door. It was slightly ajar and I was able to peek in. Inside I saw Caitlin embracing the young stud that she’d left with. This was Nathan.
He looked about six-two, was lean with a hard body and a great tan. He had short black hair that fell over his face in boyish bangs. He could easily have been a male model. I had imagined him hard to resist and in reality, he just had to be!
And Caitlin wasn’t resisting in the least. They were kissing deeply and my wife had her back up against a desk, leaning back onto it. Nathan ran his hand up her right leg as they kissed. As I watched, he pushed her skirt up and felt her pussy. His reaction to finding a shaved quim exposed without panties was an immediate grin and a grunt of pure satisfaction. I pictured his stud pole rising just a little.
She reasserted a lusty moan as Nathan leaned her back onto his desk, with her skirt hiked above her waist. He went to work. I was attendant to the theater of the aroused.
Gaining a monstrous erection in my boxers, I watched as the stud’s wet finger slid in and out of her hungry pussy. She came loudly and he lost no time going down on his knees, pushing his hard, handsome face into that area that, at my suggestion, she’d left uncovered.
She shrieked for joy as he lapped up her juices. I watched from the doorway as she writhed under him, while I was rubbing my hard dick in my trousers. Caitlin was crying out quite audibly, begging for more of what this stud had for women in general and her hi particular. I watched her face intently as she came over and over again.
Finally, Nathan stood up, his face wet from my wife’s pussy juice. Caitlin had slumped back over the desk with her eyes closed. I watched Nathan drop his pants and expose his hard-on, at that moment outraged with desire. I was impressed to see that his curved boner seemed to be ten inches long and thick as my wrist. He was circumcised, revealing a cockhead the size of a golf ball. This guy was a horse of a fellow—truly a stud.
Caitlin still had her eyes closed, as Nathan leaned over and kissed her. My heart sank but my own hard-on swelled as I heard my wife huskily whisper, “Fuck me Nathan, fuck me.”
My naughty wife was clearly going beyond the limits that we had both set for her raunchy encounter, and expressly going against my request. I mean, see my point: orgasms galore, if you could find a way to have them (and she could!). But keep your love-channel free of complete invasion, I was telling her, but all in vain.
But despite my jealousy at the thought that her tight cunt was about to be filled with another man’s cock, however magnificent, I was too aroused to intervene. I, too, wanted the show to go on, and pulled my dick out of my fly for better access.
Nathan was equally impressed with the spectacle of the woman wide open before him. I saw the man guide his monster prick into her. At the moment of contact, her eyes snapped open and she exclaimed, “Yes! That’s right, lover! Oh yeahhhh!”
Instinctively, Caitlin lifted her legs up and crossed them over Nathan’s back as he went to town on what I knew to be another man’s box. As he pumped in and out of her, she slumped back again and started moaning for dear life, grunting out orders for Nathan to probe harder and deeper. As he fucked her like a dog in heat, I stroked my cock, knowing I would ejaculate any time now.
It wasn’t long before they both came, shaking and groaning. Not a moment too soon, I shot cream all over my hand at the sight of their bliss. They embraced and lightly stroked each other for a little while and then Nathan jumped up exclaiming that he was late for the intermission. He pulled his pants on, gave Caitlin a quick kiss and dashed out.
I pulled back and hid behind the door so he didn’t see me as he left, Then I walked into the office. Caitlin was still spread-eagled on the desk with her skirt hiked up around her waist. When she saw me she sat up with a sly smile, knowing I had been a witness to her satisfying infidelity.
Knowing the stud would be busy for the next fifteen minutes, I promptly dropped my pants and followed Nathan’s example, plunging in and pumping her wildly. Caitlin was pleased to get such a vigorous fucking from me so soon after having been serviced by another man.
Aroused beyond description, we both came in five minutes. Then we kissed each other lovingly and she thanked me for allowing her to have the experience. I thanked her for being such a sexy, provocative wife. We both agreed that it was a tremendous performance at the arts center that evening, and now make Caitlin’s cheating and my watching a regular part of our sex life.—O.P., Madison, Wisconsin
APRIL’S UNDERWEAR MODEL
There she was, the hot young woman I had lusted after for years, finally sitting completely naked in front of me. There was only one small problem. I couldn’t touch her, since we were separated by a glass partition.
I had first noticed Connie about three years ago, when she started working as a waitress at a club near my office. She was everything I could have asked for in a woman—tall, with long red hair and the type of body you generally only see in skin magazines. She was slender, with huge tits and long powerful legs that led up to an ass designed by an Olympian sex god.
I was too intimidated by her stunning looks to
ask her out. But I secretly lusted after her as I watched her as a waitress in her short skirts. After the club went out of business, I lost track of Connie for a few years. Then one night, I was pleasantly surprised to see her when I walked into a local strip club.
I was in heaven as I watched her dance clad in nothing but a G-string and a smile. I was even more surprised when she recognized me and came over to talk to me after she got offstage. After that night, I became a regular. She always had a smile and a few minutes to share between dances. Then one night when I came in she wasn’t there. I asked the doorman, but he either didn’t know where she was or didn’t want to tell me. The other strippers were equally not helpful.
For six months I kept coming back to the club, expecting to see my fantasy girl, but she never showed. I stopped going, too frustrated. Then I got a girlfriend, April, and she was more than enough to keep me occupied. But always in the back of my mind there was Connie.
One day, coming home from a late night at the office, I passed by the club and decided to check it out for the hell of it. I was pleasantly surprised to see that Connie was back, doing what she did best. After coming offstage, she came over to talk to me.
I asked her where she’d been hiding herself, and she told me that she had been working modeling lingerie. She told me that I ought to come down to see the place. She promised that if I did I would get a show out of her that I would never forget.
That night I went over to my girlfriend’s apartment and fucked her with unusual energy. She wondered what had made me so horny, but I kept my lips zippered shut—and fucked her again, just to divert her mind. The next night I decided to take Connie up on her offer. I came after hours as instructed, and the sexy stripper let me in with a comforting smile.
She showed me into the modeling studio that was made up of one room separated by a glass partition. My side of the room contained a comfortable chair and not much else. Connie appeared on the other side of the glass where there was a small stage with pillows scattered about. It was like some kind of a sex show, only meant to be respectable, because it was in a chic downtown store.
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