“Put it in all the way,” I said. “It feels so good in there. I want you to fuck me a long time.”
He worked his big tool in and out of my cunt, pushing so deep that I could not believe it. I played with his balls, and my clit, as he fucked me. The sensation of this new and wonderful cock inside me, after having slept only with my husband, was enough to send chills up and down my spine. But the fucking Dean was giving me was incredible. He varied his speed from time to time so that for a few minutes he’d be balling me nice and slow with deep, steady strokes, and at other times would be cranking so fast we looked like some kind of cartoon fucking machine.
Twenty minutes of this drove me over the edge, and my body shook in a mind-blowing orgasm. I pulled Dean’s mouth to mine, running my tongue through his lips as another wave of climax swept up from my pussy and through my entire body.
To my surprise I heard myself saying, “Fuck me again. My cunt is on fire. I want your cock. All of it, all of that good, thick cock.” I’d never talked dirty to my husband in my life, but being with a new man was a liberating experience. I took his cock in my hand and felt it pulsing. It was hot, almost burning up, and I guided it to my cunt once again.
I grabbed Dean’s ass with both hands and pulled him deeper into me. The room was filled with our grunts and groans. We were fucking all over the bed. The sheets were in a ball at our feet and the bed was squeaking like a hungry pig. I lifted my hips and bucked hard against Dean. I simply could not get enough of his great fucking. It wasn’t until we fell asleep, his cock still inside me, that we got any rest.
After our match the next day (we placed second), we met back at my hotel room. Dean was in an adventurous mood. “Tell me what you want me to do,” he said. “Let’s have some fun.”
I thought about it a moment, then got an idea. “You strip for me while I watch,” I said. Sitting on the couch, I looked on as Dean took off his shirt, pants, shoes and socks. Standing there in his briefs, he was a most attractive man. I licked my lips in approval and his cock responded by poking its head out the top of his underwear.
“Put on something sexy,” he said to me.
I excused myself and changed into a see-through teddy I’d bought just for the occasion. If my husband knew what I was wearing, or what I was doing, his head would’ve spun. But I didn’t care. It had been years since I’d felt so wonderful or sexy.
I returned to my place on the couch, this time in my sheer nightie. Reaching for my breasts, I began to play with them. I pulled the fabric aside so that first one nipple, then the other, could be seen. Then I bent my head and licked my tits. I had never even thought of doing anything like that before. It was as though I were a different woman—and I loved it.
Dean pulled his briefs off, letting his cock spring free. He walked over to me and pressed his cock to my lips. I took it into my mouth, running my tongue over the swollen head. I then rubbed his prick on each of my nipples, which made me shiver with lust.
Dean then lifted me onto the table, unfastening the crotch button of my teddy so that by the time I was on my back, my cunt was fully exposed. “Don’t undress me,” I said. “I don’t want to wait another second. Just put your cock in me and fuck.”
Dean leaned forward and ran his tongue over my clit and pussy lips. It felt wonderful, but I begged him to fuck me. It wasn’t a soft, wet tongue I wanted in me, but inch after hard inch of solid dick. “Please put it in me now,” I begged. “I love to feel your mouth on my cunt, but I need to feel that big cock inside me.”
He rubbed his prick on my pussy lips and then plunged it in. The feeling was even more exciting than the night before, because now I was getting familiar with the feel of Dean’s body, the shape of his muscles and the taste of his flesh. I put my feet on the edge of the table and lifted my hips so that my pussy was at a perfect angle to take his thrusts. Dean put his hands on my thighs, pulling me against his cock as hard as he could. He didn’t move at all, but simply drew me to him again and again. I had never been taken so powerfully or surely, and it was less than a minute before the first of what was to be many orgasms screamed through me.
The juices from my cunt were dripping down my leg. Dean worked his cock in and out of me faster and faster. “Suck my nipples while you fuck me. Make me hotter,” I begged. He pulled my teddy aside to expose both breasts and sucked at them. I was delirious and urged him on. “Fuck me harder. Oh yes, yes! Your cock is stretching my pussy and I love it. Fuck me with all of it. Fuck me!”
Amazingly, Dean came but went right on fucking. I didn’t feel him soften for even a moment. “Tell me what you want now,” he said while pumping into me.
“All I know is that I need more of your cock,” I said. Dean disengaged from me for a second, took a couch cushion and put it on the floor. I got on my hands and knees on the cushion and took his beautiful cock in my mouth again. I worked on it with my tongue and hands until it pulsed against the insides of my cheeks. “Fuck me again, Dean,” I urged. “From behind.”
Dean got behind me and slipped his cock into my box. He reached for my tits and gently rubbed and pulled the nipples. He continued playing with my breasts while he pleasured my pussy with his magnificent tool. I was on fire and wanted Dean to know how hot I was. “You turned me on the second I first saw you at the bowling alley,” I said. “I wanted you to suck my tits even then. I wanted to know what your cock looked and tasted like. I wanted to know how it would feel inside me. Now I know, and it’s better than I could’ve ever hoped.” With that, we both came again.
It’s been two years since that tournament, and our relationship, as well as our bowling averages, has continued to get better. It may not be right to cheat on my husband, but I’ll never be sorry and will always be grateful for meeting Dean.
SERMON ON THE MOUND
I am twenty-six years old and blessed with a tight little body and long legs that seem to get more than their share of attention. One of the things that really turns my husband on is the thought of me being a tease in public. Although I don’t indulge him too often, I must admit to occasionally giving in to the temptation. Gerry and I don’t always get to spend a lot of time together during the week, so when we go out on weekends, even if it’s just for an hour or so, I enjoy wearing clothes I know will really get him—and everyone else—hard. I have quite a collection of miniskirts and sexy tops that always do the trick.
While showering and getting ready to go out for breakfast with him one Sunday morning, I decided to tantalize Gerry with an outfit I knew would make him a walking hard-on all day long. I selected a short, rather snug little denim skirt that stopped just above the middle of my thigh—covering only enough of my crotch and ass to satisfy the laws governing indecent exposure. I added to this a red knit top and a pair of red, super-sexy high-heel pumps that I knew accentuated my well-developed legs. Driving to the restaurant with me by his side, Gerry could barely keep his eyes on the road.
When we got there, he opened the car door for me. Sliding off the seat, I gave him a clear view of my crotch. When he saw that I had on nothing more than a teeny little G-string underneath, I thought his incredibly hard cock would rip through the seam of his jeans. Besides being totally sheer, the G-string just barely hid the lips of my baby-smooth, clean-shaven sex. I couldn’t remember when I’d ever seen him so excited.
We were seated in a comfortable booth in the corner. Not long after we sat down, three men were seated in the booth directly across the aisle from us. They looked as though they’d just gotten out of a Sunday service of some sort, as they were carrying prayer books and had little gold crucifixes pinned to their lapels. All three were conservatively dressed, and had that vacant look common to people who spend too much of their time in church. When the waitress delivered their menus and one of them responded with “Jesus loves you,” Gerry and I looked at each other and rolled our eyes.
Although our booth was quite private, the section where we were sitting was elevated a bit. As a result, these men had a
bird’s-eye view of the area directly under our table. While Gerry and I looked over our menus, I occasionally glanced in their direction and couldn’t help but notice that all of them were sneaking peeks under our table, trying to get a look at my crotch. It was quite amusing the way the three had inched their way to the center of their booth, positioning themselves to get the clearest view possible of my nearly exposed pussy.
I guess I was caught a little off-guard by this. I know I’m the type of woman men can’t help staring at, but these three were, from all outward appearances, religious fanatics. Now, suddenly, they’d become world-class voyeurs. Well, as they say, the flesh is weak. But these Bible-thumpers were soon to find out just how weak!
Gerry had also noticed them staring. He was getting quite a kick out of it. I didn’t have to ask him what he was thinking; I knew he was dying to see me tease these guys silly. If I had ever relished the thought of being an exhibitionist, this situation certainly was too tempting to resist. Being dressed as I was, with every inch of my deliciously prepared frame exuding sex, I couldn’t have planned it any better. I was aware that my miniskirt—dangerously short to begin with—had slid well up my thighs, leaving little to the imagination. Our friends at the next table weren’t making much of an effort to control themselves either. They were all staring at me now, making little comments (which they didn’t think I heard) about the “glorious creation” in their midst. When they suddenly let loose with a rousing cry of “Praise the Lord!” I decided to give them something for which they could really thank God!
Moving slightly in my seat, I positioned myself to what I knew would be their best advantage. Now they all could have a fantastic view straight up my skirt to where the folds of my womanhood were concealed. With my face hidden by my menu, I parted my legs slightly. Then, placing my hand on my lap, I began slowly stroking my fingers up and down the inner surface of my thigh. I acted as though I wasn’t really aware of what I was doing, although nothing could have been further from the truth. While slowly letting my fingers crawl higher up my thigh, I gradually spread my legs wider and wider apart. Peeking over the top of my menu, I could see three horny men looking right up my skirt—mesmerized by some force they couldn’t control. I knew that if their eyes could eat, I would definitely be on the menu.
A wild and erotic thought entered my mind. It was so nasty I wondered, Do I dare even consider it? Admittedly enjoying the attention of their hungry eyes, and feeling my inhibitions rapidly disappear, I thought, Why not? As soon as the waitress had taken our order, I excused myself to go to the ladies’ room. I didn’t reveal my plan to my husband, but just told him I’d be back in a minute.
In the rest room I combed my hair, checked my makeup and, without giving myself a chance to change my mind, unzipped my skirt. With a naughty giggle I slipped my G-string down my legs, stepped out of it and stuffed it into my purse. Finding that my
G-string was soaked with my sticky juices made me suddenly aware of how really turned on I was. Then I quickly zipped up my skirt and headed back to our booth.
The thought of being totally naked under my skirt made my pulse race. Sitting down, I kissed Gerry. I was careful to keep my legs together, intent on making the most of my little surprise. My husband didn’t suspect what I was up to, even though there was no hiding the lump of erect cockmeat in his pants. I ran my fingers along its hard length and gave it a squeeze. It was solid as a rock! I wanted to bring him off right there, and it took every bit of self-control within me to keep from jerking him off under the table. But I did do the next best thing. Opening my purse so he could look inside, I let him see my G-string rolled into a ball. The biggest grin came across his face. He could hardly believe that his favorite fantasy was about to take on a new dimension. I have to say that, for a moment, I had trouble believing it myself. But the cunt smell wafting up from my purse left no doubt that this would be one memorable breakfast.
The waitress brought our food. I could see that the three Holy Rollers across from us were still looking at me, anxious for more of whatever I was willing to show. I could hardly wait to see the looks on their faces when they saw that my little trip to the ladies’ room was for their benefit as well as ours. Without prolonging the moment of truth any longer, I slowly spread my legs and “absentmindedly” placed my hand on my thigh as I’d done a few minutes earlier. As my fingers roamed cuntward, I spread my thighs as far apart as I could. The men seemed to be having a great deal of trouble eating their breakfast. One of them dropped his fork on the floor. It may have been out of shock, but I believe it was a ploy to bend down and get an even closer look at my cunt, because when the waitress picked it up and gave him a new one, he seemed gravely disappointed.
With my pulse already racing, the touch of my fingers on my sensitive skin was beginning to make my temperature rise. I found myself dying to satisfy the growing itch between my legs. Knowing their eyes were following my every move, I let my fingers travel the remaining distance to my throbbing clit. I almost gasped when my hot, aching bud was touched by my index finger. With three sets of eyes glued to my naked crotch, I started slowly sliding the tips of my fingers up and down my pussy lips and in and out of my slippery hole. The squishy sound got my husband’s attention. I could practically hear the rapid beating of his heart.
I finger-fucked myself while pressing a thumb against my exposed, swollen clit. I knew I was driving them crazy, and as for Gerry, he was about to cream his jeans. I was trying to nonchalantly eat my breakfast while jerking off, so it was up to my husband to inform me that two of the men were rubbing their own cocks under the table! Hearing this, I picked up the pace and briskly pumped my finger in and out of my pussy.
It was no secret anymore that I knew they were watching me play with myself, so I was able to dispense with the pretense of eating and get down to the business of making myself come. My entire body was rocking. My legs were opening and closing and the entire booth shook. The sound of the table rattling as my legs banged against it filled our little corner of the restaurant. We were starting to draw the attention of other customers, in addition to our religious friends, when I climaxed. My entire body seemed to explode as the heat of orgasm surged through me.
Having finished what I’d set out to do, I took a few deep breaths and went back to my omelet. My husband, who was beside himself and hornier than a soldier on leave, took my cunt-drenched fingers into his mouth and sucked them lovingly. The three men, having long forgotten their breakfast, silently motioned for their check. When it arrived, they picked up their prayer books and coats and speechlessly made their way out of the booth. Gerry and I couldn’t stifle our laughter as we watched one trying to hide the large wet spot on the front of his pants, and the other two attempting to conceal the enormous, protruding bulges in front of theirs.
Gerry and I were about as horny as could be. We weren’t able, or willing, to keep our hands off each other for the rest of the day, and enjoyed some of the best lovemaking we’d ever had.
OTHER PEOPLE’S HUSBANDS
From the beginning, there was never any question as to whether my beautiful wife, Dana, would take other men to her bed. Over the past five years, Dana has had affairs with many different married men, including a number of my friends. Don’t get me wrong—Dana’s not overly promiscuous. In fact, she’s quite selective in choosing her lovers, preferring to get involved in long, passionate affairs rather than one-night stands.
I’m quite comfortable with Dana’s infidelity and, to be honest, I find nothing more thrilling than watching her get ready for a date.
My wife, at thirty-one, is more attractive than many women ten years her junior. She works out constantly, keeping her body firm and trim. Dana is about five feet tall. Her shapely ass and firm tits support the saying that good things come in small packages. With her long red hair and pretty face, she has little trouble attracting men.
Late one Friday night, after a wonderful dinner at home, Dana announced that she wanted to go dancing at
a local club. She had me call one of my friends, whom she’d recently seduced, but unfortunately he wasn’t home. “Oh, well, I guess it’s just going to be me and you tonight,” she sighed, obviously disappointed.
Dana intended to attract quite a bit of attention. She chose one of her sexiest outfits. She emerged from the bedroom wearing a red spandex miniskirt, black thigh-high stockings and red pumps with four-inch spiked heels. Her skirt was so tight that it was readily apparent she wasn’t wearing panties.
It took fifteen minutes to reach the club. Dana and I soon found ourselves seated at the bar. I had just finished paying for our drinks when a handsome young blond guy asked her to dance. Dana looked over at me with a sexy smile as she accepted his invitation. The two of them were soon gyrating to the loud music.
For the next hour, I continued to sip my drink as I watched my wife dance with one man after another. Dana’s provocative attire and sensuous movements attracted quite a bit of attention. Suddenly I felt someone tap me on the shoulder. When I looked around, I saw my boss, Dave. “Your wife seems to be having a good time, huh?” he asked. He watched my wife’s dance partner run his hands over her smooth, round ass while giving her a wet French kiss. I didn’t know what to say. I tried vainly to think of some way to get rid of him.
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