The hours passed and my wife still wasn’t back, so I jerked myself off while looking into the mirror. Soon afterward, while I finished up the housework and got ready to cook dinner, I got another huge erection. There I was in the kitchen, making salad dressing from scratch, with this crazy hard-on pounding between my newly shaved legs. I was rubbing them together to feel the smoothness, when all of a sudden I heard Doreen’s voice behind me.
“Well, well! What’s all this?”
I figured my joke was going to be a hit—but when I looked up, there was Doreen with her best friend Jana, standing in the doorway and staring at me in disbelief! I was trapped. I didn’t have anywhere to run.
“Doreen,” Jana said, “you never told me!”
“This is my . . . husband,” Doreen said. “I believe you’ve met.”
“You mean your wife, don’t you?” Jana replied.
I started to explain to them that it was all just a joke, but they wouldn’t even let me finish. Instead, they continued to rib me about how I looked. I knew it’d be worse if I left the room, so I stood there with a hand on my hip and said, “Ha, ha, ha, very funny.”
Doreen ran her hands over my “breasts” and said, “Nice tits.” Then Jana picked up the edge of my skirt and looked underneath.
“She’s even got panties and a slip on,” Jana said.
“Cute,” Doreen teased. “Very, very cute.”
“Okay, that’s enough,” I said. I tried to push the dress down, but Jana’s hands were too quick. “She’s got a hard-on, Doreen,” she said. “If we don’t watch out she’s going to come right inside her panties!”
“No,” my wife said. “Really?”
Jana held the dress up again to show her. I was so embarrassed I didn’t even try to fight them. Now they really started to go with it and began calling me Mindy.
“Mindy, would you make me a sandwich?” my wife asked.
Jana chimed in. “Mindy, would you bring me a beer?”
I decided the best way to handle this was just to go along with it. And you know what? I was still really turned on, being in Doreen’s clothes and having her and her friend looking at me. I don’t know what that outfit brought out in me, but it was sure bringing it out good.
Doreen and Jana sat there at the table, drinking beer and having me play maid for them, and I went along by curtsying and bending over so they could fondle my ass or stroke my tits. We were all having a good time! And I had always thought Jana was a pretty sexy woman, so having her feel me up like that right in front of my wife was turning me on in a big way.
The more beer they drank, the wilder they got, and finally my wife said, “Mindy, are you turned on again? Let’s take another look inside your panties. Hold up your dress and show us.”
“Yeah, show us, Mindy,” Jana said in agreement. So, I stood there and held up the dress so they could see my bulging, erect cock, throbbing inside the satin panties.
“What should we do about that, Jana?” my wife asked.
Jana, who was pretty loose by then, said, “I don’t know, but I think we’d better do something!” She reached her hand into my panties and slowly started stroking my rock-hard cock. I was going nuts!
“Take your panties down,” she said. As I did, my cock popped out into view. Before I knew it—and I couldn’t believe it—my wife’s best friend was on her knees in our kitchen, sucking me off. Jana had an expert tongue and a very hot, very wet mouth. She focused a lot of attention on the base of my cock, especially the sensitive area next to my balls. She worked fast, never taking her mouth off my tool, sucking it faster and faster as Doreen cheered her on.
The only time Jana stopped was to say to my wife, “Come on, girl. There’s enough here for both of us!”
In no time, my wife was also on her knees, mouthing my prick. What an incredible feeling, getting a blowjob from two women at once! Jana stayed low, sucking my balls into her mouth, while Doreen feasted on the purple and swollen head of my cock. I was in heaven, as both women licked madly up and down the sides of my shaft until I couldn’t hold it in any longer. When I shouted that I was going to come, Doreen planted her lips firmly around my prick and caught the first jets of sperm. Then she quickly pushed my rod into her friend’s mouth, and Jana hungrily swallowed the rest of my come.
Both women took turns swabbing me clean. When the last of my juice had been licked off of my cock, my wife said, “That was great, but I think what I really want to do now is fuck the maid.”
I was ready to comply and started taking off my clothes, when she added, “But first, Mindy, pull up your panties and fix us a drink.”
And that was the beginning of some very interesting evenings with Jana and Doreen.
SOMETHING WILD AT THE CASINO
We call it the “night of fantasy.” After years of enjoying the letters in your magazine, my wife and I decided that such sexual delights would probably occur only in our fantasies and never be a part of our actual experience. All of this changed on a magic night in Las Vegas when Lady Luck turned for us in the final moments of a weekend trip.
Our gambling stake, which had seemed like so much money on Saturday morning, had dwindled to only one hundred and fifty dollars by Sunday afternoon. My wife stashed twenty dollars for cab fare, gave me the last hundred-dollar bill and said she was going to try Keno, since the thirty dollars we had left could last the longest time at that game. For the first time on our entire trip a player got on a roll at the craps table, and I quickly won five hundred dollars. The next shooter, an attractive blond woman, kept the dice for forty-five minutes, leaving us ahead for the trip by fifty-nine hundred dollars. I stayed for one more roll, and caught another hot shooter who increased our stake to fourteen thousand dollars. Just as I was trying to decide whether to stay or make a run for the hotel room, I heard wild screams of joy from the Keno area. My wife had hit a Keno ticket for twenty-five thousand dollars. Even though taxes were withheld from her miraculous ten-out-of-ten ticket, the payoff, in cash, was nearly twenty thousand dollars. We had been on the ropes only two hours earlier, but now we were suddenly holding over thirty-three thousand dollars in hundred-dollar bills and were as excited as we had ever been. Little did we know that the real excitement was yet to come.
We went to the hotel bar to celebrate. Casino executives came by with gracious offers: “Whatever you want—a suite, a dinner in the gourmet dining room, anything.” It was the proposal of “anything” that got my wife going. “Let’s do something wild,” she proposed, still flushed with excitement, “something really wild.” I thought she was talking about making another big bet, or flying to Hawaii for a week, or something like that. She quickly corrected that misconception. “Let’s have a threesome,” she whispered. It took me a moment to realize what she meant, and several more moments to recover from the shock. “Are you serious?” I asked. “I’ve never been more serious,” she said. “You set it up. Hurry! I’m so horny thinking about it that I can’t stand it.”
It took me about ten minutes to work up the nerve to ask a casino executive about the “anything” offer. “Sorry, can’t do that,” he said quickly. I was a little embarrassed when I headed back to the hotel bar, both for what I had asked and for failing to find what my wife wanted. The idea was a big turn-on for me too, and I had looked forward to what might happen. I wondered who else I could ask.
Before I could tell my wife the disappointing news, a young man appeared at the table. He introduced himself as Frank, and said he had heard we were looking for a threesome. “Well,” I said, looking at my wife for her reaction. When she hesitated, Frank plunged ahead. “Do you want a man or a woman for the third?” he asked.
“I—I don’t know,” my wife said. She was already breathing hard. I hadn’t considered the option of a man in this party, but if it was what my wife wanted. . . . “I know who you want,” Frank said after a moment, “You want Fantasy. She is the greatest in all of Las Vegas, but she is expensive.”
“How much?”
I asked.
“Twenty-five hundred dollars for an evening. A bargain for what you get,” Frank replied.
“How much for the second greatest?” I asked. Twenty-five hundred dollars was about ten times what I had expected to pay.
“You want Fantasy,” Frank said firmly. “You will not be disappointed.”
“You decide,” my wife said, but her eyes begged me to say yes.
“I’ll send her to your room in ten minutes. Here’s the room key. A new suite for you, on the house.” Frank left quickly.
It took us about fifteen minutes to find the new room, and for a few minutes we worried that we had missed our opportunity. While my wife showered, I paced the room, wondering what I had gotten myself into. Then came the knock on the door. I opened it to find a tall, slender, blond girl who looked no more than fifteen years old. She was incredibly beautiful. She smiled and said, “Hi, I’m Fantasy, and I’m really twenty years old. Everyone asks.” She swept confidently into the room, set down her purse, and asked for a drink. While I fumbled with the ice, my wife came out of the bathroom, dressed in a robe. Fantasy greeted her with a kiss at my wife’s cleavage, lowered the robe to her waist, and began kissing her breasts. “Your breasts are beautiful,” Fantasy breathed huskily, “So much better than mine.” My wife moaned in appreciation of the compliment and the expert attention her nipples were getting. I was instantly erect, watching in fascination.
Fantasy then lowered my wife’s robe to the floor and led her, naked, to the bed. She removed her own clothing except for her tight blue silk pants. She fondled her own firm breasts for a moment, then whispered in my wife’s ear. My wife returned the whisper, and Fantasy quickly rolled her on her stomach and began kissing her at the nape of her neck, then down her back, and finally, slowly, worked her way to the crack of my wife’s ass. Fantasy’s tongue lingered there, teasing. She licked up and down, and then she sucked the plump flesh of my wife’s ass-cheeks, bringing a shudder from both of them. Fantasy’s mouth remained there for several minutes, sucking deeply, then slurping back and forth. My wife’s moans were soft, her mouth open and her eyes were closed in ecstasy.
I could watch no longer, and I quickly removed my clothes to join the party. I went unnoticed for a few moments, then I guided my wife’s hands to my raging erection. She quickly began sucking my penis, taking it deep. Her head moved quickly, almost frantically, up an down my length. Suddenly her moans became loud, startling me for a moment until I realized that Fantasy had moved her expert mouth to my wife’s clit. Fantasy was there for only a moment, or so it seemed, before my wife was brought to a shuddering orgasm. Her usual quiet climax was replaced by a muffled, intense “Yes, yes, yes!” as she got off. Fantasy quickly moved up to my wife’s mouth, kissed her, and whispered again. My wife’s whispered answer once again left me in the dark, but only momentarily. Fantasy rolled her over and began kissing her breasts once again, while making it clear that I was to move to my wife’s cunt. “Fuck me hard,” my wife said in a voice that I hardly recognized as her own. I inserted my penis quickly and began fucking as hard as I could, hoping the moment would last for hours but knowing that I was only moments from coming.
“I want to feel your balls slap my ass,” my wife hissed as I continued, watching Fantasy’s beautiful head move on my wife’s breasts. “Bite my nipples hard,” she screamed to Fantasy as I finally came, feeling an orgasm so intense as to defy description. For several minutes my wife said nothing, then caught her breath and said, “My God, that was terrific! That was wonderful!” Once again, Fantasy whispered in her ear, and my wife asked, “What do you mean?” “The fantasy has only begun,” Fantasy said. “Let me show you.” Fantasy then got off the bed and began removing her tight silk slacks. She turned her back to us, showing us firm, tanned buttocks and muscular legs. When she turned around my wife let out a gasp. Her mouth fell open as Fantasy’s enormous penis danced into view. For a long moment Fantasy let us drink in “her” body, then she began stroking the huge penis in her hands. The gigantic tube of flesh was quickly erect. Fantasy looked at my wife, smiled, and purred, “Fourteen rock-hard inches, all for you.”
Fantasy walked to the side of the bed and grabbed my wife’s head. “Tell me how much you want to suck it,” Fantasy said. My wife reached hungrily for the mammoth member. Ever since seeing her first John Holmes movie she had fantasized many times about tasting and feeling an enormous prick. Her entire body was flushed as she took the penis into her mouth, grasping it with both hands. Her moans were even more intense now, and she ran her tongue up and down the massive length, to the balls, and underneath to the asshole. “Fuck me with it. Fuck me with it now,” my wife pleaded.
This unexpected, incredible spectacle had aroused me once again, and I stroked my own penis as I watched Fantasy enter her cunt. Cries of erotic intensity came from my wife’s lips as the giant penis began its long slide into her depths. She was moaning over and over. I had never heard her sound so turned on. Fantasy then turned to me and said, “Feel my balls.” Fantasy’s ass was as perfect as any woman’s had ever been. I struggled momentarily with sexual ambiguity, then decided to go ahead. The heat of the moment overrode all inhibitions. My wife stopped me with her words. “No, no,” my wife said, “fuck my mouth. I want you in my mouth and Fantasy in my cunt.” Fantasy quickly lay down on her back and my wife mounted the oversize organ. I then got on top, entering my wife’s hot mouth that was even wetter after the superb tongue lubing she’d given Fantasy. I thought my hard, excited thrusts had to be hurting her, but the only sounds were those of pure pleasure. I could see Fantasy’s whopper cock sliding in and oat of my wife’s cunt. While my wife repeated “Oh God, oh God, oh God” over and over, Fantasy and I fucked the respective holes with total enthusiasm.
“Is there a giant cock in my cunt? Are you enjoying fucking my mouth?” My wife’s words were heard through a blur of lust, passion and untold excitement. “Come in my mouth. I want to feel you come in my mouth.” My second orgasm was even better than the first, and I collapsed on the bed to watch the rest of the action. My wife’s explosive orgasm followed almost immediately. She shuddered, paused, and shuddered once again. Fantasy’s quick, hard, extremely deep thrusts continued until my wife finally exclaimed, “No more! Please, God, no more.”
My wife lay on the bed beside me, breathing deeply, as Fantasy began to lick her body all over, tonguing off the beads of sweat. Fantasy then took her penis and placed it between my wife’s large breasts, pulled them together, and began titty-fucking them. On the upstroke, my wife’s tongue would stick out to caress the tip of the tool. After a dozen more sensuous strokes, Fantasy shot several thick streams of come in my wife’s mouth and on her neck. Fantasy’s soft kisses continued all over my wife’s body as my wife licked every drop she could find from her own fingers. Then she reached up to give Fantasy a kiss. I enjoyed watching them together so much that I merely sat there, smiling. I still could barely believe that my wife and I were experiencing such a fantastic night.
“I heard you were the best, and I heard right,” my wife told Fantasy. Fantasy smiled and said, “You were the best for me too. I have to go now. I hope I see you again.” Fantasy rose from the bed, dressed quickly, and I paid her. “Give him a big tip for his big cock,” my wife said from the bed. Him? I thought it was funny at the time. That is the tale of our night of fantasy, but it is not the end of the story. On our next trip to the casino, it really got wild. But I’d better save that story for next time.
THE BEST MAN
I’ve always been excited by the idea of my wife getting it on with another man. Recently, an old friend presented me with the opportunity to turn my fantasy into reality during a weekend trip to the city.
An old friend of mine, Bob, had come to visit me and my wife Gina. He had served as best man at our wedding, and we’ve shared many good times with him.
This week was no exception. We partied it away consuming vast quantities of liquor and quality smoke. Gina, a thirty-fiv
e-year-old honey-blond aerobics addict, was definitely excited by the idea of another man in the house. In the evenings, after we adjourned to our respective bedrooms, I’d tease her about poor Bob, alone in his room with no one to play with. “A good hostess should take care of all her guest’s needs,” I said. “He’s probably in there right now with his cock out, thinking of you getting fucked. Why don’t you go help him out?” She didn’t say anything but slid around on the bed and slipped my cock into her mouth. As she sucked, I reached over and played with her pussy lips, squeezing and separating them as she got creamier and began to squirm around the bed. “Pretend you’re sucking Bob. Show me how you’d handle his cock. Make that big head come in your mouth.”
The more I talked the hotter she got until I had three fingers pumping her pussy, and she was soon coming all over my hand. I couldn’t hold back any longer and I shot my load into her mouth. She let it dribble out over my cock and balls, a sight I had always found extremely erotic. “How’d Bob like that one?” she asked with a smile. I just looked at her and said, “Babe, you’re so hot I know he’d love you. Just leave it to me.”
We decided to end our time together with a weekend trip to New York City to see a show and do some big city bar-hopping. We got lucky and ended up with front-row center seats at an off-Broadway play starring a gorgeous actress. The skimpy costume she wore left her tits barely covered, and I looked over at Bob to see his reaction. He was staring at her and smiling as though he hadn’t seen a woman in a week. He had his hand on Gina’s thigh near her knee.
After the show we stopped at a pub and ordered some tequila shooters and beers. Bob sent a drink over to a cute girl in a T-shirt. Her obviously braless breasts had gotten his attention. “New York must be the nipple capital of the world,” he whispered. Gina looked at both of us and excused herself to go to the ladies’ room. I wasn’t sure if she was angry or jealous. I got my answer when she returned a few minutes later. She had obviously removed her bra, because we could now see two of the longest, hardest nipples in town poking through the thin fabric of her blouse.
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