Recently Joan and I were having dinner in a restaurant when we were approached by a couple of good-looking guys. They sat down with us and worked hard to pick us up. Joan played along, of course, but I made it clear that I was happily married and not interested. Eventually Joan made arrangements to meet both of them later at a nearby nightclub, and they left.
“I can’t believe you, Maggie,” Joan said when they were gone. “Why would you not want to talk with those guys? Jim can’t be keeping you that happy. I mean, a little variety has to be good for you.. What are you worried about? Jim finding out? If that’s all, I can fix it so there’s no way he would ever know.”
I laughed her off, but on the way home her comments kept ringing in my ears. After all, Jim was only the second guy I had slept with. Compared with the first he was great, but that was a pretty small sample of the male population. I filed those thoughts away, and over the next few weeks I couldn’t help but think about our conversation every time Jim and I had sex. One night after a hot session, I asked if he’d ever thought about being with women besides me.
“Of course,” he said. “As a hot-blooded American male, I think constantly about sex, and what it would be like with some of the hot women I see every day. But you satisfy me in every way, and I have no desire to go anywhere else. Why did you bring it up? Are you thinking we should open things up?”
“Oh no,” I said, “nothing like that! It’s just that Joan keeps trying to convince me to get out there and experiment. You know, sort of do a little comparison between the great sex we have and sex with other guys, to confirm how great we have it. I told her there was no way I wanted anyone but you, that you give me all I can handle and take me to the peak every time we make love.”
“I don’t know, honey,” Jim said. “After all, you’ve had only two partners, and while I’m flattered that you think I’m the best, maybe you could learn something from some other guy that would make it better between us.”
My mind raced with the possibilities Jim was opening up. Here he was, all but giving me his blessing to have sex with another guy. At the same time I was apprehensive. Maybe I wasn’t giving him the pleasure I thought I was, and he was trying to find an easy way to let me know he wanted to sleep around.
Either way, I figured I had little to lose. “Would you be okay with me sleeping with another guy?” I asked.
“Sure,” he said. “As long as I knew you were coming home to me and you would tell me all about it.”
That clinched it. I made up my mind then and there to team up with Joan on one of her nights out. As fate would have it, she called me at work the next day to invite me out to dinner and a night on the town. I accepted, but didn’t let on what I was planning. I called Jim at his office to say I might be home late. His only response was, “Just be careful, and tell me all the details when you get home.” I assured him I would, and said I loved him more than anything else.
I was so excited, I couldn’t concentrate on work, so I left early and went home to get all primped and ready. I dressed in my sexiest clothes and left before Jim got home. When I met Joan at the restaurant, she took one look and exclaimed, “Wow, girl, you look great! If I didn’t know better, I would swear you were on the make.”
“You never know,” I said, grinning impishly.
Joan stared at me, then gave a cry of delight that made the other people in the restaurant look at us. She wanted to leave right away to find the right guy for me, but I slowed her down by saying I needed something to eat, and we would see what happened as the night went on. I didn’t want to force it by grabbing the first guy who came along. I planned to be selective, and wait until the right opportunity arose. If that meant waiting for weeks or months, so be it.
Joan would have none of that, of course. Immediately after our meal, she took me to the hottest place she knew. The club teemed with sexy young people. She took me right over to the bar, where we wedged ourselves between two good-looking guys.
Subtlety has never been one of Joan’s strong suits. She struck up a conversation by blurting out, “Hey, my friend here has had limited experience and is looking for a no-strings night of hot sex. Are you guys interested?”
I don’t know who was more shocked, them or me. One of the guys dragged Joan onto the dance floor, which left me with the other, a blond Adonis named Larry. He smiled at my blushing face and said, “I’m sorry your friend embarrassed you like that. But I’m curious, as I see you’re wearing a wedding ring. What did she mean by ‘limited experience’?” He said it in an utterly charming way. His tenderness and his caring attitude got to me, and almost instantly I felt a tingle inside, telling me that this guy just might fill the bill, so to speak.
We talked for about an hour. Finally he invited me back to his place to, as he said, “expand your limited experience.” I agreed, and caught Joan’s eye as Larry and I walked out. It was typical of her that the whole bar heard her shout, “Have fun, Maggie! Take notes so you can tell me all about it tomorrow!”
I followed Larry to his place. When we walked in, he wasted no time. He took me in his arms and gave me a big, tender kiss. Then he offered me a drink and asked if I wanted him to put some music on. I declined both. For some reason, I wasn’t nervous at all. This felt so natural. He walked me to the bedroom, and when we got there, he sat on the bed and asked me to strip for him.
I began to perform a super-slow, sexy striptease. Larry dropped his hand to his crotch, but I stopped him, saying I would take care of that for him. When I was down to my panties, he pulled me to him and kissed my breasts like he was making love to them. Even though it felt great, I pulled away so I could undress him. I got his shirt off, then pulled him to a standing position, got on my knees and undid his belt. I pulled his pants down, taking his undershorts with them, and stared at a perfectly formed manhood nearly three inches longer than my husband’s and really thick. I adore my husband’s cock, but Larry’s is half again as big around. It looked like those big rubber dildos they sell!
I couldn’t resist, and started to lick and kiss it. When I took it in my mouth, Larry let out a groan and put his hands on my head to guide my movements. I took his stick deeper with every bob of my head. Before I knew it, I felt his balls pressing against my chin and the head of his shaft nestled in my throat.
I timed my breathing so I could go on taking him in my throat without gasping. We kept up a steady rhythm for about ten minutes. Then his balls tightened, his cock pulled back like it was taking aim at my throat, and it let loose a torrent. There was no way I could swallow it all, and some of it trickled down my chin. He kept shooting, and I swallowed as much as I could.
When he finally stopped pumping cream in my throat, I pulled him from my mouth and licked and sucked him clean. When I was finished, he pulled me up and gave me a deep, slow, tender kiss. Then he turned me around, laid me on my back and pulled my panties off. I spread my legs for him, and he got on his knees and gave my pussy the same kind of kiss—deep, slow and tender.
He pulled my legs on his shoulders and proceeded to kiss, lick and nibble my pussy for half an hour. I started to come, and once I started, there was no way I could stop. Eventually, I stopped him by pulling him up and kissing and licking my juices from his face. Then I reached down and guided his bloated member to my pussy. He slid in with no resistance. I started to come as soon as he hit bottom, and kept right on coming until he filled me with his juice.
Larry asked me to spend the night. Of course I said I had to get back to my husband, to share this wonderful experience. Larry seemed unsure how to react to that comment. He just smiled at me as I got dressed and left. He asked if he could see me again, but I said this was a one-time thing and we should just cherish the memory of this night.
When I got home, at two in the morning, looking all a mess, Jim greeted me at the front door. “My, my,” he smiled. “Don’t we look like the cat that ate the canary—or something. Come tell me all about your night. I’ve had goose bumps all night just thi
nking about it.”
We sat on the living-room couch, and I replayed for my horny husband all the details of my night. He was so aroused, I thought he’d pop out of his skin. When I finished, he pulled me to him, kissed me and said, “I love you so much.”
“I know, honey,” I said. “I love you too. It was a great experience, but it taught me a lesson. No matter how good the sex, I don’t want to be with anyone but you.”—M.B., Sandusky Ohio
THREE HUNG BLACK STUDS GIVE HIM A LESSON IN LOVE HE WON’T SOON FORGET
My twenty-eight-year-old wife Janie has long brown hair, a perfect ass and wears a 36C chest on her five-foot-four, one-hundred-twenty-pound frame. Plus she’s a total dick-slut, a white woman with a penchant for black cock. Our marriage is more of a compromise than anything else, since I’m a straitlaced forty-year-old white male who lets her slake her passion for black cock as long as I get to watch and sometimes even participate in the carnal activities. My wife loves having two big black cocks double-team her then having me clean up the come from her holes with my tongue.
Her biggest triumph came last month when she took on three athletically built, well-endowed black men in all three holes at once! I was mesmerized by the scene as I sat in my customary place: the corner chair in a sleazy motel with my cock firmly in my right hand.
My innocent-looking wife was squatting before me wearing nothing but a white cotton thong and stiletto heels, surrounded by three black studs named Willie, Peter and Johnson, holding an enormous piece of hard black meat in both of her hands. With a wicked smile on her face she mouthed, “I love you!” then took Willie’s cock down her throat while gently stroking Peter to a full erection.
Johnson knelt behind her, rubbing his massive black hands all over her lily-white butt and gently kissing her neck. My wife stopped blowing Willie and tried to take Peter’s monster black cock, but try as she might she couldn’t get more than a bit of that horse dick down her throat. I had my first orgasm transfixed by the sight of her mouth being stretched out by Peter’s cock. While Johnson and Peter traded places, my wife took Willie’s cock all the way down hen throat until his balls were practically resting on her chin. Johnson began rubbing his cock on her cheek while Peter positioned himself behind her and eased his monster up her sopping wet pussy. My wife took the cock out of her mouth and screamed, “That’s it, baby! Fuck me like a black cock- whore! Use me like a slut, you bastards!” With that the three studs got ready to give her a serious fucking!
Johnson told Peter to lie back on the bed while he and Willie picked my wife up like a rag doll and held her up in the air before slowly impaling her on Peter’s enormous big black cock. Johnson then positioned himself behind her and worked one, then two fingers into her waiting ass. I’ve never seen my wife so consumed by lust! She was begging to get some cock in her two empty holes as Johnson eased his black tool into her ass to the hilt.
Peter and Johnson started to work my wife with an intense back-and-forth motion as Willie stuffed his cock back in her mouth. As the three black studs drilled my wife’s holes they started the dirty talk that she loves to hear so much. “Look at your white whore enjoying black dick,” Johnson laughed when he took a good look at the scene. Willie leaned over to my wife’s ear and said, “Take it, you fucking cock whore,” before increasing the speed and depths of his thrusts. After watching that for a few minutes I released a second load into my lap! At that point I sat back and watched my wife writhe with one explosive orgasm after another. She moaned in delight about the cocks invading her body.
Johnson let out a yell as he filled Janie’s ass with a load of come. Willie did the same, holding my wife’s head firmly in his grasp and pumping a stream of come down her throat. As those two finished Peter told them to back off and laid my wife down onto the bed. Just before he entered her with his monster cock he looked across the room at me and said, “Come over here and take a look at a real dick filling your woman!” I did as I was told and looked between his legs. I was amazed as I watched Peter’s cock slowly disappear into my wife’s pussy. After only a few long strokes Peter started to come inside her. It took him almost a full minute to unleash his entire load before he rolled off of her and said, “Time to clean our bitch up for us, you come junkie!” Once again I complied with their request but they didn’t know that I was in heaven! I went to my wife and kissed her lips, probing her mouth with my tongue so I could get a good taste of the come left in there. I started licking down to her breasts, the salt and sweat giving me another hard-on until I finally arrived at her pussy and asshole.
I spread Janie’s legs wide and watched as the come started to seep out of her two well-fucked holes, then I used my tongue to lap up every juicy drop! After about five minutes of intense sucking my wife had a powerful orgasm that flooded my mouth with even more of her erotic nectar. As her climax finally ebbed, Willie told me to step aside because he and Johnson wanted to bang her again.
Looking around the room I saw that Peter was sitting in my corner chair stroking his erection with an big grin on his face. He looked me straight in the eye and then at his dick and back to me again and said, “Why don’t you come and get your treat right from the source!” I couldn’t believe what he just asked me as I heard my wife coaxing from behind me saying, “Go ahead honey. Get down there and suck his big beautiful cock, baby. You know you want to!” I couldn’t believe my wife was revealing my deepest secret to these strange black men!
Peter again told me to come over and sample his cock, adding that if I didn’t like it I could stop anytime. I turned to see my wife getting double-fucked by Willie and Johnson and she winked at me and cooed, “Come on, honey. Suck that big old black dick for me!” A wave of conflicting emotions washed over me as I found myself walking toward Peter, hell-bent on sucking cock for the first time!
I positioned myself between Peter’s legs and reached up tentatively to grasp his cock. It felt so smooth and silky in my hand and looked so good in contrast to my white skin. Peter’s hand prodded the back of my head as he said, “Go down there and see what your wife does with us, come-boy!” I opened my mouth wide and felt the enormous head of his cock slide between my lips as my wife let out a loud moan of approval. I couldn’t take any more of that big black rod down my throat than Janie did, but I was enjoying the taste and smell of it beyond description!
While I sucked on Peter’s cock with the diligence of a good pupil, he described the events of the sex scene between his friends and my wife in beautifully graphic detail. My own dick was growing harder as I sucked on his cock hearing the mixed sounds of sex behind me and getting a play-by-play report! Peter pressed his hand a little firmer on the back of my head and said he was about to come. I didn’t stop and was happy to feel the flood of semen spurting from his cock into my mouth and down my throat.
My wife let out a cry of orgasmic delight as her two black studs began filling her ass and pussy up again! I couldn’t believe I emptied my third load—a first for me—without touching myself just because Peter filled my mouth with sperm! We were all spent after this round and they lazily watched as I cleaned my wife’s pussy and butthole again. After that the men got dressed as my wife took a shower. Willie said they had a great time and are looking forward to more adventures with us. Peter chimed in with, “Then you can taste the other cocks that fuck your wife!” Johnson said that he was getting hard just thinking about it. I asked him if he’d like to stay after his friends left and he said yes. After our good-byes with Peter and Willie, one thing led to another and I was in between Johnson’s legs servicing his cock as he lay back on the bed! He was much smaller than Peter was and I was able to stuff almost all of it down my throat. As Johnson was nearing an orgasm, my wife came out of the shower and said, “I knew you’d like sucking my jism off those black cocks!” With that she lay dawn beside Johnson and watched me finish him off. Once I had his semen in my mouth my wife and I kissed like two young lovers as Johnson made his exit. We held each other close and as we drifted off
to sleep I know we both realized the sweeping changes our little adventures were about to take! Next week we will be seeing those black studs again and my wife promised me that I would definitely be more involved from now on! I’ll definitely pass along that letter to your readers as soon as the events transpire!—G.M., Atlanta, Georgia
HIS WIFE’S AFFAIR WITH ANOTHER MAN MAKES THIS HUSBAND HAPPY AND HARD
Count me among the many married men who enjoy watching their wives have sex with another man. Of course, I’ve always kept my fantasy a secret from her lest she think I’m a little bit strange. My wife Corrie is very conservative and believes in fidelity and monogamy with all her heart, which makes my story all the more amazing.
Corrie is forty and I’m forty-five, and we’ve been married for more than twenty years. Our two kids are finally out of the nest and we’re traveling now and getting to do the things we enjoy. This freedom has also been a great boon to our sex lives.
This past Memorial Day weekend we went camping. It was like a second honeymoon. We lay out under the stars, with the campfire reflecting off Corrie’s beautiful face and body after sex. While I was looking at her, she put her head on her elbow and asked, “What’s your biggest fantasy?”
“Being with you,” I responded.
“No honey, really,” she pressed. “All men have secret fantasies. You can tell me yours.”
I was intrigued that she thought she knew men so well. “Oh yeah! Like what, Miss Know-It-All?”
“Like making love to two women or having sex with a celebrity. Stuff like that.”
“This is a setup, isn’t it?” I asked, figuring that something must be up.
After beating around the bush I admitted I would like to do two girls at the same time but I couldn’t bring myself to tell her about wanting to watch her with another man. Then I turned the tables on her and asked her whom she had fantasized about making it with. At first she said she didn’t fantasize about anyone in particular, but I told her it was normal to have fantasies and that it wouldn’t bother me. She named a couple of movie stars then surprised me by naming the salesman we had bought our new car from.
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