Riding the crest of her orgasm, Shannon begged, “Come in me! Please, come in my cunt!”
All hell broke loose. Shannon’s legs shot wide apart, then wrapped viselike round Albert, her heels digging into his ass, driving his cock all the way in her. He shuddered out of control until he went rigid and gasped, “Oh God! Oh God!” as he erupted in her cunt.
I felt the first surge rush along the underside of his shaft, pulsing past my fingers, followed by another and another until, on the last thrust, his huge cock squished to a halt, buried to the hilt in Shannon’s pussy. In the last throes of her climax, she once again sucked my aching prick in her mouth. While Albert sucked on her nipples, I refilled her mouth with come and she drained me down to the last drop.
We all lay quietly together till the pounding of our hearts grew dim. Shannon, still floating somewhere on a plateau of extreme pleasure, let out a moan. In time, I kissed her and gently licked my come from her lips. Albert eased his softening tool from between her legs. A river of jism oozed from her pussy and ran down her crack, filling her asshole.
Albert’s cock, now half its size but still larger than mine at full staff, was drenched with my wife’s juice. Believing we were at the end, I was surprised when suddenly Shannon’s tongue shot in my mouth. She lifted her tits to her mouth and transferred the remaining come to her nipples, which she then offered for sucking.
Albert also got a surprise, when Shannon reached down and gathered his slippery prick and balls in her hands and guided him up to her face. Fully erect, his cock would never have fit past her lips, but at the moment, limp and wet with their mixed juices, it was slurped noisily in her mouth. It was his turn to be pleasured.
I couldn’t believe my adorable, shy wife. The fire in her was not only rekindled, it was ablaze. Seeing Albert crouched above her while she sucked him back to life gave me a feeling I never thought possible. As her cheeks bulged with his growing meat I realized that she was tasting his come. In front of me was a sight to behold. My beautiful wife, who had never felt another man, lay naked before me, noisily sucking a strange cock with greedy abandon.
Not satisfied with sucking Albert, Shannon reached between her legs and began massaging her clit, swollen again with desire. Her fingers slipped easily in and out of her drenched pussy. It was an incredible sight. If only I had a camera! I was shaking with emotion. With each stroke of her hand, her pussy lips tightened, expelling a continuing flow of Albert’s come.
Shannon pulled my cock between her legs and rubbed the head along her crack, then pulled me downward into her tight ass. My prick, coated with Albert’s come and a little of my own “slipped the surly bounds of earth” and entered nirvana. Never before had my wife let me rear-end her. Now she bucked with joy.
Knowing my next climax would be my last, I bit my lip to keep from coming. Still, my wife’s sweet hole was so hot and tight, it was a struggle I knew I’d lose. Albert, however, quickly changed the scene. His hard-on could hardly fail to respond to my wife’s suckjob. But now she was no longer able to accommodate it in her mouth. He shifted positions and sat at the end of the lounge. She was reluctant to release her grip on his pole, or have my prick removed from her newfound pleasure.
Sensing that she was near her final peak, I picked her up gently and sat her down in Albert’s lap, facing me, with her back to him. Realizing that it was the same position that Albert and Olympia were in in the photo, she adjusted quickly, straddling his legs and spreading hers wide open. His great cock, fully erect, sprang out between her legs, slapping against her flat tummy and reaching all the way to her belly button.
In anticipation of reenacting the photo, Shannon tilted back and kissed Albert on the lips while he massaged her tits from behind. Still wanting me beside her, she guided my hands to his rod, urging my final approval. I tilted his cockhead toward her pussy. “Oh yes, honey!” she urged. “Please do it!”
Once again, I was in wonder at how my darling little wife could devour Albert’s monster. Yet when I placed the head against her, it gradually disappeared, and she was again on fire. With each of his strokes, her tits swayed in unison. Lost in lust, her eyes partially closed, she drew me to her, first to her mouth, then down to her tits. Then she eased me toward her crotch.
She pressed backward against Albert’s chest, then lay back on top of him. As my tongue slipped over her soft belly, I felt each stroke of that huge prick burrowing deep inside her. Guiding my head with her hands, she urged my tongue still lower until, cresting her mound of love, I reached her clit, swollen to three times its normal size. I locked onto it with my lips, sucked it in my mouth and worked it over with my tongue.
That did it.
As Albert kneaded her tits with his hands, and his prick, which was just grazing my cheek, pounded her pussy from below, I sucked her clit to a thunderous climax. Albert, feeling her shudder, called on some reserve I’m sure even he didn’t know he had and emptied his last load in her.
Pulling away from my wife’s now-supersensitive clit, I watched in awe as she writhed in ecstasy and began the slow descent back to earth. I gazed at her lovely form, from the wisps of damp hair lying across Albert’s shoulders to her nipples, still hard but now wide apart as her breasts naturally sloped softly outward. Her rounded, smooth belly and her small tufted muff glistened with perspiration. Her legs, spread apart, offered a full view of her pussy lips locked lovingly, and still quivering, around Albert’s softening shaft.
She reached out dreamily and pulled me to her. I was more in love with her at this moment than I could possibly say. If we never again have an encounter such as this, our lives will be complete. She looked into my eyes and instinctively knew. We didn’t have to say another word—T.N., Richmond, Virginia
THE STRANGER TAKES HER PICTURE, AND THEY’RE ALL AMAZED AT WHAT DEVELOPS
A few years ago my wife and I had a few days off, so we hopped in our mobile home and headed out to the mountains for some fishing, camping and togetherness—kind of a second honeymoon.
Sally is a country girl, from the cornfields of Iowa. She’s five feet four, with a ripe, firm set of tits and a great body, and she still carries herself like a teenager. She’s the shy type sometimes, but other times, especially when we go away, she can be as bold and adventurous as you could wish. Like this time.
It all started on the highway on the drive out. A car in the next lane caught our eye. A young man was driving, and this brown hairy thing seemed to be bobbing up and down in front of him. After watching for a minute, we realized it was a woman’s head! And from the look on the guy’s face, he wasn’t even aware that he was driving. Watching the way his lady friend was sucking his dick, I almost forgot what I was doing also. She was going up and down so fast, I didn’t understand how the guy could hold out so long. This girl looked like one mean cocksucker!
I guess they finally noticed we were watching, because the girl stopped and glared at us, then pulled off her shirt and flashed the saggiest pair of tits I’ve ever seen. I decided this poor guy needed to see what he was missing, so I reached over, slipped my wife’s top off and yelled, “These are tits, pal! And you shouldn’t let her go around doing that. It might cause an accident.”
The guy looked so hard, he practically swerved off the road, an ear-to-ear grin on his young face. “Those sure are fine!” he shouted. “Care to share?” His friend yanked her shirt back on and shot him a few choice words, pointing to the road ahead. He took one last glance and sped off.
Sally and I were still laughing when we heard a roar behind us, and a pickup with three guys in it pulled even with us. Sally still hadn’t put her top back on, and these guys were gaping at her and giving us the thumbs-up sign, sporting big-ass grins and probably big-ass hard-ons too. Sally began shaking her tits rapidly back and forth for them. They yelled and grabbed their nuts, and then continued happily on their way. She was having fun showing off her body and I could only hope her lusty mood would continue.
With no other cars in sight f
or the moment, Sally began fondling my balls and licking my dick right through my shorts. Then she pulled the shorts back with her teeth, letting my now-erect cock spring free. I moaned loudly as she started sucking me off, her strokes even and rapid, flicking her tongue around the head, then engulfing my six inches until I exploded in her throat, with such force that she had a hard time swallowing it all. But she surely did her best.
Suddenly there was a car beside us, its horn honking wildly. It was the young couple from before, and they were grinning madly.
“Ha ha!” the guy yelled. “Caught ya, copycats!” Then they sped away. Poor Sally was red as a beet, but a minute later we were both laughing again.
As I pulled into the campground, Sally’s eyes lit up like a kid’s. The place was perfect, and we had a great spot at the edge of a lake. We popped open a couple of cold ones, and when we had downed them, we took off our clothes and jumped in the lake. It was colder than we had expected, so we jumped right back out. Sally’s nipples were standing straight up. I tossed her a towel as we went for more beers.
Right about then, a van pulled up next to our camp, and a guy about our age got out and started to set up a tent. After a while he came over to where we were sitting around with nothing but towels on, and started talking to us like he’d known us forever. He had a camera slung around his neck, and he suddenly raised it and snapped a picture of Sally When I turned to look at her, I saw that her tit had popped out of her towel. She didn’t realize this at first, but when she did, she just laughed and pulled out the other breast, saying it was jealous. The guy was very quick with the camera and snapped off a series of shots, as if he was afraid she would cover herself up again. But she didn’t.
Finally he stopped shooting long enough to introduce himself as Eric, but he still didn’t take his eyes off Sally’s full, hard-nippled breasts tapering to her thin waist. I couldn’t blame the guy. I know he wanted to see more, and right then, so did I! I reached over and pulled the towel off her completely. She could easily have stopped me if she’d wanted to, but she didn’t. Eric stared, then once again got busy with the camera, using up the roll of film.
“Hey, you could have at least asked me,” Sally said, but she was smiling. We all began to laugh, and it was like we were old friends.
Sally decided to jump back in the lake, and of course Eric and I followed suit. Once again we got out quickly, and lay down on the embankment. Sally and Eric sneaked glances at each other like guilty teenagers. Suddenly Sally said she smelled smoke. Eric jumped up and ran for his tent.
It seemed that when he had set the tent up he had started a small fire and then forgotten about it. Now his tent was burning up. We managed to get the fire out—partly by pissing on it—but the tent was destroyed. Sally quickly invited him to stay with us in our mobile home, and he quickly accepted. Luckily, most of his clothes and things were still in his van.
Eric couldn’t believe how large and well-equipped our mobile home was, complete with a washer-dryer and a full bath. He asked if he could take a bath, and I said sure. While he was bathing, I told Sally to grab his camera and snap a few pictures of him, to see if he still liked surprise shots so much.
I pulled open the bathroom door just as Eric was getting out of the tub. Sally snapped off a couple of shots, then started giggling, because he had a big hard-on. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist, but his shaft stuck way out front with his balls dangling beneath it. He was pretty embarrassed, but we told him not to worry about it.
Now Sally said it was her turn to take a bath, but she locked the bathroom door so we couldn’t surprise her. Eric asked if the TV worked. I said the reception wasn’t great, but it played tapes okay. I turned the VCR on, forgetting that the tape in it was one of our homemade ones, the one where I was giving my wife a massage.
Eric’s eyes got big, and he was practically drooling. I started to turn it off, but he begged me to let him see just a little, so I let it run until Sally came in, wrapped in her towel. Then I turned it off quick. But I knew she’d seen Eric watching it.
Eric now told us that he was a masseur himself—in fact, that was how he made his living. He said he would be proud if he could assist me in giving Sally a massage. I looked at her, and she nodded. I started to get really excited, and felt my balls begin to swell. I had waited a long time for something like this to happen.
As Sally came over to the bed, I reached out and removed her towel. She lay down on her front, and Eric’s eyes devoured her firm, pear-shaped ass and the rest of her lightly tanned body. His dick stood straight out now through the slit in his towel. My cock was hard too, and it wasn’t only the sight of her body that did it.
The fact was that, for all her occasional boldness and exhibitionism, Sally had never been screwed by anybody but me. I had always fantasized about having another man join us and watching him do her, but I never thought she would go that far. Now it looked like she might. I could only hope she wouldn’t back out.
I thought I would explode the second Eric’s hands touched Sally’s shoulders. He rubbed them and I massaged her feet, which arched in pleasure as we worked on her. After a minute or two we changed places. Eric worked up her legs to her ass while I rubbed her neck, shoulders and back.
His hands lingered on her ass, and pretty soon he pulled her cheeks apart and started blowing lightly on her asshole. She moaned, but when he began to lick it, she gasped and her body stiffened. I didn’t want to alarm her, because I was afraid she might stop us. So I said to turn over. She did.
Eric got on one side of her luscious body and I on the other, and we began to massage her in tandem, kneading her breasts, tugging at her nipples, stroking her belly and her groin, until she was moaning and panting and squirming. Then we slid our lips and tongues all over her smooth flesh, until our heads almost collided as we both moved to her sweet-smelling pussy.
I decided to defer to Eric for the moment and moved up to suck on Sally’s stiff-nippled tits. I went on mouthing her breasts as he lapped her juices from below. She trembled with pleasure as he ate her pussy, his tongue moving in and out like a dick while she arched her hips to receive it.
Then we changed positions. Eric crouched over Sally’s head, his balls flapping against her mouth as he licked at her nipples. She tongued and sucked on his balls as I put my mouth on her pussy and flicked my tongue across her swollen clit. She was moaning continuously, her body twisting with pleasure. She stroked my head with one hand while guiding his dick in her mouth with the other.
I had to stop to watch. I had never seen her suck another man’s cock, and the sight was awesome. I could not hold back anymore, so I moved up between her legs and rubbed my dickhead over her pussy. She arched her hips as if urging me into her, and I accepted the invitation. I meant to go slowly at first but ended up slamming all the way in with one thrust. Her muffled scream of joy almost set me off, but I held on. I fucked her like crazy, my eyes glued to her gorgeous mouth sliding up and down Eric’s rigid tool.
When Eric asked if we could change again, I almost said no. Then I realized I could fuck my wife anytime but I didn’t know if I would ever again get the chance to see her getting it from a virtual stranger. I pulled back and watched as he moved around and stuck his dick in her. I couldn’t believe how exciting it was to see her practically losing her mind as he fucked her faster and faster.
As she mounted toward climax, I finally moved up and slid my cock in her moaning mouth. It didn’t take long for her frenzied lips and tongue to make me shoot everything I had right down her throat. She swallowed it all, and a moment later was yelling and bucking in orgasm as Eric erupted deep inside her.
We all collapsed on the bed, panting. Sally was still quivering, her pussy pulsating in the aftermath of climax, her body wet from head to toe. Eric and I kind of grinned at each other. We were all spent but happy.
Eric took off the next day. Sally and I had a lot of great sex for the rest of our stay. But we never went back there. We wan
ted to keep the memory special. Sometimes we talk about trying another threesome, but I think we both suspect that it was a one-time thing, that we could never reach that height of ecstasy again.—C.E., Dover, Delaware
Someone's Watching
SHE MAKES HER HUSBAND’S DREAM A REALITY AND SPICES UP A COWORKER’S DAY TOO
My husband Tony has always gotten excited by your wife-watching letters. He’s a six-foot-one hunk of a man who weighs almost two hundred pounds and has a nice dick that’s a little over seven inches long and five inches around. I’m an average-size woman at five-foot-six and one hundred eighteen pounds, and it took some time until Tony stretched me out and could fuck me hard, the way he likes. I have no need to fuck anyone else because he meets my needs just fine.
A little while ago Tony decided he wanted to liven up our sex life a little bit. While we were discussing exactly how that was going to happen, he got me to admit that some of your wife-watching letters really turned me on too. I finally told him that I’d consider having sex with someone else if the right person ever came along, but I couldn’t do it in front of him. Tony was happy to hear that and only asked that I tell him about the whole event and show him some proof. A couple of weeks ago I finally had the chance to make good on my promise!
The company I work for recently got a pretty cute intern named Larry. He’s in his mid-twenties and his wife is pregnant, and from the way he looked at my legs whenever I wore skirts I could tell he wasn’t getting much trim at home. Maybe it’s a girl thing—or maybe it’s because he’s so cute—but I felt sorry for him.
I decided that bedding Larry would be good for him and easy for me—and maybe a little fun too—so one day I wore my shortest plaid skirt to work, complemented with a professional-looking blouse and some sexy three-inch pumps. Late in the afternoon I saw Larry and asked him about his wife, eventually steering the conversation to the sex problems that pregnancy creates. “I bet you aren’t getting much these days, are you?” I asked with an evil laugh. Larry blushed and admitted I was right then told me how distracting it is to work around ladies in such short skirts. When I noticed him staring at my legs, I knew I had his attention.
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