I told him that in our profession you can’t be distracted and that attention to detail is paramount. Then I told him to meet me in the copy room after work when I was sure everyone would be gone. For the last hour of the day my heart raced and my snatch got so wet I could feel the dampness in between my thighs.
At the end of the day I went to the copy room, and saw that Larry was already waiting there. I couldn’t believe I was going to go through with it! I walked past him and leaned against a table. As I reached up under my skirt to pull my panties down I told him, “Do whatever you need to do to me so you can focus on your job again.” I held my panties in my one hand and lifted the front of my skirt, showing off my neatly trimmed snatch for him.
Larry wrapped his fingers around my thighs and parted my legs, saying, “It’s been so long since I’ve had a blonde,” then bent down and started licking my clit and eating my pussy like the sex-starved man I knew he was. I came very quickly, and being so vocal while having sex I could barely fight back the screams. Larry lapped up my juices, which I could see smeared all over his face when he looked up at me. I pushed his face away from my pussy and told him to fuck me. “Say, ‘Please fuck my cunt.’ That’s how I want you to ask for my dick,” he answered. “Say ‘Please.’”
“Cunt” isn’t a word I usually care for, but I was so worked up at that moment that I had no problem saying it, over and over. “Please fuck my cunt, Larry! Fuck my horny cunt!” I whispered hoarsely. With a quick kiss Larry dropped his pants and shorts, showing a respectable sized dick that was already nice and erect. When he lined it up to my pussy lips, I leaned back on my elbows as he boldly pushed himself into me.
Watching Larry’s dick thrust into my pussy was so erotic! As he picked up the pace with which he fucked me I could feel myself racing toward another orgasm. The taste of my juices on my lips and the feel of another man’s dick in my pussy helped make me come faster than I would have normally. I’ve never had two orgasms so close together before, but it happened when I felt Larry’s dick twitching and throbbing inside my snatch. I opened my eyes to watch his face as he came. Larry pulled out, satisfied and breathing heavily. When we both recovered a bit I put my panties back on and gave him a small kiss. Larry thanked me as I hurried out.
I got home in record time, thinking during the drive how good that little quickie was and becoming increasingly surprised about how much I enjoyed it. But I thought for a second about telling my husband. Tony wanted me to have sex with a different man in the first place. I hoped he could handle it, but wondered if I should just keep the experience to myself. All these thoughts and more passed through my mind by the time I reached our driveway.
When I walked into the living room Tony was reading the newspaper on the couch. I walked up next to him and said, “Honey, I have a treat for you.” I got down on my back on the floor in front of him then told him to remove my panties and tell me what he saw.
As he pulled them down his eyes practically bulged out of his head and he said, “You’re a fucking mess down there!”
“Eat this come-filled pussy baby, and I’ll tell you who I let fuck me,” I said, getting so worked up again I couldn’t wait for him to start giving me head. Tony went down on me lying on his stomach, grinding his hips into the hardwood floor. When I got to the point that I pulled my panties off, Tony came in his pants humping the floor!
After Tony screwed me good and hard later, he asked me if I enjoyed the experience. I told him my orgasms should be proof enough for him. When he asked if I’d do it again, I told him I would but it was too risky for me to fuck someone at work again. Tony said he wanted me to do Larry at our house sometime, adding he would do anything to watch. I thought about it for a bit and told him I’d go through with it but only if we did it my way, because I wanted complete control over the situation. He agreed, basically because he really wanted to watch.
It didn’t take much convincing to get Larry to come over for dinner the next weekend. When the night arrived I tied Tony up sitting on a chair in our bedroom I closet. We do a little B&D sometimes when we get the chance so I had confidence in my tying ability, and he got a massive erection as he tested the bonds, like he usually does. I left the closet door slightly ajar so he had some space to look through and left him there naked and helpless and waited for my date to arrive.
When Larry arrived I greeted him in a short black cocktail dress and pumps, knowing that we probably wouldn’t even make it to dinner. I took Larry to the kitchen, where I handed him a bottle of wine and asked him to open it. By that time my crotch was a mess, just like it had been the first time I had him fuck me.
Larry asked about Tony and I said, “Don’t you worry about Tony. He’s not here right now, and that’s what’s important.” I turned and bent over, exposing my ass to him. Looking over my shoulder, I asked, “Think you can pop that thing in here?”
“Maybe if it was a champagne cork,” he responded.
I laughed and told him I wasn’t talking about the cork!
Larry started undoing his pants, but I said we should go upstairs to fuck. We were naked before we even reached the bedroom. I went to the side of the bed that gave Tony the best view and bent over, putting my hands on the sheets. Larry got behind me and squeezed my butt. “I want you to talk dirty to me. And make it good. I’m not fucking you until I hear something I like,” he told me.
“Okay,” I said, letting go of my inhibitions a little bit and getting into the game he was starting to play. “Fuck me, baby,” I said between short, breathy moans. “Fuck me hard. Fuck my cunt. Fuck my nasty cunt hard, please!”
As I let my mind wander for a second, I couldn’t believe what was happening. There I was with my husband tied up in a closet three or four feet away from me while I begged a coworker to fuck me in the sluttiest way I could.
Suddenly I felt Larry grab both of my hips and ram his dick all the way into me. His first stroke was so deep it knocked me forward off my hands and onto my chest. “So you like it from behind? Get back up and I’ll give it to you from behind, just the way you like it!” he stated. I got back into position and he pushed himself in again, thrusting deep enough so that his hairy, dangling balls swung up and hit my pubic bone. “Don’t you dare come yet. I want us to come together,” he said as I felt another thrust.
“Oh Larry! If you don’t stop you’re going to make me come,” I whined.
“No! Not until you tell me that I can fuck you whenever I want.”
I felt my orgasm building up. “Yes! Yes! You can fuck me whenever you want!” I screamed out as I started coming.
Larry kept slamming away at me, filling me up again and again, then tensed and I could feel him come. He came a good load too, because I felt the backwash spill down my thigh after he pulled out.
I turned around and kissed him after he withdrew from my snatch and told him I’d like to do it in the missionary position next. Larry told me he wanted to do that too, but he needed to get home to his wife.
After I saw him to the door, I went to the closet and found Tony with a huge stain on the front of his underwear, coating the tip of his dick. “So you liked the show, did you? Well, eat this now!” I leaned forward and pushed my snatch toward his mouth, reaching back and grabbing his his head still as I rotated my rear end in his face.
After a couple minutes I untied him, kissed the front of his come-damped shorts and said, “That doesn’t taste bad. Now why don’t you take those things off and fuck me in the mess he left for you.” I lay down and Tony didn’t last too long before filling me some more.
Later that night we talked about what we had done, and I admitted to Tony that it was a real turn-on knowing he was there watching me fuck another man. He asked me if I meant what I said when I told Larry he could fuck me whenever he wanted. “Only in a safe environment like this,” I assured him. “A promise is a promise, you know.” Tony said he wanted to watch us fuck as much as he could.
Larry and I only had sex a few times over the
next four months, until his wife gave birth to their baby and was ready to have sex again. Tony didn’t get to watch us fuck every time because some of our sessions were during lunch, but I did always manage to tell him when we fucked. The whole situation worked out well for everyone.
Ladies, if you’ve never done it before, let me tell you there’s nothing like being able to just screw someone without worrying about whether you were good or whether he came. Just having a man fuck you without caring about your own pleasure and letting him use your body for his own pleasure is very erotic—at least it is to me. Don’t get me wrong; I still enjoy passionate sex with my husband, he’s a good, gentle lover and we’re still very much in love, like we have been since we first got married. Only now I can get primal with him or someone else, which is different in a very erotic way!—J.N., Darien, Connecticut
WHEN THEIR MARRIAGE HIT THE SKIDS, SHE HIT THE SHEETS WITH A NEW MAN
My wife and I have been married for twenty years. They’ve been good years but we’ve had our share of hard times as well. During the last three years we grew farther and farther apart, fighting more and talking less. To make a long story short, I started to have an affair with a woman I met at work. During the course of our brief relationship the woman sent me some e-mails that were not only highly erotic but pretty incriminating, and my wife found out about them. She also found transcripts of some very steamy chats I had with other women. When she confronted me about them I obviously couldn’t deny their existence and I was tired of hiding them anyway. My wife and I ended up separating for the next nine months.
While we were separated, we continued to talk about getting back together. While I anticipated that happening, my greatest fear was having her discover that I’d developed a huge, somewhat kinky sexual appetite. My wife had grown up a very conservative church-going girl and I wasn’t sure that she’d ever be willing to explore the things that I now secretly desired.
While we were talking one day, she mentioned out of the blue that she had often fantasized about being with another woman. I was floored but still somewhat skeptical, thinking she might just be saying something she thought would get me back home. My skepticism continued over the next few months until she came down with the kids to visit me over a holiday weekend and left a locked cash box behind. I knew that there were some fairly risque pictures she had taken of herself for me, but I didn’t know what else was in there.
She’d taken the key back with her when she went home, so I got a piece of metal out of my toolbox and picked the lock. I found a copy of Penthouse Letters and started reading through it. I got so turned on that when we got on our computers that night and IM’ed each other all I could talk about was what I had read. Slowly our conversation turned from other people’s fantasies to our own. I confessed to her that the idea of seeing another man fuck her was a huge turn-on. She was shocked. She’d figured that my greatest turn-on would be being with two women. (Don’t get me wrong. That’s also an idea I find incredibly stimulating but the other fantasy had just about possessed me.)
Maybe I thought she needed to be with another man since I’d been with another woman so I could be comfortable when we got back together. I’m not sure, really. I just know that I really wanted her to do it. We had a really long chat that went on until almost five o’clock in the morning. We continued to talk over the next few days, occasionally mentioning other fantasies.
I was scared that she would lose her momentum and go back to being the conservative church girl that I’d known, but almost two weeks after our computer conversation I went out to the mailbox and found a small cardboard box that I knew from the return address had come from her. When I got into the house I opened it and found an unmarked videocassette. A note inside said, “For your viewing pleasure.” I was intrigued, to say the least.
I popped the cassette into the VCR and hit the Play button. The scene opened up on what appeared to be a hotel room. A few seconds into the tape, my wife stepped into view. She was wearing a tight silk shirt that just barely covered her large breasts, and a pair of black hip-hugger slacks that showed off her ass and thighs really well. She whispered softly to the camera, “I want you to see something, lover. This is for you. But I’m not sure who’ll get the biggest thrill out of it. You or me.”
Suddenly there was a knock on the door and she ran out of the camera range to answer it. I heard a man saying, “Well, I got it.” I heard the sound of ice cubes shaking around in a bucket followed by the soft, low growl of a man getting ready to play.
“Not yet, just a minute. I want to do this right,” she giggled as she led him to the bed and sat him down. When she turned to take the ice bucket to the nightstand, her eyes looked straight into the camera and she mouthed the words, “He has no idea.” I knew exactly what she meant—the man who had just sat down didn’t know he was being videotaped. Once again my wife walked out of camera range, leaving only the strange man. When he stood up I guessed that he was about five-foot-ten and weighed about one hundred eighty-five pounds. He had dark hair and a very muscular frame. He was a handsome guy who seemed to be several years younger than my wife.
When she returned into view she stood in front of him and said, “I’ve never picked up a strange man in a bar before, let alone taken him to a hotel for sex. But I’m so turned on by you that I can’t help it!” He reached up and started to grab her covered breasts, but she pushed his hands away and smiled seductively. “Not yet,” she said as she knelt down before him and kissed the front of his pants. “I’m going to suck your cock for you first. I want you to tell me exactly what it feels like, and I want you to tell me loudly. Can you do that for me, baby?”
I was so turned on at that point I couldn’t keep my hands off my cock. The request for his description, which I figured was made for my benefit, was a stroke of genius.
“I can feel your hot breath through my pants,” he said as he began breathing a little heavier. Several minutes went by with her licking, stroking and gently taking his shaft in her teeth through his pants and breathing loudly on the material, which became soaked with her saliva. Finally she reached up with both hands and unbuttoned his trousers.
Pulling them apart she bent in close and gripped the zipper in her teeth. She pulled it down slowly and told him to stand. As he did, she pulled his pants to the floor and lifted each foot out of them. She picked them up and tossed them toward the camera to give herself another opportunity to smile into the lens without drawing undue attention to herself. Her wicked grin was driving me crazy.
As she turned her attention back to her new lover, she looked up to find a massive bulge jutting out from his boxers. She began slowly sliding her hands up his muscular legs toward his erection before reaching around and grabbing his ass. She gripped his butt hard and began pulling herself to his waiting cock, slowly nuzzling his well-toned legs with her cheek and nose as she made the short but titillating journey. Every few seconds, her tongue would dart out over his skin, tasting him, teasing him and taunting him.
When she arrived at her destination, she started teasing him all over again, but this time through his underwear. He was delirious with pleasure, practically screaming for her to finally get him off. Once again she licked and nuzzled and nibbled his bulge until the material was soaked. After a few more minutes of that she pulled his shorts down and let his large cock pop out from its silky prison. She smiled and, without touching him, removed his underwear and once again tossed it toward the camera so she could cast another knowing glance toward the lens and not arouse her partner’s suspicion.
I’d never seen my wife so excited in all the time we’d been together. I watched her and her mystery lover with such anticipation that I was forgetting to breathe. She was actually going to fuck another man for me, and I knew it was happening because she loved me.
Once again she got on her knees to reach for the strange man’s cock, then started to caress herself. Her hands slid all over her body from her thighs to her breasts before she graceful
ly unbuttoned her shirt to expose her gorgeous pair of tits. She arched her back slightly sticking her breasts out so that the stranger could enjoy their beauty.
She played with her breasts for a moment, smiling as she looked deep into his eyes. He began to bend down and reach for them but once again she stopped him and told him to stay right where he was. She was in total control of this exciting situation, and she knew it. She continued to massage and rub her nipples, her eyes traveling back down his body and coming to rest once again on his hard-on.
My wife opened her mouth wide and tried to take the entire length of his shaft. It didn’t quite work the way she wanted, but only because the guy was so overcome with desire that his rod kept twitching up and down. Her blowjob did produce the effect she wanted, though. I could tell because as she closed her mouth around his organ, his entire body shuddered as he began breathing more and more heavily. The entire show was a thing of beauty.
She was taking her time and making sure that every movement was visible to the camera’s eye. I watched erotic poetry in motion as her tongue protruded slightly from her mouth and wrapped around his wood again. Her lips closed down around it as well and just a moment later her eyes shut. She was concentrating on what she was doing and feeling very good about it.
Just at the moment that she swallowed him, she let loose a moan of approval sending a gentle vibration throughout his pole. As she felt him shudder and heard his gasp, I saw a smile crease the edge of her mouth. She was drunk with the feeling of sexual power that she had over his body and over him.
With one hand she continued to play with her breasts while she moved the other underneath his scrotum. She began to slowly tickle the hair and skin on the bottom of his balls with her newly manicured nails, and again he moaned. She pulled her head back, sliding his cock out of her mouth, moaning all the way. When she got to the head, she opened her mouth once again and began to circle her tongue around it. His cock was so wet that it shone in the soft light of the room.
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