I almost died on the spot when I heard my husband Mick scream, “You damn cheat!” I couldn't turn around and face Mick—I felt my whole world coming to an end. Mick said, “I thought you loved me more than this.”
I started to cry as I turned to Mick and told him that I did love him, and begged him to please forgive me. He just walked away.
I ran into the bedroom and lay on the bed, crying and trying to forget the whole day. Mick came into the bedroom and told me he was going to show me what happens to cheating wives. Mick reached down and ripped open my blouse. “Look,” he said, “your nipples are still hard from looking at Wally's hard dick.” Mick lowered his mouth and started sucking my tits. Suddenly I felt the bed move on the other side of me, and when I opened my eyes Wally was kneeling on the bed next to me, completely naked.
Wally started sucking one of my tits as Mick did the other. Oh God, it felt so good! I held both their heads to my heaving breasts.
Mick got off the bed and removed all of his clothes. As I looked over at him, he smiled. His dick was standing straight and hard. Mick unhooked my skirt and pulled it off, laying down next to me. Wally said to Mick, “It looks good enough to eat.”
Mick admitted that he had never tried licking me. “Let me show you,” Wally answered.
Wally spread my legs and licked all around my pussy, never touching it. I grabbed Mick's hard dick and lifted my legs. With the other hand I pushed Wally's head so his wonderful tongue was licking and sucking my pussy. With his tongue buried in me, I started to come. My orgasm left me completely drained. Wally lay next to me and, as our lips met, Mick was kneeling between my spread legs rubbing his hard dick against my wet pussy. After a while I pleaded with Mick to stick his dick in me.
In one thrust Mick was in me, pumping as fast as he could. It felt better than ever before, but I could tell by Mick's moaning he was going to come after only about ten strokes. I yelled. “Oh Mick, honey, not yet!” but I could feel his hot come shooting as he slowed down.
Wally was now holding his dick close to my mouth. He told me if I sucked him a little he'd put out the fire between my legs. I opened my mouth and had his huge tool working in and out of my bobbing mourn as I stroked the rest of his dick with both hands. Wally stopped me and spread my legs. As he was about to fill me with his big tool, Mick said, “Wally, I think you're too big for Beth. You'd better stop.” I only moaned as I wrapped both legs around Wally's back and with one hand inserted the head of his tool in my pussy. Wally pushed, and in a couple of strokes, I could feel his balls against my ass.
Wally kept slowly pumping me, and it felt like he had his whole arm in me instead of his dick. I lost count of how many times I came, but after about fifteen minutes his pace quickened and then he started moaning, “I better pull out—I'm almost ready to come.” I pulled Wally down so his hairy chest was against my breasts. I tightened my legs around his back and told him to fill me with his hot come. I could feel him coming as I had one last complete orgasm.
We all got out of bed and dressed before Wally left for home. Mick asked me if I was going to see Wally again. I told him never without him along. Mick kissed me and told me how much he loved me, and suggested that I plan something exciting for next Saturday after their golf game. I can hardly wait.—B.L., Memphis, Tennessee
FANTASIES IN BLACK AND WHITE
For quite some time, my husband Teddy and I have been good friends with a woman named Pam who swings with us occasionally. Pam had a black lover whom she saw on and off, and she always told us how he turned her on. This guy had entered her life again, and she was smiling from ear to ear. Pam knew that Teddy's birthday was coming up and that we were interested in meeting her lover, so she suggested that the four of us get together to celebrate the occasion. We agreed.
Pam and Greg showed up that Saturday night at the appointed time. We had some drinks and got to know one another. All the time I felt a nervous twitter inside. I was aching for this black man to take me in hand. We finally got down to some action.
Teddy, who's well built and good looking, took Pam to our bedroom. Pam is dark-haired, petite, and attractive, and I knew that Teddy was attracted to her. Greg and I went to the family room where the couch unfolds into a bed with a king-size mattress. We took off our domes quickly; I was eager to try this guy out. Greg reached out and took my tits in his hands. I backed up into him and felt his huge cock pressing against me. Reaching around, I took it in my hand. It was heavy and thick like a big warm sausage. My knees went weak and my mouth watered.
I turned slightly and our mouths met, his tongue swallowing mine. We moved to the mattress, where I sat down, intending to suck his cock into my mouth, then lean back and let him plunge it into me, but he had other ideas. He scooted me back on the bed and laid me down. I reached for his cock and he pushed me back. “Don't move yet,” he told me.
He started at my feet, licking and sucking my toes and blowing on my skin until chills ran up and down my body. He worked slowly, inching his way to my knees, then my thighs.
I was panting and quivering, wanting him badly. I reached for him, begging him to fuck me, and he smiled, turned me over on my stomach and resumed his licking. When I was thoroughly soaked from my own sweat and his saliva, he let me turn around. Only then did he start to play with my pussy. Oh, how I needed relief! He was so slow and languid.
He put two fingers in me, sliding them back and forth while his thumb grazed my clit. I couldn't stand it. I wanted his cock inside me. Finally he straddled my chest and allowed me to take his big cock and stroke it.
He was uncircumcised! I took him into my mouth and tasted his salty meat. I licked and sucked him while I ground my ass into the mattress, trying to give some attention to my aching cunt. I pulled his foreskin back and ran my tongue around the head before plunging as much of his cock as I could down my throat. I cupped his balls and tongued them, getting hotter by the second.
He was ready to fuck. He crawled down my body, dragging his cock over me as he went. I lifted my knees, and he entered me slowly, stretching my dripping cunt to capacity. I couldn't believe how big his cock felt inside me. He thrust slowly in and out, teasing me. Finally he started to pump faster. I never wanted him to stop. He looked down at me with his dark eyes, taking everything I had to give, and I spread my legs wider, returning every thrust.
I could hear sounds from the bedroom, which told me that Teddy was well into fucking Pam. This made me hotter. Suddenly Greg pulled his cock out of me and sank his head between my legs, teasing my clit with his tongue. Shoving two meaty fingers up my cunt, he licked and sucked my clitoris until I came.
He wanted more, so we rearranged ourselves once again. I got up on my hands and knees, and he entered me from behind. He started slowly and built up quickly to his jackhammer pace. My tits were moving so fast they slapped my chest as he moved inside me. He worked his arms around me, under my knees, so that I was wrapped tightly as his fucking machine hit high gear. I tried to hang on and enjoy the ride.
Greg was near orgasm. His balls, which had been slapping my ass with every stroke, were drawing up, and I could feel his huge black cock growing even bigger inside me. He took my hips in his hands and really slammed into me. Then I felt the spurt of his fiery come as he pounded his cream inside me. I felt it overflow and stream down my legs along with the river of sweat we had created.
Pam and Teddy had come out of the bedroom and were walking over to the mattress as we slowly uncoupled. Teddy took one look at Greg's huge cock and knew how well I had been fucked. I was soaking wet. My hair was plastered to my head and all my makeup had melted away. I'd never been fucked so hard for so long, and I loved every stroke.
That evening with Greg gave Teddy and me so much more fantasy material than we imagined it would. Thinking about it never fails to make us hot.—N.D., Cleveland, Ohio
GAL FRIDAY DELIVERS
Linda, a beautiful full-figured brunette of about forty, is my boss but she is also my friend. Her business re
quires her to travel to various cities about four times a year to attend conventions. Her husband, Don, knows that she regards these trips as vacations from marital fidelity and that she usually shares her bed wall Bob, her well-hung twenty-eight-year-old executive assistant.
What Don may not know, but Linda has confided to me, is that after a night of getting reacquainted with Bob's super-thick cock and his exquisite lovemaking technique, she usually becomes more adventurous, and may spend the final night or two in some other man's bed. Occasionally she and Bob get together with one or more other men. One time last year, for instance, Linda spent a night with Bob arid three strangers they met at their hotel. She began the evening by sucking one man's cock, and by the time she had swallowed the last one's come, the first man was hard again. That gave all four tremendous staying power, and Linda said it was probably the best sex of her life. The next several hours were just one orgasm after another, as these four muscular young studs took their pleasure of her again and again until everyone was tired out and totally satisfied.
The only problem Linda has is that, when she gets home, she is usually rather tired from lack of sleep (and sometimes a little sore as well). But Don is hot and horny from several days of deprivation (and imagining his darling wife moaning with pleasure as she offers her moist cunt to the ardent thrusts of her gorgeous young co-worker).
The situation has caused trouble between them at times, so before Linda's last trip out of town she suggested that I might be able to keep her husband satisfied while she was away. I was flattered and very willing, since I have a soft spot for Don. Also, I was divorced two years ago, and with no regular boyfriend (only a date or a weekend now and then with a couple of married men I know), I haven't been getting as much sex as I need. I was also apprehensive, since I am not nearly as good-looking as Linda. I'm sort of mousy blond and I have put on a few pounds I shouldn't have since my marriage broke up. But the next day Linda told me it was all arranged, and said with a wink that Don was looking forward to it.
Linda left on Thursday, and that evening Don picked me up to take me out to dinner. I was wearing my nicest dress, with garter belt and new stockings. I wasn't wearing any underwear and, at the right time, I was going to show Don what was going to be all his the next couple of nights. He gave me a warm greeting kiss, and even held my hand while we were waiting for the food. During our conversation, his voice was smooth and seductive but mine was nervous and husky, and I kept blushing every time he gave me one of those looks that said, “I know you are all mine tonight.”
Over the coffee he finally said, “You know, I've wanted your body for a long time. I can hardly wait to get my mouth on your pussy.” All I could reply was, “It's all yours whenever you want it. For your sake, I'm not wearing anything under this dress,” and I managed very quickly and discreetly to pull up my skirt so he could catch a glimpse of my brown bush and the pink lips between it. It was only a few minutes before we were naked on Don and Linda's bed, with Don's head buried between my thighs. He was literally worshiping my ass and cunt, and he brought me to climax until I was literally begging for his cock and telling him that I wanted him to fuck me long and hard, again and again. Soon I was kissing my juice off his handsome face as the purple knob of his long prick nudged its way between my moist inner lips.
Then, with a quick thrust, Don was deep into me, and, for the first time in my life, I felt the tip of a man's cock caressing my cervix. We both came right away, but I wanted to keep Don hard, and so I started talking to him about what Linda was probably getting right men from Bob, describing it in detail and suiting my actions to my words. As I guessed it would, this got Don very excited, and soon he was banging away at me. He was out of control, gasping sometimes my name and sometimes Linda's. I just lay there getting the fuck of my life, moaning and begging turn to give me all he had.
I spent the next three days with him at their house, getting fucked whenever I wanted it, which was quite often. In between times, Don ate me, and I could always get him hard by sucking his cock. I also learned to love the taste of Don's jism, which is silky sweet, not bitter like my ex-husband's. Linda was very impressed by how contented her husband was on her return, and after comparing notes, we found out that I had been fucked more times during her trip than she had—-though she had welcomed a different man into her body each of the three nights and found them all delightful. Don and Linda now describe their extramarital joys to each other white they fuck, and they say their marriage is better than ever.
All three of us decided to make Don's screwing me a regular part of Linda's frequent business-with-pleasure trips. Don and Linda are still strictly faithful to each other when they are in the same town, but just an hour ago I saw Linda off at the plane for San Francisco. Linda's cute husband has just come in as I've been writing this, and my dress is already half off. God, I am horny! I promise you that when I go to the corner to mail this, the lips of my cunt will be dripping with delicious love milk Don loves to pump deep into my belly.—N.R., Utica, New York
Crossdressing
HOW HE BECAME A BEARDED TRANSVESTITE
I am writing to let the whole world know of my life as a panty fanatic. It started rather innocently. My wife and I were on a ski trip and I had forgotten to bring my long underwear. She handed me a pair of her parity hose and told me to use them until we could get to the shops. She always wore them under her jeans in cold weather and swore they kept her warm, so I figured, why not?
When we returned to our room that night she had me take off my ski bibs but leave on the panty hose. Something about the tightness—the way the nylon mashed down my pubic hair, cock, and balls—turned her on. She fussed over me all night, smoothing her hands down my thighs to feel the silky nylon. Then she gave me the most sensuous blowjob of my life. I figured that it was worth wearing panty hose in exchange for all the attention she was giving me, so I wore them for the remainder of the week. On our last night there she asked me if I had enjoyed all the sex we'd had that week. I responded that it had been the best week of our marriage. Then she asked for a special favor; she wanted me to wear a nightgown and panties over the panty hose, just for one night.
I balked at the idea, but she kept going on about it until I consented. I warned her never to tell anyone about it or I'd never do it again. She assured me that that would be the last time she'd mention it. Also, I'd been wanting to grow a beard for some time, but she had been against the idea. She now added that if I did this one thing for her—wearing the lingerie—she wouldn't mind if I grew a beard. The sex we had that night topped any we'd had before, including our honeymoon.
After we returned from our ski trip, she didn't bring the issue up again. After six weeks my beard had grown in and I felt more macho than I had in all my life. On Valentine's Day, we exchanged gifts. When I opened mine I was flabbergasted. She had bought me a dozen pairs of panty hose, some slips, girdles, a dress, and a pair of high heels. I was stunned.
“What the hell is all this? I'm not wearing this stuff.”
She said that if I would wear what she wanted, she'd make it worth my while. She pulled out some glossy photos of me in a nightgown and nylons, taken while I was asleep on our ski trip. I grabbed the pictures and ripped them up, but she just laughed and said she had many more copies. She said that she could tell how much it turned me on to wear lingerie—she just wanted to help me be the man I wanted to be.
She asked me to go put on the panties, bra, girdle, slip and heels and she'd put on the sexy teddy I had bought her. We wore the same outfits every night for a week, and I had to admit that it did make me very horny. She took some more pictures of me in female clothes. With my full beard, there could be no doubt that I was a man. That's what turned her on.
Her next step was to throw out all of my male underwear while I was asleep. Now I was left with only bras, panty hose, slips, and panties in my dresser drawers. I would have no choice but to wear panties and panty hose twenty-four hours a day. Then she made me a deal: I
would wear feminine underwear beneath my suits when I went to work all that week and, if I could truthfully say that I didn't enjoy it, she would never bother me about it again.
Although I agreed to her terms, when it came down to actually doing it, I have to admit that I cheated a little. I wore the bra to work but took it off when I got there. Then I put it back on before I came home, so she would think I'd worn it. But since she had disposed of all my masculine underpants, there was no way to get around wearing the panties unless I wanted to go without beneath my suits, which was hardly practical.
When the week was up, I went back to wearing my male attire, but I didn't like it. I missed the soft caress of nylon beneath my pants when I sat down. I missed the sensual feel of panty hose rubbing against the material of my trousers when I walked. After two weeks of traditional men's underwear, I was ready to go back to wearing women's attire. I had to admit my wife was right: I preferred it.
Now I wear women's clothes all the time when I'm not at work. The more I get into the female role, the more my relationship with my wife is changing. She has gone back to work and is making so much money that I could quit work if I wanted to and spend all my time tending to the house. I already do all of the cleaning, wearing an apron over my frilly dresses. The other day, after vacuuming, I found my wife talking to the Avon lady in the living room. Forgetting that my beard looked a little strange with my June Cleaver dress and apron, I came in and sat with them. At first, the Avon lady stared at me. But, professional saleslady that she was, she soon got over her shock. Before very long, she was showing me lipsticks, makeup, and nail polishes.
I don't usually wear a skirt or dress outside. When I do, it is a special occasion. If people stare, I just say hello to them. I guess they think I am some kind of a freak, but I have to please myself. As for now, I must go. My wife saw a miniskirt in a store that she thinks would look good on me. I'm looking forward to trying it on in the men's dressing room.—K.I., Chicago, Illinois
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