For years my husband Philip has been preparing me for a threesome. He carefully laid the groundwork by showing me porno videos, reading to me from Penthouse Letters and buying me sexy lingerie and erotic toys. He would write me hot, steamy love notes about how much he wanted to see another man’s cock penetrating my mouth and filling my pussy. We had many passionate nights of wild sex while fantasizing about my mystery lover. I had reservations about bringing someone into our marriage even though we love and trust each other very much. We have a great relationship that all our friends are jealous of. I didn’t want anything to mess it up, so I knew a threesome would have to be handled very carefully. Honestly, the idea of having a threesome really turned me on, but I couldn’t imagine myself actually going through with it. The dawn of the new Millennium changed all that, though, as I adopted a sexy new attitude: Out with the old and in with the new!
Philip had made our New Year’s Eve plans. I didn’t know we were going to a swinger’s dinner/dance at a local hotel until a few hours before we left home. I was angry and panicked at first, but I found myself getting very excited and aroused at the idea. I was surprised and delighted by the caliber of people at the party. I’m not sure what I thought they would be like, but they were all well-heeled and well-attired. Even though I was intrigued, we sat by a table near the door so I’d be able to make a quick getaway if I got uncomfortable.
We weren’t there for very long when two other couples sat down and joined us. They were all friendly, engaging people. One of the couples, Kenneth and Phoebe, were very attractive, although a bit older than us. They’re originally from overseas and have wonderful, charming European accents. They took pictures during the evening and asked for our address to send us copies when they got them developed. I was relaxed and enjoying myself, nearly forgetting where I was. I noticed as the evening went on that every time I looked across the table, Kenneth was looking at me. I liked having his attention. Nothing sexual happened that night, because I just wasn’t ready for a real swinger’s adventure.
Several days later, we received the pictures and a nice letter from Kenneth. About a week after that, Kenneth sent us another letter inviting Philip and I for dinner and a possible threesome afterward. He was very considerate and polite in the way he asked us to swing. I knew he’d be a good lover for our first time, because although he was obviously experienced, he was also a complete gentleman. Initially, I was panicked but each time I read his letter, I got more and more excited. My pussy was soaked. I couldn’t think of anything else but making our threesome fantasy a reality. Philip and I had some long and hot sex after getting Kenneth’s letter. I wrote back to Kenneth and accepted his gracious, exciting offer.
Kenneth called a few days later to say he was very excited about being part of our first threesome. Things really heated up over the next few days. All three of us were hot and horny as we made our plans to meet. Somehow I was able to get through two more days of work. What torture! Philip and Kenneth had several conversations about what I liked sexually and what they were going to do to me when we got together. Kenneth and I had several very hot phone calls ourselves.
Philip and I carefully put together my wardrobe. We finished getting ourselves ready and checked into the hotel about five o’clock that night. I jumped in the shower and prepared for our big evening. Kenneth met us at the hotel for dinner at about eight o’clock. He looked so sexy that I wanted to fuck him right then. I was ready for him, too, dressed in a black leather mini-skirt (without panties, of course), pantyhose, a garter-belt, a pair of high heel sandals with bright red toenails, and an open-nippled bra under a gold silk blouse.
Soon it was show time! The restaurant was empty except for two other tables. I don’t remember much of dinner except that Kenneth’s hands immediately began exploring between my legs. Like a naughty girl I spread my legs and let him in. The look on his face when he realized I wasn’t wearing panties was priceless, but it didn’t take him long to get used to the idea! He shoved his fingers in my bare, soaked pussy and then licked his fingers. Kenneth and Philip made me unbutton my blouse so their hands could stroke and tease my hard nipples through my bra. Before long Kenneth grabbed my hand and pushed it under the table and placed it around his big, hard prick. The waiter was having an especially good time watching us. I looked over at Philip and said, “I think that I’m going to be a very happy gal by the end of tonight.” I knew I was in for a good time.
We went to our room and poured some champagne. While Philip went in the bathroom, Kenneth pulled his cock out of his pants and put my hand around it. I was so excited that I went over and sat on the sofa. Next thing I knew my leather mini-skirt was up around my waist, my legs were spread wide and Kenneth was tonguing my dripping wet pussy.
Philip came out from the bathroom to see the fun had started without him. He quickly dropped his pants and shoved his cock into my mouth. After I had several orgasms riding Kenneth’s tongue, they switched places. As I became lost in the feelings that engulfed me, I began to think about how I was feeling. Was I scared? No. Shy? No. Hot and horny? Absolutely! In fact, I was enjoying myself more than I imagined I would. It surprised me how easily I took to being with two men. We then went into the bedroom, where Philip had a video camera set up to capture our first threesome on tape. I couldn’t wait. I was about to become a porn star!
Once we were in the bedroom, I changed into a slinky black negligee, leaving on only my black pantyhose, garterbelt and heels. I couldn’t wait to get Kenneth’s cock between my lips. I knew he would taste so delicious and feel so good once I had him in my mouth. I absolutely love to suck cock. After watching me eagerly suck Kenneth’s cock, Philip went back to eating my pussy to several more orgasms. Kenneth got ready to fuck my shaved pussy with his eager prick. After fifteen years of fucking nobody but my husband, it felt so naughty having another man’s cock in my mouth and in my pussy. “Kenneth, fuck me hard with that big, delicious cock,” I told him between hurried breaths.
I was completely full of cock and loving every minute of it. My mouth was going to town on Philip’s prick while Kenneth pumped himself in and out of my pussy. Kenneth flooded my already soaked cunt with his first load. Philip dived between my legs so he could eat my come-filled pussy while I sucked my juices off of Kenneth’s cock. I was in heaven, it tasted so sweet.
Then Philip started licking me. He was so excited to be living out his fantasy of eating me after another man had filled me with scum. He stopped eating me to shoot his first load inside me, then went back to eat my cunt again. I’m a lucky gal to be with a man who loves me so much and is so willing to let me have so much fun while pleasing him.
After a short rest and a quick change of costume, I started sucking Kenneth hard again while Philip fucked my over heated pussy to another orgasm. I couldn’t believe how much I was enjoying this. I knew that the guys were having a blast, too. Kenneth again fucked my pussy. His big cock felt incredible as it pounded its way in and out of my overworked twat. We had another wonderful orgasm together. Philip’s tongue was ready for another load of come from my fucked-out pussy.
The fire burning inside me was very hot and it seemed like there was no extinguishing it. Philip started to fuck me in the ass, slowly at first but with increasing speed and depth while my seemingly insatiable mouth sucked on Kenneth’s cock. It seemed like Philip was fucking my tight ass forever by the time he finally had his orgasm. He came but he was still hard, and he continued fucking my asshole. I had another orgasm with my husband’s cock in my ass and this stranger’s cock in my mouth.
Philip jumped in the shower while I continued to suck Kenneth’s cock until he came in my mouth. I couldn’t believe it, but he was still hard and wanted to go a third round with my pussy. Philip came out of the bathroom to find me on my back with my legs spread wide and Kenneth wildly fucking away. Oh, yes, you better believe I had another orgasm. Philip again ate my pussy for me and then fucked it hard himself.
Finally it was my turn for a sho
wer. Once I was cleaned off, I hung up my bathrobe and again changed into my lingerie, hose and heels. I climbed back into bed between my two studs with my feet at the head of the bed so I could look at them and stroke their penises while we relaxed. I was glowing from all my orgasms but I was still ready for more sex. I finally wore out my guys after three rounds of cocksucking and fucking. It felt good to be such a dirty little whore, I couldn’t believe it had taken me so long to finally do it.
Kenneth bid us both good-night and left. Once we were alone, Philip and I had some more incredible sex—once that night and twice again the next morning. We couldn’t wait to get home and watch our new videotape, which got us even hornier and led to some more hot sex.
I hope that we can get together with Kenneth again. Maybe he can convince Phoebe to join us next time. Perhaps reading my letter might convince her and other women how much fun they can have with two men. Do I have any regrets? Just one: that I didn’t have my first threesome years ago. I have some catching up to do!—N.K., New Bedford, Massachusetts
TWO GIRLFRIENDS LUSTING AFTER ONE GUY? WHY NOT A THREEWAY MARRIAGE?
The summer after my junior year at college in the Pacific Northwest, I traveled with my friends Carol and Helen down to the Southern California home of Carol’s boyfriend, George.
It was a Thursday evening when we arrived at George’s huge seashore home. There we met his dad, Roger, a six-foot-five-inch muscular hunk, and Roger’s equally knockout girlfriend, June. We were all tired from twelve hours of driving, so George showed Helen and me to our room, and he and Carol retired to his room down the hall.
I soon found out that our bedroom was directly above the master bedroom. I was awakened around midnight by loud moans and screams of pleasure coming from the room below. I heard June moaning and begging Roger to “put it in.” When he did, she really started groaning and screaming, crying out, “You’re so big! I’m coming! You’re so big! Please come inside me!” After about forty minutes of this, he evidently did come inside her. She was moaning, “Thank you, thank you!”
The sounds were so exciting that I fingered myself to an orgasm before going back to sleep. But then I was awakened again by June’s now-familiar moans. She was begging Roger to let her suck him. She kept saying, “I want you to come in my mouth!” Then there was muffled moaning for about twenty minutes. As I pictured him fucking her mouth, I got so hot, I finger-fucked my pussy almost to the point of another orgasm.
After that, he must have started eating her. She screamed and cried and begged for him to fuck her with his big cock. My trusty finger brought me to a convulsive orgasm when he came again. Then they finally went to sleep, and I did too, wondering just how big Roger’s cock might be.
The next morning I was sitting on the pool deck reading the paper when Roger came back from a run. He was a huge man. I asked him his chest size, and he said it was fifty-eight inches; his waist was only thirty-eight. He also had the largest arms, the largest legs and the largest bulge in his crotch that I had ever seen. There was no fat on him, either, just one hundred percent man.
He sat down, and we started talking about all kinds of things. I found out that his brain was as large as the rest of him. I was so awestruck, I did not realize that my silk robe had fallen slightly open, exposing most of my breasts. To be honest, the fire in my cunt was so hot that I wanted to rip those running shorts off him and bury that bulge in my pussy. I stayed in a trance until the others showed up and joined us.
The rest of that Friday was fun. Helen, Carol, George and I played on the beach all day and were waited on by Roger’s maid and butler. That night we all went out dancing till about two in the morning, when the bar closed. We arrived home the same time as Roger and June, and we all went to bed. Soon I was again awakened by the moans and screams from downstairs. My cunt was on fire, and I fingered myself to the queen of orgasms before I got to sleep.
On Saturday morning I was by the pool again when Roger came back from running. When he spoke to me I was trembling inside but somehow stayed calm. He soon left to work out down at the gym he owned.
Around noon Carol, Helen, George and I went swimming in the pool. June joined us for a while, then left to go to the beauty salon. She had a fine, sexy body, but even more than her body, I envied her her nights with Roger!
When Roger came back from his gym, he joined us by the pool, entering the water like an Olympic diver. He challenged George and Carol to a “chicken fight.” He carried first Helen and then me on his shoulders while George carried Carol.
I nearly fainted when Roger put me on his shoulders. Just to feel those strong arms and to sit on those huge shoulders was almost orgasmic. George and Carol didn’t have a chance against Roger, no matter who he was carrying.
That night we went out, and all Helen could talk about was what a hunk Roger was. When we got home and went to bed, I told Helen to stay up for a while and listen. Around three in the morning the moans and screams were coming up in full force. I had my hand under the covers rubbing my clit, and when I looked her way, I saw that Helen was rubbing hers too.
The next day June had to leave for her job as a flight attendant. Roger took her to the airport, and when he came back, we all went to his gym. Helen and I were awestruck at how much bigger Roger was than anyone else there. When he started lifting weights, I practically came in my pants.
That night George, Carol, Helen and I went out to the local college bar, and we all got smashed. We were so high that around one in the morning we had to call Roger to come pick us up. He took us home and put us all to bed. He put George in his own bed, but put Carol in mine. He said I could sleep in his room, and he would sleep on the sofa.
I got into his bed, but after a while I felt like I wanted company—specifically Roger’s. So I put on a robe and went into the den, where he was sleeping in just a pair of thin running shorts. I went to him quietly and started to blow hot breath on his cock through his shorts. The shock of my life came when his cock kept growing and growing.
I had to see it, so I opened Roger’s shorts and found myself staring at a prick at least ten inches long and maybe three inches wide. It was huge!
I couldn’t stop myself. I had to suck on that cock. As I was struggling to get it in my mouth, Roger woke up. He looked at me in shock. I kept on sucking for all I was worth. He blew his load in about five minutes, and I swallowed as much come as I could. I kept right on sucking him, and in another five minutes he was hard again. Now I wanted him inside me.
I climbed up on his pole and started to work myself down on him. It took awhile, but I finally got all of him in me, and soon I was moaning and screaming just like June. When I reached orgasm, it was so powerful, I cried. Roger held me in his arms, and finally he came too. I was in love.
We woke up in each other’s arms the next morning, and we had another session, with me riding him again. I haven’t been so passionately aroused sexually for such a long time, and I got so loud, I was afraid I was waking everyone up. It was almost a relief when I finally came, after which Roger and I got up and showered together.
That afternoon I was lying by the pool when I felt Roger’s huge hands putting lotion on me. He turned me over and put it all over the exposed areas of my body. Then he asked if I would like to go see a movie that night, and I said we should ask Helen to go too. I knew she wanted Roger, and I thought she should have a chance.
So that night when we got home, I told Roger I was tired and went up to my room. After a while I heard him and Helen laughing and when I looked out my window I saw the two of them skinny-dipping in the pool. Soon after that I heard Helen moaning like crazy, and I knew she was getting what she wanted.
The next day we decided that we both loved Roger, so the two of us went to him and proposed a threeway marriage. Roger was happy to accept, and we have been together now for five years. Roger and I were married in America, and he and Helen were married in Haiti. Helen and I have graduated from college.
By the way, George
and Carol got married too, and live down the street from us. So we are really one big happy family.—O.F., La Jolla, California
A SMALL-TOWN COUPLE GOES TO THE BIG CITY AND SWINGS WITH “THE WELCOME CHAIN”
In appearance, Rachel and I are your average small-town churchgoing couple. But appearances are deceiving.
Before we got married, I sensed that Rachel was passionate and adventurous. Although we both grew up in small towns, my four years in the military had given me a chance to experience a lot of wild nightlife. After our honeymoon, I knew I was one lucky man. Although my wife wasn’t experienced at sex, she had a wild passion for it, in spite of her very conservative upbringing.
Rachel has red hair that looks almost bright orange, and green eyes that dance with mischievousness and laughter. She has a narrow waist and smooth, firm hips that I can’t keep my hands away from. Her legs are long and as shapely as a dancer’s. Her breasts are large and firm, with nipples that get hard as rocks when they are even the slightest bit excited.
Rachel took to sex like a duck to water. Her adventurous nature expressed itself fully in our sexual activities. Every time I introduced her to something new, she always found it exciting.
The first time I brought home Penthouse Letters, I wasn’t sure how she was going to react. I left it out where she would see it. The next day when I came home from work, she was sitting naked in our easy chair. Her feet were on the seat, her legs spread apart, and her cunt was wide open, its lips wet and shiny.
She looked at me with her eyes full of lust and said, “Get naked and fuck my brains out!”
In a flash I stripped, laid her on her back on the floor and sank my dick in her pussy. When I hit bottom, she started coming. I pounded her for about five minutes, then exploded. She reached climax with me.
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