She leaned out the door and called to him. He came over to her side. From where he stood looking down at her, I knew he could see her exposed titties almost down to her rosy, erect nipples. She told him that I wanted her to do something nice for him. She fondled his dick through his pants. He just smiled.
“Ooh,” she said. “A nice big one. Would you like me to suck that big fat dick of yours?”
The man’s smile widened. He undid his pants and pulled out his dick. When she saw it, she said, “Oh, this will be fun! It’s not the biggest I’ve had, but it’s a beauty.” She ran her fingers over his balls and said: “I hope you have a lot of come in your balls. I just love come.”
She raised her delightful ass up in the air, raised her miniskirt over her hips and swiftly pulled off her panties. Then she parted her legs and slipped a finger into her open, glistening pussy. Bending down, she flickered her tongue over the head of his dick and slid it around the shaft, teasing him, then slowly engulfed his erect member with her mouth. It was quite a turn-on to see her red lips undulate over the stranger’s dick. It was about the size of mine, but possibly a bit thicker. She started thrusting her finger in and out of her pussy as her mouth moved up and down the length of his saliva-slick shaft.
After a few minutes of this, my own cock was so hard it could have broken rocks! She began to moan incoherently and then came hard. The smell of her pussy juice was intoxicating. After she came, she pulled his dick out of her mouth, jacking it with her hand and moaning, “Mmm, your cock tastes so good! Please come for me, baby. I’ve got to have your come!”
She began to suck him again, squeezing his balls with one hand and stroking the base of his shaft with the other. She sucked him wildly, as though she was trying to literally pull his come out with the suction of her lips. At last she drew her mouth off his cock, but held it wide open as she pumped the throbbing pole with her hand. And now he came, spewing his jism into her eager gaping mouth.
I watched her swallowing everything he gave her, gulping down each spurt of come as it splashed into her mouth. When his spasms slowed, she slipped his dick back between her lips and sucked hard, draining out the last drops. Pulling away again, she swallowed slowly this time, savoring the taste of his sperm. Then she smiled at him languorously and told him his come was the sweetest she had ever tasted. The man thanked her, zipped himself up, picked up his tire tool, got back in his truck and drove away. My wife and I went home and fucked all night long.—R.T., Springfield, Massachusetts
WHEN SHE SAYS, “WILL YOU FUCK ME WHILE MY HUSBAND WATCHES?” CAN HE SAY NO?
One night while out with my friends at a local nightclub, I was approached by a woman in her late forties who asked me to dance. I accepted and danced several numbers with her. As we were dancing she explained to me that she and her husband were swingers, and that he liked to watch her being fucked by another man. Then she asked me if I would be interested in fucking her while her husband watched.
I was kind of surprised that a woman was asking me to fuck her, and definitely surprised that she wanted me to fuck her in front of her husband. However, with a hard cock, I agreed.
When we arrived at their house we made small talk for a short time, and then she leaned over and kissed me. I felt slightly strange, but the strangeness soon turned to anticipation. Here I was about to fuck this married woman right in front of her husband. It was sort of like, “Yeah, that’s right, I am kissing your wife directly in front of you. Not only that, but I am about to have my cock buried balls-deep in your wife’s pussy while you watch.”
Our hands roamed each other’s body, and soon we were both naked on their bed. We lay close to each other and felt each other all over. Her husband watched as my hands caressed her tits, ass and pussy. He just watched, he never even jerked himself off.
Then she lay on her back, spread her legs and pulled me on top of her. As I crawled between her legs I became very excited and could not wait to have her. I started fucking her with long slow strokes. Then I teased her by fucking her with just the head of my dick for a few minutes, before going at her again with everything I had.
Then I turned her over on all fours. I moved up behind her and started fucking her doggie-style. I wondered what her husband was thinking while watching his wife on her hands and knees with her tits shaking as a strange man fucked her from behind. It did not take long for me to blow my load into this man’s wife.
Afterward we talked for a while, and then I went home. I have been fucking her now for five months, usually once or twice a month and usually in front of her husband. She has come over to my apartment twice without him, but on those occasions she calls him on the phone so he can listen. She is slightly more vocal during those times. I try to say little things like, “Roll over so we can do it doggie-style.” Or, “I love it when you lick my balls.” I like him hearing those things, and I think he does too.
Maybe one day I will introduce her to some of my friends. We can all take turns fucking her while her husband listens.—Y.E., Trenton, New Jersey
HE WATCHES IN AWE AS HIS YOUNG FRIEND SEDUCES AN OLDER MARRIED WOMAN
The event that I’m about to relate happened twenty years ago, but it’s still very fresh in my mind.
A little background on the principal participants. My neighbor, Irene, was a forty-five-year-old career woman with a very high-level job as assistant to the president of a company. Her husband was a wealthy businessman who always seemed to be working. She was always immaculately well dressed, and possessed high and, I thought, unshakable morals. She stood five feet eight inches, with long beautiful legs, a full 36DD bust and a pretty face with green eyes and short wavy blonde hair.
My younger brother had a friend named Barney, a weird baby-faced guy of eighteen, with a good build, but a really goofball personality. My brother and I used to make fun of him when he hung around our house, but Irene always defended him, and we teased her about having a crush on him. She said he seemed like such a good boy; but my brother and I had heard him brag on numerous occasions about his many conquests of the opposite sex.
One hot Friday evening I was visiting with Irene at her house. It was a large house with a swimming pool, a pool-house and a patio, surrounded by evergreens. She had turned on the sprinklers to water the lawn around the pool. As I got ready to go Irene casually mentioned that Barney would be dropping by to chat. He had been away at college and was now back in town. Irene said she was going to shower and get into a bathing suit before he came.
As I started to walk home, it hit me: this crazy friend of my brother’s was going to try to seduce my neighbor! I hadn’t gone another block before I saw him drive by me. I stopped and thought for a moment. I wondered if this guy could really seduce a forty-five-year-old married woman. Then I turned around, my curiosity and my naturally voyeuristic nature getting the best of me.
I went in through the back gate of Irene’s house. The chucka-chucka noise of the sprinklers covered my advance to the evergreen hedge surrounding the patio. There was a gap there through which I could see the pool and the lighted area of the patio where Barney sat with Irene. Their lounging chairs were pushed close together, and they were talking softly.
Irene’s hair was wet, but she was wearing a mid-thigh terrycloth robe instead of a suit. Did she plan that? I wondered. Or had Barney arrived before she could get the suit on?
They each had a glass of wine which they sipped as they talked. I remembered that Irene had had a couple of glasses with me earlier on. She was smiling as she listened to Barney’s stories. When she accepted a cigarette from him, she leaned forward for a light. Even from where I was standing I could see at least six or seven inches of cleavage, and it was obvious that she was naked under the robe.
Irene settled back in her chair, her glass of wine in one hand, the cigarette in the other. Barney then leaned close to her to whisper in her ear, and she laughed. She turned to face him, and he moved in quickly and began to kiss her. The kiss was light at first, but then he
began using his tongue. Although she seemed startled initially, she just sat there, letting this guy French her. I knew then, as he kept the lingering kiss going, that he had her!
His left hand moved up and gently cradled her neck as his right slowly moved to the belt of her terry robe. He smoothly pulled at one end of it until it fell free. The robe gaped a bit, but it still covered her tits.
His mouth slid from her lips down to her neck as his right hand moved to her shoulder, then slipped under her robe and down her arm. This caused her left breast to become completely exposed. He looked down at the round globe and moved his hand directly to her extended nipple. Grasping it between his thumb and forefinger, he started gently pulling and tweaking the pink bud. He was apparently dialing the right erotic station, because she was moaning softly now.
His mouth went back to hers, kissing her long and deep as his right hand roamed over both her massive tits. When he tired of squeezing and stroking her breasts, his hand moved to her right leg. He shifted still closer to her on his chair and lifted that leg to rest over one of his, the movement bringing Irene to the edge of her chair, and exposing her vagina.
This guy was good, real good. I didn’t know how far Irene would let this go, but as Barney’s right hand slid with feather-soft caresses along her upper thigh, her left leg moved to the side, leaving her wet fleshy pussy open to my view. And what a view! Of course I had never seen my neighbor’s vagina before, and it was amazing! The lips were long and distended, wet with arousal. My cock was painfully hard in my shorts, but I couldn’t move to release it.
Barney continued to run his fingers up and down her widespread thighs, without touching her wet cunt. He even paused to play leisurely with her beautiful tits again before moving his teasing hands back to her thighs, within an inch of her soft and dripping pussy.
Irene had set down her wine and cigarette, and now put a hand behind Barney’s head and pulled him to her breast, moaning again as he gently licked and sucked her long nipples. Her other hand gripped the side of the chair as she implored him to touch her excited pussy.
Finally he slid a hand up to the dripping orifice and gently pulled at her puffy red lips. His fingers moved up to her clit, and she came, her body shaking slightly. He continued his assault on her pussy, teasing and exploring at his own pace. He slid a finger into her and flicked her clit with his thumb. After a few seconds she climaxed again. There was no doubt he had her hot as a pistol.
She hugged him to her and kissed him. Then she stood up, took his hand and led him toward the poolhouse. His dick made a large tent in his shorts as he stood up, and she laughed at it.
After they were inside I moved quietly to the side of the poolhouse, grabbing a chair on my way. The front windows were curtained but the side windows were slanted glass, open and uncovered. Standing on the chair, I got an unobstructed view down into the room.
As Irene stood drinking her wine, her robe hanging open, Barney came up behind her. He had stripped off his shorts and T-shirt, and his big cock swung back and forth as he moved. Irene set the wine down as he encircled her in his arms. He reached for her heaving tits with one hand and pulled the robe off and down her arms with the other. She gasped as he pressed his big dick against her ass cheeks. Her hands reached up and back to caress his head while lie kissed up and down her neck. Both his hands went to her breasts now, first weighing them and kneading them from underneath, then stroking upward to the nipple and rubbing the stiff nubbins in slow sensuous circles.
My new position afforded me more freedom with less chance of detection. I released my hard dick from my shorts and stroked it slowly as I drank in the erotic scene before me.
There was an old sofa in the poolhouse, and they sank down onto it, Barney’s hands still playing with her breasts. As he stroked them he told her that she had the most beautiful tits he had ever seen. Then he started telling her about a time a while ago when we had been over to her house and found her doing laundry. She had been wearing a tight, thin cotton nightshirt as she transferred the laundry from washer to dryer. He said she really blew his mind as she bent over in front of him, revealing both tits clear to her nipples. He said he had to leave the room after about ten minutes of watching her huge tits roll around in the thin shirt. He didn’t want her to see his hard-on. She smiled when he told her that, and reached out to take hold of his big dick.
“My God, this thing is huge!” Irene said as she ran-her hand up and down Barney’s glistening rod. Saying that she wanted to repay him for the orgasms he had given her, she leaned forward and kissed his cockhead, then began to suck and lick it as she stroked her hand up and down his wet pole. It must have been about ten inches long, and was so thick that she couldn’t quite get her hand around it. But she worked at her chore with zest, and soon ribbons of come were shooting straight up out of Barney’s spasming prick. Irene backed off to avoid getting hit by it, but she did rub the thick milky fluid up and down his shaft and over his legs and stomach as he continued to spurt.
Now Barney told her he wanted to go down on her and taste her cunt. Irene smiled at him, then lay back on the couch and spread her legs. Barney dived right into her wet spot. I couldn’t actually see what he was doing, but I could hear the juicy, slurpy sounds he made as he ate her out. After a few minutes of this he moved her into the corner of the couch, which angled her body toward me and gave me a better view. It also allowed Barney to place her left leg over the back of the sofa, giving him easier access. He slid down to the floor, stroking his cock with his left hand while caressing her cunt lips with the right. Then he moved in and began to lick her pussy, moving his tongue from the bottom of her slit up to her clitoris, and flicking it teasingly over the stiff little button. Alternately he would suck on her puffy cunt lips.
After a few minutes of this great tongue action, Irene hung her left arm over the back of the couch, her right hand gripping the cushion beneath her. Her head fell back, and little rasping noises emerged from her throat as this young stud continued to eat her cunt. I had to admit he was good. Between his oral ministrations his fingertips trailed up and down her pussy from her asshole to her clit. Irene sucked in air and her mouth opened in a round O. Her tits rolled in big circles on her heaving chest. Her eyes slid back in her head, and she came big time, her body jerking and twitching as she spasmed wildly out of control.
Barney lifted his wet face from her snatch and surveyed his handiwork. He had just given an older woman a first-class suck. Irene’s eyes had a glazed look and her breathing was still heavy. I don’t even like this’ guy, I thought to myself, but hey, hats off to him. He satisfied a married woman.
Barney’s prick was stiff and throbbing again. He climbed up on the couch between Irene’s thighs and began to rub his cock on her pussy. She moaned softly, closing her eyes as she savored this new sensation. Barney drew his piece back and forth over her super-wet cunt, between her engorged labia. Her moans got louder, and sensing the time was right, Barney positioned his cock-head at her wide entrance and eased his hips slowly forward, sliding his prick into her. Her little groans continued as he slowly let his massive cock slide up her channel.
Irene’s eyes came open now, and she lifted her head and looked down to see her young lover’s big cock buried to the hilt in her pussy. “Yes …” she cried out. “Oh God, yes …” Barney smiled at her and told her she was beautiful, and as he spoke he pulled that big torpedo almost all the way out of her and slid it all the way back. Again and again his shiny spear made its lusty unhurried journey back and forth in her clutching passage. He fucked her that way until she begged him to do it harder. Then he speeded up a little, obviously savoring the feel of her cunt quivering around his shaft. Her big round tits did a crazy dance as his rhythmic thrusts caused them to jiggle and flop around and bounce off each other and roll in circles.
Irene’s head lolled back against the arm of the couch. Her eyes had glazed over once more as Barney plowed her loudly slurping pussy again and again. He fucked for a goo
d twenty minutes, slowly building up speed, until she came in a gush, and he pulled his sword from her tight sheath and erupted in hot white streams across her tits and belly.
They hugged and kissed each other, and as they lay together on the couch I got down from my perch and went home, amazed at the seduction I had just witnessed. I left the chair where it was, and a large stream of come against the wall. I don’t know if she ever found them, or if she suspected someone had been watching.
I also don’t know if she had actually planned on seducing Barney, or being seduced by him, but I do know that all three of us had a great ride!—G.U., Oxford, Mississippi
A PROUD VOYEUR RECALLS A NIGHT AT THE DRIVE-IN WITH OL’ SLICK STICK
I’ll cut through the bull and get right down to the nitty-gritty. I’m a voyeur. Okay? What follows is one of my experiences as a voyeur from my twenty years of marriage.
Now, my wife Angela may not have the world’s biggest boobs, and she may not be the most beautiful woman on earth. But one thing she does have is sex appeal, and a lot of it, according to everybody who meets her. She has a very pretty smile, nice legs, a small waist and a beautiful round ass.
Actually, that’s what turns me on, her nice butt, which goes with her sex appeal and personality. One time, we went out riding around with a friend of ours named Steven, who was usually known as Stick. After a while we decided to go to the local drive-in theater. We didn’t actually go inside the drive-in parking area. We parked behind it. Back there, there were bushes and trees and tire tracks. That was where you would go to make out and also be able to see the show for free.
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