The sexual tension became evident even as her husband introduced us. To preserve their anonymity I’ll call them Eddie and Brenda. As Eddie burbled on about where they had been and where they had been trying to go, Brenda and I took each other in. There was no doubt that I was attracted to her, and I had the definite impression that the feeling was reciprocated.
Even Eddie could not have been unaware of the electricity between us, and his attitude seemed to be ambivalent. He was obviously proud of his trophy wife, and was in the habit of putting her on display as an ornament for his ego. However, it was evident that having a barbaric Neanderthal such as myself lusting after his pretty young bride unnerved him. I knew that his discomfiture was partially the result of his prejudice against rednecks. But I also suspected that he was perceptive enough to realize that such a virile and potent stud might be quite adept in the art of seducing married women.
After transferring the couple’s luggage from their vehicle to mine, I drove over to retrieve the elk which I had shot. Eddie was awed when I casually lifted the huge carcass and heaved it into the cargo bed of my truck.
During dinner I learned that the couple had no children; apparently their efforts to start a family had been unsuccessful. The doctors had told them that while Brenda was perfectly healthy, Eddie’s sperm count was rather low. Somehow this did not surprise me.
When dinner was over, Eddie announced that he was going to bed, because the long drive combined with the excitement of running off the road had left him so fatigued that the wine was affecting him more than usual. This seemed strange, because I had noticed that he had consumed only one glass. Brenda, on the other hand, had consumed quite a bit of wine, because her husband had surreptitiously refilled her glass whenever it ran low, and she was definitely inebriated. She was also disappointed that her spouse wanted to go to bed early, until he suggested that since I probably didn’t get visitors very often, she should be a gracious guest and stay up with me, so that I could have the pleasure of her company.
Although I wasn’t really comfortable with the idea of seducing a married woman while her husband was in the same house, I’ve never been one to look a gift horse in the mouth. I made small talk with Brenda for a while, and when I felt the time was right, I suggested that we might be more comfortable if we moved from the dining room to the living room, where we could enjoy some brandy in front of the fireplace. This tactic worked even better than I had planned. Brenda not only agreed, she decided we should sit on the bearskin rug rather than the couch. It seemed only natural for me to sit close to her and to put my arm around her shoulders as I regaled her with the tale of how I had shot the very bear on whose skin we were sitting.
Brenda was fascinated by the soft rug, and kicked her shoes off so that she could savor the sensation of the luxuriant fur against her nylon-clad feet. Discreetly, she pulled the back of her dress up so that the bare skin of her upper thighs could also feel the soft, warm texture. Her effort at modesty failed when she sat with her knees bent, which caused the front of her dress to slide up to her waist revealing her pubic mound. The fabric of her skimpy panties was almost as sheer as her stockings. I must confess that it was difficult to look at her face, rather than at the barely concealed patch of dark pubic hair, as we talked.
My next step was to rest my hand, as casually as possible, on Brenda’s lifted knees; and when she didn’t object I began to massage them gently. Our conversation waned as I caressed her knees, and she soon parted her thighs, inviting me to explore her softer flesh. When my wandering hands finally found her pubic mound, she giggled and told me that I was being a naughty boy. I replied by bending down to kiss her.
She hesitated only a moment before parting her lips to welcome my tongue. As we kissed I hooked a finger in the crotch of her panties. Brenda broke our kiss to protest that I shouldn’t, because she was a married woman, but she made no effort to resist as I pulled the garment over her hips, down her thighs and past her knees to her ankles. She made no further objection when I began to caress her naked vagina, inserting first one, then two of my thick fingers between her well-lubricated lips.
Confident that Brenda’s lust had overcome her inhibitions about violating her marriage vows, I moved between her thighs and reached down to unleash my penis from the confines of my pants. She didn’t protest until she felt my glans starting to stretch her vaginal lips. Then she suddenly pushed me away, saying that she couldn’t commit adultery. She explained that she felt it would be especially cruel for her to cheat on her husband when he was already humiliated by his inability to give her a baby. I told her that I would use a condom if she was worried that I would impregnate her, but she replied that she was refusing me because she didn’t want to become an adulteress, not because she was worried about getting pregnant.
Brenda was actually embarrassed about refusing me, and apologized to me for being a tease. She explained that while she found me attractive, and would like to do something to thank me for rescuing her and her husband, she simply was reluctant to commit adultery. My burning desire for her inspired me to suggest that there was something else she could do for me, which wouldn’t require her actually to have intercourse. Brenda blushed with embarrassment as she confessed that she had never pleasured a man orally before, not even her husband. But she would be willing to do it for me.
After a moment of hesitation, she reached down to take my penis in her dainty little hand, appraising its length and heft. She seemed fascinated by my foreskin, and she toyed with it timidly. Finally she bent down to tentatively kiss and lick my glans. She inserted her tongue under the foreskin and savored her first taste of smegma. Then she took my glans in her mouth and began to suck on it gently. Although she tried valiantly, she couldn’t take in more than a few inches of the shaft. Eventually she became frustrated and apologized for not being able to deep-throat me properly. I assured her that it was okay, because even the most experienced fellatrix I had ever been with had been unable to take more than half of my massive member into her mouth.
I gave Brenda another deep, lingering kiss, then bent down to kiss her pretty knees. She lay back as I began to kiss my way up her thighs and past her stocking tops to her bare, pale flesh. I playfully nuzzled her pubic hair, inhaling her fragrance deeply. I started off by kissing and licking her before inserting my tongue between her vaginal lips. The flavor of her succulent young womanhood was ambrosia to me.
I’ve always taken pride in the extraordinary length of my tongue, and Brenda was first startled, then excited as I penetrated her deeper and deeper. As she lifted her pelvis off the floor, imploring me to fuck her with my tongue, I began to suspect that I was delving deeper than her husband’s penis had ever reached. It would have been easy for me to bring her to climax orally, but at this point I intended to withhold that pleasure from her, in hopes that her desire would overcome her inhibitions about intercourse. I toyed with her by repeatedly bringing her to the verge of orgasm, then letting her down until she was moaning with frustration.
Brenda didn’t protest when I finally withdrew my tongue and moved between her knees to mount her. Although her ankles were still entangled in her panties, she eagerly parted her thighs for me and instinctively tilted her pelvis at exactly the right angle. A trickle of pre-come was already leaking from my penis, and I rubbed the fluid around her vaginal lips to enhance their lubrication before pressing my swollen glans between them.
Although it was now obvious that she wanted this as much as I did, I could sense a moment of doubtful hesitation as I slowly entered her. However, when I paused she reached down to grab my butt cheeks, urging me to go on. I carefully applied more pressure, penetrating deeper and deeper into her vagina. I was only halfway in when she finally reached climax. As Brenda’s body convulsed in orgasm, her surprisingly powerful pelvic muscles gripped me so tightly that I felt faint. Her vagina relaxed when her climax subsided, and I exploited the opportunity to plunge my penis deeper, until I had opened her all the way to the hilt.
Brenda moaned with pleasure, and then told me breathlessly that it was now her turn to pleasure me. She said that while she would enjoy sucking me off, she would prefer to give me an orgasm with her vagina. When I told her that I would prefer that too, she asked me to roll over. I did so slowly and carefully, taking her with me, so that we were still connected as I lay on my back, with Brenda now straddling my hips.
Wanting to fully admire Brenda’s nubile body, I unbuttoned her dress and pushed it over her shoulders. Her skimpy bra was made out of the same flimsy fabric as her panties, so the cups did little to conceal her nipples and areolae. As she began to ride my penis with long, languid strokes, I noticed that the clasp was conveniently located in front. I reached up to release her breasts, and slipped the bra over her shoulders. Although her breasts were not enormous, they were accentuated by the daintiness of her petite body. Tipped by pert nipples which were surrounded by small, pink areolae, they were shaped and positioned so exquisitely that I was certain no surgeon could claim credit for them. The way they bounced so freely in response to the movements of her body reminded me of gazelles frolicking on a mountainside. As she continued to ride my penis, I reached up to cradle those breasts in the palms of my hands, savoring the soft warmth of her female flesh.
I would have thought it impossible for my assignation with Brenda to become any more exciting than it already was—until I happened to glance upward, to see Eddie, her husband, standing on the balcony watching us.
The traditional response for a married man who has caught his spouse with another is either to retreat in humiliation and shame, or to angrily interrupt, and perhaps engage the interloper in violent confrontation. Eddie, however, reacted in the manner of so many of those willing cuckolds that I read about so frequently in Penthouse Letters. The expression on his face revealed that he was intensely aroused, and his robe was open to reveal his puny penis, which he was massaging absentmindedly as he watched me making love to his wife.
As Brenda increased the pace of our coupling, moving faster and faster in a kind of frenzy, I shifted my attention from her husband to the sensations she was producing in my penis, and throughout my body. I was ready to come, but I waited until I could feel her pelvic muscles beginning to contract as she reached her second orgasm before I allowed myself to climax. As I did, I loudly announced the fact, so that her husband would know that I was starting to squirt my sperm into his wife’s vagina.
The expression on Brenda’s face, and her screams of pleasure, left no doubt of her orgasmic ecstasy as she felt the first few spurts of my semen shooting into her. I pulled her closer to me and penetrated her even deeper as we both savored the intensity of our pleasure.
As I finished ejaculating, semen began to leak down my shaft. I could feel her vaginal muscles still spasming as her prolonged orgasm gradually subsided, and I knew that those contractions were pumping my sperm deeper into her womb.
As Brenda and I relaxed, savoring the pleasure of our first coupling, I glanced up at the balcony to see what Eddie was doing. He was furiously masturbating his puny penis, and I soon saw his tiny testicles quivering as a meager stream of semen squirted onto the floor. He became suddenly embarrassed when he saw me looking up at him, and realized that I had been aware of his presence.
I just smiled at him as he closed his robe to conceal himself, and after a moment he seemed to relax. We had reached a tacit mutual understanding of the situation. He had declared open season on his wife, making her fair game for me. However, he evidently didn’t want Brenda to know that he was aware of her infidelity and didn’t object. He gave me a thumbs-up gesture before quietly retreating to his room.
As I contemplated what had occurred, I realized that I had just had the most profoundly satisfying sexual experience of my entire life. The fact that Brenda was so extraordinarily beautiful had certainly enhanced my excitement, but the main reason the encounter was so gratifying was because I knew her husband had been covertly observing.
Brenda and I made love two more times that night before she finally joined Eddie in bed, again when she joined me in the shower the next morning, and several more times when Eddie went into town to get some parts for his vehicle. (I graciously allowed him to use my truck for the trip. Since he was allowing me to use his wife, it seemed only fair.) When they finally left she gave me a deep open-mouthed kiss, which Eddie did not object to.
As I said at the beginning, I recently received a card from Eddie and Brenda, telling me that they were doing fine and were pleased to announce that Brenda was now pregnant. I was pretty certain that Eddie was not the father, and that he knew who was. Brenda too. In the card they asked if I would be willing to have them as guests again in about two years. They didn’t say so, but I suspect they’re thinking about providing the kid with a younger sibling. Needless to say, they will always be welcome in my home.
—J.Y., Cody, Wyoming
HE IS TOO LARGE FOR MOST WOMEN, BUT SHE IS EAGER TO ACCEPT THE CHALLENGE
When my wife Liz and I logged onto a sex club site on the Internet and read some of the personal ads, it was out of curiosity rather than any intent to respond. Not that we are prudes. Several times an acquaintance has fucked my beautiful red-haired wife while I have watched from concealment. It is a very sexual turn-on for both of us, but we had never actually thought of joining a sex club.
One particular ad, however, caught my wife’s attention. It had been placed by a young, muscular black man with a very large cock. His name was Rob, and he was seeking an attractive white woman willing to try to take his big penis. The ad said that most girls were afraid to take his cock and had refused to fuck him.
Liz considered this a challenge, and decided to respond to the ad. She sent him an e-mail saying that she was twenty-three years old, white, a redhead and married. She said she admired his large cock and would love to give it a try. She told him she enjoyed having her large tits sucked, and having her pussy played with. She also made it clear that if they got together, I would be present at all times.
Rob replied, saying that he was anxious to get together, and we arranged to meet at a motel. I reserved a room, and when the time came Rob showed up on schedule.
It was a little awkward at first. Liz and Rob sat on one of the twin beds, making small talk, while I sat on the other. After a while Rob asked Liz if it would be okay if he started feeling her up. She said she would like that. They lay back on the bed, facing each other. Liz had kicked off her high heels. She was wearing a short dress with buttons down the front. She was braless, but had on thong panties and black nylon stockings.
Rob pushed her dress up to her panties. The narrow strap of the thong was buried in the crack of her ass, and only a thin triangle of white cloth covered her hairy pussy. He lightly stroked her nylon-encased legs, letting his hands slide over the smooth skin of her bare ass. Liz murmured her pleasure. He slowly unbuttoned the top of her dress, revealing her firm tits. Liz removed the dress and Rob admired her beautiful body. Then he stood up and removed his clothes. His massive black cock was hard and sticking straight out, looking unbelievably long and thick.
When he removed Liz’s panties and started feeling her pussy a wave of excitement surged through my body, and my cock was rock-hard with the knowledge that this black stranger was going to fuck my wife. I picked up the discarded panties and began to rub my cock with them.
Rob now knelt between her widespread legs, and she guided the head of his cock to the opening of her cunt. He slowly worked the massive head inside her, and even more slowly pushed it further up her cunt, asking her if it felt okay. She replied that it felt real good. It seemed incredible to me that she was able to take the full length of him up her cunt, but that’s what she did, moaning with pleasure all the time.
He began to fuck her with long, full strokes, slowly at first. Liz’s pussy was stretched tightly around his huge pole. I watched her cunt lips being pulled out with each withdrawal, and then being pushed back in as he plunged deep inside
her. His huge sack was the size of a baseball. I watched it slap against the crack of my wife’s ass as their bodies came together.
Liz moaned and squealed with delight as he fucked her hot, tight pussy. “Oh, yes, that’s it!” she cried. “Fuck my pussy, oh, you are so good! Oh, fuck me!”
“Oh yeah, baby,” Rob replied. “Oh, your pussy is so fine! Oh yes, oh fuck yes, baby, I’m going to come in your pussy!”
“Oh yes, come in my pussy!” Liz pleaded. “I want to feel it!”
Rob groaned loudly and collapsed on top of her. I saw his ass muscles twitching, and I knew he was shooting his load deep inside her cunt. I was masturbating furiously, and now I shot my own load into Liz’s silky panties.
We all rested for a while, and then I told Liz I wanted to fuck her. But she asked me to wait a while, because she wanted Rob again. With a big grin Rob got back on top of her. He seemed delighted to have found a woman who could take his huge cock, and he was going to take advantage of it. I was frustrated, but at the same time it was thrilling to see my wife getting so much pleasure out of being fucked.
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