“Sounds good,” he said. “By the way, my name’s Ralph.”
“Orin,” I returned, shaking his hand. He was about six feet two and weighed around two hundred pounds, and he was dark-haired and handsome in a gray suit. He glanced at my wedding band.
“Are you out fooling around, or are you one of those husbands who likes to watch!”
“The latter,” I responded, as we walked down the hall toward the big club room. “But if it bothers you, I’ll stay out of it.”
He shrugged. “Well, it would be a first for me, but hey, I’m game if your wife attracts me.”
As we approached the table where Sharon was sitting, Ralph softly murmured, “Wow.” Sharon is five feet eight, one hundred thirty-five pounds, with a 35-27-37 figure. She has a beautiful all-over tan, long, long legs and a sharp-featured face with sparkling brown eyes. Her blonde hair is cut short and stylishly coiffed. She had on a black party dress that featured a pleated miniskirt and spaghetti straps. Her nipples showed plainly through the thin fabric, even in the dim light; my wife never wears underwear when we go out dancing. Her eyes gleamed as she surveyed Ralph.
“Sharon, this is Ralph,” I said as we got to the table.
“Hi, Ralph. Want to dance?” Sharon said, smiling at him. As she got up, Ralph’s eyes traveled hungrily over her legs, exposed from mid-thigh down to her black high heels.
“Love to,” he answered, and they moved to the dance floor, where Sharon melted into his arms. Their bodies pressed together, and I saw her smile lewdly at something he said. By the end of the number she was French-kissing him shamelessly, and both his hands cupped her buttocks. My cock was stiff as they returned to our table, his arm around her waist, his fingers splayed brazenly across her gently curved belly.
“We’re going to our house,” my wife told me, her eyes hot. “I’ll ride with Ralph. You lead the way.” Trying to conceal the obvious hard-on in my pants, I led the way to the parking lot. As I drove, I glanced in the rearview mirror at Ralph’s car following me. I saw them kissing, the car swerving as he tried to keep one eye on the road. About halfway home, I glanced at the mirror again. This time I saw Ralph but not Sharon, and I knew that she must be sucking his cock. A familiar feeling of super-excitement flooded through me, and I unzipped my pants to free my painfully swollen prick.
When we pulled into our driveway, I shut off the engine and started for the front door. But nobody got out of Ralph’s Cadillac. I walked back to the big sedan, but I could see nothing through the frosted windows. I opened the door on the passenger side, and light flooded the interior. I caught my breath at the tableau it revealed.
Sharon’s dress was bunched around her waist, her tanned knees splayed wide. Ralph’s left hand was gliding back and forth between her lovely thighs, three of his fingers embedded in her juicy, hairy quim. Her right breast was wet, saliva dripping off the hardened nipple, and Ralph was now suckling the left one. My sexy wife had both hands wrapped around an absolutely unbelievable erection, four or five inches protruding from her double-fisted grasp. The gigantic, purplish cockhead was smeared with her scarlet lipstick, and I saw traces of it a good five inches down the veined, throbbing shaft.
“Look at this, Orin,” Sharon said, her voice filled with awe and anticipation as she indicated the monstrous penis in her grip.
“Jesus Christ!” I whispered, my own eight-inch rod bobbing in the open air.
“Your wife has a great mouth,” Ralph grinned, removing his dripping fingers from my spouse’s flowing snatch. Sharon’s sweet fragrance filled the car.
“Come on,” I croaked, helping Sharon out of the car, her right hand gripping my drooling prick. Ralph got out of his side and came around the front to join us, his leviathan limb bobbing ponderously. Sharon let go of my dick to grasp his, and pushed me ahead of them. They kissed and nuzzled as I unlocked the door and switched on the lights. Once inside, Sharon immediately led the way to our bedroom, Ralph’s left hand kneading her left buttock, his right fondling her wet nipples. I slid my hand between my wife’s thighs as she mounted the stairs, and she moaned into Ralph’s mouth.
In the bedroom, I shed my clothes in seconds as Sharon yanked the coverlet and sheet off onto the floor and dropped onto the bed, splaying her thighs wide, her high-heeled shoes still on her feet. Her brown eyes were blazing with lust, and she was practically panting as Ralph slowly disrobed, evidently enjoying my wife’s raw desire.
“Do you like big cocks?” he grinned, dropping his pants and shorts and stepping out of them.
“I love them,” Sharon whispered, her eyes glued to his pulsing pole. I thought of John Holmes as I viewed Ralph’s monster schlong. It was easily as thick as my spouse’s wrist, and its swollen, oozing glans was slightly smaller than a racquetball. Naked, Ralph got on the bed. Sharon’s hands grasped and guided him, her knees pulled up almost to her shoulders. In amazed fascination I watched the huge cockhead pressing against my wife’s sticky, hairy quim. Then, with a flex of Ralph’s muscular butt and a corresponding hunch of Sharon’s naked hips, the bulbous appendage penetrated her.
A great cry of passion and delight was torn from my wife’s lips as her eyes went wide, along with her mouth. Then Ralph began hunching into her with quick, powerful movements, his mammoth member slowly disappearing up inside her, as I watched with mounting excitement. The long, low, lust-laden wail of joyous pleasure continued to issue from her throat as the huge prong plowed deeper, stopping only when she drew breath. Her eyes never left her lover’s as her hips and butt worked avidly to help him penetrate her more fully. My cock throbbed with savage lust as I watched my nude spouse fuck this stranger so eagerly, but along with my desire I felt a genuine happiness at her obvious enjoyment, and even a gratitude toward Ralph for giving her such thrills.
He was halfway inside her now, and I watched in awe as his giant dong spread her dripping quim as widely as any cock ever had. Trickles of cunt juice were flowing down over her ass cheeks, and each short thrust of Ralph’s prodigious prong seemed to bring fresh nectar oozing from her overflowing honeypot. Ralph’s gasping and panting, along with the expression of pure lust on his face, told me that Sharon wasn’t the only one reaching the pinnacle of sexual satisfaction. Deeper, deeper, deeper the wondrous wand plowed, dilating my wife’s sticky twat to the max. I glanced at her face as all but an inch of Ralph’s tremendous tool disappeared inside her, checking for any expression of discomfort, but all I saw there was a look of pure rapture and delight.
Then this attractive stranger was buried in my wife, his veined, wrist-thick scimitar fully encased in her flowing sheath, his balls resting against her anus. He stopped his hunching and held himself still, grinning down at my naked, panting spouse.
“Feel good?” he asked hoarsely.
“Oh baby, it’s the best feeling of my life!” Sharon exclaimed. Her voice was charged with excitement, lust and gratitude, her eyes fastened worshipfully on his. With a sudden movement, Ralph now withdrew his cock, which was sticky and shining with her pussy juice. Sharon gave a moan of disappointment, and her face reflected her frustration. With both hands she immediately captured the gigantic object of her affection and urged it back to her. Once again the swollen, bulbous knob pressed against the hairy, distended lips of my wife’s cunt.
“Here comes inch number one,” Ralph grinned, as he slid the tip of his glans into her eager pussy.
A cry of pure pleasure issued from Sharon’s open mouth as her eyes narrowed in sexual bliss. “One is for fun!” she gasped out.
Ralph laughed and flexed his firm butt. “Number two,” he husked, pushing a bit further.
Again my wife’s mouth opened in a wordless cry of ecstasy, and then she moaned. “Two is for you!”
Her knees were splayed wide, her feet, still encased in her high heels, bobbed in the air on either side of Ralph’s shoulders. “More?” Ralph asked teasingly.
“Yes. Please.”
He flexed his hips again. A third thick inch of his grani
te tool slid into my wife. “That’s three,” he said.
Sharon was breathless with pleasure. “Three is for me, baby!” she panted. “More, please!”
The gargantuan schlong pierced deeper. “Four,” my mate breathed, her breasts heaving. “Four is for more!”
Ralph chuckled with appreciation. I watched another inch of the rock-like appendage disappear into my willing wife. “Yesss!” she hissed in satisfaction. “Five makes my cunt alive!”
Still teasing her, Ralph held himself still for almost half a minute, while Sharon groaned and begged for more, her red-nailed fingers tightly gripping his biceps.
“If you want the other half, you have to take it,” Ralph told her. “Number six is yours for the hunching.”
Sharon humped herself up at him at once, taking another inch of that magnificent tool into her hungry pussy.
“Six is for sex!” she said breathlessly, nostrils flaring. Again she hunched her body upward, causing the steel-hard rod to sink in another inch. “Seven is heaven!”
Ralph laughed again, leaning down to suckle her nipples as she squirmed and moaned in pleasure. When he straightened, my wife once more bucked up into him, his hard penis slicing further between her distended lips. Sharon’s eyes closed in ecstasy as she gave out a series of joyous whimpers.
“Eight is great!” she breathed finally. Holding on to him, she again humped her lower body upward, until only the last inch of his ten-inch cock was visible. Her long, low moan of erotic joy left no possibility of doubt, if there had ever been any, about her feelings for the monstrous appendage that was impaling her. She opened her eyes and gazed rapturously up at him. “Nine is divine!”
Ralph couldn’t hold back any more. With a hoarse groan he lunged forward, giving her that last humongous inch and embedding himself inside her as far as he could go. Sharon flung her head back with a shout, her eyes closed. “Ten . . . is a sin!” she gasped, hardly able to get out the words.
Sharon now clamped her magnificent legs around Ralph’s muscular body, holding him against her so tightly that he was barely able to move. Pumping her torso, she began to lever his huge wang in and out of her dripping snatch, a low, keening wail coming constantly from her mouth, her eyes still closed, her hips and butt moving feverishly, the squishy sound of her love box accompanying their fucking. A sheen of perspiration soon covered her naked, squirming body. She was skewering herself on her sex partner’s magnificent prong as their movements gradually got stronger, until only the head of his dick remained inside her on each outstroke, while his balls pressed tightly against her anus each time she devoured him with her hungry jouncing cunt.
After a while Sharon opened her eyes and looked up at me as I stood there watching. “I love his cock in me, Orin!” she gasped out. “I love his hugeness. I love his thickness. I love how he spreads me. Oh god, I—I love his huge hard cock!”
Their movements had slowed down as Sharon thus expressed her feelings, and now Ralph spoke up. “I tell you what,” he panted. “I’ve fucked a lot of women in my life, but nobody ever handled my cock the way you do.”
“Mmmm, sweetie, I’ll handle it any time you say,” my mate promised, her hips and butt picking up the pace again with strong, eager strokes.
Ralph went on screwing her steadily. “That’s great,” he said. “You know, I’ve got several friends who would like a good fuck from a horny married woman, especially a good-looking thing like you.”
“Mmmm, that might be interesting,” my wife responded. “What do you think, Orin? Want to see your hot little wife get gang-banged?”
I didn’t say anything, but my cock jerked at the prospect. Ralph grinned, then slid his arms behind my wife’s upthrust legs and levered them over his shoulders, pulling Sharon’s butt clear off the bed.
“All right, baby, now you get the fucking of your life,” he said, and he began to thrust with powerful, rhythmic lunges, driving his mammoth member in and out like some huge piston, once more eliciting a loud and continuous wail of ecstasy from my squirming wife. The bed shook and vibrated with the force of his hard screwing, and the sound of their loins slapping together was loud in the room. With each deep plunge and withdrawal of his veined prick, drops of cunt juice spattered Sharon’s thighs and butt. This erotic, all-out fucking went on for some time, and finally Ralph began to moan and move even faster, his body gradually stiffening.
“Do it, baby!” my sex-besotted wife encouraged him. “Pump me full of your sperm!”
With a hoarse, pleasure-filled yell, Ralph did just that, his big balls twitching as he squirted hot, powerful jets of come into my wife’s willing pussy. Sharon, too, thrashed and kicked in a violent orgasm, her wail of joyful release joining his.
They lay spent and panting for nearly a full minute before Ralph roused himself and kissed Sharon long and lovingly. I watched my spouse return his kiss in kind, humming into his mouth as her tongue danced and tangled with his.
Finally he rolled off her and weakly began to retrieve his clothing. I looked down at my splayed, sweating wife, her twat now a hugely dilated maw, puddled with another man’s semen. She held her arms out to me, and instantly I was between her spread thighs, sticky with her own juice and Ralph’s spunk. Her long-nailed fingers found and guided me expertly. With a single plunge I buried my eight inches inside her, and though I could barely feel any friction as I began to rut in her, I knew I would last only a matter of seconds.
“I love you, Orin,” Sharon whispered.
“I love you too,” I gasped, already moaning with impending climax.
Sharon held me with her sticky, jism-smeared legs, her eyes closed. “Mmm, fuck me, Orin,” she murmured. “Fuck your slutty wife.” She reached down to fondle my balls. “Thank you for letting me have that wonderful cock,” she said softly.
“You’re welcome,” I gasped, trying to hold back my orgasm. “I think you’re going to get it a lot more.”
Now Ralph was beside us, taking Sharon’s hand as he leaned down to kiss her good night. “Thanks, babe,” he told her. “I’ll be back Friday night, with my friends.”
“I’ll be ready,” Sharon promised, and with that I moaned as my semen spurted uncontrollably into her flooded pussy.
We lay together for several long minutes, my limp prick finally slipping from the hugely dilated twat of my well-fucked spouse. She took my face in her hands.
“You really love watching me get fucked, don’t you, baby?”
“You know I do,” I said. “It turns me on like wildfire.”
“Well, this Friday night we may have to call the fire department!” my wife said.
As we practically did.—O.I., Chappaqua, New York
Pursuit & Capture
SHE’S SEDUCED BY A MOTORCYCLE RIDE WITH HER BEST FRIEND’S HUSBAND
My husband Chuck and I have always had an open relationship. In fact, before we were married, Chuck used to encourage me to make it with other men. When we made love, his favorite thing was to have me tell him about the other guys I’d been with. He always went off in about thirty seconds when I did. He still loves hearing about my present and former lovers while we do it.
One story he has always enjoyed is about the time I made it with Ronny, who was the husband of my best friend, Jeannette. I knew Ronny had a thing for me; he was always looking me up and down, and he called every time Jeannette left town, which she did occasionally because of her job. Chuck kept encouraging me to get it on with Ronny, but I couldn’t because I didn’t want to do that to Jeannette. But finally, one time when Jeannette was away, I agreed to take a motorcycle ride with Ronny. (His motorcycle was his usual mode of trying to get girls.)
It was a lovely afternoon early in June with lots of sunshine and no wind. Ronny picked me up on his big Harley at about four o’clock. I was wearing a red short-sleeved blouse tied at the bottom to show off my midriff, along with khaki shorts and sandals. I didn’t bother with a bra. Chuck always encouraged me to wear as little as possible when I was with
other men.
We headed out on Ronny’s bike. I had my arms around his waist and he sat tall in the seat, leaning back a little so he could feel my big breasts against his back. My long hair streamed out behind me, and with my long legs and scantily clad body, I got plenty of glances from men as we tooled along the streets. I felt sexy and was in a horny mood, so I eventually let my hands slip down until I cupped Ronny’s groin, which quickly turned into a huge hard lump. He said something and I brought my face close to his so I could hear him. He said, “You’d better watch it or you’re going to have a problem on your hands.”
I squeezed the big bulge lightly and replied, “I can think of a better place for it than on my hands.”
I could hear him suck in his breath even over the noise of the hog, and he sped up as we moved out of the town limits and into the country. At this point I was mainly teasing him and trying to turn him on. But I was excited too, and I had decided that I would let him kiss me and touch me, although I wasn’t going to let him fuck me. I continued to fondle his crotch as we zipped along. At one point he said, “I can feel your nipples against my back.”
“Do they feel good?” I asked nuzzling his ear and rubbing my tits back and forth, enjoying how I was able to tease him to near-desperation.
“Oh yeah!” he exclaimed. “Do they look good too?”
“I guess you’ll have to be the judge of that,” I replied.
My pussy was juicing like crazy at this point and I felt my control slipping away from me. Ronny turned off the highway and onto a country road. After a half-mile or so the road turned into an overgrown lane which soon led us to a deserted farm.
He stopped, parked the bike, and as soon as we got off he took me in his arms. I wrapped my arms around his neck and we kissed. Then his tongue was in my mouth and we were French-kissing wildly, our bodies pressing tightly against one another.
After about a minute we stopped kissing. Ronny quickly got a blanket out of his saddlebag, led me to a huge oak tree and spread the blanket down on the grass beneath it. The whole place had a wild, untended aura to it that intrigued me.
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