I felt an orgasm building, but I was unprepared for the power of the climax that Norman triggered off inside me. I hadn’t thought it was possible for an orgasm to be that intense, and I screamed in pleasure as I had never screamed before in my life.
Normally, after having an orgasm with my husband—when I had one at all—we would just go to sleep, but Norman was just getting warmed up. He fucked me through two more orgasms, each more intense than the last, before he finally came, driving his cock inside me to the hilt, filling me up with so much come that I could feel it leaking out of my pussy and forming a puddle under my ass. I had just had more orgasms with Norman in less than an hour than I usually had with my husband in six months.
What I hadn’t expected was for him to be ready to go again so soon. It seemed like only a few minutes before I found myself on my hands and knees, with Norman fucking me doggie-style. He brought me to two or three more climaxes before I felt him pull out and press the head of his cock against my asshole. I had never had a cock in my ass before, but Norman told me to just relax as he slowly worked himself inside me, fingering my clit as he did so. I couldn’t believe he was able to get even partway into my backside with that huge dong, but it felt fantastic, and I came once more before he pumped a load of jism into my ass.
For the rest of the night Norman fucked me in a variety of positions, most of which I had never been in or even thought of, but each resulted in at least one more orgasm, and sometimes more. I couldn’t get enough of his strong black body, and he couldn’t seem to get enough of me either.
I woke up the next morning wondering if it had all been some sort of erotic dream, but when I opened my eyes I saw Norman lying beside me, smiling. After a good-morning fuck, he got up and made me breakfast, another thing my husband rarely did. In addition to being an amazing lover, he was also a good cook!
When I mentioned that I was going to raise hell with the management company for never calling last night to let me into my apartment, Norman took something out of a drawer and slid it across the table to me. It was my keys. I asked where he had found them. Norman explained that he had really wanted to fuck me and had been disappointed when I turned him down for dinner, so he had managed to sneak my keys out of my tote bag when I wasn’t looking, knowing that when I couldn’t get in I would probably show up on his doorstep, which I did. The call he had made to the management company had been faked. Then, with a little tequila and a little encouragement, I had lost my inhibitions and we’d had a great night fucking each other.
I was speechless. I knew I should be angry and upset that he had tricked me, but I wasn’t. After all, he hadn’t done anything I hadn’t thoroughly enjoyed—and hoped to do again. In fact, that was exactly what Norman next suggested, and I let him lead me by the hand into the bedroom and proceed to give me another good fucking, which left me breathless, but well satisfied.
After that I started fucking Norman on an almost daily basis. I quickly got to the point where if I didn’t receive a good fucking from him at night, I had difficulty concentrating on work the next day. Norman, sensing how addicted I had become to sex with him, enjoyed teasing and toying with me, and on a few occasions actually made me beg for it. And I loved that too.
One evening Norman told me we were going to a party at another apartment in the complex. When I asked what I should wear, he said to put on something sexy, but not to worry about it too much, since it wouldn’t be on for very long. I asked what he meant, and he explained that the party was being given by some of the hard-core swingers in the complex. He said they got together every so often and introduced newcomers like me, and that usually these gatherings ended up turning into orgies. I said I wasn’t sure I was interested in an orgy, and Norman just laughed at me, saying that a horny babe like me would dig it so much I would think I was in heaven.
And he was right.
—M.C., Los Angeles, California
IT BEGAN WITH A BIT OF EXHIBITIONISM BUT
GRADUALLY GOT OUT OF CONTROL
It was about one in the morning when Phoebe came home last night. She had supposedly been out at a dance club with friends. She was surprised to see that I was still up, as she knew that I had an early-morning appointment. But I had deliberately waited up for her in an effort to find out exactly what was going on.
Phoebe and I have been married for fourteen years and have two children, aged ten and twelve. About a year ago she was laid off from her job, with a generous severance package. Rather than find another job right away, she decided she wanted to be a stay-at-home mom for a while.
Since the kids were in school for much of the day, she found that she had a lot of time on her hands. She started to work out regularly at a gym, with a trainer. In a matter of a few months she lost about fifteen pounds, and really toned her body. Her legs were taut, her stomach flat, and her ass delectably rounded. She proudly reported that she now measured 36C-25-35, and at five feet three she weighed a hundred and fifteen pounds, a bit under what she’d weighed when we had gotten married.
She also started using more makeup, dyed her hair blonde, got a stylish haircut, and dramatically changed her wardrobe. Whereas before she had been quite reserved in her dress, she now was going out of her way to flaunt her figure in tight skirts, hip-hugging slacks, skimpy dresses, and low-cut tops. She also started wearing much sexier undergarments—thong panties, demi-bras, garter belts, and net stockings. In short, she had become a real cock-tease. When she commented to me that it seemed that everywhere she went some guy would proposition her, I could only ask her what else she expected, flaunting herself as she did. She just said that she didn’t really mind the attention, and hoped I didn’t either.
Shortly after that Phoebe mentioned to me that her girlfriend Jeri liked to go dancing occasionally with a group of friends, and had asked her to join them. When I told her I had no objection, she began staying out late a couple of times a week, while I stayed home with the kids. Supposedly she was out dancing with her friends, but after a while I began to have some suspicions—and some fantasies—about what she was really up to.
What with Phoebe’s newfound exhibitionism, I had thought that maybe there might be a difference in our sex life, but it pretty much remained the same. We would make love once or twice a week, as before. We would each have relatively quick orgasms, and that would be it. But after she started going out with her friends, things did seem to change. It seemed to me that her pussy was not quite as tight as it used to be. She also began to moan more when we would make love. Then one night she began by giving me a blowjob, something she rarely did, and she let me come in her mouth. Then a few nights ago she asked me to fuck her in the ass, and she had a huge trembling orgasm. It was then that I decided to wait up for her and confront her the next time she went out.
When she got home last night, her hair was disheveled and her lipstick smeared. She smelled of alcohol and pot. She was wearing a see-through blouse without a bra—although I was pretty sure that she’d been wearing one when she went out—and her nipples were hard. Her skirt was high on her thighs, and when she sat down across from me I could see that she wasn’t wearing panties either. Her pussy lips were red and slightly swollen. She had always trimmed her pubic hair, but recently she had shaved herself clean, ostensibly because she had bought a new skimpy bikini.
Neither of us said anything at first. Phoebe had a kind of glazed look in her eyes. When she saw me looking at her pussy, she put her fingers in her mouth and sucked on them. Then she lowered them to her pussy and began playing with herself. She stuck her fingers in her cunt, which began to ooze come, and also rubbed her clitoris. Within a few minutes she climaxed. She then got up and walked over to me, sitting on my lap. She wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a deep kiss. Reflexively I kissed her back, our mouths open and our tongues moving rapidly back and forth. She tasted of alcohol, and her saliva was salty from what I instantly concluded was come. Feeling my raging erection, she slid off my lap, went down on her knees, an
d took out my cock. She then gave me an exquisite blowjob, licking me up and down and then taking my entire prick in her mouth. Never had she deep-throated me so thoroughly. I shot an incredible load into her mouth, and she swallowed it all and licked her lips as she stood up. Then she spoke for the first time since she had come in, saying that she was exhausted and that we would talk tomorrow. I was stunned. By the time I got upstairs to our bedroom, Phoebe was fast asleep.
When I left this morning, she was still asleep. I could hardly concentrate at work. In the middle of the day Phoebe called me to say that the kids would be staying at her parents’ home tonight, so that we could be alone to talk.
When I got home from work, the dining room table was set romantically with candles, and wonderful cooking smells were coming from the kitchen. When Phoebe came out to meet me, she was smiling. I noticed that she had put on heavier makeup than usual, was wearing deep red lipstick, and smelled sweetly of perfume. She had on a see-through black blouse with no bra, a very short, tight black leather skirt, and black high-heeled shoes. All I could think was that she looked like a high-class hooker, and it excited me. Without saying anything, she walked over to the bar and poured us a couple of drinks. She then took me by the hand and led me into the living room. She sat across from me, as she had the previous night, but this time I saw that she was wearing black thong panties.
Then she began to explain. She started by talking about her friend Jeri, with whom she had been spending a lot of time the last several months. It seemed that with the encouragement of her husband, who was twenty years older, Jeri had become quite promiscuous. Her husband liked to watch her with other men. It really got him off. But though Jeri had begun having sex with others to please her husband, she soon found herself doing it for her own pleasure. She liked showing off her body and having sex in unexpected places with whomever caught her fancy. Jeri now saw herself as an unabashed nymphomaniac and sex addict who was having the time of her life.
It was at Jeri’s suggestion that Phoebe had begun to dress so provocatively and to go out dancing a couple of nights a week. At first, Phoebe would only tease the guys she danced with. She liked the game, and the fact that she was able to turn guys on. But while Jeri would usually take a couple of guys home with her at the end of the evening, Phoebe would just head on back to our place.
Then, two months ago, Jeri had suggested that as a special treat for her husband, Phoebe join her in one of her after-dance trysts. Phoebe, who had had more to drink than usual, found herself accepting the idea.
Up until that night, Phoebe had not screwed with anyone other than me. She liked dressing like a tart, being flirtatious, and pressing her body closely against other men to feel their hard pricks when she danced, but that was as far as it went. Her main outlet was masturbation, with which she had become obsessed. For the past six months, there hadn’t been a day when she hadn’t brought herself off at least twice, as she fantasized about how it would feel to be like Jeri.
After Phoebe had made her decision to go home with Jeri for what she knew would be an orgy, she and Jeri got down to the task of picking the lucky guys. They had each danced a few dances earlier in the evening with a couple of handsome, well-built guys in their late twenties, but these guys had run into some other friends and hadn’t checked back with them for a while. Phoebe said she knew how to get them back, though. She turned to face the guys where they stood at the bar, and not so discreetly spread her legs. Sure enough, the two men came up to them and asked them to dance again.
The next dance was a slow number. Phoebe’s partner, Cal, was really good-looking, and she decided there was no sense fooling around. She danced closely with him and whispered in his ear, telling him how horny she was feeling. Cal said he thought he knew how to satisfy that feeling. Phoebe jammed her body even closer against his prick, and whispered that she was so hot she didn’t think that just one stud would do it for her. She went on to suggest that maybe he and his buddy, along with their other friends, might come back to her girlfriend’s house for a real party. She said that this was going to be her first time, but that Jeri regularly brought men home to screw, as her husband watched. Cal seemed a little stunned, but he said he thought he could get into that.
After the dance, Cal and his buddy hustled up four more of their friends. Three of the guys went with Jeri in her car, while Phoebe went with Cal and two others. She and Cal sat in the backseat for the ride to Jeri’s house. It wasn’t far, but Phoebe let Cal do whatever he wanted on the way. They did a lot of heavy petting, to the accompaniment of constant salacious chatter from the two studs in the front seat. By the time they got to Jeri’s house she had lost all her inhibitions and was ready for everything and anything.
Bob, Jeri’s husband, greeted them at the door. He smiled at Phoebe and said that he had been waiting to see her in action for quite some time. He offered them all drinks as they sat down in the living room, and also lit up and passed around a joint. Phoebe was hesitant at first, as she wanted to maintain some control over what she was about to do, but she was feeling kind of nervous, so she took the drink and some drags.
Bob put on some music, and Jeri suggested that she and Phoebe do a dance for the boys. Jeri quickly began to do a strip, and Phoebe followed suit. Jeri then moved toward Phoebe and started to fondle her breasts. When Phoebe didn’t protest, Jeri said that they should really give the guys a show. Feeling somewhat foggy but very turned on, Phoebe went along. She had never really made love to a woman before, but she and Jeri did put on quite a show, ending with some heavy-duty tonguing, while all the guys watched, commenting lubriciously on the action.
Finally Jeri said it was now time to get down to real business, and they all headed off to the bedroom. Bob sat down in an easy chair while the six studs quickly took off their clothes. Phoebe was shocked at the size of their cocks, most of which were far bigger than mine.
For the next two hours, Phoebe told me, she and Jeri got laid multiple times. At one point Jeri took on three guys at once, but Phoebe wasn’t ready for that yet. Her evening was more sequential as she took on the guys one after the other. She lost track of the number of times she orgasmed, and was surprised at how good it felt to be so lustful and wanton. That had been her baptism into her new lifestyle.
For the last two months, Phoebe said, she had been fucking incessantly. She talked about Cal and his friends being repeat customers. When I asked her what she meant by that, she said that they regularly gave her gifts, and just last week had pitched in to rent her a studio apartment. The previous night was the first time she had used the place. She and Cal had christened it, along with several of his friends.
Like Jeri, Phoebe was now into taking on two or three guys at once, getting fucked in her twat, ass, and mouth at the same time. While she still saw a lot of Jeri, she had also been picking up guys on her own. Her intention was to use the studio for casual pickups during the day, and for fucking with Cal and his friends at night.
“So now you know what your wife has become,” Phoebe concluded. “I hope you can live with it, because I’m not going to change. But I still love you, and I hope we can still be married.” I was too stunned to say anything. “Let’s eat now,” Phoebe suggested. “I’ve got some dates lined up for later on, but if you want to fuck me before I leave, that would be fine.”
Still in shock, I joined her for dinner, but I was too confused to take her up on her offer. I am now waiting again for her to come back from her “dates.” I really haven’t the slightest idea what is going to happen with us now. When I find out, maybe I’ll let you know.
—D.F., Columbus, Ohio
HIS WIFE WAS ONE SUBMISSIVE LADY, BUT COULD
HE GET HER TO ADMIT IT?
I’ve been married to my wife Lee for over twenty years. At forty-four, she still has a very attractive figure. She is five feet six, a hundred and twenty-five pounds, and her best features are her long legs, her nice tight ass, and her small but pert breasts, which I love to suck.
> Lee has always been a quiet, reserved person. Because of her conservative upbringing and professional status, she has always been concerned with presenting a proper appearance. When we first met, many of my friends interpreted her reserved demeanor as being stuck-up and cold. But once we became intimate, I found her to be a good lover, eager to please, although she did not go in for public displays of affection, and had an annoying habit, when we got into anything at all kinky, of insisting that it was “my thing.” For instance, when we tried anal sex she really got into it and orgasmed while I was doing it to her. But afterwards she acted as though it was something she had only done because I wanted it. And yet almost every time we did have anal sex she would get very excited, and more often than not would come hard. Still, her concept of appropriate behavior would not allow her to admit that she enjoyed anything but traditional sex.
Despite that, we had a good and active sex life, and as the years went on, as our children grew and went off to school, Lee gradually became a lot more sexually relaxed and daring. Sex toys, which she would not consider using before, became a regular part of our erotic life. She especially liked the vibrators, and I could almost always bring her to orgasm with them. I even convinced her to use the toys on herself, masturbating with them while I watched. But despite her enjoyment of these new adventures, she would inevitably refer to them as “my thing.”
Still, her increasingly open attitude to new sexual things encouraged me to try to get her to do even more. I even tried to talk to her into bringing an additional partner into our sex life, but she was adamant that that would never happen.
Lee did not like initiating sex, or any particular sexual activity. She liked to be passive and allow me to take the lead. One night we were having sex doggie-style, and just as she began to orgasm, I lightly spanked her ass. Her cunt contracted violently, and her orgasm lasted longer than usual. She later pretended that she hadn’t particularly liked it, but her bodily reactions seemed to indicate otherwise. I started to wonder if her passivity and her positive reaction to being spanked might be indications of something we had still to discover.
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