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  They decided to move to the bed. John started to ease his cock into her pussy. I was amazed at the way she took his large cock into her body.

  He lasted only a short time before he shot his load inside her, but after a short rest he was soon hard again. John then put her on her hands and knees and got behind her. With a single thrust he rammed all ten inches into her up to the hilt. At first he fucked her with long, slow strokes. Then he started banging her really hard.

  Sylvia loved it, and I watched her have several more orgasms.

  When he threw back his head and bellowed, I knew John was shooting another load in her.

  Sylvia let out a scream at the same time. After watching all this I was so turned on that I couldn't wait to get Sylvia back to our motel room so I could fuck her myself.

  We invited John to visit us during his next vacation, and both of us hope he will come … and that we'll come too!—S.B., Omaha, Nebraska

  SNEAKY WIFE FUCKS YOUNG STUD, BUT HUBBY'S ONTO IT—AND INTO IT

  Last weekend I saw something I hoped I would never see—my wife fucking another man. If that wasn't bad enough, she fucked a guy young enough to be her son. As far as I know, last weekend's encounter was the first time she ever cheated on me.

  Brenda, my wife, is a statuesque woman, standing six feet tall with flowing curly brown hair, muscular thighs, a plump ass and two big tits—40DDs. We met years ago as college freshmen. I was a computer nerd, and she was a loner because of her big size and brains.

  After she survived a serious car accident ten years ago, my wife started changing. She started jogging, eating low-fat foods and doing strenuous aerobic exercises every day. She also threw out all her old clothes and bought a stylish new wardrobe. I loved her, but I wasn't changing. I was still the same old computer nerd, working my way up the corporate ladder at a computer company.

  I often wondered if my wife was unhappy sexually. My six-inch cock isn't all that big, and I'm shorter and smaller than my wife. With her voluptuous size, my wife has an extremely deep pussy, which my cock can't fill completely. A couple of years ago, when the kids were away for the weekend, we rented some X-rated videos. When I woke up in the middle of the night and realized my wife wasn't in bed, I suddenly was aware of the murmur of the television downstairs. I walked to the top of the stairs and watched something I had never seen before—my wife masturbating. She was slumped down in a chair, her thick, well-muscled legs draped over the wide chair arms, playing with her hairy pussy. On the screen men with bulging muscles and solid, tanned bodies slammed in and out of the women.

  Last weekend we headed to a mountain resort for my company's annual retreat. We unpacked our suitcases on Friday afternoon and settled into our small, secluded cabin in the mountains of North Carolina. That night at dinner we sat with my coworker Tom, his wife Georgina and their son Jeff, a muscular football player at a local college. I initially dismissed Jeff as a dumb jock, but he held his own in conversation with the adults sitting at the table, revealing the brains he possessed along with the brawn.

  As couples moved onto the dance floor, I endured a dance with my wife, stepping on her feet several times. After we sat down, Jeff walked over from the bar and asked my wife to dance. Giving him a big smile, she accepted. I felt like a fool as that young man expertly whisked my wife around the dance floor, leading her through some complicated steps.

  “Thank you,” my wife gushed, blushing, when Jeff escorted her back to the table. “You're a great dancer.”

  They danced two more times during the next hour, and one of those dances was a long, slow dance. As the night wore on, I noticed my wife looking around the cavernous room, but Jeff had obviously disappeared. I was jealous of that damn quarterback's ability on the dance floor, and I drank a few too many beers.

  Back in our cabin, when my wife stripped off her dress and playfully pounced on me, I couldn't get an erection. She certainly didn't hide her irritation as she yanked on a nightgown and walked out into the living room. I fell asleep a few minutes later, but when the alarm clock woke me up the next morning my wife was curled up next to me.

  After a quick shower, shave and breakfast, I hurried to my first meeting of the day, agreeing to meet my wife in the dining room at five-thirty that evening. During the first speech of the day I realized that I had forgotten my laptop computer in the cabin. Glancing at my watch, I decided to go back and get it during the midmorning break. When the speaker finished talking, I scurried out of the lecture hall and hurried up the steep steps leading to our cabin. I rushed into the cabin, grabbed the computer and started to dart back out the door when two things caught my attention: First, I heard my wife moan from the direction of the bedroom. Second, I saw her nightgown lying in a heap in the middle of the kitchen floor. Realizing that I might catch a glimpse of her masturbating again, I quietly set the computer down and tiptoed to the bedroom door. Luckily the old wooden doors had decorative doorknobs with huge keyholes. I squatted down in front of the door, and I had a perfect view of the bed.

  My wife was naked, crouched on her hands and knees with her big butt stuck up in the air—a different position than the first time I'd seen her masturbate—and she was gasping and grunting, “Oh Lord! Ahhhh! Yeah!”

  Then I realized something very strange. Both of my wife's hands were tightly gripping the bedspread. Something odd was going on here. How could she be masturbating if she was holding on to the bedspread? The mystery was solved when Jeff stood up on the other side of the bed. I almost screamed. I had not seen him kneeling on the other side of the bed with his face buried in my wife's pussy.

  As he straightened up, my heart sank, but my cock hardened in my pants. Bulging, thick muscles rippled under his tanned, golden skin, but the thickest muscle of all was the huge cock sticking out from between his hard thighs. My God, he was hung. Blue veins throbbed along the length of his swollen rod of flesh. If my wife had fantasized about getting her ample pussy filled, her wish was certainly about to come true.

  “Why did you stop?” my wife asked, looking back over her shoulder. “You do that so well.”

  “I enjoy eating pussy,” Jeff said, staring at my wife's naked body. “But we'll have time for more of that later. Right now I want to fuck that pussy. Isn't that what you want?”

  “Yes.”

  “Yes, what? I want you to tell me exactly what you want me to do.”

  “I want you to fill my pussy with that big cock,” my wife responded.

  Turning around, she grabbed Jeff's cock and guided it into her mouth. As she sucked and licked the head of his penis, she reached underneath his dick and cupped his bulging nuts.

  While my wife serviced him with her mouth, Jeff closed his eyes as he fastened his fingers on my wife's sensitive nipples. He teased and twisted her dark brown nipples, cupping her tits in his callused hands.

  My wife jerked her mouth away from his cock and flopped back on the bed with her ass hanging off the edge of the mattress. Grabbing her knees, she pulled her legs apart, presenting her pussy for that hunky young stud. She had never done anything like that with me.

  “Oh please, please fuck me, Jeff,” she implored him.

  Jeff did just that. He grabbed his cock and guided it to my wife's dripping cunt.

  “Uhhh,” my wife groaned as Jeff's cockhead slipped past her pussy lips. Jeff slowly guided his dick into my wife until his balls were pressed against her white ass-cheeks. From where I was watching, I could see past Jeff's tight ass to the direct point of penetration. I quickly unzipped my pants and slipped out my penis.

  Jeff stood there next to the bed with his cock completely buried in my wife's big pussy for several minutes, then he reached down, wrapped his arms around my wife's knees and started fucking her. My wife has always been a vocal lovemaker, but fortunately we were staying in an isolated cabin. Her screams and moans echoed inside the bedroom. As I watched, I realized I had never seen an X-rated video as raw as the solid fucking my wife was getting.

  Using hi
s upper-body strength, Jeff jerked my wife's legs up and down, yanking her ass back and forth off the mattress. He also started bending up and down, shoving his cock as deep as he could into my wife's pussy. My wife's ass bounced up and down on the mattress as Jeff hammered in and out of her. With her arms pressed flat on the mattress, and legs kicking and jerking in the air, my wife screamed and grunted as she got the fucking of her life. Her pussy stretched tight around his massive cock, filled completely for the first time in her life.

  Jeff was also a vocal lover. He grunted and groaned as he talked dirty to my wife, which was something I had never done To my shock, my wife talked back to him the same way.

  “I wanted to fuck this pussy last night,” Jeff said. “When I came up here this morning, I wasn't going to take no for an answer. But I didn't have a problem, did I? As soon as I slid my hand onto your leg out there in the kitchen, you parted those thighs and pulled my hand right onto your wet pussy.”

  “Oh God!” my wife cried. “Oh, oh yes! I knew you would be good. I wanted to sneak off and fuck you last night, but you disappeared.”

  “I didn't want to go to bed horny,” Jeff said. “So I got a plump redhead to follow me down to my cabin.”

  I couldn't believe what he was saying. The only plump redhead I knew of was the vice-president of our company, and she was happily married with three kids. My God, didn't this stud have any sense of decency?

  “Her big fat ass shook like a bowl of jelly when I fucked her from behind like I'm going to do to you in a minute,” Jeff told her.

  My wife reached down and started tugging on Jeff's nuts. “She might have been good, but I'll do anything you want. I'll be the best lover you ever had,” she boasted.

  As Jeff's movements sped up to a virtual frenzy, his ass started jerking erratically back and forth. Slipping his hands down, he cupped my wife's ass, then pried her ass-cheeks apart and shoved his index finger into her anus. Jeff fell across the bed, dropping his full weight onto my wife's thighs and driving his dick all the way inside her.

  My wife moaned and groaned. Her legs wrapped around Jeff's ass as she wrapped her arms around him, pulled his face into her cleavage and let out a monstrous scream. She didn't move for several minutes, and neither did he. Finally he rolled off her with a loud grunt. Breathing shallowly, my wife sat up and stared at him.

  “My God,” she said, gasping for air, “that was the best goddamn sex I've ever had, or even dreamed of for that matter.”

  Raising up on one arm, Jeff ran his fingertips down my wife's sweaty stomach.

  “Thank you,” he said. “I was doing my best to please you.”

  When I saw the thick, white spunk dripping out of my wife's pussy, my cock exploded.

  They started kissing and cuddling, and Jeff's cock suddenly hardened again. Rubbing her fingers down the thickness, my wife bent her head down and kissed the tip.

  “Before we do anything else,” she said, “I want to take a bath.” When Jeff followed my wife into the large bathroom, I snuck into the bedroom and slipped quietly into the large walk-in closet. I could see the bed and the bathroom perfectly from where I stood inside the closet.

  My wife and Jeff took a long, leisurely bath. Neither of them seemed the least bit awkward or regretful of their earlier sexual encounter. As I watched, they climbed out of the bathtub, dried each other off and ended up on the floor, fucking doggie-style. Jeff hung on to my wife's hips and yanked her back and forth on his dick, sending her big titties flopping every time he pounded into her. His hard stomach slapped against my wife's thick ass, and the sound of flesh hitting flesh filled the bathroom and the bedroom. I tugged on my aching penis and shot a wad of thick come as my wife arched her head back and let out a deep-throated groan as she orgasmed again.

  I hid in the closet all day—watching my wife fall under the spell of that thick-bodied jock with a blond crew cut. I wanted to cry as he lathered K-Y jelly onto his cock and fucked my wife in the ass for the first time. She whooped and hollered as she orgasmed with a cock inside her ass.

  He also tit-fucked her. Then she got on top and rode his thick cock, her ass bouncing up and down on his thighs. She also sat on his face as he licked her to a mind-blowing orgasm.

  After lunch I got the shock of my life when someone knocked lightly at the cabin door. My wife jumped up and yanked on a bathrobe, telling Jeff to hide in the bathroom.

  “I think I know who that is,” he said. He stayed where he was on the bed, naked, his stiffening cock bobbing back and forth, as my wife went to see who it was.

  “It's Carol,” my wife hissed, sticking her head through the bedroom door. “She says that she knows you're in here.”

  “Bring her in,” Jeff responded.

  My wife looked at him with an odd expression, then opened the door all the way.

  Carol burst through the doorway, ran to the bed and started licking his slick cock. “I don't care if you watch, and I could care less if he makes it with other women,” Carol said to my wife as she yanked her dress over her head. “But I couldn't go another minute without fucking this sweet boy's hard dick.”

  I watched as the vice-president of my company unhooked her bra, releasing a pair of breasts bigger than my wife's. Then she slid her panties down. “You probably have the same problem I do,” Carol said, climbing onto the bed and straddling Jeff's cock, “finding a cock big enough to fill up your big pussy.”

  Jerking her ass forward, Carol started bouncing up and down on Jeff. “Suck my titties, big guy,” she said, shoving her thick, pink nipples into Jeff's open mouth.

  “Come join us, Brenda,” Carol said. “It'll be fun.”

  I watched as my wife dropped her bathrobe onto the bed and started licking Jeff's balls. Inhibitions soon crumbled, and when my wife slipped her pussy onto Jeff's face, she leaned forward and started sucking Carol's nipples. I proceeded to witness my wife's very first lesbian encounter. It was certainly a weekend of firsts, and I only hope that my wife and I can share such adventures in the future.—R. K., St. Petersburg, Florida

  SATURDAY NIGHT'S ALL RIGHT FOR FUCKING—AND FOR WATCHING

  My name is Russ and I'm married to my high school sweetheart Cindy. She was a cheerleader then and I played football. My dad has a successful chain of dry-cleaning stores and we both went to work for him right after graduation. We've been married for fourteen years and our sex life is great. We get it on three or four times a week, which is plenty for me, but every once in a while Cindy uses a vibrator to give herself a little something extra.

  We love to read the letters in your magazine where the husband watches his wife getting it on with another man. We watch porn videos once in a while, and the men with especially big cocks really turn her on. She'll make comments like, “I wonder what a cock that big feels like. I don't even know if I could handle one like it.”

  We live in a large condo complex with a pool, and I've noticed Cindy eyeing some of the men as they walk around. There's one guy she pays particular attention to. Andy is about thirty years old and single. We both took a liking to him when he first moved in. We became good friends and have gone out many times together. We play cards and drink on Saturday nights and usually get a good buzz on. A few times at the pool I've said to Cindy, “Look at how much meat he's packing into those trunks. How would you like to try that monster on for size?”

  She'd just say, “You've got to be kidding. There's enough cock there for two women.”

  I knew that Andy had the hots for her, because he was always checking her out in her bikini. I wanted to see whether Cindy would fuck Andy if she didn't think I'd find out. A plan gradually formed in my mind. I worked out a deal with one of my friends to call me around eleven o'clock that Saturday night to say there was an emergency and that he needed my help. That would leave Cindy and Andy alone to play cards … or whatever. But of course I'd be nearby to find out what actually happened.

  That Saturday night we were drinking and playing cards as usual. We were all a littl
e drunk. The phone rang at eleven o'clock, right on schedule, and I told Cindy and Andy that I had to take care of an emergency but wouldn't be gone long.

  Cindy was upset and pouted, “Oh shit, we were having such a good time. When will you be back?”

  “In about an hour,” I answered. “You can play cards until I get back.”

  I got in my car, drove to the next lot over and parked. Then I walked back to my condo, which is on the first floor and has a wooden fence around the patio. I let myself into the patio area. From there I could see into the kitchen where Cindy and Andy were talking and playing cards. Soon they stopped their game and moved into the living room. Andy pulled out a fat joint. Through the open window I could hear him ask Cindy if she wanted to smoke with him. “Just a few hits,” she said. “That shit makes me horny.” Andy laughed when she said that and didn't waste any time lighting up and offering her a toke.

  Cindy had on shorts and a T-shirt with no bra. I could see her nipples getting hard from where I was standing. Andy had been staring at her boobs most of the night, and he took this opportunity to squeeze one through her shirt. She turned to say something, but Andy kissed her. Then he caught himself and backed away, mumbling an apology.

  “No,” she said, “you don't have to apologize. I'm just not sure this is a good idea. Besides, my husband will be back soon.” He sat back and picked up his drink, but suddenly Cindy grabbed his free hand and put it on her thigh. He was soon working his way toward her cunt, toying with her zipper.

  But then Cindy pushed his hand away and moaned, “I'm sorry. I just can't do this.”

  “That's okay,” he responded. “You shouldn't do anything you don't want to do.”

  “I didn't say I didn't want to,” Cindy muttered. “Oh, I don't know. Russ would probably even like it if we fucked. He's always dropping hints about how much I'd enjoy sucking your big cock.” She leaned over and gave Andy a friendly kiss. It quickly grew passionate and I knew that she wasn't going to stop this time. Andy lifted her shirt and started sucking on her nipples. There was no turning back. I know my wife. She's unstoppable once you start playing with her tits.

 

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