Two of the guys rolled Alexis onto her back and began to rub lotion onto her breasts. They removed her bathing suit and began an all-out assault on her body. Alexis reached into the swimsuit of one of the guys and began jerking him off.
I turned my attention to my wife Mindy, who, along with the other four guys, was intently watching the show in front of them. Alexis was now being fucked doggie-style by one of the guys, while giving the other a blowjob. Mindy was watching intently, and I could see her nipples harden under her suit.
One of the guys whispered something into her ear, then helped her out of her beach chair. The four guys led her into the water. When they were about waist deep, one of the men began to splash around playfully, then two of the guys went under the water. When they emerged, one of them was waving my wife’s bathing suit in the air. What happened next was incredible. Three of the men held Mindy afloat, while the fourth swam between her legs and ate her pussy. All four men took turns eating Mindy’s pussy until she came.
After they were finished they led her back to her beach chair and laid her down. Alexis was still busy fucking the other two guys. They took turns fucking for awhile, then one of them would go down on her.
As Mindy rested, the four guys began to rub lotion all over her body. Two of the guys were busy massaging her breasts with oil, paying a lot of attention to her nipples. Another was busy French-kissing my wife, while the fourth man was rubbing lotion onto her pussy. She was bucking wildly from all the attention.
The guy playing with her pussy got up and took his swimming trunks off. He was hung like a horse, and I watched Mindy lick her lips. He spread her legs wide apart, and slowly sank his meat into my wife’s hot pussy. Mindy was going crazy, meeting his thrusts, when he suddenly pulled out and came all over her belly.
I could watch no more, and headed back to the house. About an hour later I heard a car pull into the driveway, so I relaxed in the recliner, pretending to watch TV. Mindy came inside, followed by Alexis, who had locked herself out of her own house. She was planning to take a shower, then have someone pick her up.
Alexis headed to the shower, and Mindy came into the den where I was watching TV. She smelled of sex and, while standing in front of me, began to remove her suit. She looked so sexy, standing there in the buff, that I got a hard-on just looking at her. She began to caress her body in front of me, pinching her nipples until they were hard, then slowly working her hand between her legs. She was finger-fucking herself right in front of me, and I took my dick out and began to play with it. She removed the hand from her snatch and offered it to me to lick her juices. She whispered to me that she just had to come. I reminded her that Alexis was in the shower, but she only responded by lowering her pussy onto my prick.
I slid a hand between her legs and began to play with her clit. We didn’t realize that Alexis had finished her shower and was standing in the doorway watching us, until she sat on the sofa to watch my wife ride my dick. The action was getting to Alexis, so she lay on her back and played with her pussy. Mindy asked me if I thought Alexis looked hot, and I had to say yes.
Mindy got off my dick, and motioned for Alexis to come over and take her spot. Alexis slowly eased her hot pussy onto my dick, then began to rock back and forth on my hard-on. Mindy left the room, saying she would be right back. I was busy sucking Alexis’s nipples when Mindy came back into the room. She had gotten two vibrators and a big old dildo.
She lay on the floor in front of us, and began to play with herself with the big dildo. I remember that the first time we’d used that dildo Mindy had been afraid it wouldn’t fit her tight pussy. With a little lotion, though, she’d been able to take the entire length into her snatch. From that point on, she loved to have that big rubber dick stuffed into her snatch.
Alexis got off me, lay on the floor next to Mindy and began to play with her breasts. Mindy began to fuck herself with the dildo, while Alexis used a vibrator on Mindy’s clit. That drove her over the edge, and she came over and over.
Mindy positioned herself between Alexis’s legs and started eating her pussy. I got behind Mindy and started to fuck her doggie-style, until I blew a wad into her cunt.
After an hour of changing positions we finally collapsed. When I awoke I found the two girls locked in a 69 position, and the fun started all over again.—P.W., Mobile, Alabama
SOMETIMES THE BEST OPPORTUNITIES
ARE THE ONES THAT FIND YOU
My husband John and I have fantasized about another woman joining us in a fantastic lovemaking session. We really enjoy the thought of another woman eating me, followed by my getting to delve into the unknown by eating her lovely pussy. We have become quite aroused thinking of different women in the role of “the other woman.”
Although we tried to figure a way to get a woman to join us, the chance never arose.
Then, while on a business trip together in Virginia, we met a beautiful lawyer. She was five feet eight inches tall, around a hundred thirty-five pounds and in her mid-forties. When I was first introduced to Abigail, I immediately felt a rush of heat throughout my body.
All the next day my husband John, Abigail and a few other associates were in meetings. John called at noon, to let me know they were going to be through around four-thirty, and that they wanted me to join them at an exclusive restaurant. When I asked John what I should wear, he handed the phone to Abigail. She asked me if I had a short, dressy dress and stockings. When I told her I did, she said that would do fine. We discussed the restaurant a little, Abby saying that if I really wanted to enjoy myself I shouldn’t wear panties. When I laughed, she said she wouldn’t either! I was really wet when I hung up the phone.
That evening was great. The sexual teasing between Abigail and me was outrageous. I wasn’t sure, and didn’t care, who noticed it. When my husband and I got up to dance, he told me he had noticed it, and was extremely turned on. Then he danced with Abigail. She was a great flirt, and I could tell they were talking about me by the way they kept glancing my way. When they came back to the table, Abigail excused herself, leaving John and me alone.
John told me that Abigail had made a proposition. She wanted to make love to me, and have John videotape it. She would keep a copy for herself and give us a copy. I couldn’t believe it. We both laughed. After all our efforts to find someone, a woman had walked up and propositioned us! John told me that Abigail had gone back to her hotel room, and he showed me a key. I laughed and said, “Let’s go!”
I was nervous when we arrived at the hotel room. When John opened the door, Abigail met us in a short, silky nightgown. She gave one to me to put on. Then she handed John a pair of silk boxers, telling him he wouldn’t be as restricted in them.
After we were all changed, she invited us into the living room of the suite. She opened some champagne. John and I told her about our fantasies about another woman.
After drinking the first bottle of champagne, we all seemed to be relaxing. We talked about all kinds of things. It felt like we had known each other for a long time.
Then Abigail asked us to come into the bedroom. She had a camera on a tripod. She showed John how it worked, and how to take it off to get in close if he wished. While they talked techniques, I sat on the bed. Abigail asked me to lie back so she could show John how to focus. She asked me to lift my gown up and show her my pussy. When I did as I was told, she complimented me on my blonde bush.
The next thing I knew she was beside me. She kissed me and started rubbing my breasts. The heat started rising. I completely forgot about John and the camera.
Abigail seemed to kiss and suck every inch of my body, and I was climaxing almost constantly. My head felt like it was floating. I’ve never felt so wonderful in my life. Abigail was very adept at eating pussy, her tongue licking and flicking in, out, and then around my clit. When she stuck her tongue deep into me, it felt so very thick that I came in a few seconds.
Abigail left me lying on the bed, enjoying the wonderful, tingling aftermath of her a
ttentions, as she helped John change the tape. After that she finally removed her gown, and I saw her dark bush glistening. I wanted to taste it.
Abigail pulled me onto the bed. John grabbed the camera. Abigail and I shared a long, deep, sweet kiss. I could feel her need rising, along with my want. I kissed her full, large breasts. I was enjoying the role reversal. I kissed down her firm stomach, anticipating what was to come!
When I got to her dark cunt it was dripping, and her moans were long and low. My first taste was delicious, and I immediately started licking and sucking. I kept up as best I could, with her hips thrusting against my face. When I found her deep hole with my tongue, her shrieks told me her climax had hit. When I tasted that thicker fluid, I truly found heaven. I loved eating pussy. I was hooked.
We opened a fresh bottle of champagne, and watched the tape we had made. Abigail gave us our copy. She told us we could have the room, that she had a business meeting early, and left. John and I laughed, drank champagne, watched the tape again and made love many times.
The next morning she left a note that just said “Thanks!” What a climactic way to end the day.—N.T., Chicago, Illinois
YOU’RE NEVER TOO OLD TO LEARN
WHAT YOU’VE BEEN MISSING
We are a couple in our early sixties. I’m no Adonis, but I’m certainly not bad to look at.
My wife Annie is five foot three, and weighs a hundred and thirty pounds. She has exceptional boobs: large, firm and quite heavy, though there is no sag to them. Her tits are so erect and shapely that she would look beautiful if she dressed without a bra. Her areolae are brown, with small nipples. She has a tight little snatch, set off by a pretty brown bush.
We were both sexually inexperienced when we got married. As a teenager, the only fuck I managed was really not a success. Before we got together, my wife had never even had her pussy touched, let alone fucked. Maybe some guy touched her tits, but I’m sure no one ever saw them bare. I now regret the lack of experience, both hers and mine.
Our sex life has deteriorated lately. It seems as though we only fuck on rare occasions. In our early years we were quite active in bed. It was simple, straight fucking, with no variations in positions, but we both loved it. I would have liked oral sex, but the one time we tried was not a success. She sucked my cock, and it felt so good that I lost control and shot into her mouth. She didn’t like that at all, and that was the end of that. I have tried to eat her pussy quite a few times, but she always made me stop after just a few licks. I have suggested that we go outside our marriage for extra sex, but she has nixed that idea. I questioned her about the possibility of my going pussy-hunting. She said it wouldn’t bother her at all. But she didn’t want to know about it. I’ve been propositioned several times, by guys wanting to get into her pants and also by couples wanting to swing. I have had to sorrowfully decline.
I retired two years ago, and we moved into a nice house in this community. One of the first friends that Annie made was a woman, a few years older than us, named Rose. She was quite pleasant and, although I didn’t see much of her, I thought she was a good friend for Annie. I didn’t quite understand her marital status, and my wife didn’t want to pry. She had a grown daughter, but we didn’t know if she was a widow, divorced or even an unmarried mother. After a while, I got the feeling that she was paying attention to Annie in a special way. It made no difference to me if she was a lesbian, and my wife seemed to be too innocent to notice, so I just let things ride.
About a month ago I decided to bring things to a head. I informed Annie that I thought that Rose was hot for her body. Annie acted like she didn’t know what I meant. I asked my wife to find out why Rose was acting like that. Annie asked me what she should do. I suggested that instead of greeting her with a little peck on the cheek she should move to Rose’s lips, holding the kiss firmly for a little. Also, she might try a firm hug, not just a quick arm clasp. If Rose had ulterior motives, these advances would encourage her to become more intimate. Annie said she didn’t believe I knew what I was talking about. I had started the ball rolling so I just held my peace.
One afternoon last week, Annie returned home after having been to tea with Rose. Her face appeared somewhat flushed as she moved over to where I was sitting. She whispered into my ear, “Feel my pussy!” Her language never, ever gets dirty, so I was surprised to hear her come out with the word pussy. I lifted up her skirt. I was astonished not to see any panties. Her snatch was glistening with love juice, and was dripping wet. I inserted first one finger, then two, into her twat. I rubbed them around the walls of her canal, then brought them to my nose. The faintly fishy smell informed me that this was cunt juice, not come from a cock.
Annie’s slippery pussy turned me on, and my prick was hard and throbbing. I took off her skirt and unbuttoned her blouse. She wasn’t wearing her bra either. I pulled her over to the sofa, laid her down and spread her legs apart. I tore off my pants and shorts, plunged my dick into her slippery slit all the way up to my balls and fucked her as hard as I could. I was so excited that I could not tell if she had come or not, but I sure did. I pulled out my limp cock and held Annie tightly in my arms.
“Would you tell me what happened to get you like this?” I demanded.
Annie said, “It’s a long story. I don’t want to talk about it now.”
“But I want to know. It looks like you’ve had a very nice experience,” I told her. “Please tell me!”
She hesitated for a little while. Then she said that Rose and she had sex together on three occasions, the latest that afternoon. Then she told me, “After I recover a little, I’ll tell you how it all happened.”
After we ate supper she started her explanation. When I had told her Rose might be romantically interested in her, she had considered the idea absurd. But then she reflected that it might be possible. With that in mind, she followed the advice I had given her. The kiss on the lips was the beginning of a whole new relationship.
The day of the first kiss ended at Rose’s house. Annie was getting ready to go home after lunch. Rose said she needn’t rush off, and asked her to sit on the couch and talk a little. Soon Annie felt Rose’s hand creeping up her thigh. She stiffened, but didn’t try to prevent it. The hand moved higher, gently rubbing the crotch of her panties. Rose was breathing noticeably faster. Annie didn’t know what to do, so she simply opened her legs and permitted Rose to continue. Her finger slipped into my wife’s panties and stroked the lips of her pussy. After just a little of this ministration, Annie trembled and had an orgasm. Rose kissed her and said she hoped Annie liked it. My wife regained her composure, said good-bye, and came home.
About a week later the second episode took place. Again, Annie was saying good-bye in Rose’s living room. They were sitting on the sofa this time too. Once more, Rose’s hand started on its little trip. Annie thought she knew what to expect this time, but she got a surprise. Rose was not content with merely stroking my wife’s twat. She began tugging at Annie’s panties. My wife lifted her hips slightly, and Rose pulled them down and completely off. Then she knelt on the floor and buried her face in my wife’s cunt hair. Rose’s tongue thrust and probed rapidly. Her lips enveloped those of my wife’s twat. Annie was shivering and gasping with delight. Some of her cunt juice was escaping from Rose’s mouth. Annie then orgasmed, with a shuddering explosion. Annie picked up her panties, said good-bye and almost ran to her car.
The third occasion again was in Rose’s house. Annie went to pick her up to go to a women’s club meeting. Rose greeted Annie with a lingering kiss on the lips. Then she asked Annie if she’d enjoyed the last time that they saw each other. My wife stammered and stuttered, finally admitting that she had. Rose asked if she would like to do it again. Without waiting for an answer, she informed Annie that she had just called and told the women’s club that neither of them would attend the meeting.
She took Annie by the hand and walked her toward the bedroom. Then she wrapped her arms around my wife and gave her a passionate
kiss. Her hands dropped lower, to massage my wife’s ass. Annie was getting hot by then. She entered into the spirit and rubbed Rose’s ass-cheeks. They then broke the embrace and slowly started to disrobe each other. Their panties were the last to go. Annie was a little embarrassed to be bare-assed, but Rose did not give her time to consider it. They fell onto the bed, with Rose’s head at Annie’s crotch. Rose tongue-fucked her until Annie was almost ready to shoot.
Then she rose up, gave Annie a long, hard kiss and informed her that it was time for Annie to start sucking Rose’s pussy. Annie complained that she didn’t know how, but Rose explained that she should just give what she enjoyed receiving from Rose’s tongue and lips. My wife went to work, trying to do the same as Rose had done to her. Annie did real well, because it didn’t take long for Rose to explode. They rested a few minutes, then Rose returned to Annie’s twat. They continued their lovemaking until both of them had two satisfying orgasms. Annie then came home and showed me her dripping pussy.
Annie was terrified that I would be angry with her for having sex with someone other than me, and that I would think she was a lesbian because she did it with another woman. I comforted her, saying that I was actually a little jealous that she had managed to have sex when I had not. The truth of the matter was that I privately believed that this was the start of a new sex experience for me as well as for her. I told her that a sexual experience with another woman in no way made her a lesbian. It was just a release, and I knew she still loved me. I asked her what she would think if I had sex with another man. She thought a minute and then said that she wouldn’t mind if I really wanted to do it and if it made me feel good. I told her that if she wanted to do it again with Rose, it would be perfectly all right with me and I would be happy to encourage her.
A few days later, Annie informed me that Rose was coming to pick her up, and that they were going out to lunch. This was the opportunity I had been waiting for. When Rose rang the doorbell, I managed to be there before Annie. I opened the door and greeted her with a friendly kiss on the cheek. I said, “I want to thank you for being such a good friend to Annie.”
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