And each time, I noticed, Richie’s cock had grown larger! It was an incredibly erotic sight to see Bridget’s lovely manicured hand, with those perfect long nails, wrapped around his large and ever-growing shaft. It wasn’t long before her small hand could no longer close completely around it.
Neither of us expected things to go this far. Bridget looked amazed by what was happening; I was just plain mesmerized. I kept looking out the little window. Now I couldn’t see her making any effort to withdraw her hand. In fact, she seemed to be trying to squeeze that big cock, or as much as she could fit in her hand. Meanwhile he looked straight at the little window, like he was looking straight at me.
He ran his hand slowly down her abdomen, and I knew exactly where he was going. I watched his hand slid inside her bikini bottom. She was purring, “We shouldn’t,” but his hand was already on her sweet muffin. Then he whispered something I couldn’t make out, and her legs parted. It was obvious that he had a handful of juicy pussy.
Now it wasn’t words coming out of her, just a moan. I felt a need to regain my composure. I started making noises like I was finished and was headed out, then went back up on deck.
Bridget was headed back to the car. Richie had a big smile. He thanked me for coming and said, “I’ll see you Monday.” I could hardly miss the sight of his massive erection pushing out the front of his shorts—not that he tried to hide it at all.
When I caught up with Bridget at the car, she was a bit shaken. I asked if she was okay. She said yes, and asked if I’d gotten to see what I wanted, and if I’d enjoyed it. I told her how voluptuous she looked in Richie’s muscular arms. I said I loved her very much, and enjoyed every bit. I did allow, though, that it was all more than I expected.
She said she hadn’t expected it either.
I took her home, and we made love the rest of the evening. I teased her about Richie’s giant cock, asking if she enjoyed playing with it. She didn’t answer. But that night she was hotter than she’d ever been with me.
Monday morning at work I was told I would have to go out in the field on a troubleshooting job Thursday, then stay overnight to meet with the customer Friday. I enjoy the traveling part of my job, so that was fine with me.
That afternoon Richie called me in his office. After we bullshitted awhile about work, he got to the point. He knew about my trip, and he wanted to know if he could go over and visit with Bridget while I was out of town on Thursday, maybe have dinner with her.
After watching him with her on Saturday, I wasn’t totally surprised. Without saying it, he was asking if he could fuck my wife while I was gone! I said I would talk to Bridget and let him know. All I could think of for the rest of the day was what he was planning to do to her with his monster cock.
When I got home, I told Bridget I had to go out of town Thursday and Richie would like to have dinner with her while I was gone. I asked her what she thought of the idea.
“Are you serious?” she said gleefully. “You want us to be alone after what we did last weekend? Not that I’m complaining.”
I said I wasn’t sure but would think about it. I slept on it overnight. Once again Bridget and I made incredibly passionate love. But all I could think about was what it would be like to see her with Richie’s big cock.
In the morning I told her I was agreeable to the dinner idea, and she could take it from there.
“Are you sure this is what you want?” she said.
I said yes, but of course I didn’t want her to do anything she didn’t want to. She said she liked Richie, and dinner would be okay, but she wasn’t sure what to do if he came on to her. I assured her that, however powerful he was, he would never force himself on her.
Meanwhile, my head was filled with images of Richie fucking my princess silly with his super schlong. My humble hard-on raged out of control just from imagining it.
Thursday came, and all I could think about at the job site was my beautiful wife with Richie. That evening I was in my hotel room about half past seven when the phone rang. It was Bridget. I asked how she was doing. Wasn’t Richie over?
“Yes,” she said, “he’s been here since five. We’ve had dinner, and I’m calling you just to make sure. Because right now I’m standing in the upstairs bathroom with nothing on but a white see-through baby-doll outfit. He gave it to me after dinner in a gift-wrapped package, along with flowers.
“He’s been fondling and kissing me for the last hour. He just asked me to put on the baby-doll set for him, with high heels. If I go back downstairs dressed that way, understand that there won’t be any turning back. He’s going to fuck me.”
I paused a moment and took a deep breath, then said to go ahead and model the outfit for him, and to call me after he left. I stressed, “I want to hear every detail.”
Bridget was silent for a moment. Then she said, “I love you,” and hung up.
I was hard as a rock thinking about her, but I decided to wait for her to call back before jerking off. I waited for that phone call, and waited, and waited. I didn’t dare call them.
Finally, at two in the morning, the phone rang. It was Bridget, exhausted and half asleep. “Richie just left,” she said. “I hope it’s what you wanted. I had my first ten-inch cock. He’s been using my body like a playground since I went downstairs.”
As she told me in detail everything that transpired, I spanked my monkey. As I ejaculated, she said he was taking off work so they could go out on the boat that afternoon. She would see me when she got home. Then she hung up, saying she had to get some sleep before he picked her up.
I got home about three Friday afternoon. Bridget wasn’t home yet. So I unpacked and took a shower. After about an hour, I heard a car pulling up the drive. I went downstairs to meet her. As I stepped out on the porch, I saw her trying to collect her things. It looked like she was trying to put herself back together. She got out of the car and came up the walk. Richie waved to me from the car.
Bridget had her yellow bikini on, and was holding onto a towel and her other beach stuff while trying to cover her top. When she got close, I saw that the strings of her top were untied. She was only holding the bikini cups over her tits. Plus she had red lipstick smeared all over her mouth, and her hair was all messed up.
She came up to me, gave me a kiss and said, “Why don’t you go down and say hi to Richie, ‘cause I have to shower up?” She smelled of come, and as she walked away, I noticed a big hickey on her neck.
Wow! Here was my Barbie-doll wife, always so immaculate in appearance, stepping out of my friend’s car barely dressed and looking like a high school slut! I walked down to the driver’s side of Richie’s car, said hi and thanked him for taking Bridget out in the boat and having dinner with her.
He smiled up at me and said, “It was all my pleasure. And just in case you were wondering—”
He had pulled down the front of his shorts, exposing his half-hard dick. It was covered with red lipstick prints. She must have been sucking him off on the way home. I still had to wonder how huge that cock must be when it’s fully hard.
“See you Monday,” Richie said, and with a big smile drove off. I walked back in the house to get the rest of the story from Bridget.
After she showered, we relaxed over dinner, with a bottle of wine. Afterward, she was ready to tell me whatever I wanted to know. I asked about the hickey. She said she’d wanted to protest but just got carried away. She said she had hickeys all over, because Richie wanted me “to know every place he’d been.”
“I have another surprise for you,” she said. “He shaved my pussy for you.”
I was hard as a rock by now, and took her to our bedroom to see for myself. I undressed her, to find hickeys on each of her beautiful breasts, on her butt, on her abdomen, plus one on each inner thigh next to her well-fucked pussy. He left a small triangle of hair just above for decoration. I swear, I still smelled his spunk on her! She didn’t want me to fuck her because she was still tender, but she blew me till I shot all ove
r her.
Now every time I go out of town, Richie stays with Bridget. He bought a digital camera, and they e-mail me pictures of my beautiful wife with her giant bodybuilder stud. I’ve seen pictures of her giving him blowjobs, of facial come shots, of him tit-fucking her—you name it. After work, when I get to my hotel room, I fist my dick while I look at the pictures as they arrive on my laptop.
When I get home, Bridget treats me like a king. She seems quite content with the whole thing.
—T.R., Santa Monica, California
HIS BLACK BOSS SEDUCED HER, THEN BECAME SHERIFF OF HER PERSONAL SEX POSSE
When my wife and I were in our mid-twenties, my new boss, a well-built black man, started coming on to her.
Tina’s an attractive natural blonde. We dated in high school, then married after graduating from college. We had been happily married for five years, with children, when she first met Cal at a company party. His lascivious conduct confronted her with some immediate sexual tensions, but at first she just ignored him.
Cal is tall, forceful and charismatic, though hardly good-looking. He’s about ten years our senior, and is very dark with a muscular build. He has a reputation as an accomplished ladies’ man who particularly savors married white women.
About a year ago, at an intimate party in a friend’s home, Cal made his move, after plying Tina with drinks and dancing with her most of the evening. While I was aware of his advances, I didn’t intervene, thinking it was likely to happen eventually and hoping it would be just a passing alcohol-fueled fancy. I was also strangely turned on by Cal’s pursuit of my naive wife, who had no prior sexual experience outside our relationship.
On the dance floor, Cal stoked Tina’s fire by fondling her taut buttocks and rubbing against her generous tits. Later he inserted one leg between her bare thighs and humped her gently as they slow-danced. Still later, he slipped his big hands under her short skirt, cupping her ass cheeks and prodding her crotch with his massive erection until she responded wantonly.
At the defining moment, Cal pulled Tina’s soaked panties down, and she just stepped out of them. He pulled out his huge cock. In a sexual trance she fondled it, then drew the giant cockhead in her gushing pussy. They stood toe-to-toe, fucking to the music, oblivious to their surroundings.
After being absorbed by this action on the dance floor, I noticed that three other giant black guys—whose names I recalled as Frank, Randy and Gerald—were hungrily watching Tina’s every frenzied move. When they unzipped their pants and started stroking their giant cocks, I realized that my sex-inflamed wife was exposing herself to a full-fledged gang bang.
With her skirt up around her waist, Tina spread her legs and worked a few inches of Cal’s black monster inside her gushing pussy. They humped obscenely on the dance floor until she had a shattering climax.
I watched Cal carry Tina into a nearby bedroom, strip her naked and set her gently on the king-size bed. As he undressed to join his blonde prize, the other black guys slipped in the bedroom and quickly stripped. Now nude, they resumed stroking their big black dicks while watching Cal and Tina.
Cal positioned himself over my near-crazed wife, spread her legs and placed her heels on his broad shoulders. Then he entered her gently. As he eased his way in, an inch at a time, she squealed, moaned and bucked in mounting frenzy.
When his pole was all the way in, he paused to let her catch her breath and grow accustomed to his massive presence. After a few moments, he set about fucking her brains out—a half-hour cock-pounding crescendo until they both climaxed and fell in a heap on the bed.
Frank replaced Cal, slipping his huge sausage in my delirious wife and taking her over the top again and again. Then Randy took his turn, followed by Gerald, who kept up the pace until my serially fucked wife was sailing in sexual never-never land. Semen streamed out of her stretched pussy, all over her and the bed.
This orgy of interracial sexual prowess was burned into my memory. It was all the more shocking in light of Tina’s normally conservative nature. After a brief rest, for a full three hours the four black giants fucked my insatiable wife in every hole, in every possible combination, until they all fell asleep exhausted. Relieved that my ravished wife was getting this much-needed rest, I found a bed in an adjoining room and left her sprawled out amid her quartet of black superstuds.
When I awoke, I heard Tina moaning and groaning in the next room, and realized her lovers were giving her a resounding wake-up clusterfuck. I found fixings for Bloody Marys in the room where I had slept, and when the orgasmic noise died down, I took drinks in to the hearty revelers.
Following her “coming out” party, my wife was as contrite and depressed as she was sore. After two months of soul-searching and recriminations, however, Tina and I finally concluded that no real harm had been done to our marriage. In fact, her all-night escapade had supercharged our own sexual relations.
We went so far as to invite Cal and his friends over for drinks one evening, to show there were no hard feelings. We quickly realized, however, that our guests interpreted our gesture as an invitation to another helping of my wife’s sexual favors.
After putting the children to bed, Tina turned on some soft blues music. When our company arrived, I went to fix drinks, and returned to find Tina and Cal slow-dancing, locked in a passionate embrace. Cal looked me in the eye, then pulled Tina closer and gave her a probing kiss, which she returned.
After more intimate groping and deep soul kissing, Cal undressed Tina, leaving her deliciously exposed in nothing but high heels, with pussy juices running down her legs. They slow-danced lewdly in front of her other excited black lovers and me.
When the sexy dance ended, my nude, dripping wife suggested we continue the party in the master bedroom. Just as my erection was growing, so were my misgivings, concerns and churning emotions. But I didn’t try to interfere with the impending orgy.
My wife’s second all-black gang bang turned out to be slower-paced and much more sensuous than the first, perhaps because all the participants had been there before and knew their roles. This party too was very intense, and lasted for hours, leaving everyone but me completely exhausted. We didn’t let the men spend the night, however, with children in the house who might awaken at any time.
After hours of raunchy all-out fucking, my wife’s black sex posse came out of the bedroom grinning ear to ear. Since then, they’ve come back whenever they please, singly or in combination. We have the entire group several times a month.
I’m not sexually deprived by any means. Tina loves for me to clean up the mess after she’s been thoroughly fucked by one or more of her lovers, and I’m always welcome to sloppy seconds. And we have a strict policy of reserving Saturday and Sunday nights for our private sexual pleasures.
Cal still tells his wife he’s working with me on a “special project,” but Lila told me she knows the score and it doesn’t bother her. In fact, she’s pleased to know that Cal isn’t getting into any trouble, and to know where he can be found.
Lila has confided to me that her wandering husband “has always loved to fuck his married white sluts, but always comes straight back home to Mama.” She’s also said her bedroom door is always open to me if I need a little action or consolation!
None of this has messed up my business relationship with Cal. We get along great in the office, and business has been booming, with due rewards for all.
And my wife has seen nothing but benefit from this admittedly unusual arrangement. She readily admits that she’s hooked on all the earthy sex, and cherishes her special relationships with all of her black lovers as well as me.
While I’ve never heard of a successful relationship like this, I’ve learned to accept it—in part because it works for us, and in part because I wouldn’t know how to put together a satisfactory alternative. How else would I provide Tina with such a rich diet of black cock, not to mention the conjugal freedom and variety she now takes for granted?—G.F., Nashville, Tennessee
SHE SAID SHE WAS A HORNY HOUSEWIFE LOOKING FOR FUN, AND SHE SURE FOUND PLENTY
I’ve been an avid reader of Penthouse Letters for quite some time. I’ve read a number of letters regarding husbands enjoying sharing their wives with other men, and always wondered if the stories were true. After the recent experiences I’m about to share, I have a lot easier time believing they’re true.
My wife and I have been married for nearly twenty years, and in the last few years—you’ve heard this one before!—our sex life has become pretty stale. Christine is forty, more than ten years younger than me. She’s five-seven, still slim, with long legs and medium breasts. She keeps her pussy shaved and wears a belly ring. To put it mildly, she’s hot! The problem was that, hot as she is, I had mostly lost interest.
A few months ago Chris started surfing adult personals on the Net. I thought that was a bit strange, but we really didn’t talk about it. Then she asked if I would mind if she posted her profile on a popular site.
“What would the profile include?” I asked. She said it would just identify her as “a horny housewife who’s looking for some fun.”
At first I was surprised, since Chris had never discussed a desire to have sex with men other than me. After getting over my initial surprise, I was even more surprised to realize that the idea kind of turned me on! I said okay, and she posted her profile, along with a seminude photo I took of her once during a vacation in the Caribbean.
Within days she received a large number of replies from eager men. Over the next few weeks she corresponded with a few guys who had included photos with their replies. Truthfully, I still didn’t believe she would follow through on those ad responses she’d received. Was I wrong!
While this was happening, Chris and I were also planning a minivacation at a hotel in the city. (We live in a suburb.) A few days before we were to leave, she informed me that she would have a surprise for me on our first night.
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