She reappeared in high heels, a leopard-print top and short-shorts which exposed the bottom swells of her ass cheeks. Calvin almost choked on his glass of cognac. “My goodness girl, I never knew such a perfect form existed!” he exclaimed. “Ann Marie, you are a goddess!”
Ann Marie dimmed the lights and put in a CD to dance to. She started by doing some basic moves in front of me as I sat on the sofa, before gliding over to Calvin, who was on the loveseat. She seemed to get a perverse thrill from blowing the older man’s mind with her acrobatic moves. She soon discarded her top and shorts as Calvin stared at her openly. Her ripe tits bounced like crazy, and her incredible butt, split in half by her G-string, shimmied as she danced around. She placed her hands on her knees, arched her back and made her bountiful butt-cheeks bounce, causing them to slam together in resounding claps. Calvin found this absolutely amazing.
“Show him what a lap dance is all about, Ann Marie,” I called out. Grinning wickedly, she turned to straddle Calvin, who wore a look of both shock and extreme arousal. She grabbed his head, pulling his face between her breasts while corkscrewing her ass on his lap. When she pulled away I saw that her tits were glistening with Calvin’s saliva.
She reversed position then, bouncing her gelatinous booty on Calvin’s rod. His weathered hands reached around to fondle her firm sweet tits as he began humping his ass off the seat, bouncing Ann Marie up and down. He was literally panting with desire. She stood up to wiggle her plush behind over his face. Calvin moaned out loud before burying his face in her fleshy cheeks, causing Ann Marie to giggle in surprise. When her smile faded into a look of ecstasy I realized he was licking her asshole. I found my own dick stiffening at the sound of her labored breathing.
Calvin leaned back vigorously, stroking his cock through his pants. “Can I just pull it out for some air?” he asked breathlessly. “Please . . . it just needs to breathe.” Ann Marie gave me a questioning look, and I shrugged, not sure how I felt about this, but curious to see what would happen. Ann Marie told him okay, he could pull it out, but he had to watch where he aimed it.
He quickly undid his pants, freeing his short, thick cock. Then he stroked his meat with one hand while fondling Ann Marie’ s soft ass with the other. My dick grew stiff watching this older man playing with my wife. I went over to the loveseat, stuck my tongue down Ann Marie’ s throat and grabbed the cheek that Calvin wasn’t groping. She leaned into me and moaned. I reached between her legs to play with her meaty pussy lips, and discovered that old Calvin already had two fingers in there. I hadn’t planned on another man finger-fucking my wife, but I was too horny to ponder it at the moment.
Ann Marie now undid my pants, freeing my large cock. She sat me on the coffee table, bent over to swallow my missile and began vigorously bobbing her face up and down my dick. I leaned back on my elbows to enjoy her voracious mouth. By now Calvin had pulled her G-string to the side, and was greedily feasting on both her holes, making loud slurping sounds, much as Ann Marie was doing around my dick.
Then Calvin stood up, and before I realized what was happening he was rubbing his stiff cock over her fleshy ass cheeks. I thought Ann Marie might stop him now, but instead she took my cock from her mouth and shouted over her shoulder, “Fuck me, goddamn it!”
My dick was so hard at this point it was twitching uncontrollably. Calvin quickly worked his meat into Ann Marie’s pussy and started pounding away at her. As he did, she went back to work on me, slurping at my cock with pure passion, her cheeks hollowing under the intense suction. I felt her slick throat muscles clamp around the head as she gagged herself with my meat. I gripped the back of her skull with both hands, pushing my dick deeper into her face until I felt the head hit the back of her throat. Calvin meanwhile was humping away at her violently wobbling ass-cheeks, his fingers digging into her sumptuous backside, yanking her to him with every stroke. He fucked her so hard that my cock was jarred from her mouth by the force of his thrusts. Ann Marie rocked back and forth on her heels, her face slapping against my wet dick.
Finally she wrenched herself loose from Calvin’ s grip, panting that she didn’t want him to come in her cunt. She squatted down between his legs and gobbled his pussy-slick cock down her gullet, her talented mouth easily swallowing all five inches of him. Overcome with desire, he gripped her head and began furiously pumping his old hips, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
I sat there dazed as this no-longer-young dude fucked my wife’s face like crazy as she enthusiastically devoured his dick. It wasn’t long before he stiffened and bellowed like a wild beast. She swallowed all of his meager come, and finally he released her head and fell back onto the loveseat, clutching his chest.
Moving quickly, I bent Ann Marie over the arm of the loveseat and placed my cockhead at the entrance to her tight butthole. She moaned with pleasure and pushed back at me until I had penetrated her sphincter and slowly scrunched half my shaft up her tight ass. Her narrow passage gripped my pole mercilessly, but I was able to work my shaft in to the balls, after which we began to establish a rhythm. Ann Marie began to ratchet her butt up and down on my shaft in time to my rigorous thrusts, her tight anal ring pulling hard on the backstroke, a hoarse groan of joy issuing from her throat each time I plunged back in. The flesh of her plush ass rippled as I recklessly stabbed into her delicious anus. I could feel my balls tightening as the sensations became overwhelming. I held out for as long as humanly possible, but her clasping rectum was too much for me. She was so tight that I could feel my come blowing back onto my shaft as I exploded up her clutching rear. I lay across her back, blissfully exhausted from the sheer intensity of my orgasm.
Finally I remembered Calvin, and I looked over to see if he was okay. He was still breathing raggedly, but he seemed to be healthy enough, and he definitely looked happy. I told him that at his age he ought to slow down; he’d been going at it so hard I was worried that he was going to have a heart attack. Calvin just grinned foolishly at me and said it would have been worth it.
—S.G., Baltimore, Maryland
WHEN HIS WIFE WORKED OVERTIME SHE WAS TRULY MAKING TIME AND A HALF
Ginger and I have been married for fifteen years, and have two daughters, ten and twelve years old. Recently Ginger took a job as a bookkeeper with a construction company. Most of the employees there, as well as the owners, are men. The only other female is a twenty-five-year-old receptionist named Polly.
Ginger has quite a good figure, which she likes to show off. I’ve always appreciated the fact that she is rather uninhibited and likes to dress seductively. We have always had a very active sex life, and at forty she shows no signs of a waning libido.
Soon after Ginger started her new job, however, I began to become concerned. She seemed to be dressing even more provocatively than usual. Most of the time her work attire consisted of a short skirt and a low-cut or half-unbuttoned top. Sometimes she would wear a bra and sometimes not. She did wear panties, but usually thongs. When I asked her about this, she told me that she and Polly, the receptionist, had sort of a competition going; every day they would try to outdo each other to see who could dress in a more revealing manner without actually going over the line. She explained that the guys in the office had pinups on their walls, some of them nude, which also provoked her to show them what she had. She said the sexual charge in the place countered the boring nature of the job, and made her feel young.
Ginger’s working hours are eight to five. For the first few weeks she was always home by five-thirty, but then she began coming home later and later, and when she did get home I could smell alcohol on her breath, and sometimes pot as well. When I asked her about this, she simply said that she had more work each day than she could keep up with during her regular hours, and that the overtime pay was coming in handy.
Last week I thought I would surprise her and pick her up at work. I arrived at the place at five-thirty. Her office is in a one-story building on a large lot, surrounded by construction equipment. There was a sign on the
door that said “Closed,” but I heard music and loud laughter coming from inside. Rather than knock on the door, I went around to a side window, which was open at the bottom, just about at eye level.
When I looked in, I saw something like a dozen men, both black and white, sitting around drinking. They were all well built, and ranged in age from the early twenties to the fifties. Also there were Ginger and Polly, drinking and laughing it up with the guys.
As I watched, one of the guys said, “Hey, how about some dancing?” At that, with no hesitation, both Ginger and Polly got up on top of a large desk. Polly had on a skimpy sundress, and Ginger was wearing a hip-hugging miniskirt and a low-cut crop top. When they started dancing, it was obvious that Polly didn’t have any panties on. Within a few minutes she had slipped off her dress and was dancing totally nude.
Then, to my astonishment, Ginger went down on her knees and began licking Polly’s clean-shaven cunt. Ginger’s rear end was sticking out, and the strap of her thong was clearly visible between her rounded ass cheeks. Polly was moaning as Ginger went on eating her out to the cheers of the men.
After a while Ginger got up and began to slowly take off her clothes, until she too was nude. She then moved over to another desk and lay down on her back, spreading her legs. Polly did the same thing on the desk they’d been dancing on. And then both girls began to play with themselves, stroking their tits and their cunts as the guys all laughed and cheered them on.
Then two of the younger men got up and began to strip. When they were nude, one of them climbed on top of Ginger and the other mounted Polly. I watched in amazement, my dick throbbing like crazy, as a strange man happily fucked my cooperative wife in front of a roomful of other guys.
In about five minutes Ginger, Polly and the two guys fucking them all seemed to come at the same time. Ginger quickly got up, took her clothes and went into the ladies’ room. Polly moved more slowly. I realized that the party was breaking up, and I quickly ran to my car and drove off.
Having just watched my very lusty wife playing with another woman and then getting herself screwed in front of a whole bunch of watching men, I was somewhat stunned, but I was also horny as hell. But when Ginger came home, she acted as if this evening had been just like any other. In no way did she give any sign of what a slut she had become. I decided not to say anything to her about what I had seen, but that night, when we made love, I was more turned on than I had been in years, and I had the most incredible orgasm. Ginger commented about how passionate I had been, and wanted to know what had come over me. I told her that I had been having a fantasy about her being an insatiable whore who constantly fooled around with other women and had sex with strange guys in front of a roomful of men. Ginger looked at me strangely, but then she just laughed and said I had been watching too many porn videos.
Since then I have taken to going down to Ginger’s office a couple of times a week. She still doesn’t tell me about what she does, and I don’t tell her that I see her doing it. But it sure makes for some great fucking!
—Name and address withheld
IF A WIFE CAN’T LOSE HER INHIBITIONS WHILE ON VACATION, THEN WHAT IS THE WORLD COMING TO?
I have been a fan of your magazine for several years. My wife Mimi used to read some of the letters to me as I ate her out, or as we played with each other in bed. For a long time our sex life, though good, was fairly conventional, but after a while we began gradually pushing our limits. Mimi finally got to the point where she enjoyed secretly flashing her sexy pussy at me when we went out. Mimi is five feet four inches tall, with an athletic build. She has nice perky tits with sensitive nipples, and athletic legs. Her ass is superb.
After three years of marriage we decided to take a vacation in California. Having read so many letters in your magazine about exhibitionism and threesomes, I was hoping maybe something could happen along those lines, but Mimi said there was no way. But I noticed that she packed a short knit dress that clung to her body and barely covered her luscious ass. She also didn’t object when I suggested maybe we could go to a nude beach, just for the experience.
After a couple of days of sightseeing we did visit a nude beach. In preparation, Mimi shaved her pussy, leaving just a small strip of hair above her slit. Once there, the two of us watched some guy jack off on the beach. Although I think he was doing it for the benefit of a couple of guys not too far away, Mimi watched with fascination as this guy unloaded on himself.
On our way to dinner, with Mimi in her short clingy dress but no panties, we stopped in at a sex shop. Mimi purchased a ten-inch vibrator. As we were looking through the store she flashed me little glimpses of her shaved pussy lips. At one point another customer saw her do it. She pretended to be embarrassed, but I could tell she wasn’t as bothered as all that.
Back in the car, while we looked for a place to eat, Mimi began playing with herself, using her new toy. She started talking about the guy on the beach, and how much watching him had turned her on. I helped her out by rubbing her clit as I drove, and she had a screaming orgasm. She really likes to let go when she comes.
At the restaurant I played with her wet pussy lips under the table as we ate. I was pretty sure two guys at a table not too far away could see everything. After dinner we decided to go to a strip club. We found a high table close to the runway, and the tall chairs gave Mimi ideas. We were both turned on, and the beers were going down smoothly. Mimi’s skirt was pulled high as she sat there, and as I tried to get a look at her pussy I saw that her hand was grazing over her lips. Then I looked up and saw an attractive guy across the narrow runway, looking straight up her skirt. She was deliberately showing off for him. When I asked if she was having fun, she laughed and said that the guy looked interested, so what the hell.
I told her I was going around to the other side of the runway to see how much he could see. My heart was pounding as I walked around to stand just behind the watching man, and sure enough, I could see everything she had, and so could he. Mimi caressed her cunt lips again as we watched. She was obviously enjoying the game she was playing. She kept her skirt high and her legs slightly apart, so the stranger could continue to observe her while he watched the dancers on the runway.
I went to the bar to get some more beer, and when I went back to Mimi I got a surprise. The man who had been watching her had moved around and was now standing by the table, talking to her. I didn’t know whether I should stay away or join them. My heart was racing again. Finally I stepped up to the table and sat down, and Mimi introduced us.
The man’s name was Lars. He was originally from Norway, now going to marine mechanic’s school in California. He was blond and good-looking, about five feet ten and well built. He complimented me on having such an attractive wife. Mimi smiled and asked him if he would like to see something really cool. I knew what she meant, and now I was getting really excited. Mimi has a tattoo on her hip, and I had always wanted her to show it to someone, but she had been too shy. Now she lifted her skirt to show him, at the same time, of course, giving him a much closer look at those puffy pussy lips and the ribbon of hair above them. Lars was obviously excited. Mimi asked him if he liked her tattoo, and in reply he took her hand and put it on his heart. I was sure it was racing as fast as mine.
When Lars went to get a beer, I asked Mimi if she wanted to try stripping sometime like the girls on stage, and she just grinned and said maybe. Encouraged by this, I then asked her if she would like to go somewhere and do a private strip for Lars and me. To my surprise, she said okay, as long as there was no touching on Lars’ part. She added that he might even watch while we fucked. I could hardly believe what I was hearing.
When Lars returned I explained to him what was going on. He was up for it, and invited us to his place, which was close by. We all headed out, and Mimi and I followed him in our car to the small apartment he rented above someone’s garage. Mimi was playing with her pussy on the way, and I was starting to realize that she was as excited as I was, if not more.
/> When we got there things were a little awkward at first, none of us knowing quite how to get things started. Finally Mimi evidently decided it was now or never. She stood up in front of Lars and raised her skirt, once again showing him her pussy, then turned so he could see her behind. He reached out and caressed her legs and ass. Then he started to kiss her ass cheeks, his hands moving to the insides of her thighs. She reached back to stroke his cock through his pants. Obviously she had forgotten all about her no-touching rule. She turned around and unzipped his pants, and his cock stuck out over the top of his underwear. She pulled it out and inspected it. It was nice and big, probably about nine inches. She stroked it up and down, until Lars suggested we move into the bedroom. Mimi said okay, but that she wasn’t going to fuck him. Lars said he would do whatever she wanted.
In the bedroom Lars and I stripped and got on the bed, and Mimi climbed between Lars’ legs and licked his cock from the base to the tip. She gives incredible head, and I knew he was in for a treat. I began eating her pussy, with my nose in her asshole and my tongue swirling all over her swollen lips. Then I stuck my cock in her from behind and started slamming away. She was sopping wet. As I fucked her I slipped off her dress. We had fantasized about things like this, but I had never thought Mimi would actually go for it. Now here was my sexy wife in nothing but her heels, sucking this stranger’s long cock while I fucked her. I was concentrating on not coming too soon, which was hard, and Lars looked like he was having the time of his life.
After a while Mimi stopped sucking on Lars and pulled away from me. She then climbed up to straddle his hips and began sliding her pussy lips up and down his shaft without taking him inside her. Her wet pussy made his cock glisten. I sat on the end of the bed and watched as they kissed. Lars squeezed her ass and played with her asshole. Her juices were flowing all over his cock, but she kept telling him she wouldn’t fuck him.
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