He Bolsters His Wife’s Confidence With the Help of Two Raunchy Strangers
Not long ago my fifty-three-year-old wife, Myra, started to feel down about her age and complain about how unattractive she was getting. Actually, the fact is that she’s still a gorgeous woman with a great body. She looks about ten years younger than she really is, and still turns heads wherever we go. But her loss of confidence had caused her to lose interest in sex, so I set out to do something about the situation.
A few weeks ago I took Myra on a weekend trip to Chicago, having scheduled some activities to keep us busy while we were there. But my prime intention was to prove to her how desirable she really was. When we left late Friday afternoon I encouraged her to wear a crimson-colored button-down top and black Lycra skirt, together with a black bra, matching panties, and stockings. She looked fucking great!
When we got to our hotel, I took her into the lounge for some drinks, and after a while I told her I had to get something from our room and would be right back. I knew that sitting there by herself she would attract some male attention, and I wanted to see how she would react. I found a seat in the lobby where I could actually watch her in the lounge.
Several men approached her during the next half hour, and I watched her shoot them all down. Finally I figured nothing was going to happen and was getting ready to rejoin her when two good-looking guys in their thirties came up and started talking to her. They bought her a drink and eventually sat down with her.
I watched them for about twenty minutes and then decided to join them. The guys seemed put off by my presence at first, but I bought them more drinks and things started to get friendly. Their names were Harry and Charles. After a while one of them asked Myra to dance, and after that they took turns dancing with her. As the night wore on they got bolder, and her inhibitions diminished. Some rather suggestive things were said, and several times I saw one or the other of them brush her ass or even squeeze it on the dance floor.
I went to the bathroom at one point, and as I returned I saw that Myra was kissing Charles, while his hand was under the table. When she saw me she straightened up immediately, but I just acted like nothing was happening.
Finally I suggested we all go to our room for a nightcap, and off we went. On the way up in the elevator I stood beside my wife, with Harry on her other side. He placed his arm around her waist, and as we left the elevator I saw him squeeze her ass.
In the room the three of them sat on the edge of the bed, with Myra in the middle. I took the ice bucket and told them I was going to get some ice and would be right back. I deliberately left the door off the latch, and when I returned I eased it open quietly and peeked in. The two guys were taking turns kissing my wife, and both of them had their hands under her skirt. She parted her thighs for them as I watched, and the men seemed excited by what they found. Quickly they removed her shirt and bra and began sucking her breasts while pushing her skirt up to her hips. Charles stood up then and slowly slid her panties down her very shapely legs.
Myra was getting very hot. She passionately kissed each of them in turn, as the other one stood up to undress. I slowly entered the room and sat in a corner to watch. None of them even noticed me.
Charles got on his knees and started to eat Myra’s wet pussy, as Harry kissed her and sucked on her tits. He then eased her down on the bed and crawled up to offer her his cock. She eagerly sucked him into her mouth as Charles continued to eat her out.
My wife had her first climax of the night as Charles mounted her and slid his cock into her pussy. Harry came in her mouth as Charles was fucking her, and after about five minutes Charles came inside her with a groan.
Myra then got on all fours and told Harry to do her doggie-style. Charles offered her his cock to suck, and she took it eagerly.
For the next two hours I watched them fuck my wife in many positions, even doing a double penetration with Harry in her pussy and Charles in her ass. Then Harry took a turn in her ass, too. Myra orgasmed several more times before they were through.
Of course they had all become aware at some point that I was watching, but none of them seemed to care. When the guys left I was crazy to fuck Myra, but she said she was too tired and that I should wait until morning. Then she rolled over and went to sleep, still oozing come from her ass and pussy.
When we went down to breakfast Saturday morning, we ran into Harry and Charles and invited them to join us. They asked Myra if she wanted to spend more time with them, and she said yes. It was pretty clear, however, that I wasn’t invited. Myra told me to find something to do, saying she would join me in a few hours. She pecked me on the cheek and left with the two men.
Myra didn’t get back until one in the afternoon, and when she did she looked a mess. Her hair was uncombed, and there were splotches of come in it, and dried come on her face. Of course her pussy and ass were well fucked, and come from them ran down her legs.
The sight of her that way made me so hot that I grabbed her and we had a passionate quickie on the bed. Her pussy felt so stretched and sloppy I couldn’t believe it.
Afterward she told me that the guys were taking her out that night for dinner and a concert, after which she promised to be mine for the rest of the weekend. I reluctantly agreed. She showered and changed, dressing conservatively but seductively, and then left.
She did not come back, however, until almost noon on Sunday, shortly before we were to check out. After some prodding she told me what had happened. After dinner the guys had suggested that they skip the show and go on to a nightclub, where they ran into a couple of Charles’s friends. Eventually they all went back to Harry’s house, where all four men took turns with her all night long, fucking her in all her holes.
Myra was exhausted but happy, and when we got back home we had one of the greatest fucks of our married life. I was sorry that we hadn’t gotten to do some of the things I had planned in Chicago, but on the whole the trip was a success, as since then I haven’t heard any complaints from her about being old and unattractive!
—J.S., Springfield, Illinois
On This Getaway Weekend Her Bikini Was Adjustable, and So Was Her Sex Life
Two weeks ago my husband and I took a trip out of state, just to get away for a weekend. When we reached our destination we checked into a fancy motel, and I immediately decided to try out the pool. I slipped on my new yellow bikini. The top and bottom of this outfit were both adjustable, allowing me to show off as much skin as I wanted. Sean, my husband, told me the less it covered the better he liked it, so I adjusted it to cover the minimal amount of skin and went down to the pool. Sean said he’d join me in a little while.
I stretched out by the pool and proceeded to enjoy the sun. My tan is very dark, and the yellow bikini really set it off. My breasts are a nice 36B, and almost all of them were bulging out of the bikini top. The pool was right in front of the motel, so anyone driving or walking by could see me. I got a few honks and whistles, which made me feel pretty good.
As I was turning to lie on my back, three guys came walking by. They looked to be in their twenties, and I heard one of them say, “Man, check her out. I’d sure like to hit on that!” I pretended not to hear him.
Soon afterward Sean showed up, and I told him about the guys. He asked if that had turned me on, and I said it had. He said if I saw them again, maybe I should do something about it. Then he took his towel and went to sit on the other side of the pool.
After a few minutes the three guys came back. When I saw them coming I fixed my top so that I was showing a tiny bit of nipple, and fixed my bottoms so they were pulled up almost into my pussy. When they got close to me, I looked right back at them as their eyes went over me, and asked if they liked what they saw. Of course the answer was yes. I then asked them if they’d like to see more. Same answer, naturally.
Now I knew that at forty-three I was anywhere from fifteen to twenty years older than these guys, but they were obviously interested, and they had my pussy so hot! I gave
them my room number and told them to meet me there in fifteen minutes. After they left I looked over at Sean, who smiled and gave me the high sign.
I went back to the room and changed into a short sundress. Soon there was a knock on my door, and I opened it to let in the guys. They stood and stared for a minute or two, with obvious hard-ons. My pussy was on fire. I sat on the edge of the bed and beckoned them over. Two of them sat on either side of me, and the third stood in front. They started to feel my legs and breasts, and I told them to undress.
As they stripped down I saw that the one standing in front of me was very well endowed. I took hold of his cock and started sucking it. Soon he stepped forward and pushed me back on the bed, pushing my skirt up over my hips. Then he spread my legs and pulled down my white panties. The other two guys knelt by my head and offered me their cocks to suck. I alternated between them as their friend ate my pussy.
After a minute the big guy took his mouth away, and I felt his cock ease into my cunt. He was so big that my pussy took a moment to adjust to his size, but soon it felt great. He fucked me for about ten minutes, and then I suddenly felt him jerk inside me and his warm come filled my pussy. Soon after that the other two guys both came, covering my face, hair and neck with their jism.
As we were recovering, one of the guys asked if I was married, and I said yes. When they asked where my husband was, I said that he and I would be at the motel bar that night, and that if they wanted to party with us I would dress really sexy for them. They all agreed to be there.
That night I wore a long, low-cut black cocktail dress, with a slit on the right side up to the hip. Aside from sheer black stockings and high heels, I wore nothing else. Sean and I went to the bar around eight and had a couple of drinks before the guys arrived. When they did we started to party it up. A DJ was on the bandstand, and the place soon got crowded. I danced not only with all three of the guys and my hubby, but also with about six other guys. The slit in my dress allowed them to feel me up a lot, and my pussy was played with a good deal, both at our table and on the dance floor. I guess we all got pretty drunk.
When the bar closed for the night we all staggered back to the room, and as soon as we were inside Sean passed out in a chair. At least he pretended to, but I was pretty sure he was awake and just wanted to watch.
I sat on the bed and crossed my legs, and the next thing I knew my dress was off and all three guys were fucking me. This time we fucked all night, and I took come not only in my mouth and pussy, but in my ass as well. I had done a lot of things, but this was the first time in my life I had had three guys inside me at once. And I loved every minute of it.
They all left in the morning, before my hubby “woke up.” Actually he had watched every second of what had gone on, and as soon as they were gone we had a delicious fuck of our own. It was turning out to be a great weekend, and we still had a couple of days left!
—Name and address withheld
The Holiday Didn’t Improve Their Golf Game—It Just Changed Their Lives!
Trisha and I had been an item for some time, and had moved in together. The changes in her were quite apparent. She had been reserved about sex in the beginning, but now our lovemaking was so powerful, she just wanted more. In the course of a few months it became obvious she was looking for still more, much to her surprise and mine.
She often asked about my sex life before her, as mine was quite liberal and hers quite constrained. She was looking for new experiences and said she wanted to try swinging. She wanted to try a foursome, maybe even have sex with a woman, something she had thought she would never do. So we talked it out.
Now, asking a neighbor or friend to join you in bed is tough. So is going to a swing club, or having sex with a complete stranger. We talked all over the issue, but couldn’t get anything going. That is, until our holiday last summer. When we chose the resort in the Canadian Maritime Provinces, the last thing we had in mind was a week of great sex. We expected to golf and hike and the like. We did not count on meeting a couple twenty years our junior with another set of holiday activities in mind.
We met Kyle and Connie on the second day, as we walked a riverside trail beside a golf course. We kept passing each other at various viewpoints and park benches. At one park bench, when Trisha and I stopped to unpack our picnic lunch, we asked the younger couple to join us in our light meal, complete with a bottle of fruit wine.
Soon after the introductions, we were laughing like old friends. After lunch, we strolled together for quite some time in the sunshine along the riverbank, with Trisha and Connie out front talking and giggling like schoolgirls and Kyle and me following a few yards behind. Suddenly the girls bolted across the fairway toward the clubhouse. I’m not much of a golfer, but even I know this is a serious no-no. The yelling from a group of golfers confirmed this, but as the girls had already started out for the clubhouse, all Kyle and I could do was follow them.
It seems the girls had decided it was time for a beer, and since none of us had any, the best option was a cross-fairway dash! Why we weren’t kicked out, I don’t know. But a beer and a good laugh were enjoyed by all.
After a time we started to walk back to our resort villa. We were all staying in the same section. The topic of supper came up. Kyle and Connie were going to barbecue a couple of steaks. We had planned on doing the same, and had two steaks marinating all day. It was an easy decision for us to invite them to our unit—bring your steaks and come on over! We would provide the wine and barbecue. Connie said she would make a salad, and the deal was done.
Eventually they appeared at our door, with supplies in hand. Dinner was fun. Conversation ranged far and wide, but somehow the talk kept coming around to sex, usually in the form of some favorite sex experience or place.
Connie came back from the washroom in our bedroom and commented on the large Jacuzzi bathtub. “You two must have had fun last night,” she said. The tub had a wide ledge around three sides, and on this ledge I had placed a dozen small scented candles. The champagne bucket and stand were still there, along with the empty bottle.
Yes, I admitted, we had fun. Connie asked Trisha if it took a lot of persuading to get me to go along with the romantic atmosphere and night. She was startled to hear that it was my idea all along and I had done all the arranging.
“You?” she said to me.
“Oh yes,” said Trisha. “Bryan is quite the romantic—and great in the tub, on the balcony, in the bushes, even in bed.” She got quite the laugh out of that.
More discussions about sex and fun, and a four- bottles-of-wine dinner was over. Time to tidy up.
“You guys clean up,” Connie said. “Trisha and I are going to run the bath, and when you’re done in the kitchen, you can join us.” Kyle looked like he would faint, Connie had a smirk on her face, and Trisha had a wonderful grin—she was one happy camper. Me, I just started picking up the dishes. I told Kyle to bring me the rest, carefully. We had to clean up properly, or no dessert for us! “And we do want dessert,” I said, “don’t we?” The girls laughed as they headed arm in arm for the bedroom.
Well, Kyle was in a heck of a hurry. I told him to calm down. The tub would take at least ten minutes to fill properly, and then they would have to drain it a bit after having overfilled it, forgetting that four people displace a lot of water. “Take your time,” I said. “The girls aren’t going anywhere.”
We cleaned up, got the dishwasher going, opened another bottle of wine and headed for the bedroom. I nearly dropped my wine when I saw the two girls. Their breasts could never have been cleaner as they were carefully hand-washing each other’s with bath soap. Lots of bath soap. They were giggling like a pair of schoolgirls, and were obviously having a lot of fun.
I almost, but not quite, didn’t want to interrupt them. Kyle had no problem and quickly shucked off his clothes and stepped into the tub, his hard cock pointing the way. Me, I wanted to savor the moment and take my time. Besides, I was enjoying the view of Connie’s small, pert breas
ts as they disappeared and reappeared in the soapy water. There’s a lot more to sex than just intercourse, and I’ve always enjoyed the sight of a pretty woman. Connie was a grand specimen. Kyle was one lucky man.
By now I was disrobing slowly, and Connie was watching intently. I knew what she wanted to see. I was wearing a low-cut semitransparent brief that couldn’t hide my erection. I had pushed it to the inside before removing my pants. My cock easily moved to poke out above the brief, giving Connie a good preview of what she was obviously anxious to see.
Trisha was getting quite the kick out of my sly slow show. Connie was getting ample distraction watching Trisha give Kyle’s cock a good hand cleaning. By the looks of him, if she wasn’t careful, he was about to shoot off in her hand. Connie finally got to see what she was waiting for as I finished removing my clothes and joined the others in the tub.
In the tub it proved impossible not to rub and be rubbed. We were having a grand time continuing our dinner discussion when Connie said she wanted to fulfill one of Trisha’s fantasies, and one of hers—to have sex while being watched. She led Kyle by the hand to our bed, just a few feet away. They barely got settled when he entered her and began to work away in rather a frenzy. She did her part, and they both seemed happy with their orgasms, however quickly they came. But you could tell the girl wanted more.
Trisha said we should show them how it’s done. She told them to stay on the bed, and we would join them.
We started with me carefully drying Trisha off, rubbing her skin down and, as she stood beside the bed, kissing her neck, the sides of her breasts and the valley between them, and also teasing her nipples—slowly sucking first one and then the other.
By now she was starting to get a little unsteady on her feet. I had her sit on the bed, raised one leg, and kissed slowly up from her ankle to her calf, midthigh and high inner thigh, then a quick lick and kiss to her clitoris. With my tongue and finger, I worked her to the grand orgasm I was hoping for, where she expelled some fluid when she came.
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