I soaped up and began to scrub off the tanning oil, which felt almost like a second skin.
“Denise?”
It was Ron on the other side of the shower curtain.
“Need any help scrubbing your back?”
“Hmm, I would love that,” I said. “Come on in. The water feels great.”
My heart began to race as I watched him open the shower curtain slowly. He was standing there wearing only a slight grin and a look of want in his eyes.
“God, you look great,” he said. “Water running off your body, your skin glistening, smooth, clean and fresh.” He stiffened.
I held out my hand to him and said, “Come join me.”
He took my offered hand, stepped in, and slid the curtain shut. He faced me and placed his hands on my hips. They felt warm on my cooled skin. He pulled me to him. Our bodies made full contact as the shower water cascaded over us.
His hard cock pushed against my inner thighs. He kissed me, lightly at first, on my face, neck, and ears. Then we kissed passionately. While I ran my hands slowly over his shoulders and down to his lower back, he kissed my face and neck. I slid my hands down to his ass, feeling the contours and the firmness.
My pussy moistened in anticipation as Ron kissed his way slowly from my neck to my tits. He cupped both tits and sucked, licked, and nibbled on the nipples. The sensations made me light-headed, and I thanked God that this wasn’t a dream.
While Ron focused on my tits, I reached for his cock with one hand and massaged his balls with the other. His cock was as hard as it had been the first night we had sex. Like that night, I wanted him in me now.
I leaned back against a corner of the shower while Ron continued to fondle my tits and suck on my nipples. I lifted my leg and placed my foot on the edge of the tub. With my legs now parted, he had good access to my pussy.
I had one hand grasping the shower curtain rod and the other holding on to the soap holder. Ron knelt now, sliding his hands off my tits and around to my back. He moved them fluidly down to my ass while kissing his way along my stomach down to my pussy.
With my legs parted, Ron’s mouth and tongue found the folds of skin around my clit. He licked, sucked, and kissed my clit and love hole. His hands gripped my ass while he tongue-fucked me. Then, while continuing to suck and nibble on my clit, he slid a finger into my cunt.
His finger massaged the inside of my cunt while his tongue and lips explored my pussy. That first orgasm came fast, sending a quick shock of chills and muscle spasms, then a feeling of dizziness. As I recovered, I realized I was moaning softly and breathing deeply.
Ron stood up and looked at me with concern. “You okay?” he asked.
“Good God, Ron, I’ve never felt better,” I said. After catching my breath, I looked at him and said with a smile, “What about you?”
“At this point I’m up for anything,” he said with a devilish grin. I looked down at his bulging cock, then back up to his eyes. I knelt and took his cock in my mouth. I sucked him hard, taking in as much of his cock as possible.
“Oh, two weeks is too long to go without your lips,” he mumbled as I wrapped my mouth around his shaft.
I gripped his ass with one hand while I massaged his balls with the other. I rubbed his ass opening lightly while I sucked and then stroked him. My lips and tongue were now exploring the head of his cock.
He was close to coming. I stopped and stood up against the shower corner like before when he sucked my pussy. He grabbed my hips and pinned me to the shower wall. Then he guided his cock quickly into my cunt. He pumped with long, quick strokes till he shot his load. He groaned deeply and held my hips tight to his, ensuring deep penetration.
I felt his cock pulse as it continued to fill my cunt with his come. As his orgasm subsided, he pumped a few more short, slow strokes. He kissed my face softly as his pumping slowed to a stop. “Oh, Denise, I needed that,” he whispered in my ear between kisses. “I just needed to be inside you. That was a long two weeks.”
“Me, too,” I said. “Especially when we were lying in the sun, where I could see you in a bathing suit. Thinking of being together in bed again made my pussy hot and wet. I was hoping the wet from my pussy wouldn’t show through my bathing suit. But if it did, I was hoping you would notice!”
“You’re bad!” Ron said. “That’s one of the many things I like about you,” he added with a laugh.
He withdrew his cock slowly, grabbed the soap and washcloth, and we finished showering. We took our time in case my husband and Anne were still having sex.
After toweling off, we crept to the doorway between the rooms and peered in. Ted and Anne were on the bed. The bedspread and top sheet were crumpled on the floor. The contrast was plain—two naked tanned bodies on white linen.
Ted was fucking Anne doggie-style, hands gripping her hips firmly as he slid in and out of her. Both were breathing hard and shining with sweat. Suddenly Anne held her breath and grunted between groans: “Shit, Ted, you fuck my pussy so good! That felt fucking great!”
Ted kept going until he almost stopped and cringed. Suddenly he inhaled loudly, then exhaled with a growl as he shot his come into Anne’s cunt. He slowed his pumping to a stop and after a moment withdrew his cock. There was a big gob of come on the head.
Anne quickly rolled on her back, sat up, and took Ted’s cock in her mouth. She sucked hungrily while he watched intently. Ron and I, still unnoticed, stared in utter fascination at our spouses having sex there on the bed just a few feet away.
I watched the expression on my husband’s face as Anne sucked out the last drop of his come and swallowed it. After a few minutes she stopped sucking. Ted withdrew his cock, now clean of come thanks to Anne’s tongue and lips.
Ted kissed Anne deeply. “Thanks for the bonus,” he said between kisses.
“Anytime,” she said with a smile. “You taste great.”
Sitting on the edge of the bed, they must have noticed the clock. “Wow, I didn’t realize it was that late,” Anne said. “I wonder how Ron and Denise are doing.”
“Oh, just fine,” I said.
They both turned to see us standing naked in the doorway. “How long have you two been standing there?” Ted said casually.
“Long enough,” I said.
“Well, then, see anything you liked?” Anne said.
“Oh yes!” Ron said.
Nodding emphatically, I, too, said, “Oh, yes!”
“I’m glad to hear that,” Ted said. “Since it’s too late for the restaurant, why don’t we do room service? Pick out something and call down.”
“Super idea,” Anne said. Ron was already phoning an order. “I’m going to hop back in the shower now,” Anne said. “Care to join me, Ted?”
“Right behind you,” he said, and followed her to the bathroom. Turning to me, he said, “What are you going to do while we freshen up?”
“Watch from start to finish,” I said, slapping his ass lightly. “What a great way to continue the evening! Don’t you agree?”
“I sure do,” Ted said. “You and your ideas.”
“My ideas?” I said, acting shocked. “You, my dear husband, were the one with the stash of Penthouse Letters in the nightstand!”
We’ve never been happier. Sharing our sex life like this has only intensified our lovemaking. Thank you!
—D.S., Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
Unleashing Her Inner Slut
I’m not sure how to explain what happened last week, but I’ll try to put it down in words.
Let me start by introducing my husband and me. Herb and I have been married for ten years and have been very happy. He’s thirty-one, six feet, 175 pounds, with dark hair and dreamy brown eyes. I turned thirty not long ago, and have kept myself in shape by spending a lot of hours at the health club. I’m a brunette, five feet six and 120-plus pounds. I was blessed with an extremely generously proportioned body that I’ve worked hard to keep well-toned.
Herb was only the second man I ever slept
with, and I would have to say that both of us were pretty naïve sexually when we started reading Penthouse Letters five years ago. And I have to admit that your letters awoke some deep-seated desires inside me.
For quite some time Herb and I had taken to discussing our sexual fantasies during lovemaking. For some time too we had been talking about the possibility of bringing one of our more cherished fantasies to life now, before we start a family. We even purchased a few swinger magazines to see if anyone would be of interest to us.
What finally triggered the events I’m writing about was three months of slow sales for Herb. The company he works for doesn’t tolerate sales slumps and has a reputation for firing salesmen who fail to meet their quotas. Herb had just received a call from HQ in Chicago saying they were sending two VPs out to Portland to discuss his “situation.” He explained that it’s what they usually do when they’re going to can someone.
We discussed our options and decided not to go down without a fight. Our plan was to do whatever it took to ensure that Herb kept his job. Now I have to admit, I’ve always had a hidden desire to be a slut. Suddenly I found myself contemplating the possibility of having sex to help my husband hold on to his job, and I have to say that the thought really turned me on!
Herb picked Bill and Hugh up at the airport on Friday morning and took them to their hotel, where he left them, saying that we would meet them for dinner. They suggested that it might be better if he didn’t bring me, and he quickly assured them that anything they wanted to tell him, they could tell me. They said okay, it was fine with them, they didn’t care one way or another, just for him to meet them in the hotel dining room at six sharp.
Herb called me on his cell phone as he was leaving the hotel and went over with me the conversation he’d just had. I decided then and there that I was going to do whatever it might take to make certain that my husband still had a job at the end of the night.
As soon as we hung up, I hopped into my car and drove to the mall and rushed into Frederick’s. Strange urges arose in me as I tried to decide what to wear to dinner. Finally I gave in to those deep-seated slutty impulses of mine and put together an ensemble I figured would give my husband the best chance of remaining on the payroll.
When I got home, I found Herb sitting in the living room drinking a scotch and soda and looking mighty depressed. He said I didn’t have to go dinner with him. In fact, he felt maybe it would be better if he went alone. I said there was no way I was going to let him go though this alone, and we sure as hell weren’t going down without a fight.
I went upstairs and jumped into the shower and started to get ready for the most important dinner of our married life. It took me about two hours to get dressed to the point where I thought I was ready for whatever the night might hold. When I walked into the living room and Herb saw me, his jaw dropped.
“Jeez, babe,” he said, “you look fucking unbelievable.”
I stood before him wearing a black leather halter top that laced up the front, accenting my large, firm breasts, pushing them up and exposing them. I had on a white miniskirt and black hose with three-inch heels. What Herb didn’t know, but would find out on the drive to the hotel, was that I was wearing only a garter belt, with no panties.
I gave him a kiss and said that no matter what it took, he would still have his job at the end of the night. He said we better get going so we wouldn’t be late. As we drove to the hotel, I leaned up against the door and spread my legs. “Hey, hon, this isn’t going to bother you, is it?” I said while I ran my finger along my swollen cunt lips.
Herb almost drove into the ditch when he looked over and saw me. “Damn, babe,” he said, “just what the hell do you have in mind?”
“I plan on fucking these guys, if that’s what it takes,” I said.
“Oh hon, you don’t have to do that,” he said. “I can always find work.”
“Hey, babe,” I said, “we’ve been talking about bringing one of our fantasies to life. This could be the perfect opportunity.” I slid my tongue across my lips and dipped a finger in my wet hole.
“Oh, fuck, babe,” he said, “let’s just see how the night plays out.”
When we got to the hotel, Herb had the valet park the car and we went inside. When we entered the dining room, Herb asked where our reservation was. The captain pointed to a table in the corner. As we approached the table, the two guys stood up. It was my time to have my jaw drop. They were both drop-dead gorgeous!
As Herb introduced Bill and Hugh to me, and I shook their hands, I felt moisture form between my legs. Bill was about six feet tall and appeared to have an unbelievable finely chiseled body. Hugh was a little younger and shorter, and appeared to be in even better shape. As we sat down at the table, I tried to recompose my thoughts on how to approach the night.
During dinner I had a hard time keeping my mind on what we had come here to do. Then, just as the conversation turned to Herb’s sales record over the last few months, the band started to play in the ballroom. While reaching over and squeezing Herb’s thigh, I asked Bill if he’d like to dance.
He agreed readily, and as we came together on the dance floor, I pressed my body seductively (I hoped!) into his. As we moved across the dance floor, I made sure to maintain intimate contact. As I pressed into his firm form, I felt his manhood awaken in his trousers, and it felt awfully big!
After the first dance finished, we returned to our table. I continued to dance with our guests and my husband, more or less alternating. As the night wore on, we all consumed numerous drinks. Finally all three of the guys excused themselves to go to the restroom. When they returned, my husband had a strange look on his face.
When the next slow dance was played, Herb grabbed my hand and led me to the dance floor. As we moved around the floor, he whispered in my ear that we should call our plan off. I pressed into his body and asked why. He kissed me lightly and whispered that he had happened to glance over at the guys while they were taking a leak, and they were both “hung like horses.” He whispered again, “I think we should call this off.”
“No, I think we need to play this out,” I stammered, sliding my tongue into his mouth. We shared a passionate kiss. On the way back to the table, I squeezed Herb’s hand and said everything would be okay.
As the night progressed, the guys took more liberties with me while we danced. Their hands drifted down to my ass, and they moved more provocatively against me. Now Herb is well-hung, with a good seven inches, but as I rubbed up against these guys while we danced, they seemed to be huge by comparison. As the night wore on, my juices were running freely.
When the band announced the last dance at midnight, I grabbed Herb’s hand and led him to the dance floor. As we glided around the floor, our bodies pressed tightly together, I whispered that we should ask the guys over to our house for a nightcap. He hesitated a minute, then asked if I was sure. I ran my tongue seductively around his ear and said I was up for whatever this was going to take.
When we returned to the table, Herb asked the guys if they would like to join us for a nightcap at our house. They agreed and readily followed us to the lobby. While our car was being brought around, I felt Bill place his hand on my ass—as Hugh moved in between me and Herb.
I climbed into the front seat, and Hugh and Bill got in the back. I butted myself right up against Herb as he pulled out of the parking lot. As he turned onto the street, I slid my hand down to the inside of his thigh and ran my tongue around his ear.
“Mmm, baby, when this night’s over, you’re going to wind up with a promotion,” I whispered, while squeezing his now-semihard cock gently through his pants. He let out a groan as I rubbed his tool. As we headed onto the freeway, I glanced in the rearview mirror to see if the guys were watching us. I was happy to see that in fact they had their eyes glued to us.
On the drive home we exchanged casual conversation, and I continued to rub my husband’s hardening cock through his pants. Once we got into the house, Herb asked Hugh to
help him fix some drinks. I put a couple of CDs on to play, then sat down in the recliner facing the couch where Bill was seated.
Herb and Hugh brought us our drinks, and we got comfortable. Bill and Hugh said how much they liked Portland, and hoped they would have the occasion to visit more often. I leaned back in the recliner and let my leg slide off the footrest. Bill’s eyes opened wide when I spread my legs to expose my pussy. He poked Hugh in the ribs as I exposed my hot cunt for their viewing. I ran my tongue slowly across my lips with my eyes locked on theirs as they tried to divert their gaze from my hot fuckhole.
My husband suggested that the guys ask me to dance, since I seemed bored by all the night’s talk of spreadsheets and bottom lines. Bill and Hugh blurted out simultaneously that they would love to. I laughed and said, “Why don’t you both dance with me?”
The three of us got up and moved to the center of the living room. Hugh took me in his arms and pressed his firm body into me, and Bill wrapped his strong arms around me from behind. As we swayed to the music, I felt their hard fucktools pressing into me.
I let the slut in me take control. I ground my hips into Hugh, moving my leg between his, so I could grind my hot pussy on his manhood. Meanwhile, Bill ran his tongue across my exposed shoulder. At the same time, he slid his hand between my open legs and slowly inserted a thick finger in my love hole.
I let out a low moan as I felt Hugh’s big cock press up against my ass. As he humped his hard body into me, I slid my tongue between Bill’s parted lips. He sucked my tongue into his mouth and ran his hands up my stomach. When his hands reached my breasts, he began to caress them.
I pushed back into Bill, and he gently inserted two more fingers in my hot pussy. I was in the throes of passion and offered no resistance when Hugh advanced his dancing tongue into my mouth. I sucked on it as it slid deep in my mouth.
With Bill pumping his thick fingers in my hot hole, I leaned back into him. He moved his hot tongue up to my ear and whispered, “Baby, I’m going to stretch your pussy tonight!” I moaned as he pumped his finger in my pussy.
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