We had been drinking pretty heavily, and even Carla, who rarely drinks, had been tossing them back. When Tony asked if it was okay if he danced with my wife, I told him to go right ahead, if Carla was agreeable. As I sat there watching them dance I began to get really horny. Tony pressed her body close to his as his hands caressed her bare skin. After a few dances they returned to the table, and Carla asked if Brad or Wilbur wanted to dance. Wilbur led her onto the dance floor, his hands caressing her ass cheeks.
When they returned to the table, Wilbur suggested that we go over to their hotel, where they had a suite complete with bar, and finish the party there. I agreed, and Carla said it sounded great, as she was getting a little bored with the party anyway.
The guys had come over in a taxi, so I told them we would give them a ride back in our rental car. Outside, Brad got into the front seat with me, while Carla, who was pretty drunk, climbed into the back with Tony and Wilbur. As Brad gave me directions I glanced in the rearview mirror and saw that Tony’s hand was creeping between Carla’s thighs from the left, and Wilbur was starting to rub her leg from the right.
Half an hour later we arrived at their hotel and quickly made our way up to their suite. After a few more drinks, Brad suggested that Carla make herself more comfortable by taking off her wrap. Carla stood up, smiled, and then surprised me by asking if she couldn’t just take off everything.
“Fuck, yeah!” they all shouted, and my sexy wife unhooked her bikini top, exposing her firm round tits and dark brown nipples. But before she could pull down the bottoms, Wilbur reached out to tug the skimpy garment over her hips, his hands all over her hot ass.
Tony then took Carla’s hand and led her over to a love seat. He sat her down, stood in front of her and began to take off his shorts. As they dropped to the floor, up sprang his enormous dick. Carla quickly reached for it. Brad and Wilbur walked over to get a closer look, and Brad began to cheer Tony on, saying, “Give her that big fucking dick. Let her taste it.”
With that Carla took his cock into her mouth and began licking its length before sucking on the head. It felt unreal, watching my wife giving a blowjob to a man she had just met. Tony slowly rocked his hips back and forth as he began to fuck her face, gradually feeding his cock into her mouth deeper and faster.
By now Brad and Wilbur had removed their clothes to reveal big, rock-hard physiques and big hard cocks to match. Wilbur’s cock must have been at least ten inches long, and Brad’s was a little shorter, but thicker. The two of them watched for some time while Carla continued to suck Tony’s dick. Finally Wilbur spoke up. “Come on, man, hurry up, willya? I gotta fuck this hot chick!”
Tony told him to be patient. He then asked Carla to get on her hands and knees, so he could fuck her from behind while she sucked off Wilbur and Brad. Carla did so, and was soon moaning loudly as Tony pumped her from the rear. Wilbur slid his big cock into her mouth and began to fuck it.
Carla took turns with Brad and Wilbur, sucking them one at a time. This lasted for several minutes, until Wilbur warned that he was about to come. Tony then lay Carla on the couch with her head hanging over one arm, and Wilbur positioned himself so that she could continue to suck his dick. Within minutes he shot a huge load of come into her mouth, saying, “Damn, you’re so fucking hot!”
Carla smiled broadly as she lay there with come leaking out of her mouth. Tony crouched between her legs, spread them as far apart as they would go and stuck his hard dick back into her wet and waiting cunt. He fucked her fast and hard, pushing himself all the way in with each stroke. Carla was totally enjoying the pounding. “Come on, you big hunk!” she yelled. “Fuck me harder. Yeah, that feels so fucking good!”
Tony returned the compliment. “You’re one hot fuck, baby,” he panted. “Yeah, squeeze that tight cunt and milk the come right out of my balls!” Soon after that he pulled out of her and began jacking off, aiming his cock at her mouth. He told her he was going to shoot his load down her throat, and he proceeded to do just that.
Brad, who had been standing on the sidelines, stroking his cock, now reached for an empty glass. At first I had no idea what he was up to, but when I saw him place the glass in front of his dick I caught on. He jerked off into the glass, filling almost a quarter of it with his come. Then he handed it to Carla, saying, “While I fuck you I want to see you drink every last drop of my come.”
With that he positioned himself between her thighs and rammed his cock into her pussy. After the first few strokes he told her to go ahead and drink down his come, but to take her time and savor each drop. Carla smiled as she raised the glass to her lips and began to sip the come out of it. We were all riveted as we watched this performance. Once the glass was empty, Carla made a show of sticking out her tongue to lap up the last remaining drops.
Finally I took a turn fucking my wife, as she sucked Tony’s dick. Brad and Wilbur cheered us on, and then they all took turns fucking her again. Carla was loving every minute of it. Then at one point she said she wanted to take all of us on at the same time. I positioned her on her hands and knees, and we culminated our party with me fucking her up her ass, while Brad reamed her cunt. Tony and Wilbur offered their dicks to her moaning mouth, and her head moved back and forth as she sucked them. All five of us came within seconds of each other.
After we cleaned up, the guys thanked us for a wild time, gave us their phone numbers and said to give them a call if we ever were in their part of the country again. We’re thinking of going back there next year.—V.C., Columbus, Ohio
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Over the dozen years my wife and I have been married, the sex has been hot and not so hot. We’ve tried many variations to bring the spark back. Erotic stories of average people’s sexual adventures seem to spark us both. At first it was only me who enjoyed them. My wife could take them or leave them. But over time such stories became the staple of our sexual adventures.
I noticed that the stories that excited me most were those of husbands allowing their wives to have sex with other men—the more taboo, the better. I don’t know why, but the thought of my timid wife being serviced by two or more men with big cocks sends me over the edge. Over the years, as I bought more and more of this type of erotica, my wife warmed to it. We began to talk about it during sex sessions. I told her what I was thinking while I fucked her, and she played her part to advance the excitement of the fantasy.
Often in the heat of passion I asked if she would like to really do what we talked and read about. “Not really,” she would say. “It’s exciting, but I’m happy with just you, keeping all that a fantasy.”
Most times after sex I felt the same way. But after one particularly hot session I decided we should make it happen. I realized that living out this fantasy would take us over a threshold from which we could not return. It was a gamble, but one I was willing to take.
After much thought, I decided it should happen out of town with a total stranger, to assure discretion. I would plan it for an evening near my wife’s birthday, so we would have a reason to go out of town to celebrate and none of our family or friends (or my wife!) would have any notion what I was up to.
I planned a special evening at one of our favorite restaurants. Nothing too fancy, just good food and drinks in a relaxing atmosphere. Dinner was delicious. My wife, who is only a light social drinker, had several glasses of wine, more than enough to relax her. Some of our best sessions have been after she had just a little wine to “take off the edge.”
After dinner, I escorted her to our hotel room. She knew we were going to have sex. What she didn’t know was that several weeks before, I had contacted an escort service.
This was all new to me. I tried the places that seemed most legitimate, judging by their ad or by how professional they were over the phone. Once I found an agency I was comfortable with, I explained that I wanted to act out a fantasy for myself and my wife. I wanted two attractive men, black or white, both well-en
dowed (thickness mattering more than length), clean and disease- and drug-free.
I went so far as to arrange to meet the men first. The deal was, I would meet the candidates in a restaurant for drinks. If I didn’t approve, I would pay each fifty dollars for his time and that would be it. I set the meeting for a lounge I was familiar with that was still secluded.
When I arrived, several tables along the back wall were available. I picked one in plain view of the entrance. A few minutes later, a tall, attractive man entered and looked around. Ten or fifteen seconds later another man, black and not quite so tall, entered and stood next to the first man. They scanned the bar, made eye contact with me and headed my way. Wow, I thought, this is really happening!
Suddenly reality slapped me in the face. The tall man asked if I was Mr. Smith. I said yes. He motioned for his buddy, and they sat down. After some drinks and small talk, I was only getting more nervous. They seemed to sense this and encouraged me to relax.
I blurted out that I wanted to live out a fantasy of having my wife serviced, in my presence, by two or more well-endowed men. They nodded in a manner that let me know they understood exactly what I wanted. I explained that one of the main reasons I had to meet them was to confirm their size.
Buck, the tall white man, said the only way we could do it was to go to the men’s room for a look. John, the black man, suggested they go in and stand at the urinals, and when the coast was clear, they would simply “flash” me! This felt ridiculous, but it was necessary to make the fantasy right.
The men left for the men’s room. I gave them a minute or two. Another man was exiting as I walked in, leaving just my guys there. I walked up to the middle urinal, with Buck on my left, John on my right. I looked down at Buck and was amazed. His cock was only hard enough that it was starting to point up, but it was about six inches long and incredibly thick! The head was a true “knob.”
I half chuckled and said, “Yep, that’ll do!”
To my right I saw John pull out his ebony cock. It was slightly larger—about the same length but actually thicker. It was veiny, with a rugged look. John pulled out his balls too, resting them in his hand. An impressive sac, to say the least.
I gave my okay, and we headed back to the table, where we spent an hour getting acquainted and going over the plan. The men were very professional. They really paid attention to what I wanted and even made suggestions to make it better. They assured me that what I was asking for wasn’t out of the ordinary, but was actually very common. I got excited just planning it. It was obvious that we would get our money’s worth!
Now I was unlocking the hotel-room door. My wife giggled and said she felt really good, not at all tired. That was her code for feeling really horny. She went to the bathroom to get ready for bed. When she returned, I had turned down the lights and slipped in bed. She was wearing a sheer nightgown that accentuated all of her features. I really love that slippery feeling when she’s naked under the silk gown.
She stopped by her overnight bag to get an erotic book she had purchased. What a surprise! I thought she would never, ever make that type of purchase. She’s too timid and afraid of what people might think. It turned out she bought it online. She was able to shop at leisure, and when she found a book she liked, she bought it.
I was more nervous than ever. I told her to go ahead and relax while I went down the hall for ice, as we would want something cold to drink later. She giggled at the thought. So, she was tipsy but not too drunk!
The vending area was the agreed-upon meeting place. Buck was there. I asked where John was. Buck said he would be along soon, and was bringing a friend.
“Wait a minute,” I said, “I didn’t agree to that!”
Buck assured me that it wouldn’t cost any more and the other man was also very professional—I wouldn’t be sorry. Apparently Frank had had an appointment canceled at the last minute and wanted to join us! Buck described him as a “heavy comer”—not that well-endowed, but he ejaculated a large volume of semen.
At this point, it didn’t matter one way or another. But I didn’t want to back out, so I approved. I got the ice and headed back to the room.
By now my wife was thoroughly involved with the erotic story. She stroked her breasts while she read. I slipped in bed beside her and began rubbing her thighs and clit. She was getting very horny. While she read, I told her that tonight was going to be special, that I wanted to try some new things. She nodded and continued to read.
I got out of bed, went to the closet and pulled out a silk scarf. When I indicated that I wanted to blindfold her with it, she put down her book and cooed with anticipation. After she was blindfolded, totally naked, I massaged her breasts and swirled around her nipples with my tongue. This drives her crazy. Her legs twisted and turned. I moved down her body, careful to let her feel my breath on her stomach and pubic hair.
I reached her mound and licked all around her labia, being careful not to make clitoral contact just yet. She moved her hips to try to grind her clit on my tongue. Eventually, I moved my tongue all around her clit, nibbling gently and sucking with the slightest pressure. She was on fire! She oozed a tangy cream from her cunt.
I buried my tongue in her cunt as she wrapped her legs around my neck. She was coming fiercely! Her pelvis and stomach gyrated, grinding her cunt on my mouth. As I licked her cunt and clit, her juices flowed, her stomach quivered and her breasts shook.
I told her this was just the start of our evening. One of our fantasies was going to come true soon. She became quiet. I said to relax, that anytime she wanted to stop, all she had to say was a code word and I would stop the entire thing. She hesitated, then agreed.
I said in a few moments a few gentlemen would come in the room and have their way with her. They had been instructed to do everything we had talked out in our fantasies. I said I had already met the men, they were very professional, and she should have no worries.
At this point I covered her, still blindfolded, up to her neck with the sheet. I went to the door and motioned for the men to come in. (Frank, whom I was seeing for the first time, was an average-size but attractive man.) My wife heard the men undressing and sensed that they were looking at her. I told her there were three attractive men in the room and her fantasy was about to begin. As the men looked on, I pulled the sheet down slowly, gradually exposing her breasts, her stomach and finally her cunt and thighs. She was very tense.
The men with the largest cocks moved to either side of the bed and rested those cocks in her hands. She jumped as she felt the warm flesh. The weight of those cocks made her hot with anticipation. Quickly, her fears gave way to lust. As she stroked the cocks, her body gyrating in anticipation, they grew in her hands. Buck’s cock leaked pre-come on her fingers. She smeared it over his massive cockhead. His cock grew until it reached its full eight inches. John’s veiny cock was only about seven inches, but a good inch and a half in diameter, with a slight upward curve.
Once they had reached full hardness, Buck moved into position between my wife’s legs. He bent down and began to lick her cunt, slowly at first, then with more force. He did this thorough licking for several minutes, until she was wet and moaning. He stopped when she seemed to be in the early stages of orgasm. He rose up and positioned his cockhead against her pussy.
It was an awesome sight: that huge knob overwhelming her small cunt. Buck pushed up against her, gently but firmly. She stopped stroking John’s cock as she concentrated on Buck. She let out a whimper as she stretched to accommodate him. She relaxed, and his head plopped in.
She moaned and said in disbelief, “Is that his cock?” Buck continued to push in, allowing her cunt to relax. “It’s so thick!” she said.
He built up his rhythm gradually, going deeper each time until he was buried inside her. He was very aware of his size, and very gentle. As he stroked in and out, she moaned with pleasure. As he began to take full strokes, John straddled her face and offered her lips his cock. She stuck out her tongue, licked
pre-come off and smeared it over her lips. I could tell she was enjoying this in a big way.
She opened her mouth and took in the first couple of inches of John’s cock. He was so thick that stroking him with her mouth was all but impossible. She licked all around the head while moving her lips and tongue up and down the shaft. He was getting close.
John had moved to the side, and Buck had raised my wife’s legs up on his shoulders and was entering her with full force. I watched from behind him as his big balls slapped her ass. There was a ring of cunt cream around his cock and her cunt oozing down her crack. She was really enjoying this, moaning louder and louder, coming with just a cock in her. She had never come without my finger or tongue.
Her face contorted, her stomach tightened, and she squealed with pleasure. Her tits danced all over, with her nipples pointing straight up. When she was just over the edge, Buck began to grunt. His ass muscles clenched, and his shiny sac twitched. He was blasting her full of come! He pumped with full, long strokes.
After he began to relax, Buck slid his softening cock out. Juices trickled down her ass onto the bed. She just continued to moan, looking content. Buck was still long and thick but needed time to recuperate. John moved into position. Buck moved up beside my wife. While resting, he licked and sucked on her nipples.
Even after Buck’s amazing fuck, John’s thick cock still stretched my wife’s cunt. He eased in, accompanied by her moans, then pulled out. He was very muscular and had no trouble pushing his thickness back in. Now he pumped faster. With each thrust she squealed louder. She wrapped her hands around his ass and back and pulled him in and out at a faster pace. I went to remove her blindfold, but she said, “No, leave it on!” Apparently she liked not seeing who was fucking her.
John worked her pussy for almost twenty minutes, to her rhythmic moans. He pumped slow and steady, never slower or faster. Her white pussy juice increased to a steady stream against his brown cock and balls. It wouldn’t be long before she came again. By this time Buck was hard again and put his cock to her mouth. She licked and sucked it, as John continued fucking her at that same unvarying pace. What an erotic sight!
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