As she fell away from him, Brad asked me if he could use my chair. I quickly moved out of their way, and he soon had her kneeling on the seat of the large padded chair, her large swollen breasts hanging over the top of it. She was exhausted from her orgasms, but obviously still eager for more. She trembled as he ran his shaft up and down her slit, and then up and down her ass crack. Then he got onto his knees and begin to lick her asshole, telling her that he was going to fuck her ass.
I was surprised at what happened next. I knew that Julie had never cared for anal sex. We had tried it a few times, and it had never been satisfactory. But now she was moaning her assent to Brad, telling him that he could use her body in any way that he desired. I had never been able to get more than an inch of my cock inside her asshole, and even that made her uncomfortable. But now she was going to let this stranger fuck her ass with his huge organ? This I had to see!
Brad continued to lick her ass for a moment, and then worked his forefinger inside it, sliding it slowly in and out. Julie pressed back at him, and then she actually began to beg him to fuck her in the ass, saying that she wanted to have him in every one of her openings. Brad now reached between her legs and wet his fingers with the fluid that still oozed from her cunt, then coated his cock and her ass with them. He stood up then, his manhood pointing at her anus. He started to rub his soaking cock up and down the crack of her quivering ass. Finally he stood poised to explore her back passage, and his huge cockhead pushed lightly against her tight opening, as she moaned for him to take her. He was just about to do so when Julie suddenly changed her mind.
Moving quickly off the chair, she reached for Brad’s hand as if to console him, pleading with him to understand. She said that even though she wanted him to fuck her ass very badly, she felt she had to keep one thing for just herself and her husband. I was as surprised at her sudden reversal as I had been at her acquiescence, if not more so. Part of me was disappointed at not being able to watch my wife being assfucked, but I also felt appreciative, taking it as another sign of her love and loyalty.
Brad must have been disappointed too, but he said he understood and had no problem with her decision. He asked her if she wanted to stop completely, and Julie just grinned and shook her head no. With that Brad sat down on the chair and pulled her toward him. She climbed on top of him and immediately slid onto his glistening tool. He held her hips firmly and started to piston in and out of her tight opening. Then came my next surprise. Julie turned her head toward me and asked me to fuck her ass while Brad fucked her pussy!
I was behind her in an instant. I lubricated my cock with her glistening fluids and homed in on her tiny rear opening. Brad pulled her tightly to him with his cock fully inside her pussy, and I realized that he was holding her still to allow me to enter her from behind. I placed the head of my dick against that sweet puckered opening and slowly pushed inside. I stopped after the first inch of penetration to allow her to adjust, but she only moaned and pleaded with me to take her. She was so tight it made my head swim, but she made an effort to open her ass to me, and slowly I managed to slide the rest of my rock-hard member inside her. Holding still for a moment, I reached around and started to manipulate her heaving tits and nipples. She began to groan loudly, and her body shook as another tremendous orgasm swept through her.
I could feel Brad’s huge member inside her through the thin membrane that separated our two cocks. We took turns stroking in and out of her openings, setting up a contrapuntal rhythm, and Julie was going out of her mind. She began having almost continuous orgasms as we fucked her simultaneously. I felt so close to her, and more in love with her than ever, and all too soon I was emptying myself uncontrollably into the depths of her ass.
I quickly withdrew then and sat down on the floor as Brad continued to fuck her. After a minute he pulled her off, got up and sat her down in the chair, saying that he wanted to fuck her mouth and her tits. She willingly sat upright in the chair as he faced her, his glistening manhood standing up like a telephone pole. He moved forward and rubbed that pole gently over her lips and her face as she moaned softly. Next he placed his tool between her swollen breasts and began to stroke it up and down. Julie used her hands to press her tits more tightly around his shaft, and bent her head to take him in her mouth at the end of each upward stroke.
After a few minutes of this I could tell that he was ready to come for a second time. He took a step backward and, taking his amazing cock in his hand, began to stroke himself quickly, while Julie watched him intently, begging him to come on her tits and her face. He soon erupted in orgasm, spraying stream after stream of thick white come onto my wife’s firm breasts. One spurt flew into her open mouth, and she gulped it down. Julie sat there covered with her lover’s jism, glowing with obvious awe of his sexual prowess. When he finished spurting he moved back to her and began to wipe his come from her breasts with his cock, and then bring the sperm-covered dick to her mouth. Julie had never swallowed my come, but she eagerly licked his from his member, swallowing it happily each time. This went on for at least ten minutes, and when there was no more come to wipe up, she continued to lick and suck him until his magnificent cock hardened again and was ready for action. I wondered what Julie was in store for next, and how much more she could take.
Brad now led her to the bed and laid her on her side. He lay down behind her and asked her to raise her right leg. As she did so he moved his powerful tool to her wet and still dilated entrance. He easily slid his whole length into her and began to fuck her slowly. Within moments she was again shaking with orgasm. He pulled himself from her cock-gripping cavern and rolled her onto her back, moving her down so that her ass was at the edge of the bed. He stood over her, gently took hold of her legs and pushed them backwards until her knees were touching her heaving breasts. He told her that she was a great fuck, and that he wanted to give her one more mind-blowing orgasm before he filled her with the last of his hot seed. He took his massive, glistening member in hand and eased it into her sopping and thoroughly fucked pussy, pulling her thighs apart with his hands to give him even greater access to the depths of her womanhood. Her pretty feet pointed up into the air as he began to give her a deep, powerful and most thorough fucking. He was obviously giving his all now, pumping her hard and fast, and Julie was loving every second of it. Sure enough, she soon began to shake and groan as yet another series of climaxes swept through her body. Brad was now coming as well. My wife cried out for him to fill her with his hot seed as her body bucked and spasmed again and again, and a moment later he did just that.
Brad was finally exhausted. He lay on his side, holding my moaning and thoroughly pleasured wife in his arms. Julie was exhausted also, but not so much that she couldn’t move down on the bed and put her mouth on her lover’s cock again, sucking him gently but thoroughly to clean off their love juices.
Brad then got up and got dressed. Before leaving he leaned over and kissed my wife—who was still lying naked on the bed, her legs splayed in wanton abandon, exposing her sopping and dilated pussy—and told her that she was the best fuck he had ever had. She smiled and replied that she would never forget what he had done to her during the last two hours. I thanked him too as I walked with him to the door, and he handed me his business card, telling me to call him if I ever wanted another session.
My cock was again hard and throbbing as I returned to my wife, but much as I wanted her I didn’t expect her to be ready for more loving after what she had just been through. Julie said she wanted to take a warm shower, and asked me to help her. I stripped down and we both went into the shower. As I was washing her back, she suddenly turned and plastered her body against me, kissing me deeply and with obvious passion. Surprised but gratified—and still hard—I pinned her to the wall of the shower and entered her pussy. Brad had stretched her, but I knew that her tightness would return. She felt wonderful to me, and she was very hot, needing me as much as I needed her. I guess it was a way of reassuring each other that our love was still al
ive. She moaned loudly as we exploded in orgasms together.
Back in bed, Julie thanked me for letting her have Brad, and told me she would always love me. We fell off to sleep, and had great sex again the next morning.
Since that session with Brad, our marriage and our sex life has been better than ever. We are considering a second session with him one of these days, but neither of us is in a hurry. Julie says she is grateful for the experience, but I am the one she loves. My advice to all you guys is to give this kind of gift to your wife, at least once. You’ll never regret it, and she will love you all the more.—R.K., Raleigh, North Carolina
THIS LADY KEEPS TRACK OF HER VERY BUSY LOVE LIFE WITH THE HELP OF HER HUSBAND
I had been out at a club with my girlfriend, and now it was late and I was looking forward to going home and to bed. I called my husband on the car phone, and he asked me if I’d heard from Harry, one of my lovers. I said I hadn’t, since my cell phone wasn’t working. My husband said Harry had called the house to see if I wanted to come over, because he was in the mood. I was dead tired, but I said I would call Harry and see what happened.
I got hold of Harry, who begged me to come and see him at his new place. I said I didn’t feel like going there at two in the morning, fucking him and then going home afterward, so we agreed that I would stay the night. I called my husband back to let him know.
This was the first time I had seen Harry’s new apartment, and it was nice. It was kind of nice to see him too. It had been a long time since we had spent any real time together. I had been busy with work, with my husband and kids, and also with one or two other lovers I was seeing at the time. It was a good thing I had my husband to keep my social life straight for me.
Harry made me a drink and we started talking. Pretty soon he started kissing me. It was nice, even though I was a little put off by his stubble. Don’t these men know that girls hate stubble? But I stopped complaining when he placed me on the kitchen counter and proceeded to insert his curved cock into my pussy. I loved that feeling, and I wrapped my legs around him, and we fucked until he pulled out. He had pushed my panties to one side, and now they were chafing him, so he stopped to take them off. While he was at it he took the rest of my clothes off too, and then his own.
Then he moved to the living room couch. It was a very plush couch with lots of pillows. I lay down on it and gave him some head while he stood in front of me. He then mounted me and fucked me to orgasm.
From there we went to the bedroom. I gave him some more head, and he fucked me from behind. Then he turned me over and started eating my pussy. He played with my clit and stuck a couple of fingers inside me. In and out went those fingers, and round and round went that tongue. When he paused I reached down and started fingering myself. Harry loved watching me do that, and he loved how open I was about it, and how much I seemed to be enjoying it.
He went back to sucking and licking my cunt until I had a second orgasm. After resting a while I started sucking his cock, until he was almost ready to come. Then I stopped and got on top of him and we fucked that way for a while. I came again, and then he rolled me over and went on screwing me. But it was late and I was getting tired, so I told him to hurry up and come if he was going to.
“Can I come inside you?” he asked.
“No,” I said. “The time’s not right now. Maybe next time. And then you know what I’ll let you do? I’ll let you suck it all out!”
That really seemed to turn him on. His cock got harder; his pace got faster. Soon he was ready to go. He pulled out and came all over my legs and stomach. After that we cleaned up and went to sleep. Harry wanted to play some more, but I had to get up the next morning in time to get home and make breakfast for my husband and kids.—Name and address withheld
SHE PLANNED A QUIET, RELAXING EVENING BUT IT TURNED INTO A WILD THREESOME
I’d had a horrible night at work (I work evening shifts to save on day care) and I decided to stop at the store after my shift and grab some junk food. I wanted to go home and settle down in front of the TV with some chips and diet soda. Little did I know that the night would be spent in a way very different from what I had planned.
My husband Greg and his friend Seth had been watching football all evening, and had had more than a few beers. Greg is five feet ten and blond, with piercing blue eyes, and is still trim and fit after twelve years of marriage. His buddy Seth is six feet tall and muscular, with brown hair and eyes and a deep baritone voice that would make any woman quake with excitement. I gathered that they had started with the home brew Seth had brought over, then gone on to the beer in our fridge, and when that had run out they had started on vodka. Needless to say, they were hyper, and if I knew my husband he was horny. Seth was hyper, but whether he was horny I didn’t know for sure—yet.
Greg asked if I wanted a drink, and I said sure. I wasn’t thinking of anything sexual at this point. Greg and I had gotten a lot less wild since our son had been born. But looking back on it now, I think Greg might have had something in mind. He knows that I also get horny when I drink, and the more I drink the less inhibited I become.
After the third double vodka the guys started talking about perfume, and my husband made a comment about how great my perfume smelled on me. Seth asked if I minded if he took a whiff. “Go ahead,” I replied. He smelled my neck and brushed my long red hair aside to smell behind my ear.
“Mmm, that is nice,” he breathed hotly. I guess maybe he noticed my body language, or the muffled sigh I gave when he breathed on my neck, because he didn’t move away—if anything, he got a little closer. I was wondering what Greg would think, but I soon found out when Greg moved up on my other side and began to do the same thing as his friend. My panties were getting very damp, and it was getting hard to concentrate. I started wondering how far things were going to go. Very far, I hoped.
The guys were both now rubbing their hard muscular bodies against mine. Then my husband stepped back and suggested to Seth that he rub my large tits, since he could see that my nipples were straining against the fabric of my blouse. As Seth’s hands caressed my breasts I began to undo his pants and pull out his hard shaft. Boldly now, Seth unbuttoned my silk blouse and undid my bra, revealing my milky-white jugs. I stroked his hardening cock up and down, making it glisten with pre-come. I figured Seth must have at least eight inches between his legs, because it felt about the same length as my husband’s, though just a little wider. I looked at Greg and saw that he had a big smile on his face and a huge bulge in his pants. Obviously the night was only going to get better.
With my free hand I reached to unbutton Greg’s jeans, but before I could finish he had pulled them off, along with his undershorts. His shaft was hard as steel. He quickly hopped up onto the kitchen counter, and I bent over to suck his stiff dick into my mouth, all the while still jerking Seth off. Seth then moved behind me and ever so slowly lowered my skirt. I kicked it away. Next he gently pulled down my soaking wet panties, revealing my shaved pussy, and I stepped out of them as well. Now I was naked from the waist down, except only for my heels. My blouse was wide open and my 38D breasts were hanging out for all to see. Seth began to run his fingers up and down my wet slit. “God, Christine, are you ever wet!” he panted.
“Well, Seth, if you think she smelled great, you’ll love how she tastes,” Greg groaned as I sucked his eight-inch cock all the way into my mouth. With that incentive Seth brought his fingers to his lips to taste my juices.
“You’re right, she does taste great!” he exclaimed. “If you don’t mind, Greg, I think I’d like to get a fuller taste of your wife’s sweet pussy.”
“Go ahead, buddy,” replied my husband. “She loves to have her pussy licked. Don’t you, baby?”
I could only offer a muffled assent, since my mouth was still stuffed with my husband’s huge member. Seth then sat on the floor between my legs and licked my bald, swollen cunt lips from one end to the other, then stuck his tongue between them. That tongue was so hard and long it was
like being fucked by a mini-penis. He kept darting it in and out and all around, and I was just going insane with lust. A few more minutes and I knew I would be exploding in orgasm, drenching his face with my sweet nectar. I stopped sucking on Greg long enough to beg him to slide his fine big cock into my dripping pussy.
“I’ll fuck you, baby but I want you to suck on Seth’s cock,” he told me.
“Anything,” I answered. “I just need your cock in me right now.”
“You heard the lady, Seth,” my husband said. Seth was so hard that I thought he would explode as soon as I got my mouth on his steel rod. Then a wicked thought came to me.
“Let’s go up to the bedroom, where we can be more comfortable, guys,” I said huskily. “Oh, by the way, baby, grab the camcorder too.”
Seth and Greg practically climbed over each other to see who could get up the stairs first, and I quickly followed. I really wanted a hard cock in my cunt, and I had two to satisfy me that night! When I got to our bedroom Seth was lying in the middle of the bed, with my husband standing by, waiting. The camera was set up on the dresser.
I climbed onto the bed and took Seth’s glistening shaft into my mouth, presenting my backside to my husband. He entered me doggie-style, my favorite position. Soon his hard cock was plunging in and out of my slick pussy with gusto, while my mouth was filled with Seth’s hard meat. I was sucking his cock as if it were my favorite lollipop, trying desperately to make him lose his load. As it happened, I was wrong about Seth. He didn’t come first—I did, shrieking my orgasms into the night. My husband was so turned on by the whole scene that he came next, blowing his load deep in my pussy.
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