Seth still hadn’t come, so I rolled onto my back and told him to fuck me with his huge cock. I was so slick from fucking Greg that Seth easily slid his rock-hard member into me with one stroke. I wrapped my long legs around his waist and told him to give me all he had. My husband grabbed the camera and started to take close-ups of Seth’s cock going in and out of my drenched hole. I couldn’t believe we were filming this, but I was so turned on by being fucked by Seth as Greg watched that I didn’t care. I was really getting into the action. Boy, can my husband pick friends who know how to fuck!
“Oh Christ, Seth, yeah, give me that huge cock!” I groaned as his thick shank pounded my well-fucked hole. “Fuck me hard! Oh God! I love this! Harder, baby!”
“Christine, your pussy is so wet, but still tight around my cock. It’s like a velvet vise. Damn, Greg, your wife is a great piece of ass!” Seth grunted.
“Anytime you want some more, come on over,” Greg said, grinning. “Right, baby?”
“As long as he keeps it this hard,” I panted. Seth’s breathing was becoming labored, and I was feeling my next orgasm coming on. Now he placed my legs over his shoulders and grabbed hold of my quivering melons, covering my large pink nipples with his hands. He was banging me so hard I was sure we would wake the neighbors. “Squeeze my tits, Seth!” I screamed. “Oh God, oh yeah, I’m coming!”
“Oh shit, me too!” Seth panted, and he started to pull out of me, but I held on to him and pushed my slick pussy back up onto his cock.
“No, come in me,” I commanded. “I love the feel of hot come in my cunt.” And with that Seth spurted his load into my well-fucked pussy.
“That was incredible!” my husband breathed. His dick was hard again from watching his wife and his friend in action.
“Hey, I’m just getting started,” I said as I reached over to grab his throbbing penis. It was so stiff that I couldn’t resist sucking it into my mouth. I flicked my tongue over the swollen head and heard my husband give a moan of satisfaction.
“Greg, give me the camera and I’ll film you guys going at it,” Seth said excitedly. Greg handed him the camera, and I turned around so he could fuck me doggie-style. I love being fucked that way—it seems so animalistic. My husband slid his flesh bat into my love canal and began pounding me with as much intensity as Seth had. Who could have believed that just a few short hours ago I was having a terrible night, and now I was having the time of my life with two well hung studs!
“God, this is great, guys!” Seth chortled. “But damn, if Katrina finds out I’ll be castrated!”
“We won’t tell, Seth,” I promised. It was a promise I meant to keep, because I hoped to get more of his cock in the future. Meanwhile Greg was sliding his dick in and out and hitting all the favorite nooks and crannies of my pussy, and my legs were starting to tremble with my impending orgasm. Seth had the camera rolling, getting nice close-ups of Greg’s cock rummaging in my cunt, and of my breasts bouncing beneath me. He even somehow managed to slide underneath us for a view of my hole being filled with Greg’s hard shank. I saw that his cock was quickly becoming rampant while he filmed us.
“I’m going to come soon, guys,” I panted. “Seth, put that camera down and bring your hard cock over here. I want to suck you off while my husband fucks me. I want to get you both off at the same time. A load in my cunt and one in my mouth.” I’d never had two loads of sperm in me at one time.
“It won’t take me long, Christine, with that talented mouth of yours,” Seth grinned.
“Let’s do it!” I grunted. Seth set the camera on the dresser and then climbed onto the bed, presenting his steel rod to my mouth. I slowly licked my way from the base to the tip. Greg was alternately increasing and decreasing his tempo as he fucked me from behind, keeping me on the edge. I slid Seth’s penis all the way into my throat, then began bobbing up and down on his cock. I would slide my mouth all the way to the tip of his cock, then all the way back down. By this time Seth couldn’t talk any more; he was just grunting and groaning with pleasure. I was so lost in what I was doing that it seemed like hours before I heard my husband say he was going to come. Seth made a strangled sound that I took to mean that he was too. And with that I felt Greg’s semen gush into my fuck hole, and almost at the same moment his buddy’s sperm spurted into my throat.
The incredible feeling of having two guys shooting into me at once set me off, and even as I swallowed Seth’s cream I found myself convulsing in climax. I came and came, and Seth and Greg must both have shot off a gallon of sticky cream. When Seth pulled out of my mouth, whatever I hadn’t swallowed dribbled down my chin and onto my heaving breasts. Greg’s spunk was flowing down my legs onto the sheets.
It took me a while to stop shaking with postorgasmic bliss. Seth kept saying he had never done anything so erotic. He was still concerned about the tape falling into the wrong hands, or his wife finding out. We assured him that the only way she would learn about our little threesome was if he told her himself. Secretly I’m hoping he will, because I would love to film a wife-swapping video!—C.W., Hillsborough, New Hampshire
HER NEW MAN WAS MUCH YOUNGER THAN SHE WAS, AND HER HUSBAND LOVED IT
I am a thirty-four-year-old married woman, about five feet two inches tall and in good shape. I work in the administration office at a local college.
It was a busy Thursday afternoon before the opening of a new term. The admissions deadline had passed, but I was handling a constant stream of calls from students who had missed the deadline and wanted to know what they could do.
One student sounded particularly desperate. He had been out of town and had not realized he had missed the deadline. He was shocked and devastated, and wanted to know what his options were. He said he was ready to jump into his car and pay me a visit so we could discuss it in person. Of course I explained that I could not personally talk to every student who needed help, and when he hung up I figured that was the end of it.
But an hour later my secretary buzzed me to tell me that the student—his name was Barry—had shown up and was asking for just a moment of my time. Exasperated, I told her to send him in, intending to brush him off quickly.
He was about twenty-two, dressed in cut-off jeans and a sleeveless shirt, with a red bandanna around his head and an earring in each ear. He looked like a beach bum, but he had beautiful eyes and a way about him that said, I know who I am and I am sure you like what you see. He introduced himself with a handshake, and he held my hand for a second longer than necessary as he made eye contact with me.
Instead of brushing him off, I found myself telling him that he should consider himself lucky that I was taking the time to see him. “I know,” he said. “I could hug you for helping me.” Rather giddily, I replied that that could be considered sexual harassment, but his only reply was, “What about dinner?”
I just laughed and blew the comment off, but it got my mind going. We discussed his situation, and I told him I would look into it and see if I could help him.
As soon as he left I called my husband and told him what had happened. He, of course, thought it was exciting. “Go for it,” he said. “You obviously like him.” I said I didn’t feel right about it, because not only was he a student, he was also twelve years younger than me. But I would be speaking with him tomorrow, and maybe I would take him up on his proposition.
We discussed it again that night. My husband was quite excited. As usual, he was eager for me to have adventures and tell him all about them. In the back of my mind I knew that I was as excited as he was.
Next day I found I was able to fix it so that Barry could wrangle a late registration, and I phoned him to tell him the good news. This time he was so happy that he said he could kiss me.
“Well, I don’t know about that,” I said boldly. “But if your dinner invitation is still open . . .”
We arranged to meet at a downtown restaurant, and after we hung up I called my husband to tell him I wouldn’t be home, and why. I could almost hear his arousa
l over the phone.
“I’m sure you’ll enjoy yourself, darling,” he said. “And I’m sure he will too. Be sure to suck his cock for him, won’t you? And swallow his come? And tell me all about it later?”
“Of course, darling,” I said.
The restaurant was a nice place, one that I had never been to. I was glad to see that Barry was dressed a bit more formally than he had been earlier, but the raffish charm of his manner had not diminished. We pretended that he was buying me dinner in order to thank me for helping him and to celebrate, but we both knew why we were there, and what was going to happen afterward.
We had wine with the meal, and gradually I became more relaxed and found myself noticing his eyes and his smile. He seemed very sure of himself for such a young man. Obviously he had accumulated a certain amount of experience in his travels. I do like a confident man who knows what he wants and is in control, though still a gentleman. He was very touchy in a nonthreatening way, lightly placing his hand on mine, or brushing my arm with his fingers. I found it all very sensual, and my desire for him just kept growing.
We lingered over the meal, and it was close to midnight when we left the restaurant. Without either of us saying a word, I went with him to his car, ignoring mine. He opened the passenger door for me, then went around to the driver’s side and got in. As he moved to insert the key in the ignition, he leaned over and placed a soft but passionate kiss on my lips.
What an amazing kiss it was, and what a turn-on! I was instantly aroused, and curious to find out if he did other things with the same expertise. We kissed for a few minutes with increasing intensity, and by the time we stopped we both knew we couldn’t wait much longer. Barry started the car and drove us straight to a motel, where he rented us a room with a Jacuzzi for the night.
As soon as we got in the room we started kissing again. My hair came loose, tumbling over my shoulders. Without breaking our kiss, his hands went to the front of my shirt, and soon it was off, along with my bra. I worked at his belt, but couldn’t get it open, so he helped me, pulling off his pants and shorts.
At some point we got onto the bed, still kissing, our tongues tangling and probing each other’s mouth. It was very sensual, and his kisses were getting to me. He caressed my breasts and then moved his mouth down to them, kissing them and sucking on my nipples, while his hands divested me of my skirt and panties. He then went down on me. He spread my legs and used his tongue and his lips to bring me to the brink of orgasm. His mouth was soft and wet, but he knew how to put the right pressure where it was needed. He obviously enjoyed eating my cunt, but I enjoyed it even more. I was wet and writhing and begging him to continue.
After I came we switched positions and I started to give him head. I had made a promise to my husband that I would swallow his come, and I had to keep that promise. I wanted to give him the best blowjob I could, and I asked him how he liked it. “I like it slow and soft,” he replied. So I gave it to him that way, sucking slowly on his long cock, licking his big balls and devouring him. I was quite enjoying myself. After a while he started coming without warning, and I swallowed as much as I could, licking him clean and enjoying every last drop.
He seemed pleased by my effort, and I was surprised to see that his cock had hardly diminished after his climax. “Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that my hard-ons keep on going,” he said with some smugness. Well, he was young, and I was glad.
I lay down and we started kissing again, and a minute later he positioned himself above me and spread my legs. I was more than ready for him as he entered me. What energy and endurance he had, and what an amazing sensation to feel his long cock sliding in and out of me. It was as though each stroke was teasing me and satisfying me at the same time. I wanted him to go faster, or slower, or deeper, but on the other hand it couldn’t have been more perfect. I heard myself moaning and gasping, and my body arched to him, my hips moving with his rhythm, all of me tingling with the knowledge that this was going to be a night of great sex. My husband would be really pleased.
We continued fucking, and then suddenly I was crying out with joy as I came all over his cock. A minute later he had his own climax, and I thanked God for my birth control pills as he shot his sperm deep inside me.
We took a break then, lying next to each other as we talked about different things, mostly sex. I wasn’t surprised when he brought up the subject of two women sleeping together. I find most men are curious about that, and would like to see it. Barry asked me if I was interested in doing it. I asked him if he had anyone in mind, and he said he did; in fact, he knew two girls who might be possibilities. I just said we’d have to see about that, though I knew that my husband would like that to happen as well.
After that Barry started up the Jacuzzi. He filled the tub and we both got in. Soon we were kissing and teasing each other, and fifteen minutes later we were back in bed. This time I was on top. Barry played with my breasts and twiddled my nipples as I rode him up and down, taking him all the way inside me with each stroke. This young man was a great lover. He was concerned about my orgasms, he seemed to enjoy being inside me and had no qualms about letting me know that he wasn’t in any rush to leave. In this position, I had my third orgasm.
After that we changed positions again. I wanted him to fuck me from the rear, so I got on all fours. Barry crouched behind me, inserted his cock and proceeded to give me one hard fuck. He banged me so hard that the bed started creaking dangerously, and in this position his cock went so deep that it seemed to reach places no one had ever been before. His balls were banging against my ass and it felt great.
Then he pulled out and crawled underneath me until we were in a 69 position, pulling my crotch down to his mouth. I groaned and dipped my head to his cock, taking it between my lips, lashing it with my tongue, then sucking it hungrily. I moaned around the hard flesh as I felt his tongue on my clit, and we went on eating each other until I came so hard I must have nearly drowned him with my juices. I still went on sucking him though, and it wasn’t long before I was able to keep my promise to my husband once again.
“God, I love the way you swallow come,” Barry said when he had caught his breath.
“I love the way you do everything,” I told him. I gave a little lick at his cock. Even now it was still semihard. “This is the first time I’ve done this with a man so much younger than me. I guess I’ll have to try it more often.”
“I like women with some experience,” Barry grinned. “And you obviously have it. You’re married, right?”
“Twelve years. Happily.”
“Happily? But this isn’t the first time you’ve . . .”
“Screwed around? No. Not by a long shot. But that’s part of my happy marriage. My husband likes it.”
Barry looked surprised. “He does?”
“He gets off on it,” I said, idly stroking his cock. “He loves it when I tell him all about my affairs. He gets really hot, and he fucks me almost as well as you do.”
“Cool,” Barry said after a pause. “And are you gonna tell him about us?”
“Oh, you bet. Every detail. Especially about swallowing your come. He made me promise to do that specially.”
“Well, I’m glad as hell he did,” Barry said. “He sounds like an interesting guy.”
“Yeah, I’m lucky to have him,” I said.
“I think he’s the lucky one,” Barry said. His cock had gone completely hard again under my stroking fingers and the occasional flick of my tongue as we spoke. “Why don’t we give you something more to tell him about?”
“What did you have in mind?” I asked.
“Well, there’s one place I haven’t fucked you yet,” he said. “And I’d really like to.”
“Damn,” I said, “I thought you’d never ask.”
I took his cock in my mouth and gave it a few sucks, just to make sure he was ready. Then I got up on my knees and bent over with my ass in the air. I put my face in a pillow and reached out to clutch two of the posts in the head
board. I felt his fingers in my pussy, collecting my juices, then using them to lubricate my asshole. Then I felt him spreading my buttocks apart, and the tip of his cock pushing at my anus. I strained back and tried to relax my sphincter muscles to give him entry. A gasp of pleasure came from my mouth as he pushed inside me, slowly. It was tight going, but I pushed back at him, urging him on, mewling softly as little by little he made progress, until he seemed to fill me to bursting.
“You gonna tell your hubby about this too?” Barry said, his voice strained.
“Yes, yes,” I panted. “He’ll love it. Now fuck me. Please.”
And he did. I held on to those posts and yelled into the pillow as he did it. I came three times before he shot up into my backside.
We left soon after that. Barry said he wanted to get together again, and he suggested that my husband might want to join us next time. When I mentioned this to my husband, he was shocked. He said he would never dream of doing something as kinky and perverse as that!
Hey, it takes all kinds.—N.B., Santa Monica, California
AT HER HIGH SCHOOL REUNION SHE SHOWED HOW MUCH SHE HAD GROWN IN TWENTY YEARS
My wife Peggy was quite popular in high school and college, but she didn’t really date a lot. She has always been very conservative as regards her sexuality. When we were married fifteen years ago she was a virgin. I’ve tried to encourage her to be more sensual, both in her attitude and her appearance, and with some success. She works out regularly and actually looks better today than the day we married. Peggy is about five feet five, with light brown hair and very nice 34C breasts. I’m constantly trying to get her to go braless or wear low-cut tops for my enjoyment, as well as that of my male friends—again with some success. In addition, in the past I occasionally shared my fantasy of her having a no-strings-attached sexual encounter with another man, so that she could enjoy the sensation of having a different cock deep inside her. Most of the time she just laughed it off, and sometimes she even seemed offended. Still, I never gave up hope.
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