Peggy’s twenty-year high school reunion was going to take place over the Thanksgiving holiday. Since we had grown up in different states, I would obviously not be acquainted with anyone there. Because of this, I made the following deal with her: I would go with her to the reunion if she let me pick out the dress she would wear. I was determined to show the guys from her old high school what they had missed out on. We shopped and shopped, looking for that perfect dress. The ones I liked showed too much for her, and the ones she liked showed too little for me. Eventually we ended up getting one that was more to Peggy’s liking than mine. I was a little bummed, but agreed to go with her to the reunion anyway.
On the appointed day we traveled back to her hometown and checked into a room at the hotel where the reunion was being held. Peggy spent almost two hours in the bathroom getting ready. But when she reappeared, it was clear that it had been worth the wait. As a surprise for me, she had gone shopping again and had purchased one of the dresses that I liked. It was a short black dress that was cut way down in the front, showing a good deal of cleavage. When she leaned forward slightly you could even see her nipples! The dress also hugged her ass just perfectly. She looked stunning, and I was in heaven. My wife was going to turn some heads that night!
Peggy explained to me that she had worn the dress at least partly because she wanted my eyes to be on her tonight, and not somebody else’s wife. She had a feeling that there would be lots of women trying to make their husbands proud, and their old boyfriends jealous.
As we entered the ballroom it was clear that she was right. Several of the women were looking very sexy. I spent most of the evening following Peggy around, listening to her reminisce with old friends, while admiring several of the nicer-looking females in attendance. There were indeed a fair number of women intent on using their well-toned bodies to make a lasting impression. Still, I felt that my lady was the hottest one there, and several of the guys obviously agreed with me. Peggy seemed to be getting more than her share of attention from her male classmates. One in particular, a guy named Mark, spent a good deal of time talking to her. The guys all seemed to appreciate it when Peggy would occasionally lean forward, giving them a little peek. Every once in a while she’d giggle and whisper something to me like, “Gee, that guy hardly ever noticed me in high school. I wonder why he’s so friendly now?”
As the party was coming to a close around midnight, Mark suggested that we continue the reunion in the lounge. I told Peggy that my feet were killing me, but that she should go ahead and join them, since she might not see some of these people again. My real hope was that one of the guys might end up seeing Peggy in a way only I had seen her before. I went up to the room to wait, and she headed for the bar.
It was about three in the morning before Peggy returned to the room. I could see right away that my wish had come true, and I begged her to tell me everything that had happened to her. So she did.
The group at the bar, Peggy said, was made up of seven guys and four gals, all sitting in a large booth. Mark sat on Peggy’s right, and a guy named Calvin, who she didn’t know very well, sat on her left. Before long everyone was laughing and doing shots. The guys were buying rounds as fast as the ladies could throw them down. Everyone was getting pretty drunk. The conversation soon turned to the subject of which girls had been the hottest in high school. This led to the women at the table being encouraged to show off their breasts, so the guys could determine who had the best set after twenty years. The women protested at first, but they were drunk enough to be daring. The first gal stood up and leaned forward, giving the guys a quick peek down her blouse. The guys loved it, but begged for more. The next one lifted her top high enough to give them a complete view of her well-developed chest. Peggy was next. Not to be outdone, she slowly worked the straps of her dress off her shoulders, allowing the front of it to fall below her tits, giving every one at the table a nice long look. This met with great approval. After her little display, Mark leaned over and whispered in her ear, “You’ve grown up in the best way.” Then he placed his hand on her thigh.
After the last woman showed off her tits, the girls all got up and went to the ladies’ room. There they started to joke about who was going to get laid that night—by someone other than her husband. Feeling very buzzed and very horny, Peggy entered one of the stalls, removed her hose and panties and placed them in her purse.
When the ladies returned to the table, Mark asked my wife if she would like to dance. She said yes and followed him to the dance floor. He pulled her close, and as they began to slow-dance she could feel Mark’s boner growing and rubbing against her stomach. Soon his hands were exploring her bottom, working their way under her dress. When he discovered that she wasn’t wearing panties, he said, “You’re definitely not the girl I remember from high school!” And he kissed her.
After the song ended they returned to their seats. Soon Peggy felt Mark’s hand on her leg again. It continued to slide up her thigh until his fingers encountered the folds of her now very wet pussy. He carefully slid one finger and then another deep inside her, and began moving them in and out. Now Calvin, on her other side, noticed the action going on below and decided to join in. He placed his hand on Peggy’s other leg. She spread her legs slightly to allow them better access. As they both played with her, Peggy felt a warm sensation building inside her. These two guys were about to coax my wife into an orgasm right there at the table. When it hit, her whole body shuddered, and everyone watched as Peggy simply closed her eyes and enjoyed her climax. The other ladies looked on with envy, and soon there were several wandering hands at the table as each woman enjoyed her share of attention.
At about two o’clock, when the bar was closing, Mark whispered to Peggy that he and Calvin would love to continue getting reacquainted with her in private. Peggy thought about it for a minute, and then agreed. After all, wasn’t this what I had always been encouraging her to try? The three of them then headed for Mark’s room. Once inside, the two men quickly began kissing and exploring Peggy’s body. Never had she felt so sexy and desirable. Calvin unzipped her dress and let it fall to the ground. Admiring her completely naked body, he said, “God, why didn’t we notice you in high school? You are incredible!”
“She sure is,” Mark said. “I can’t wait to see how incredible she feels wrapped around my cock!”
With that they laid my wife on the bed and continued kissing and feeling her all over. Soon Peggy was dripping wet from all the attention. She asked them to take off their clothes so that she could check them out. Mark’s cock was similar in size to mine, but Calvin’s was much longer and thicker. Peggy got down on her knees and took each cock in her mouth in turn, sucking one while pumping the other. But soon she was ready for the real thing. She climbed back on the bed and told them, “I want one of you in me NOW!”
Mark stepped forward and slid his cock into my wife’s waiting pussy with one smooth stroke. First he pumped her slowly, but soon picked up the tempo. Calvin moved behind her head and reached down to massage her perfect tits while Mark continued to pump away. Peggy’s senses were reeling with the unaccustomed pleasure of being stimulated by two virtual strangers. She felt another orgasm building, and soon she was moaning and gasping as her body writhed uncontrollably. A minute later Mark filled her with his come and pulled out. Calvin quickly moved to take Mark’s place. He rolled Peggy over on her stomach, then pulled her ass up and began to slide his large cock into her doggie-style. After several short strokes, she started begging him to give her the whole thing, and he buried his cock in her up to the balls. Never before had anything touched her so deep. Calvin started to move in and out with long, slow strokes. Peggy closed her eyes and focused on the object deep inside her, and on the all-consuming pleasure it was bringing her. After several minutes Calvin increased the pace, and they cried out at the same time in a mind-blowing climax.
Exhausted now, Peggy soon fell asleep, and when she awoke she was alone. As she glanced down at the dried co
me that had dripped down her thighs, a feeling of great pride overcame her. On this night she had been the sexy, desirable woman that her husband had dreamed of. Obviously being a little slutty had its rewards. It was with a feeling of fulfillment that she got dressed and returned to our room.
After hearing this story, I was so turned on that I was about to burst. Seeing my dilemma, Peggy smiled and removed her dress, saying, “Well, I’ve been fucked twice tonight—but I bet I can be even more slutty with my own husband!” And she proceeded to prove that she could.
That experience really changed our sex life. Now whenever we need a little boost we just think back to my wife’s twenty-year reunion. Peggy claims that it was a once-in-a-lifetime occurrence. To which I just reply, “Of course, honey. When’s the next reunion?”—B.I., Tulsa, Oklahoma
NOTHING EXCITED HIM MORE THAN SEEING HIS WIFE GET IT ON WITH HIS BEST FRIEND
I am one of those guys who can think of nothing more exciting than sharing my wife with other men. It is so erotic to see your beloved spouse lost in the throes of passion with someone else, or to share her with some guy in a hot threesome. I am also fortunate enough to be married to a wonderful woman who knows and understands my desires, and has even fulfilled my fantasy on a couple of occasions.
A while back I wrote to you about the first threesome my wife Angela and I had, with my best friend Pete. Unfortunately, since Pete lives several hundred miles away from us, we don’t get to see him very often, and while we are always open to the possibility of inviting another man into our marital bed, we haven’t found a suitable man for the occasion. Even if we see a man who is attractive to both of us, we’re not quite bold enough to just walk up to him and ask. So we’ve had a bit of a dry spell.
About a month ago I was scheduled to go on a business trip to a town that is within an hour’s drive from where Pete lives. I asked my wife to go along, and she readily agreed. I called Pete to see if he was going to be around the day we were to arrive, and he assured me that not only could he get away, he would meet us at the airport. Even though neither of us mentioned anything about him being intimate with Angela, we were both definitely thinking about our last encounter.
A few days later, after making arrangements for the kids to stay at my in-laws, we were on our way. Angela and I acted like newlyweds on the flight, holding hands and flirting. In fact, the flight attendant thought we were on our honeymoon, and offered us a bottle of wine to help celebrate once we got to our hotel. Even though we had not talked about what might transpire once we got to our destination, it was quite obvious that we were both thinking of the possibility of Pete again making love to my wife.
Sure enough, Pete was waiting for us at the airline terminal. My wife let go of my hand and went to him as he approached us, running into his arms for a hug. I couldn’t help but wonder what that flight attendant thought as she walked by, seeing Angela in a warm embrace with another man, kissing him in a way that was more than just casual. After a few pleasantries we headed for Pete’s car. Half an hour later we were at our hotel.
We checked in and went to our room, which was quite nice, giving us a beautiful view of the downtown skyline as dusk settled in. The three of us made small talk as Angela and I unpacked, and then Angela said she wanted to take a shower and relax. As she headed into the bathroom, Pete and I went down to the bar for a cocktail. This delay was agony for me, because I wanted so badly to get things started. Although Pete didn’t mention it, I think he had the same thoughts on his mind.
After about half an hour we headed back up to the room. Angela was sitting on the couch as we walked in. Her brief nightshirt clung to her still slightly damp body, and the bottom of it rode up just enough for me to see that she was wearing a tiny black thong underneath. As she sat there brushing her hair, I opened the bottle of wine and poured each of us a glass. The tension in the air was getting thicker by the minute as we toasted our friendship and good times. Angela and Pete quickly emptied their glasses, and I immediately refilled them.
Even though we had been intimate in the past, none of us seemed to know how to get the ball rolling. After finishing my wine, I decided to give my wife and my best friend a little privacy. I announced that I too needed a shower, and headed for the bathroom. Just before I closed the door, I glanced back at my beautiful bride and gave her a knowing smile—one that I was sure Pete picked up on.
As excited as I was about the possibilities, I made a concerted effort to take my time in the shower. I wanted to give the two of them some time alone, so that hopefully things might develop between them. As I stood under the hot shower, images raced through my mind as to what might be transpiring on the other side of the closed door. My cock stirred, and then grew to full erection as these erotic pictures flashed through my mind. My hand found its way to my soapy shaft and I stroked myself almost to climax. I did this several times, stopping each time just short of coming, letting my excitement build.
After about fifteen minutes I turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. I listened for any telltale signs of what might be happening on the other side of the door, but I couldn’t hear a damn thing. After drying myself, I turned off the bathroom light, and very slowly and quietly opened the door. I was surprised to find that the room was completely dark, except for the lights of downtown shining through the open window.
As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, my cock once again grew to steel hardness at what I saw. My wife and my best friend stood in front of the window, kissing passionately. Pete had his hands on Angela’s hips, while her arms twined around his neck. As my eyes grew accustomed to the dimness, I was able to make out more detail. Angela’s head was tilted back, her mouth open to accept her lover’s probing tongue, while his hands now roamed freely over her back and down to her ass. He lifted her nightshirt and clutched at her ass cheeks, pulling her fully against him. I was frozen with lust as I stood there quietly watching this erotic scene.
Pete’s hands soon found their way to Angela’s breasts, and firmly caressed those splendid orbs. Sighs of lust flowed freely from my wife as she reached for his belt and proceeded to unbuckle it. Her hand slipped down the front of his slacks and encircled his cock, and she gave a much louder moan, obviously pleased with its size and hardness. For what seemed like an eternity I watched the two of them continue to kiss, while their hands explored each other’s body.
Pete lifted the nightshirt over my wife’s head and removed it, leaving her standing there in front of him in just her thong. His hands went instinctively to her breasts again, and their tongues eagerly picked up where they had left off. Soon Pete’s shirt was in a heap on the floor as they continued to make out. Then Pete led Angela to the bed and, never breaking their frantic kisses, laid her slowly down on her back.
I just stood with my cock throbbing painfully as I watched my wife and my best friend make love. Although they still had some clothes on, they assumed the missionary position and went on kissing. Pete’s mouth soon trailed down over Angela’s neck and upper chest, slowly making its way to her breasts. Her eyes were closed tightly as he licked his way down her body, stopping to kiss and suck on her full breasts and her erect nipples. I knew how much my wife loved to have her tits sucked, and evidently Pete remembered it too.
While the two of them were lost in their pleasure, I crossed the room, clad only in my towel, and sat in one of the love seats next to the bed. If either of them noticed me they gave no sign of it. Pete continued down my wife’s body, finally stopping at her pussy. As her hands guided his head to her crotch, Pete slipped her thong down her long legs and dropped it onto the floor. My wife looked absolutely beautiful in her nakedness, writhing in pleasure as Pete lowered his face to her cunt. He started kissing her full pussy lips, and darting his tongue deep into her channel. God, this was exciting! As I said at the beginning, there is nothing more erotic than seeing one’s wife in the throes of passion with another man, and I was witnessing it firsthand.
With his tongue dancing all
around my wife’s pussy, Pete started to finger-fuck her, using first one, then two and finally three fingers. I could hear by the sloshing sounds just how wet Angela was as Pete pumped his fingers in and out of her. She was soon heading for her first climax of the night, and Pete never let up as Angela held his head against her cunt while riding his fingers to a shattering orgasm. Her hips arched, pushing her loins against his face, and her entire body quivered as her head tossed from side to side in release.
As she settled down, Pete moved up over her and once again kissed her passionately on the lips, with Angela sucking the remnants of her juices from his tongue. I was still either unnoticed or being ignored, but I didn’t care. Sitting just a few feet from the bed, with my straining pole making a tent under my towel, I watched as my wife crawled out from under my friend and climbed on top of him. As she straddled his body, she leaned forward to once again kiss him full on the lips as his hands roamed from her breasts down to her ass, and then back again.
Angela soon made her way down his body, trailing kisses over his neck and his smooth chest, and down past his navel. His shirt and pants had come off in the course of their lovemaking, though he still wore his briefs. They didn’t stay on long though, as Pete now lifted his ass off the bed to allow my wife to remove them. Her face was now inches away from his rock-hard seven-inch cock. She stared at it for a few moments, then began to stroke it lovingly. A drop of pre-come oozed from its tip, and she lowered her head to his crotch, tasting it on the tip of her tongue. After giving his tool a few kisses and licks along its entire length, she opened her mouth and took it deep into her throat.
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