Between her looks, her bold sexuality and the occasional opportunity to watch her with her pickups, I am incredibly turned on all the time. She has promised never to leave me unsatisfied, and so far never has.—Name and address withheld
HE GAVE HIS FAVORITE BIRTHDAY GIRL
A GIFT THAT DROVE THEM BOTH WILD
Allie and I have been married for fifteen years, and are very much in love. She has a sexy tan body, with C-cup tits and a beautiful round ass. Her pussy has just a bit of hair. To me her childbearing hips make her even sexier.
A few months ago for her birthday I rented a suite for the weekend in Atlanta. The first day we went sight-seeing, and then to a nice restaurant. I told her I had a surprise for her at the hotel, so we hurried back after dinner. Her first present was a see-through white nightie with crotchless panties. She put it on and looked really hot. Her dark nipples showed through, and some pussy hair stuck out. We kissed a little, until she asked about her second present.
“It’ll be here soon,” I said.
About fifteen minutes later there was a knock at the door. Allie covered up the best she could and gave me a puzzled look. I said I’d got her a male dancer for her birthday and let him in. She smiled, but tried to cover up even more.
Gino was very good-looking, with a tan, muscular body. I paid him, and he set up his stereo and got in his costume. I sat with Allie, who was still a little shy—but not for long. Once Gino started his dance, I could tell she liked it from her body movement. She no longer cared if he could see her nipples, and she kept touching him as he danced near her. She sat up to the edge of the couch, giving us a good look at her swollen labia. He saw it and ran his hands on her legs so they brushed across it. You could tell he was well-endowed because his costume barely covered it. If I had what he did, I’d dance for a living too!
In the past I’ve asked Allie if she’d like to have sex with a stranger. She’d just giggle and say I couldn’t handle it. She’s gone as far as showing her pussy to truckers on the freeway as we drove past. Now she snuggled back against me and asked if I still wanted to see her have sex with a stranger. I didn’t know what to say. It was hot seeing my wife being touched by Gino, but I was a little jealous too. I asked about getting pregnant. She pointed to some condoms that fell out of Gino’s bag earlier.
I could tell she was very hot. So was I. So I agreed. When the music stopped, I asked Gino if it would cost extra to please a birthday girl. He said it would be his pleasure. Allie said it might be hard to do it with me there and asked if I’d mind waiting in the bedroom. I wanted to watch, but I agreed. I left the door open a little, though, to hear and maybe get a peek of my wife with her stranger.
I heard her say to go slow. I heard sucking noises along with some moans. She asked him to fuck her. He said he had to put the condom on. She made a few grunts and moans. He said how tight her pussy was. There were more grunts and moans.
Allie said, “Take the damn condom off,” I heard it snap. “That’s better,” she said, “it’s sliding in now.” Various noises mixed with moans of “Oh my God.”
Gino said, “That’s all I can fit in, baby. I can’t go deeper.”
I just had to look! Peeking around the door, I saw just the bottom half of them on the couch, with Allie’s legs spread and Gino’s ass going up and down as he fucked her. My dick was hard. Allie started to come with soft moans like she does, until finally Gino said he was going to come. She dug her heels in his ass and said not to stop. He pushed as deep as he could, until he unloaded.
I ducked back in the bedroom and waited for Allie. After about five minutes I went out to the front room. Gino was on the floor, with Allie on her elbows and knees, sucking his half-hard cock. Her pussy was sticking up, so I grabbed her hips and slid my dick in. I got a couple of strokes in before she sat up and got on her back, pulling Gino on top of her. I couldn’t believe how long his cock was, and almost as round as a Coke can.
Allie took my cock and sucked it as Gino mounted her pussy again. He put her legs over his shoulders and worked his cock in. Her pussy lips rolled in and out with every stroke. I didn’t get a great blowjob, because Allie was concentrating on Gino’s cock. As he fucked her, I saw what he meant about not being able to fit it all in. He would hit bottom with still an inch and a half of cock to go. I sat back and watched. Her tits bounced to every stroke of his cock. Both were headed for orgasm.
Gino cried out that he was coming, and Allie dug her heels in his ass and said not to stop. He kept driving in, and found room for the other inch and half. She let out a huge moan and lay with her eyes closed, until he finally pulled out. By then I needed to fuck her, so I moved around and spread her legs. Gino had really stretched her. She kept her eyes closed the whole time I fucked her. It didn’t take long for me to shoot.
I showed Gino out, and Allie and I fell asleep.—N.T., Macon, Georgia
HER CARIBBEAN CONNECTION MAKES HER
HUSBAND’S FANTASY COME TRUE
My husband and I have been married for twelve years and have two children. George owns a business, and I’m a somewhat pampered housewife and part-time model. I work hard to keep fit. I’m thirty-six, five-eight, size four, yet softly curved in the right places to go with my shapely legs. I’m blessed with a firm chest and hardly ever wear a bra.
In the last three years, sexual fantasies have fueled the fires of our lovemaking. The idea of making love to a stranger was foreign to me until this past year, when George told me he had been fantasizing about me making love with a big black hunk, or anyone else I’m turned on by. At first I was reluctant. I felt he was all I needed.
Then we met Jeremy, on a winter cruise. He worked in the breakfast buffet. I love to dress sexy on vacation and have men devour me with their gaze. Jeremy took every opportunity to chat with us. I loved the attention, and found him charming and handsome. There was potent sexual chemistry. Each day the tension grew, as did my husband’s excitement. Finally, Jeremy had a day off, the very day George and I were to visit a nude beach. He said he’d look for us. Unfortunately we missed each other.
After our last breakfast of the cruise, I met Jeremy to say good-bye. We stood inches apart, with my breasts almost pressing against his chest. I felt incredible sexual energy, and wetness in my loins. He gave me his home phone number in Saint Croix, saying he’d be there the entire month of June. He suggested I visit him. I said maybe I would. We kissed each other’s cheek.
Five months later my husband and I “happened” to take a trip to the Virgin Islands. I called ahead, in hopes of arranging a visit with Jeremy. He had just arrived the day before, and made no attempt to conceal his excitement. We made tentative plans, agreeing that I would call after arrival to set the details. My husband thought his long-awaited fantasy was going to come true.
We arrived on a Saturday, and I called Jeremy the next morning to have him come to our resort. I said that my husband likes to stay inside reading while on vacation, and I could use his company poolside.
The front desk called to announce a visitor. I checked myself in the mirror and made my way, nervously yet excitedly, to meet him. I found him outside the main entrance, wearing crisp khaki shorts and a smart white T-shirt. He was clean-shaved, with his hair slicked back. He greeted me with a smile, showing his perfectly white teeth. We kissed each other’s cheek and stood close to one another while chatting briefly about our plans.
The skies had clouded up by then, around one, so we decided to have Jeremy show us around town. We drove and walked around, ending up at a beautiful and quite deserted beach. I suggested a swim. Jeremy agreed, but George claimed he’d rather check out a resort down the beach. I knew he wanted to give us time alone.
There was hardly anyone in sight. The water was refreshing. We went in up to our chests, about three feet apart. Although I didn’t expect to make love right then, I wanted Jeremy to have no doubt as to my intentions, so as we chatted, I moved closer and put my arm around his shoulders, letting my body float up across
his, as if I was sitting on his lap. He caressed the underside of my legs and my thong-clad bottom. It was so exciting to have another man’s hands on my body!
He asked if this was all right with my husband. I assured him it was, then sought his lips, which I had longed to kiss. We pressed our bodies together and kissed hungrily. His hands explored my waist and moved up to my breasts. I removed my bikini top, feeling the salt water against my nipples. He continued to fondle my tits. His erection pressed against my thigh and pubis. My pussy ached for him. He slipped his fingers in my thong and in my pussy. I reached for his dick—first through his suit, then reaching in. He helped pull the front of his suit down, exposing his meat. I was so hot, I had to have him.
While I straddled his pelvis, he pulled my suit aside and entered me. We screwed feverishly, oblivious to anyone on the beach. When I felt him squirt in me, I had the most intense orgasm of my life. Here I was, a married woman making love to someone other than my husband, and in public! I felt naughty, extremely sexy and very satisfied. We lingered in the water. Jeremy said how beautiful I was, and how much he enjoyed being with me. Back onshore, I wrung out my bikini top and put it back on. As we walked back toward my husband, I was anxious to tell him what had happened with my first lover.
George rejoined us, and we agreed it was time to head back. Jeremy invited us to come out with him again after dinner, to experience local nightlife, and we made arrangements. Over dinner, I told George everything. He was shocked but not upset. As turned on as he was, he was reluctant to accompany us that night, for fear of being in the way, so I agreed to go solo. When we met Jeremy in the lobby, George said he didn’t feel up to our outing and asked Jeremy to personally escort me back safely. Jeremy agreed gladly, and we were off.
In his car, after an exchange of niceties, Jeremy leaned over and kissed me gently. On the way into town he caressed my thigh. It was fun to feel like I was on a “date.” We went to a dance bar that was open to the air on the ocean side. We had a few drinks and danced, and I soon forgot my husband. Standing so close together, we sensed what we both wanted: to be alone.
We moved on to a few more bars, walking hand in hand, and ended up on the beach. It was slightly dark there between bars, and sparsely traveled. We kissed passionately, again oblivious to passersby. Jeremy ran his hands over my swollen breasts, then lifted my tight lycra top to fondle them and suck on my erect nipples. He ran his hand up my inner thigh toward my pussy. I lifted and wrapped a leg around him, so he could slip his finger in me. He explored my walls, then withdrew so he could lick and smell his finger. He invited me back to his place, and I agreed.
It was a short drive. In the bedroom, we kissed as we undressed each other. I removed my tight top and short skirt and was left in just a lacy black thong. Jeremy devoured me with his eyes, then laid me on the bed. I lifted my pelvis, and he slid my thong off. He sat between my spread legs, fingering my shaved snatch and rubbing my clit rhythmically until I came convulsively. His dick ached to enter me, he said. I said to stick it in me. He eased in, spreading my clenched walls. It felt so good! He pounded me in various positions, ending with me on my back and him crouched between my legs so he could both screw me and finger my clit. Soon we came together.
Jeremy wanted me to stay the night, but as much fun as I’d had, I wanted to return to my husband. I got back to the room about three and found George still awake. He made love to me, to reclaim his wife. It was a memorable vacation, and within a month I found a big black lover (and I mean big!) who’s helping to fulfill other fantasies of ours on a regular basis. But that is another story!—T.N., Fort Lau-derdale, Florida
Booty Time
SHE LOVED ANAL SEX. SO DID HER FRIEND’S
HUSBAND. THE SOLUTION WAS ONLY LOGICAL!
I have never had any complaints about my sex life with my husband, except for one. He is loving and attentive, considerate and passionate. He always brings me to orgasm, and is never happier than when he can make me come two or three times before he does. He knows and is sensitive about my likes and dislikes, and will eat my pussy until I climb the walls.
The only problem is, he will not fuck me in the ass!
I had several sexual relationships before I was married, and one of the things I enjoyed most was anal sex. I didn’t take to it right away, but once I learned how good it could be, I couldn’t get enough of it. The fact that my husband looks on ass-fucking as somehow disgusting has been a disappointment and a frustration for me for the six years of our marriage.
In recent months I have become close friends with Sherry, a woman in my office who is also married and about my age, thirty-three. We have become close enough to talk about our sex lives. Several weeks ago I mentioned my liking for anal sex, and the fact that I can’t get it from my husband.
“That’s funny,” Sherry said. “My husband is always trying to get me to try that, but I won’t do it. I mean, the whole idea just turns me off. And it’s gotta hurt, right?”
“Not if it’s done properly,” I said. “You really should try it, Sherry. It’s like nothing else on earth!”
“Yeah, that’s what Denny says, but he doesn’t have to take it, you know? He just has to stick it in.”
“Well, I can understand his frustration,” I said. Then I added jokingly, “It sounds like we should exchange husbands.”
Sherry didn’t say anything for a few moments. Then she looked at me with a strange expression. “Would you want to?” she asked.
“What?” I was startled.
“Well, not permanently,” she said hastily. “I mean, just foryou know, a night or something.”
“I was kidding,” I said.
“Yeah, I know. But listen, maybe you want to think about it. I mean, you and Denny could ass-fuck to your heart’s content, and me and Maxwell, whatever. It might be fun.”
“You’ve done this before?” I said.
“Yeah, a couple of times. A little variety, you know. What do you think?”
“I don’t think so,” I said. “We’re not the types.”
“Well, from what I’m told, Denny is great at ass-fucking. And if you really miss it as much as you say”
“I still don’t think so,” I said. “But I’ll talk to Max.”
Well, Max is a man. At first he was shocked. Then he was less shocked. Then he wanted to know what Sherry looked like. I told him she was a curvy blonde (whereas I am a slender brunette) and very pretty, which was true. He asked if I really wanted to do it. I said Sherry had suggested we all have dinner and see what happened. Nobody had to do anything they did not want to do. Max finally said that sounded okay.
If anyone had told me a week earlier that we would have gone even that far, I wouldn’t have believed it.
A week later we went to Sherry and Denny’s house for dinner. Denny was in his early forties, dark-haired, good-looking and solidly built. I found him attractive right away, and although I tried not to, I couldn’t help thinking about how it would feel to have his cock in my rear. The thought made me tingle, and made me slightly damp between the legs.
The dinner was fine. The conversation flowed nicely, though we kept to conventional topics. After we finished our coffee, Denny leaned back in his chair and smiled around the table.
“Well, guys,” he said. “I think I can speak for both Sherry and myself when I say that we find you both very attractive and desirable people, and we would like nothing better than to indulge in fun and games with you this evening. If you feel differently, no problemwe can watch a movie, or whatever. But I would be happy if you would accompany me to the bedroom, Laura, and leave your husband and my beautiful wife to their own devices for a while. What do you say?”
My heart was pounding. I looked over at Max. I knew that he was attracted to Sherry, but I still wasn’t sure if he wanted to go through with it. Or if I did, for that matter. But I guess I did, because I found myself hoping that he would say yes.
He didn’t say anything for what seemed like minutes. Then h
e kind of nodded. “Well, I guess it’s up to you, Laura. If you’d like to, it’s fine with me.”
I felt weak all over. But it was decided. Though I was not sure my trembling legs would hold me, I stood up and walked around to Denny’s chair. “Let’s go,” I said.
He got up, took my hand and led me to the bedroom.
“I’m very nervous,” I said when we got there.
“No need to be,” he said. “Sherry tells me you are partial to anal sex.”
I felt myself blushing. “She tells me you are too,” I managed to get out.
“Indeed,” he said. “We should get along wonderfully. May I kiss you, Laura?”
“I think you better,” I said.
And he did, gently at first, then more passionately. His tongue slid in my mouth, and I met it with mine. Our bodies pressed together, and I felt the rising hardness of his penis against my lower belly. Then his hands were sliding down my body and clutching the cheeks of my ass. I whimpered against his mouth as his fingers probed the cleft of my buttocks through my dress.
Then, still kissing me, he began to pull the dress up, bunching it in his hands as it slid up my legs. I felt the air on my bare thighs. When my dress was around my hips, he slid his fingers beneath it, letting it fall over his hands, which swiftly slid into the waistband of my panties.
I broke the kiss then. I was breathing hard. “You work fast,” I whispered.
“You have a beautiful behind,” he said. His hands were in my panties, clutching my buttocks. I gasped as his fingers again moved between them, with nothing now separating those fingers from my bare flesh.
“Let’s get on the bed,” Denny said. “I want to be inside you now.”
Although I was used to a bit more foreplay before actual intercourse, I have to admit that my juices were flowing and I was nearly as aroused as he was. The feeling of his fingers caressing my asshole and knowing that I was actually about to be fucked there for the first time since my marriage had me ready for anything.
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