Between Brad’s sperm in my mouth and Sherry’s dildo still pumping my ass, I couldn’t hold on to myself any longer. I felt as though I might pass out as I exploded into the most strenuous and prolonged orgasm I’d ever had, spewing what seemed like gallons of jism into Karen’s cunt. Watching Brad exploding in my mouth, Karen also went into a frenzy, thrashing and panting, her cunt gripping and pulling at my dick.
When we all stopped coming, I let Brad’s cock slip from my mouth as Sherry pulled the dildo from my still spasming ass. The power of my orgasm had left me almost unable to move. I collapsed, panting, as Karen and Sherry licked Brad’s sperm from my face and played with my dick. Brad spread Karen’s sweaty thighs and sucked on her pussy lips, drinking our juices.
When they finished with my face, Karen and Sherry turned their attention to my dick, licking off the accumulated juices with their tongues. Then Sherry snatched my cock from Karen and deep-throated it, sucking on it like a vacuum cleaner. I looked at Karen and asked if she wanted to taste more sperm, and when she said yes, I reached down and spread Sherry’s soaking pussy lips. Sherry spread her legs further, and Karen moved closer until her lips gently touched Sherry’s swollen pussy. I was surprised when, after just a few seconds, Sherry grabbed Karen’s head, and started thrashing in orgasm.
When Sherry finally relaxed, Karen really began licking and sucking that pussy in earnest, nibbling at the outer lips, sucking on Sherry’s clit and driving her tongue deep into her hole. Sherry rolled Karen onto her back, sat on her face, bent over and began sucking on Karen’s cunt as well. Karen thrust her hips up as Sherry pressed her mouth harder against her pubic mound.
These girls drove me to such heights that even after several orgasms, I again had a demanding hard-on, and all I could think about was more sex. Seeing Sherry’s ass in the air, her legs spread wide around Karen’s face, I remembered how Karen said that Sherry liked to be fucked in the ass, and it seemed like a good time to do to her what she had just done to me. When I made contact with her ass, she looked back over her shoulder and pushed back at me. Tightening my grip on her hips, I began to work my dick into her anus. She was so tight that at first I didn’t think it would fit. But she kept pushing her ass back onto my dick until the last resistance gave out. Then we fucked, slowly increasing the speed and depth of our strokes until I finally slid in up to my balls, as her sweet ass muscles rhythmically squeezed my dick.
It was terrifically thrilling to be so uninhibited, to be doing all these new and exciting things. I was determined to experience everything. So when Brad began sliding his dick up and down the crack of my ass, I pushed back at him just as Sherry had done with me. Although his dick was large, it wasn’t as big as Sherry’s dildo, so I knew it would fit all right. With a little effort on both our parts, his cock was soon deep in my ass, and his balls were touching mine.
His penetration felt great. The warmth of his flesh and his ability to control it made his cock feel even better than the dildo. We soon built up a rhythm—as Brad pushed into my ass, I pushed into Sherry’s. The more he pushed, the more I pushed. We fucked faster and faster, harder and harder. The friction in my ass and around my dick was incredible. Each powerful thrust drove each of us that much closer to orgasm.
Finally I could not hold back, and I pushed deep into Sherry’s ass as I unloaded my come up that narrow passage. Brad slammed his dick repeatedly into my backside, and with one final thrust spewed his hot sperm deep into my guts. I could feel his cock swelling as each blast of come erupted in my ass.
I woke up the next morning on the floor next to Sherry. Karen and Brad were in her bed. It was then that Sherry told me that her boyfriend back home had dumped her, and that she and Karen had planned to seduce me all along. Then she fucked me right there on the floor.
Karen and Brad never made it to the hotel that weekend, because the four of us spent it right there, having the greatest orgy any of us could have wished for.—Name and address withheld
HE TOOK HIS WIFE ON A BUSINESS TRIP THAT
TURNED INTO A TRIPPY BUSINESS
My first experience with swinging occurred only last year, when I went on a business trip to Miami. I had been there several times before, and this time my wife suggested that she go along. Donna is five years younger than I, and at forty-two still has a face and body that younger guys find extremely sexy. Over the years her figure has grown to a desirably voluptuous 38D-26-37. Her greatest pride is her breasts, firm, wonderfully shaped globes crowned by two large and absolutely delicious nipples.
During my previous trip to Miami, a business acquaintance named Ron had invited me to bring my wife along sometime, and to allow him and his wife Ethyl to entertain us. I had met his wife on a couple of occasions. She was a friendly and attractive blonde in her thirties, and she appeared to be a person who liked having fun.
My wife is not a great party-goer, but she was so happy to be going with me to Miami that she had no hesitation in agreeing to go to Ron and Ethyl’s place for dinner one night. I contacted Ron before we left, and he invited us to come over the day we arrived. He gave me directions to his house, and said to dress casually and to bring our bathing suits to use in their unique hot tub.
Donna and I went out to do a little shopping on our first day there. The day was rather warm, and arriving back at our hotel we had a monumental thirst. From the in-room bar we selected a small bottle of champagne, my wife’s favorite, and proceeded to quench our thirst. I can only drink so much champagne, so Donna drank the lion’s share of the bottle. I then decided to shave and freshen up a little, and as I was doing this my wife opened another bottle. When I finished and came back into the bedroom, I found Donna in her bra and panties. The alcohol had made her warm, and though she showed no visible signs of intoxication, I knew she was feeling no pain.
I reminded her that it was getting late and that we had to be at Ron and Ethyl’s in an hour. She asked my advice as to what she should wear. I suggested something cool and casual. She disappeared into the bathroom with her glass of champagne, and ten minutes later she reappeared in a black jumpsuit outfit that I hadn’t seen her wear too often. It was loose-fitting, with a scoop-neck top which set off her jewelry very nicely. Picking up our swimsuits, we took off for Ron and Ethyl’s.
It was getting dark and we had a little trouble finding the house. As I drove, Donna hummed along to the radio, looking at the scenery and caressing the back of my head. Usually my wife was somewhat uptight about meeting new people, but now she seemed to be looking forward to it, which perhaps should have given me some clue that this night might turn out to be somewhat unusual.
Ethyl answered the door to our knock, and I was pleasantly surprised to see that she was wearing a plain white caftan which approached the thinness of gauze. Only the fact that she wore bikini panties and a sheer bra underneath kept her from being completely exposed, although little imagination was required to visualize her nipples and her blonde pubic triangle through the fabric of her undies.
Donna seemed to take to her immediately, and the two ladies developed an instant rapport, which I soon suspected might have been due in large part to their mutual appreciation of the fermented grape.
We sat down in their spacious living room, and Ron took drink orders. It seemed that champagne cocktails were Ron’s specialty. After a few sips my wife joined Ethyl in the kitchen to see if she could help, and came back with a tray of hot hors d’oeuvres. She offered me the tray, and as she bent down I noticed for the first time, looking down her scoop-neck top, that my wife was braless, her large breasts swaying in a most provocative manner. She then offered the tray to Ron, who obviously appreciated the view of those 38Ds. To add to his pleasure, a dish of peanuts accidentally fell off the table, and Donna put down the tray and proceeded to pick up the peanuts at Ron’s feet, giving him a view from neck to navel, including every square inch of pink and white flesh in between.
After we chatted for a while, topping up our drinks as often as possible, Ethyl as
ked if we’d like the five-cent tour of their house. The house appeared to be built for entertaining, from the large bedrooms and bathrooms to the family room with large TV screen and numerous electronic built-ins. The topper was the very private patio out back, which contained an unusual horseshoe-shaped hot tub.
We decided that it would be advisable to have dinner first, and enjoy the hot tub later, since we were all very hungry. The meal was delicious, light yet filling, and washed down with more white wine.
The capacity of our wives to ingest so much wine was not lost on Ron and me, and we seemed to be on a similar wavelength as to the notion of getting the girls as loose as possible. Ron suggested that we open a bottle of champagne for all of us to sip in the hot tub. They were most receptive. Then Ethyl asked if we wanted to wear our bathing suits, and after a glance at Donna, who didn’t seem to feel strongly about the matter, I replied that she and I would do whatever they thought best. Ethyl suggested turning off the lights and jumping in in the dark, naked. Accordingly the lights were extinguished, and we all stripped down and stepped into the hot tub. I felt my wife’s hand grabbing my cock as she suggested that I pour the champagne.
It didn’t take long for our eyes to become used to the darkness, and furthermore, the clouds that had hidden the moon now dissipated, and we could see each other fairly well. Ron and Ethyl were on one side of the horseshoe, and Donna and I on the other, with the drink tray resting on the area in between. The wives kept downing their champagne and giggling more and more. As they poured more drinks, they each knelt up on their seat in order to lean over and fill their glasses with bubbly, their asses half out of the water and their breasts swaying provocatively as they continued to talk in an animated manner.
I found myself very aroused by the sight of all that bare skin, and I was pretty sure Ron was too. At one point I reached up out of sheer frustration and caressed my wife’s tits. I thought Donna might object to being fondled thus in front of others, but instead she straightened up with her hands on her hips and demanded, in a mockingly serious way, to know whether her breasts were more attractive than Ethyl’s. Ron was enjoying the show, and was surprised when Ethyl knelt up to ask him the same question.
Ethyl’s breasts weren’t quite as large as Donna’s, but they were more than a mouthful, and looked creamy white in the moonlight, with dark brown areolae. I suggested that the two ladies pose for us, so that we could admire them from a different angle. Both of the girls rested their hands on the edge of the tub and arched their backs, while still kneeling on the seat. This had the effect of thrusting their breasts out at a very pronounced angle, and their jutting asses offered too tempting a target not to take advantage of.
I moved behind Donna and slowly inserted my throbbing cockhead into her very moist cunt. I noticed that Ron was doing the same thing with Ethyl, and both of the girls were responding with enthusiasm. I began to thrust powerfully in and out of my wife, as did Ron with his, and the women went down on their elbows as we increased our tempo. I leaned over and caressed Donna’s swaying tits as I continued to thrust in and out. Donna and Ethyl, facing each other, were looking mischievously into each other’s eyes, as if they were sharing some delicious secret that required no verbal communication. We continued to pump our respective wives until they both climaxed—still without taking their eyes off each other. Soon afterward, Ron and I blew our loads almost simultaneously.
The wives then said they were going to fetch another bottle of champagne, since somehow they had managed to finish the previous one. While they were gone, Ron and I discussed our next move. He suggested that since our wives had had so much wine and were obviously amenable to fun and games, we switch partners and see how far they would go. I had no objection to this, but said that we should perhaps do it in a subtle way, since drunk or not, they might object to the outright suggestion of a switch.
The girls looked more voluptuous than ever as they returned to the tub, totally indifferent to their state of undress, their swaying tits and hairy pussies tempting in the moonlight. As we opened the new bottle, Ron suggested that each wife should serve the champagne to the other woman’s husband. Ethyl and Donna looked at each other and giggled, obviously aware of what this suggestion was meant to lead to. Ethyl then said coyly that they would agree to that—as long as the men promised not to touch them with their hands. Ron and I did not hesitate to agree to this stipulation.
I spread my legs and sat well back in my seat as Ethyl stood in front of me and leaned over to give me a sip of champagne. This was an awkward position, however, and she knelt on the seat between my legs, her knee making contact with my cock. In order to balance herself, she braced her hand on the tub by the side of my head, feeding me the liquor with her other hand. This position put her left breast inches from my face. I leaned forward to grasp her nipple between my lips and began to suck it. Ethyl moaned and leaned even closer, to me, smothering me with her breast, her body touching mine. I was hard as a rock, and she suggested I sit up on the edge of the tub so that she could minister to my problem. As I did so, I noticed that my wife was sitting astride Ron’s lap as he licked each of her nipples in turn. Given her position, I was pretty sure she was rubbing her cunt against his cock below the surface of the water.
Ethyl now slipped her mouth over my cock and began happily sucking on it for all she was worth. She was extremely talented with that mouth, and between that and the arousing sight of Ron making a feast of my wife’s tits and nipples, I blew my load down her throat very shortly thereafter.
The next thing I knew, Ethyl had scrambled out of the tub and turned on some music. She then suggested that we dance on the deck. It is a hell of a thrill to dance with your friend’s wife, both of you wet and naked, your bodies rubbing together. Ethyl felt very soft in all the right places, and my cock was beginning to rise again when I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was my wife, asking if she could cut in—but instead of dancing with me, she started dancing with Ethyl.
Ron and I sat in a couple of chairs and watched as the girls danced together, pressing their bodies close as they writhed to the music. Their nipples hardened as their breasts rubbed against each other, and soon they were grinding their crotches together, making no attempt to disguise the arousal they were feeling. I had never seen my wife so uninhibited and even exhibitionistic, nor had I ever suspected that she could be turned on by another woman. But any lingering doubts on that score were erased when she and Ethyl, after looking soulfully into each other’s eyes, brought their mouths together for a long, passionate kiss.
I watched with amazement, my cock rapidly stirring to life again, as the openmouthed kiss went on. Their tongues came into play as well, and then their hands were sliding over each other’s body. When the kiss ended, Donna was panting loudly, and she did not resist when Ethyl pulled her down onto the tiled floor of the patio.
I glanced over at Ron to see if he was as taken aback as I was, but though he was watching intently, and his cock, like mine, was growing quickly, he did not appear to be surprised at his wife’s actions, and I guessed that this was not a new area of experience for her.
She certainly seemed to know what she was doing as she moved her hands and her mouth over Donna’s body. My wife lay on her back while Ethyl stroked and caressed her, sucking on first one tit, then the other. Her mouth moved downward, her tongue trailing across Donna’s quivering flesh. When it reached her crotch, Donna, with a soft moan, raised her knees and spread her thighs apart, and Ethyl moved between them. A moment later she was nibbling at Donna’s clit, and my wife was arching and twisting, clutching her hands in Ethyl’s hair as she gave out little cries of pleasure.
Ethyl’s hands reached up to fondle Donna’s breasts as she continued to eat her pussy. Donna was obviously on her way to a quick orgasm, and a moment later she went over the top with a little scream. Ethyl now released her breasts and turned herself around so that they were in a 69 position, her cunt hovering over Donna’s face while she continued to lap up my
wife’s flowing juices. Donna, still moaning in the aftermath of her climax, stuck her tongue out eagerly as Ethyl’s pussy descended onto her mouth. This may have been new to her, but she evidently learned fast, for she managed to bring Ethyl to a blissful climax by the time her own second orgasm overwhelmed her.
After catching their breath, the girls got up and came over to us. Both Ron and I were sporting huge hard-ons after what we had just seen. Ethyl leaned down and gave me a long, deep kiss, stroking my dick appreciatively. She then suggested that we end the evening with a final fuck. Donna said that was a great idea, and immediately climbed onto Ron’s lap. Facing him, she straddled his thighs and guided his stiff tool into her dripping pussy. Ethyl followed suit with me, and soon these two buxom ladies were bouncing up and down on our cocks as if they were competing to see who could make us shoot first. Ethyl won that game, as the sight of those firm hard-nippled tits jouncing around in front of my face was more than I could take for very long, and I soon climaxed. But I was only slightly quicker than Ron, for a minute later he gave a groan as he released his come into my wife’s squirming cunt.
Soon after that we all got dressed. Donna and I kissed our hosts, thanked them for a great night and took our leave. Whether we will ever do something like that again I don’t know, but the memories will last forever. And I keep a bottle or two of champagne on ice at all times, just in case.—L.H., Duluth, Minnesota
HE SURPRISES HIS WIFE BY TAKING HER
TO A SEX CLUB. SHE JUST LOVES SURPRISES
My wife Bess and I are in our forties and have been married for fifteen fabulous years. Our sex life has been fantastic. Though I had some experience before I was married, my wife has had only one partner—me. Bess is always willing to go along with whatever ideas I can dream up—vibrators, masturbation, videos, fantasy storytelling, talking dirty, lingerie, leather, and so forth.
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