When they came upstairs and found me in the guest bedroom, Alan and Ellie went into our room. I could hear them as they took a shower together. Then they got into our bed and went to sleep.
About four-thirty in the morning I was awakened by moaning noises from the next room. Obviously Alan was fucking my wife again. I got up and looked in, watched them for a while and then returned to my bed.
Soon after that Alan got up, dressed and left. As soon as I heard the front door close, I was up with a hard-on, and I was fucking into my wife’s juice come-filled cunt before his car was out of the driveway.
So now that the ice is broken, I’m hoping Alan will come back soon, and maybe we can make it a real threesome. Ellie says she’s not sure she can do that, but I have the feeling she can hardly wait.—N.L., Chicago, Illinois
DOING YOUR FRIEND’S WIFE IN THE LIVING ROOM
ENTAILS AN ELEMENT OF RISK
Bob wasn’t exactly a friend of mine, he was more of an acquaintance, so I really didn’t feel too bad about fucking his wife, especially because she was a doll. But when he came home early one day and caught us, that’s when I felt bad. We were in the living room. Cissie was bending over the arm of the couch and I had my cock in her ass.
“What the hell you doing with my wife?” Bob said.
“Hell, Bob, what does it look like?” I said. I was afraid I was going to have to fight him, and I didn’t want to, because it would mean taking my cock out of Cissie’s ass, and it was nice in there.
“Looks like you’re fucking her in the ass,” Bob said.
“Nothing gets past you, Bob,” Cissie said. She can be quite nasty sometimes, but she’s a doll anyway.
“You never let me do that,” Bob said.
“Well, that’s ’cause you’re my husband, Bob,” Cissie said. “If you were my lover, I probably would.”
“I was your damn lover before we got married,” Bob said, “and you didn’t let me do it then, either.”
“You got me, Bob,” Cissie said. “Tell you what, you go away and let us get on with it, and I’ll let you do it later, okay?”
“But I’m hot now,” Bob said. “Seeing you with Tim’s dick in your ass and all.”
Cissie sighed. “Okay,” she said. “I’ll suck you off while Tim fucks me, okay? If that’s all right with you, Tim.”
“Fine with me,” I said. All I wanted was to go on fucking her in the ass and not to have to fight with Bob. He’s bigger than me anyway.
Bob came over, unzipping his pants, and sat on the couch where Cissie could reach him with her mouth as she bent over. “Why are you fucking my wife anyway?” he said to me.
“Because she’s a doll,” I said.
“Well, yeah,” Bob said. “I guess that’s true, all right. Damn!” He said that last thing when Cissie lowered her head and took him into her mouth. I already knew what a fine cocksucker she was, so I figured she would be able to keep Bob happy while I finished fucking her ass. Afterwards I might still have to fight with him, but I could worry about that later.
I watched Cissie’s dark head moving slowly up and down over her husband’s dick. The sight made my cock even harder, so that it probed more deeply into her tight warm asshole. She moaned around Bob’s cock, but her head kept on moving.
“Shit,” Bob said breathlessly. “This gal can suck one hell of a cock. She ever suck your cock, Tim?”
“Well, yeah,” I said, because at this point I didn’t see much sense in lying. “And you’re right, she’s great at it.”
“Looks like she’s pretty good at getting ass-fucked too,” Bob said.
“That she is,” I said. “You’re in for a treat, Bob.”
“I guess it’s a good thing I caught you doing it to her,” Bob said. “Or else she might never’ve let me do it that way.”
“No need to thank me,” I said. “I’m just glad I could help you out, Bob.”
“Damn, I’m gonna shoot,” Bob said. And he did. Cissie swallowed it. I reached around to grab her tits and fucked her ass harder until I shot off too.
“You know what, Bob?” Cissie said then. “I think Tim should stick around while you fuck my ass, don’t you? Maybe he can give you some pointers, you know? Show you how he does it.”
“You think he would?” Bob said.
“Why not?” I said. “What are friends for?”—T.R., Lubbock, Texas
THEIR FANTASY CAME TRUE, BUT DIDN’T WORK
OUT QUITE THE WAY HE’D EXPECTED
Originally it was all just a fantasy we shared, a way to help bring my wife to an even higher state of arousal.
It came about when we were making torrid love with Jane lying on top of me. We discovered that it turned her on to imagine a stranger coming up behind her and rimming her or even gently fucking her in the ass. Later, to reinforce the effect, I’d whisper in her ear and tickle her heinie. She even got me to fantasize verbally—for example, saying how the stranger’s cock felt to me when “he” fucked her ass while I fucked her pussy.
This fantasy never failed to make Jane come much more intensely. But the possibility of our actually doing any of this seemed nil. For all her voluptuous looks, my wife is the product of a strict Catholic upbringing.
When we first dated, Jane considered anything related to sex, drugs or alcohol taboo. After I broached the subject of masturbation, it was a long time before she agreed we could take care of each other that way. Later, we went through the same thing with oral sex.
After we were married, Jane learned to love anal play, allowing me to rim her for hours—using my tongue, cock, fingers, vibrators and toys. But she never would let me enter her, and we went on this way for almost thirty years. It was frustrating, but I loved her, and I enjoyed what we did do. And our repertory did expand a little, like when Jane let me come in her mouth. Or when, after fantasizing for quite a few years, she agreed to visit a nudist resort with me.
Strangely enough, she enjoyed the nudist resort, and we continued to visit often, though she admitted to getting jealous seeing me ogle all those naked women. But she managed to turn my roving eye to her advantage.
It was shortly after our first visit to the nudist resort. One evening, during some great loving, I had pumped her pussy full of cream and was collapsed on top of her, with my softening cock still inside her, when she said, “Honey, I haven’t come yet.” She cooed and chuckled and nibbled on my ear, then said, “What would really light my fire, baby, is to watch you eat my pussy and lick me clean while I come!”
She caught me off guard. We had never done that.
“Honey, please,” she said. “I went to the nudist resort with you, and I’ll go again whenever you want! I know how much you love looking at all those naked girls!”
Bull’s-eye! If there’s something Jane wants me to do, she can always find a way to get me to do it. Besides, she deserved to come too.
So I slid down, positioning my face between her thighs. She made herself comfortable by bending her legs at the knees, her feet flat on the bed, and spreading her legs wide while locking her hands behind her head. A dollop of come oozed from her full muff and pink slit. I looked up at her innocent face with the beautiful green eyes. She was smiling down at me, urging me on.
Timidly, I jabbed my tongue at the white goo. Jane’s eyes got big as saucers, and she smiled broadly. Her tongue mimicked the motion of mine. I cupped mine under my come, sucked gently and swallowed without even tasting.
Jane was loving every moment of this. I went back down on her and ate her as I normally do, with gentle up-licks from ass to clit. She was hot and juicy. The pungent odor and the taste of our juices began to grow on me, especially when I saw how much she loved it and loved watching me. I gave it my best, licking and sticking my tongue deep in her hole to suck her clean.
She raved about that for months, and we pushed it a little further each time—like when I would come in her mouth and we swapped it back in a kiss. I learned to love it because she so loved us doing it. More and more
, I even requested it. I might call her at work to say I had been thinking about her all day and there was nothing I’d rather do than make hot love for hours and then lick her pussy clean. That got her thinking about it all day, turning her on even more, so when the time came, she would be a firecracker.
Recently we went on our first cruise. It was like a second honeymoon, only the lovemaking was much more varied. We spent our last week in a hut on a clothing-optional beach. Most people stayed nude the whole time. On our last day, the cabin next to ours was occupied by a nice-looking young guy whose girlfriend was due the next day. We took a liking to Nick, and he to us.
We spent hours lounging nude on the beach—nothing sexual, just walking, talking and eating together. Then we partook of Nick’s stash of pot. That along with the drinking led to a loss of inhibitions, especially Jane, who turned into a little cock-teaser, flirting with any guy who crossed her path. She was obviously enjoying herself, sitting as she did with her legs apart, very unladylike.
At one point she had her legs draped over the arms of her lounge chair while she lay back, relaxed, exposing her gash. Our new friend tried hard to hide a formidable hard-on. Her lewd teasing was turning me on too.
Finally, after a romantic dinner, Jane and I were alone. Feeling frisky, she rode my cock as I lay atop the picnic table in the candlelight. After the stimulation that afternoon, my hard-on was like a telephone pole. When I voiced surprise at how she’d teased poor Nick, she said how she’d enjoyed his reaction—every Catholic girl’s fantasy, she said.
She looked up, smiled and curled her finger. She’d seen Nick and was signaling him to join us. “Not now,” I thought. “There’s the end of our fucking!” I figured even in her uninhibited state Jane would stop. But no! When Nick neared with a lit joint, she sat upright for him to hold it to her lips. She kept rocking away on my pole.
When Nick held the joint to my lips. I took a drag and held it in as he gave Jane a lingering kiss and copped a feel of her breast. I still held my breath as he got bolder and bent slightly to cup and suck on one of her breasts.
“Uh-oh,” I thought, “he’s gonna get a punch!” But Jane didn’t object. She just rocked more vigorously, and moaned. In her glory, she cooed, “This is just like our fantasy come true, Doug! I feel so fucking hot!”
Sensing the opportunity to finally make a threeway happen, I blew out the smoke, then said, “Here’s your big chance, sweetheart. It’s all up to you! You take the lead and do whatever you wish.” She smiled and nodded, then gave me a kiss.
It felt strange, but after a long silence I asked Nick, “Would you like to help us live out our fantasy of a three-way, with you gently fucking Jane’s virgin ass?”
“Sounds great!” he said, moving to kneel behind Jane. But she took the hand that was still on her breast and guided him next to us, to stand on the bench.
“Oh no, boys,” she said. “Not before we get Nick all nicely lathered up—so.” She held him by the underside of his ball sac and bent over to give his cock a little kiss, then a suck. As she sucked, she looked in my eyes, inches away. She strung out his precome for us to watch.
The sight of his cock entering her lips at such close range was very erotic. Sitting still on my cock, she whispered, “Sweetheart, I’d really love to watch you get our friend ready to fuck my heinie!” She drew him down by his balls until his cockhead touched both our lips. Then she kissed me.
She wiped his oozing knob over our lips, then eased the head between mine. I knew from her eyes that this was something she really wanted, and figured I could blame it on the pot, or some cosmic loophole, or something equally strange. In a sense, I thought, I had a chance to lose my virginity again. Besides, we would never see him again. So I went along, and soon found myself seriously turned on.
As I allowed Nick entry, my cock went wild in Jane’s pussy. She smiled. At first my mouth felt dry filled with cock, but I lubed it with saliva, and that and his sweet pre-come made things go smooth as silk. It surprised me how hot and spongy his cockhead felt as I relaxed and tongued him. Even now, I marvel at the erotic thrill of feeling his heartbeat via the pulse of his cock.
Jane was an expert cocksucking coach. She said to suck the head gently and to breathe through my nose as I swallowed his shaft, which she fed to me until my lips were at his hairy base. She reminded me how much I love it when she just licks the underside of my cock, and said to do the same thing to Nick. Releasing his cock so it just crossed my lips, I stuck my tongue out and it naturally rolled under his shaft, with the tip tickling his sensitive underside. He loved it and got all wobbly and started moaning.
Jane said to take Nick in my mouth again and suck and tickle around the crown. I did, and she vigorously massaged his balls and fingered his asshole. She sat upright and resumed rocking on my cock, then told Nick how much it turned her on to see me prove how much I loved her. I knew she was trying to drive us both over the edge.
“You know, Nick,” she said, “I’m sure Doug would just love a mouthful of your hot tasty come! He eats come for me all the time and loves it. Wouldn’t it be fun to come in his mouth, Nick?”
He moaned an enthusiastic yes. As she rocked faster and faster, his cock started throbbing in my mouth. Saliva trickled out the corners.
Jane was saying, “Don’t you want to hold off coming awhile, Doug? If you come now, you know you’ll just want to lick my pussy clean. Do you want Nick watching you do that? Or maybe that’s just what you boys would love now!” That did it, and Jane knew it. She kept fucking me harder, and finally I pumped her full of come.
Moments later, as I was returning to my senses, with Nick still sliding his cock in and out of my mouth, he abruptly let go of Jane’s tits, held my head and let out a howl as he shot pulse after pulse of sticky hot come in my mouth. I managed to swallow it all, and realized that the taste was not unlike my come, and gave me that same squeaky sensation in my mouth that I felt after licking Jane’s cunt clean. When he was finally calm, I started a sucking action, milking his cock dry, as he and Jane took their own sweet time kissing.
Jane broke away and said, “You know, Nick, after that wonderful job Doug did of sucking your prick, it’s only fair now that you help out by sucking all my pussy juices off of his cock while he licks me clean!”
Then she said to both of us, “Come on, boys, you know you like to make me happy! Who can make me happier? Maybe afterward, if you do a good job, I’ll get you both hard again and let you fuck me together!”
Jane knelt over my head facing Nick, and soon our mouths were both in position. I peeked down at him through Jane’s legs, and he looked up at me from between my thighs. Then I felt a flood of warmth as he took me in his mouth and slurped away. It felt incredibly good to be on the receiving end now! Jane elevated herself barely high enough for me to watch as she pulled on her nipples and masturbated, moaning deliriously.
Knowing she was about to come, I raised my face to lick her from her clit to her puckering ass. My second orgasm was approaching, and with Nick squeezing my balls as he continued sucking, I couldn’t hold off. I pumped come in his mouth as I bucked my face uncontrollably in Jane’s cunt.
She finally lowered herself onto my face just as she let loose again, with my tongue deep in her pussy and my nose poking her ass. She collapsed on top of Nick’s back, with my cock lodged deep in his mouth.
Upon coming to, I noticed a strange milking sensation on my cock, and realized the feeling must be coming from deep in Nick’s throat. Jane shifted her weight and climbed off my face so I could see my hard-on in him. We just looked at each other. Jane, obviously in heaven, kissed us both and said what sexy deep-throating, come-swallowing cocksuckers we were.
The candle was flickering as it burned out, so I broke the silence, suggesting we grab some blankets and the beach bag and head down to the ocean for a dip. By the water’s edge Nick and I held Jane’s hands. It was so magical watching the moonlight shimmer on the waves as we played in the water like children.
After twenty minutes or so we felt a chill and crashed in a tangled heap on the blankets.
Nick and I woke up with Jane nudging our faces toward one another’s soft cock, asking us ever so sweetly if we wouldn’t give her “another show.” It was our turn to laugh, realizing we were on the same wavelength. We rose to our knees and presented our drooping cocks to her.
Jane continued in that sweet voice. “I’m sorry, boys. I know how much you loved sucking each other’s cock, especially when you each got a mouthful of the other’s hot come! But you mustn’t keep those yummy cocks all to yourselves!” With that she took Nick in her mouth, then alternated between his cock and mine. It wasn’t long before we were both hard again.
Nick took the lead. He rolled on his back and drew Jane on top of him. I positioned myself behind her. I bent over her to watch her pussy devour his prick. I proceeded to give her ass a tonguing to prepare her for my entry. I reached for our bottle of baby oil. She handed it to me, and I gave a squirt, then watched it dribble down her ass crack. I positioned my hard-on in the oily crack and worked it in the puckering rosebud.
After I made three or four partial entries, Jane pushed back—and I was inside, her tight ring gripping me just below the head! She felt so tight! Pushing deeper, I felt the outline of Nick’s cock in her pussy. She lay perfectly still and let out a deep moan as I sank in to the hilt.
After a series of awkward strokes, it wasn’t long before the three of us found a perfect rhythm, our two cocks pistoning in sync—one in, one out—as Jane rocked back and forth, with her clit rubbing against the base of Nick’s cock, moaning deliriously. She was soon overcome by ecstasy, and then Nick came wildly. I filled Jane’s ass with come, then collapsed on top of the pile, to the cheers of two couples who had come upon us while wading in the surf and were watching us intently.
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