It's an Open House.

Penthouse International.

Three-for-All.

THEY TOOK A TRIP TO ATLANTIC CITY, AND HIS WIFE TOOK A GAMBLE ON ANOTHER WOMAN.

My wife Brenda and I have been married for fifteen years. Brenda is now forty years old, five-foot-four inches tall and one hundred fifteen pounds. She goes to the gym twice a day, and though she's not a body-builder, she has one of the best bodies around. She's also very good-looking, and has always been flirty, both with men her own age and with younger guys. She's a very hot lady, even though the only person she's had s.e.x with is me! I started f.u.c.king her at a very early age, and have kept on f.u.c.king her and loving it.

Occasionally Brenda and I fantasize about her getting it on with another woman. It has always been something I wanted to see, and she always said that maybe someday it would happen. We recently went to Atlantic City, and weren't in our hotel room fifteen minutes when Brenda said, "Okay, let's do this right now!"

It only took about two seconds for me to get a phone book and call a local escort service. They told me the young lady would be there in an hour. Brenda was very excited. She came over to me and told me to stick my hand down her panties to see how wet she was. Her p.u.s.s.y was soaking wet, and her panties were soaked also. She was ready, and so was I!

The lady arrived on time and told us her name was Crystal. She was attractive, with long blonde hair and nice t.i.ts. Crystal also mentioned that she was a student f.u.c.king her way through college.

Brenda and Crystal both took their clothes off as I sat down in a chair to watch. When Brenda came over to me and started sticking her tongue down my throat, I knew she was very excited and ready to go. Crystal walked up to Brenda and started rubbing her t.i.ts from behind, grinding herself against her a.s.s. Man, what a sight! Brenda then lay down on the bed and Crystal started sucking her p.u.s.s.y and rubbing her t.i.ts.

I picked up our videocamera and asked Crystal if she minded if I filmed her. She said it was okay as long as I didn't get her face on film. So there I was, filming this girl licking my wife's p.u.s.s.y, while Brenda pushed her hips up into her face. There was p.u.s.s.y juice all over Crystal's face. I knew I was one lucky f.u.c.ker to be able to see this.

Brenda had said earlier that she didn't think she could do anything to the girl, but she did suck on Crystal's big t.i.ts and finger-f.u.c.k her p.u.s.s.y. She also let Crystal suck my d.i.c.k while she did it.

It ended with Crystal filming Brenda and me, with Brenda on her hands and knees on the bed and me taking her doggie-style from behind. When I looked over at Crystal I saw that her hand was rubbing her p.u.s.s.y as she filmed us f.u.c.king. Then Brenda rolled over on her back and started playing with her vibrator, asking me to shoot my come on her p.u.s.s.y which I did with pleasure.

Afterwards Brenda said it had been fun and that she would gladly do it again. I found a swinging couple on the Internet who live not far from us, and we set up a date. I'm hoping that this time I will get to see Brenda eating p.u.s.s.y, and even sucking some strange c.o.c.k!-G.F., Hartford, Connecticut THE SILKY BLONDE IN THE BAR HAD EYES FOR THE WIFE, BUT TOOK ON THE HUSBAND TOO.

The silky blonde sitting across the room, with the brown eyes and swollen, pouty lips, had caught my husband's eye, but it wasn't him she was looking at with interest. It was me.

"You're a s.e.xy, delicious man," I told him, "but she's giving me the eye."

"What?" He couldn't believe it. He looked at her again, shooting her his best you-know-you-want-me stare. No dice. She turned to me and gave me a shy but knowing chin-down, eyes-up gaze. "d.a.m.n!" Glen said.

I'd never been with a woman before, but was up for the experience, as long as Glen was there. I knew he would love it. I smiled at him, then picked up a c.o.c.ktail napkin and put it between my lips, closing my mouth on it so that my lipstick left an imprint on the flimsy sc.r.a.p of paper. Then I summoned the waitress over to us and asked her to bring the napkin, along with a fresh vodka martini, to the pouty seductress at the far table.

They say it's not so much how it's given, but how it's accepted that matters. Well, if that's the case, she did fine. She swiveled her chair to face us, sat up straight and spread her legs wide, her full black cotton dress riding up over her knees. She reached under the dress, pulled her panties aside and pressed my "kiss" to her bare p.u.s.s.y.

I stared for a moment, then, smiling slyly, looked over at Glen. He had sucked in his breath, his eyes wide. He turned to me in hopeful antic.i.p.ation of what I might do. I looked back at the blonde and made a gesture with my thumb toward Glen, then turned it back toward me. The meaning was plain: both of us. The blonde hesitated for a second, and then nodded. We were in. With a red-nailed finger I beckoned her to come to us. She glided across the room until she stood only inches from me. "Lenore," she whispered.

"Rhonda," I replied. "And this is Glen." My hand slipped into hers, and we were on our way. As we walked out to our car, I couldn't help but wonder if the napkin with my lip-print on it was still up there next to her p.u.s.s.y.

We drove to a motel outside of town. As soon as we were inside the room Glen pressed us both against the door, one knee between Lenore's legs, the other between mine, and kissed us one at a time. As he stepped back we slid to the floor, tearing at our clothes. I tried to stand, but Lenore grabbed at my dress. As I fell to the floor, laughing, she tried to crawl past me to the bed. I grabbed her ankle and with one motion pulled her to me and slid her dress up, burying my face in her white-lace panties. She arched her back and I pulled the lace aside for my first taste of her. I gave her a gentle lick, then slid my tongue inside for a soft, sensual savoring of her s.e.xual essence. My hands slid from her a.s.s and up to her back and then to her hair, while I lost myself in the sensation of an unending p.u.s.s.y-kiss.

When I stopped for a breath I looked up to see Glen's face watching me in awe. He was naked and stroking himself. d.a.m.n, his c.o.c.k looked so big! "f.u.c.k me," I breathed. He knelt behind me, and I held my breath as he pushed himself in deep.

When Glen's c.o.c.k was in me, I slid Lenore's panties off. Her face was scrunched up with pleasure. I began to lick her c.l.i.t as my fingers explored her wet p.u.s.s.y. She sucked in her breath, pressing herself to my face. My chin pressed firmly against her crotch as I again dug my tongue deep inside. She was so tasty and slippery I couldn't stop. Oh G.o.d, I thought, was this what I felt like, tasted like, when I came in Glen's mouth? I wondered if I would feel it when she climaxed.

Yes! Her p.u.s.s.y started to contract and pulse. I dragged my tongue in a circle around her silky tunnel, then drew it out to flick her c.l.i.t. I licked it broadly with the flat of my tongue as she spasmed, crying out her pleasure.

As her o.r.g.a.s.m diminished I moved slowly upward, kissing her stomach, licking her navel, so lost in her sensuality that I barely noticed that Glen's c.o.c.k was no longer inside me. I stopped to nuzzle at her warm b.r.e.a.s.t.s, then brought my lips to her mouth. Pressed together, we rolled across the carpet, kissing deliciously, eyes closed, clinging tightly, wrapping our legs around each other. Our hands never stopped searching, caressing and grabbing. I was drunk with these new sensations.

I ended up on my back, with Lenore on top of me. Now she slid down to taste me. Glen put a pillow under my head and, still holding his c.o.c.k, knelt to kiss me pa.s.sionately. Lenore was kneeling also, her a.s.s in the air, her hands holding my hips as her red lips drew out my desire. Glen knelt behind her and licked her dripping p.u.s.s.y, reaching around her to cup her big, hanging t.i.ts in his hands. Her hips swayed and her back arched, her moan stifled against my wet p.u.s.s.y.

Glen slid his fingers inside her. At least one of them went into her a.s.s, which seemed to drive her over the edge. The sensations he was giving her were being pa.s.sed on to me. Her tongue, her lips, her sensuous mouth were working pa.s.sionately on my crotch, enjoying me, tasting me, sending me into orbit. "Oh, G.o.d, I'm coming! I'm coming!" I yelled. And I did, all over her face.

Glen's fingers slid out of her and ma.s.saged her creamy a.s.s. When she crawled up my body to kiss me with her glistening smile, he moved between my legs, his c.o.c.k feeling bigger than ever before as he slipped it into me. His wild grunting told me that he was about to come.

"I want to see it," Lenore moaned, swinging herself off me. "Let me see it!" Pulling out just in time, he squirted his come across my stomach and b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

Lenore turned around to straddle my face. As my tongue circled her c.l.i.t and delved into her p.u.s.s.y, she bent down, pressing herself against my come-dappled body to bring her mouth between my widespread thighs. Glen sat there on the floor, his hands caressing my legs as he watched us in this 69 position. With an intense interest, he watched her pleasure me, watched my p.u.s.s.y tighten around her pink tongue, watched her finger slide in and out of my clutching a.s.s. His c.o.c.k swelled up again, hard and throbbing. He knelt in front of her face and she raised her mouth from my crotch to take him deep into her throat. Then she slid her mouth off him, her hand moving his c.o.c.k down toward my p.u.s.s.y. He began to f.u.c.k it again, and as he slid in and out of me Lenore's tongue laved his shaft, tasting the juices he was drawing out of me. Meanwhile her p.u.s.s.y was writhing against my outstretched tongue. My husband was f.u.c.king me, our sweet, silky blonde pickup was licking his d.i.c.k, and I was lapping her p.u.s.s.y. All three of us were moaning loudly.

Under the double stimulation of my clutching p.u.s.s.y and Lenore's eager tongue, Glen was the first to come. I felt his hot juices squirting into me, a sensation that always excites me. I sucked frenziedly on the p.u.s.s.y in my mouth as I climaxed again and again, and I felt her shudders as she, too, spun into o.r.g.a.s.m. It was utter bliss, total, time-stopping pa.s.sion. Every sense was on fire. We finally collapsed into a tangled ma.s.s and slept hard.

When I woke up she was gone.-R.G., Galena, Illinois WHEN HUBBY'S AWAY, THIS NAVY WIFE PIPES A COUPLE OF OTHER SAILORS ABOARD This experience took place some time back, but it's still as vivid in my mind today as when it first happened.

I was a naval officer, stationed at the base in San Diego. One evening my good friend and fellow officer Chuck and I decided to take a room at a hotel in the city to get away from the base. We checked into our room and proceeded to the dining room for dinner and a few drinks. The place was crowded, and we had to wait at the bar for a table.

As we sat there we looked over the crowd and noticed a very attractive blonde lady sitting by herself. At one point she glanced over at us and saw us watching her. To my surprise, she got up and started toward us.

I guessed that she was about twenty-five. She had on a sheer white silk blouse that accentuated her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, which must have been about 36D, and a tight skirt that melted into her luscious hips and stopped a few inches above the knee. She was about five feet nine, with a narrow waist and very shapely legs.

She came directly over to us and asked if we knew anything about the flights coming into the naval base that evening from overseas. It seemed she was supposed to meet her husband, who was flying in from j.a.pan, but he hadn't arrived. I told her that all the overseas flights had already arrived, and the next flights wouldn't be coming in until around seven o'clock the next morning.

She seemed very disappointed as she thanked us. Then she asked if we were waiting for a table, and when we said yes she invited us to join her for dinner. We gladly accepted, and went to her table. She introduced herself as Jenna, and told us she had flown in from Chicago to meet her husband. As it happened, I was from Chicago also, and it turned out we had gone to the same school, although at different times.

That kind of broke the ice, and we settled in and ordered drinks. Jenna was very pleasant. She said she appreciated our company, as it would be a long night for her, waiting for tomorrow's flight. She told us she hadn't seen her husband in over seven months, since he had been deployed to j.a.pan.

When dinner was over Jenna said she should be going back to her room, and thanked us for the dinner and the company. We offered to walk her to her room, which coincidentally turned out to be right next to ours. As we were saying good night a thought hit me. I told her that Chuck and I had planned to hit a few bars that night, and I wondered if she would like to join us. She said that would be fine, as it would help her to pa.s.s the time. She just needed a few minutes to freshen herself up.

We knocked on her door ten minutes later, and the three of us went out to a club, had a couple of drinks and watched the floor show, then went on to another bar. Jenna was very animated, a good listener and very pleasant to be around.

Finally, as it was getting late, we decided to go back to our rooms. As we unlocked our doors, she thanked us for being such good company, saying that she had really enjoyed herself, and offered her hand to say good night.

On impulse, I took her hand and pulled her up close to me, then planted a kiss on her mouth. She stiffened for a minute, and then kind of relaxed and melted into my arms. I felt her shudder and tremble. I asked her if she wanted to come into our room for a while. She hesitated a moment, breathing rapidly, and then said, "What the h.e.l.l, sure. What he doesn't know won't hurt him."

As we went through the door she turned to meet me, putting one arm on my shoulder and giving me a long, slow French kiss. At the same time I felt her other hand on my crotch. She pulled down my zipper, reached in and got hold of my c.o.c.k. She started to manipulate it, and it reacted immediately to her hot hand, becoming erect. Jenna said it had been seven months since she had held one of those, and she went down on it like a starved dog after a bone.

She was cooing and murmuring about how lovely it was as she rubbed her lips over it, then started licking it and stroking it with her hand at the same time. Next she fluttered her tongue over the glans and along the underside, all the time moaning and cooing. Then she put it in her mouth, deep-throating it and then withdrawing it very slowly, still holding it in her stroking fingers.

Chuck had been standing and watching with a stunned look on his face. Jenna looked over at him. "Don't just stand there," she said breathlessly. "Come over here and join us."

Chuck was out of his clothes in a flash, and his c.o.c.k was at full attention. He approached her from behind as she crouched on her knees, working on my c.o.c.k like there was no tomorrow. He raised her skirt, and I think we were both surprised to see that she had no panties on. (Later she told us that had been in antic.i.p.ation of the meeting with her husband.) Chuck was going to plug into her, but she stopped him, saying, "Wait, it's not ready yet. Get on your back and let me straddle you so you can get me good and ready."

Chuck was only too glad to comply. She sat on his face and continued working my c.o.c.k over big time, until I knew it wouldn't be long before I would explode. Chuck was really lapping her t.w.a.t, and she was twisting and turning and moaning, saying, "Yes, oh yes!" around my c.o.c.k. I was ready to put my whole load down her throat. I started spurting and she took it all, gulping it down eagerly. When I was done she asked me to take her blouse off and play with her t.i.ts. As I did she went wild, squirming and throwing her head back, shaking it from side to side, rotating her hips and grinding her p.u.s.s.y into Chuck's face. "I'm coming!" she cried. "Rub my t.i.ts hard!" Then she shrieked as she had her first o.r.g.a.s.m of the night. But it was far from the last.

As she recovered her breath I pulled off all my clothes, and then hers. Chuck was already naked. At Jenna's suggestion we shoved the two single beds togther. "I want to 69 with Chuck," she said, "and you can get ready to f.u.c.k me from behind." She was a take-charge person and knew exactly what she wanted, and we were more than willing to oblige.

Soon Chuck was lying on his back with Jenna's p.u.s.s.y draped over his mouth and his pole deep in her throat. Chuck was going wild, not having come yet this evening. I was sure he wouldn't last very long, the way she was throating him. I eased up behind her, spread her cheeks and put my now fully recovered c.o.c.k at the entrance to her p.u.s.s.y. It was very slick with Chuck's saliva, and with her own o.r.g.a.s.mic juices. As I started to slide into her, she shifted her hips to better accommodate me. Even with all the lubrication she was still tight. I had to ease it into her c.u.n.t slowly, inch by glorious inch. Then all of a sudden I felt Chuck's tongue lapping at the underside of my d.i.c.k. It was something I had never experienced before, and I reacted by thrusting hard and driving my c.o.c.k all the way home with one final plunge. I heard Jenna's gasp of pleasure as it hit bottom.

Chuck started coming then, yelling as he shot his j.i.s.m into her gasping, gulping mouth. I was reaming her for all I was worth. Her c.u.n.t was like velvet. It felt like she had little fingers inside it that grasped and released my pumping shaft. She really knew how to f.u.c.k! I knew I wasn't going to last much longer the way things were going. Her a.s.s was rotating and thrusting in time with my strokes. She was squirming and moaning and crying, "Yes! Yes! Yes, it's so good, don't stop!" I could feel her tightening and trembling, building up for a big one, and I wasn't going to be far behind. All of a sudden she squealed and shrieked, "Yes! Oh yes, right there! f.u.c.k it harder! f.u.c.k it harder! f.u.c.k it harder!" And she exploded, and I spewed like a volcano inside her twisting, squirming c.u.n.t.

We lay in the afterglow for a few minutes. Then Chuck started to play with Jenna's t.i.ts, his erection coming back to full bloom. He rolled her onto her back and mounted her as I watched. He was soon f.u.c.king her wildly, thrusting long and deep, and she was responding, saying, "Yes, it's so good, oh it's so good, drive it in hard, do it faster, yes!" Then she was spasming and shaking, moaning, "Yes! Yes!" She clamped her legs around Chuck's waist, her heels drumming on his a.s.s. With each thrust she pulled him into her with her legs, forcing him deeper. She was pumping her hips like a wild woman, their pelvic bones grinding together, and I could hear the slushing sound of her juices. Chuck's eyes were rolling as he started to come again, and Jenna was thrashing her head from side to side, almost howling as she joined him in o.r.g.a.s.m.

Chuck rolled off her then, and we all cuddled up and went to sleep. It was about six-thirty in the morning when I felt something playing with my d.i.c.k. It was Jenna. She was lapping on it, getting it hard and ready for another go-round.

All of a sudden there was a noise from next door. Jenna stopped licking me and said, "Oh my G.o.d, somebody just opened the door of my room."

Chuck got up and stuck his head out of our door. When he came back he reported that he'd seen a man coming out of her room and heading for the hotel office. "Oh G.o.d, it must be my husband!" Jenna said. His flight must have come in early. She grabbed one of our towels and wrapped it around herself, then picked up her shoes and clothes and ran out. The walls between the room were thin, and we could hear her shower running. It had just stopped when we heard her husband coming back. Not more than five minutes after that we heard the bed squeaking rhythmically.

Chuck and I turned to each other, grinning and said it in unison, "What he doesn't know won't hurt him!"-P.Y., Seattle, Washington SHE CALLS HER HUSBAND'S BLUFF AND LETS HIM WATCH HER WITH A YOUNG LOVER I'm a thirty-five-year-old female executive with a large international corporation based in the southwest. Although I do not have huge t.i.ts, I do have a nice, firm a.s.s which goes well with my five-foot-five, one-hundred-ten-pound frame.

One of my husband's fantasies has long been to see me go to bed with another man. I have always been resistant to this idea because I was afraid of the long-term consequences. But one night my husband and I had an argument, and in the heat of the moment I told him that a lot of men found me attractive and he should accept me for who I was, as they all did. Zach responded angrily that if I could do better than him, and find a guy that accepted me, then I should go to him. Well, little did he know that I already had one! His name was Brad, and he worked in my office. And now I decided to let Zach meet him.

About two weeks went by, and one Friday morning I was ready to set my plan in motion. I called Zach at his law office and told him to watch for a fax I was sending him. I said he should do what the fax said, and trust me. In the fax I informed him that I had arranged for the kids to spend the night at my parents, and that he should meet me at a certain local watering hole at seven o'clock that evening. I asked him not to approach me there, but to wait for further developments.

Brad and I left the office together, but not before I changed out of my conservative working outfit and into something a little more s.e.xy. We got to the place around six-forty-five and took a seat at the bar. I spotted Zach almost immediately at the other end of the bar. When he saw me with Brad his jaw dropped, and his eyes showed his surprise and shock-and, yes, no small amount of excitement.

Brad and I ordered drinks and spent the first hour chatting and discussing the office and our work. Then Brad had to use the rest room. While he was gone I unb.u.t.toned a couple of b.u.t.tons on my blouse, revealing my cleavage and the top of my pink lace demi-bra. Immediately upon returning to his seat Brad commented on my boldness, and I replied, "You ain't seen nothing yet!"

Although Zach and Brad did not know one another, they were both watching my t.i.ts, along with some of the other men at the bar. One man even bought me a drink and expressed interest in me, which turned me on even more. After a few more drinks Brad wanted to go to a different bar, one that we often frequented together. I told him I had to use the rest room, and on the way there I grabbed a napkin and wrote the name of the place where we were going. As I came back I walked by Zach's stool and casually dropped the note beside him.

As we drove to the next spot I grabbed Brad's hand and placed it on my crotch, gently moving it back and forth against my c.u.n.t. While he was ma.s.saging my hole I could feel the juices flowing from my p.u.s.s.y and being absorbed into the crotch of my panties. By the time we got to the bar I was wet, excited and h.o.r.n.y. Once inside, we ordered drinks and I awaited Zach's arrival. Within a few minutes, Zach walked in the door and took a seat at a table near the dance floor. After a minute I grabbed Brad's hand and said I wanted to dance. By that time I was feeling no pain and was becoming bolder and bolder. Soon I was grinding myself into Brad and rubbing against his d.i.c.k until he became as hard as a telephone pole. I casually danced us over to where my husband was sitting, and then grabbed Brad's hands and placed them on my tight a.s.s. He gently kneaded my b.u.t.tocks and began to kiss my neck as our bodies glided to the music. My thong panties were dripping as I put on a show for my husband with my unknowing boyfriend.

We spent another hour at the bar before I told Brad that I had a surprise for him. I told him that my husband was on a golf trip with his buddies, and that I had rented a room at a local hotel for the two of us to enjoy for the night. What I didn't tell him was that I had also rented the room adjoining, and that my husband was going to be in it.

Before we left I again excused myself to go to the ladies' room, and upon my return I gave Zach a note that I had prepared earlier in the day, along with a key to the hotel room. In the note I told him that his fantasy about seeing me make it with another guy was about to come true. I also said that if he didn't want to see it, he should go home and that I would see him the next day. Would he or wouldn't he, I wondered, take me up on my offer?

On the drive to the hotel, I teased Brad by ma.s.saging his stiff c.o.c.k through his pants. By the time we got to the hotel he was about to blow his wad. Once we were in the room, Brad went into the john to freshen up, and I unlocked the door to the adjoining room. Zach had not yet arrived, and I began to think that, despite what he had always said he wanted, the thought of me with another man was too much for him. Maybe I had called his bluff.

As soon as Brad came out of the bathroom we embraced and went into a long pa.s.sionate kiss. He eagerly caressed my b.r.e.a.s.t.s and slowly began to unb.u.t.ton my blouse the rest of the way. As I began to undress him in turn, I heard the door to the adjoining room creak open, and then I knew that Zach had shown up after all, and that my husband was now watching me seduce my lover. That fact alone made me become even wetter, and I moaned with antic.i.p.ation. Soon I had all of Brad's clothes off except for his briefs, and I asked him to kiss my b.r.e.a.s.t.s, positioning myself so that Zach would have a clear view of the action.

As Brad worked his way down my neck to my t.i.ts, I looked over at the door to the adjoining room. It was only open a crack, but I knew that my husband's eye was close behind it. Looking directly at him, I smiled, looked over to him and mouthed the words, "Enjoy the show."

Brad attempted to unhook my bra, but I stopped him, saying that I felt s.e.xier with it on. Zach was a lingerie freak, and I knew that he would enjoy it more if I kept my lace bra and thong panties on throughout the evening.

Soon Brad was gently licking my navel and begging me to let him eat my p.u.s.s.y. Who was I to deny the man his pleasure? I slowly eased out of my tight jeans and allowed him to pull them off me. As I mentioned earlier, one of my best attributes is my ripe a.s.s, which was accentuated by my pink thong panties. I climbed onto the bed and Brad got between my legs and began to suck my p.u.s.s.y lips through the silk garment. By then my c.u.n.t was sloppy-wet and my musky scent was heavy in the air. I had shaved my p.u.s.s.y that morning, as I knew that both Brad and my husband loved a very trim s.n.a.t.c.h.

Up to that point I had been making sure that Zach could see and hear everything that was going on, but once Brad began to eat my p.u.s.s.y I was oblivious to everything but my own pleasure. I have had my s.n.a.t.c.h eaten by several men in my life, but Brad was the hands-down winner when it came to getting me off that way. Pushing my panties to the side, my lover spread my outer lips apart with one hand, and with that same hand pulled back my c.l.i.toral hood, exposing my pink little c.l.i.t to the ministrations of his mouth. After several minutes of nibbling, sucking and licking, he slipped a finger into my c.u.n.t and began to stroke my G-spot with a slow yet forceful pressure which soon had me wailing. I came and came, screaming as the force of my o.r.g.a.s.m overwhelmed me in its own beautiful way.

Panting heavily, I pulled Brad up to me and began to stroke his long, hard c.o.c.k. My other hand went down to my wet curt, and as I jacked off my lover I proceeded to caress myself to another o.r.g.a.s.m.

After I came again I looked over at the door, which had drifted open a bit more, and I could tell that my husband was jacking himself off with vim and vigor. Obviously Zach was not disappointed with my activities on this wonderful night.

Soon I was licking my stud's eight-inch tool while keeping an eye on Zach's reaction to my c.o.c.ksucking. This is one activity that I didn't do very often, but tonight I wanted to make sure that I put on a wild show to prove to him that I was desirable to other men. Slowly I relaxed my jaw muscles, and little by little I took all of Brad's manhood in my mouth. In order to heighten the experience for my lover, I began to ma.s.sage his a.n.u.s, then slowly inserted a finger in his b.u.t.thole. After a few moments Brad shot his wad in my mouth, and I eagerly swallowed every bit of his come with delight and pleasure.

Soon Brad got up and went to the bathroom. I quickly jumped out of bed and went over to the slightly opened door and my l.u.s.ting husband. The first words out of his mouth were, "You're so hot! I want you now!" I told him he'd have to wait, because this was not his night. And with that I smiled and went back to the bed to await the return of my lover.

Once Brad rejoined me in bed I quickly got him aroused again, then pleaded with him to stick his d.i.c.k in my wet c.u.n.t. Soon I was on my knees, facing my husband, as Brad pulled my thong to one side and slowly entered my c.u.n.t with his eager c.o.c.k. Within seconds I was moaning and urging him to f.u.c.k me harder than he had ever f.u.c.ked me before. As he rammed his c.o.c.k into my hole I was able to watch Zach pounding his meat in unison. After several minutes of f.u.c.king me like a p.o.r.n star, Brad announced he was going to come, and soon we both climaxed at the same time as he shot his hot j.i.s.m into my squirming c.u.n.t.

I still wasn't finished. Within minutes I got him hard again, and I began to gently suck and lick his c.o.c.k and b.a.l.l.s. After a while he moaned that he was going to come again, so I took his d.i.c.k out of my mouth and finished the job by hand, letting him shoot his wad on my t.i.ts and body.

As we lay resting in each other's arms I heard the door close softly, and I knew that Zach had finally had all he could stand for that night, even if I hadn't.

Early the next morning, as I drove home, I wondered what kind of reception I would get from my husband. Upon my arrival, I found him still asleep in bed. So I removed my still wet panties and placed them over his face, then crawled into bed and snuggled up to him. He woke up instantly and f.u.c.ked me more pa.s.sionately than he had in months. Afterwards he swore that he would never take me for granted again-as long as I continued to prove to him how attractive I could be to another man!-F.V., Lexington, Kentucky THE TWO GIRLS WANTED HIM TO GET INTO SOMETHING COMFORTABLE, NAMELY THEM.

About fifteen years ago I met a Cuban-American couple named Jose and Anita, with whom I became really good friends. After a few years I moved to another state and lost contact with them. Last November I moved back to Florida and found out that they had divorced a few years ago. I looked up Anita, and we went out partying together a few times, as friends. One weekend we were out at the county fair when we met up with a girlfriend of Anita's named Roseanne. After a few hours of drinking beer and Jell-O shots, we decided to go to Anita's house and carry on the party.

Anita was wearing a tight-fitting miniskirt and a silk blouse that showed off her perky little braless t.i.ts. Roseanne had on tight blue jeans and a white T-shirt you could almost see through. Both of them were about the same height, around five feet four, pet.i.te, dark-haired and brown-eyed. Anita was in her thirties and Roseanne about twenty-two.

When we got to Anita's house the girls decided they wanted to change into something more comfortable. I said that they looked perfectly edible just the way they were, so why change? They just giggled and disappeared into the bedroom.

After about five minutes they called to me from the bedroom, asking me to come in and to help them out. When I walked in, Anita had removed her skirt. Her blouse barely covered her crotch and her pretty little a.s.s. Roseanne was in just her T-shirt and panties.

I stopped just inside the door, looking at them and feeling my c.o.c.k getting stiff. Anita came over to me and said she thought I had too much clothing on, and that maybe I should get more comfortable too. As she started undoing my pants Roseanne came over, and I started kissing her and rubbing her firm a.s.s. I slipped my right hand inside the back of her panties and worked my way down to her sweet little p.u.s.s.y. Anita got my pants down and began giving me a b.l.o.w.j.o.b, and my knees felt wobbly. We ended up on the floor, with Anita's beautiful mouth around my c.o.c.k and Roseanne's crotch in my face. Roseanne's p.u.s.s.y was sweet and small and nicely shaved. When she started coming in my mouth, Anita reached up to play with her t.i.ts. This made Roseanne come even harder.

After she regained some of her composure, they both got on their hands and knees, shaking their a.s.ses at me, and told me to take my pick. I chose Anita first, since I had known her longer and had often fantasized about her pretty little body. I crouched behind her and eased my c.o.c.k into her soaking-wet p.u.s.s.y. Oh G.o.d, it felt so good! Roseanne crawled up under us and started licking my b.a.l.l.s while I f.u.c.ked Anita. Then Anita began licking Roseanne's p.u.s.s.y. Thank G.o.d for mirrors, because I got to watch her eating that pretty little p.u.s.s.y while I f.u.c.ked her.

After a while we changed positions, and Anita got to have a good tongue lashing while I got my c.o.c.k into Roseanne's tight little p.u.s.s.y. When I said I was going to come they both moved around and started licking and sucking on my c.o.c.k. Anita didn't like to swallow, but Roseanne did, and she deep-throated my c.o.c.k while I came.

We all fell asleep on Anita's bed, with me in the middle. The next morning I woke up with my c.o.c.k in Roseanne's mouth, and we started all over again.-L.K., Tuscon, Arizona HER LOVER'S FRIEND IS A Ma.s.sEUR, BUT SHE GETS RUBBED BY BOTH OF THEM It was the first day of June, but it certainly was not going to be a typical day. Jason, my lover, had persuaded me to take part in a conditional threesome with his friend Stan, the ma.s.seur. The condition was that Stan's partic.i.p.ation would be limited to giving me a full-body ma.s.sage, and complementing Jason's efforts to bring me pleasure. Jason told me that Stan would not actually have s.e.x with me, or even remove his clothes. I didn't quite understand why Stan would agree to this, but Jason a.s.sured me that he was perfectly happy with the arrangement.

Jason and I began to undress in my bedroom as Stan set up his ma.s.sage table in another part of the house. As we did so we kissed pa.s.sionately, confirming our love for one another. Then we walked slowly down the hallway and into the room where Stan was waiting.

I was still wearing my panties. Stan never took his eyes off of me as I slowly slipped them down and off. There I stood, totally nude in front of two men for the first time in my life. I was almost as nervous as I was aroused. My emotions were mixed as Stan asked me to mount the table and lie down on my stomach.

Jason stood at a distance of about five feet while Stan's hands roamed gently over my body. I began to feel uncomfortable, until Stan invited Jason to join us. Jason walked over to the side of the table and gently touched me. I raised my head immediately and looked into his eyes, recognizing the message of a.s.surance he was sending.

So there I lay on the table, naked in the presence of two men, one fully clothed and one beautifully nude. Two sets of eyes were wandering over my body, and two sets of hands caressed me. Jason leaned over and gave me a kiss, which relaxed me, and I surrendered fully to the exploring hands. Stan placed his hands side by side on my body, palms down, then moved them smoothly upward. His fingers fanned out, molding to the contours of my body. Expertly he caressed my flesh, leaving a trail of heat wherever he went.

Jason was also generating heat, and his very touch was making me wet. As he trailed his fingertips down over my sensitive skin, I reached out for his throbbing erection. I held it tenderly, then stroked it lovingly. I love to give this man head. I am totally mesmerized by his engorged c.o.c.k. I started feeding it into my mouth, wrapping my lips around the shaft, swirling my tongue against the underside. The taste of him made my body tingle. I felt him grow even harder as I took him deep, and then deeper, in my mouth. I grabbed his b.a.l.l.s with one hand and began to squeeze them gently. His c.o.c.k-head felt enormous in my throat as I hungrily engulfed it. In a matter of seconds my lips were rising and falling on his ruddy shaft. Shortly thereafter I came. I came just from the excitement of what I was doing to his beautiful c.o.c.k, doing it under the eyes of another man who was playing with my body. I was satisfying one man and entertaining another. How absolutely exciting!

Stan's hands were on my legs now. After I came he ran his hands slowly up my thighs to my a.s.s cheeks and began to knead them as if he were kneading dough. He placed the heel of his hand between my b.u.t.tocks and pushed, first in one direction, then the other. I purred noisily beneath his touch. I felt the excitement gathering between my legs again. The more Stan ma.s.saged my a.s.s cheeks, the wider I spread my legs. As Jason watched, his hand slid seductively over my body in a warm caress. Jason felt between my legs and fondled my wet p.u.s.s.y, igniting my pa.s.sion further, while Stan watched in turn.

Stan now asked me to turn onto my back. As I did I made eye contact with him, and a jolting surge of l.u.s.t almost made me reach out and touch him. My t.i.ts were now on display to the worshiping eyes of two men. Jason began to caress my right t.i.t as Stan started on the left. For a minute they continued, each of them ma.s.saging a breast and a swollen nipple. Then Jason took charge, caressing both of them reverently, then sucking each of them into his mouth. He then proceeded to take first one nipple, then the other between his lips, sucking gently. Instantly I came, kissing him wildly.

I lay there panting hard, sprawled on the table, seeing their eyes traveling down my tanned body. Stan put his hand on my leg and confidently moved it upward. He rubbed my inner thigh while Jason put his hand on my crotch. My c.l.i.t was hard and throbbing like a second heartbeat. Jason parted my l.a.b.i.a with his fingers and barely touched my trigger, and off I went into another moaning o.r.g.a.s.m. Once I recovered, I spread my legs wider so he could take my p.u.s.s.y lips between his fingers, pulling them apart to expose my wet interior. As he fingered me I started shaking uncontrollably, feeling another climax inexorably approaching. I could see that Stan was startled by the intensity of my reaction. Each time Jason touched my hard c.l.i.t, my hips would buck. Each time he played with my p.u.s.s.y, I would go crazy.

Stan was staring into the open folds of my p.u.s.s.y. As Jason paused and withdrew his hand, Stan's fingers brushed against my soft inner thighs. I spread my legs wider, inviting him to explore further. His hand slid nearer to my crotch and touched my swollen c.u.n.t lips, but then moved away. Stan was an effective tease. He would periodically apply pressure to my p.u.s.s.y, then move elsewhere. This tantalizing form of ma.s.sage left me aroused and eager for more.

Stan continued to slide his hands over my body. I spread my legs even wider, and my knee encountered the hardness in Stan's trousers as he stood at the side of the table. I looked up into his face and saw his eyes devouring my body like a piece of chocolate cake. I was very turned on by his obvious arousal. He slid his hand up my thigh again, just brushing my m.u.f.f and caressing my c.u.n.t lips. My legs were as far apart as they could get, but I tried to spread them still further as I felt his fingers stroking and probing through my trimmed red bush. I held my lips apart with my fingertips, showing him the slippery pinkness inside. Now Stan didn't move away; he cupped my breast with his other hand as he slid two fingers directly into my juicy channel. After a minute he retracted them and ran them up and down my slit, looking me square in the eye. I began to moan as he tweaked the wet folds of my v.a.g.i.n.al lips, and when he rubbed my c.l.i.t I felt the tingle of approaching climax. I gasped as his fingers entered my p.u.s.s.y again, and my hips started to gyrate as I f.u.c.ked his hand. Soon I was jamming my p.u.s.s.y down on his hot hand with spastic thrusts. I was completely out of my senses. Animal noises escaped my lips. My legs flew straight up and I started jerking and thrashing through another screaming o.r.g.a.s.m. That one was for Stan.

Jason had watched with pleasure, but it was he who was my lover, and now he meant to show it. I reached to embrace him as he climbed onto the table. He slid his knees between my thighs and placed his shaft at my open p.u.s.s.y. My c.u.n.t lips puckered up and kissed the head of his d.i.c.k. Moving forward, he eased the gentle giant of his masculinity into my hungry furnace. As he did so, Stan slipped his hand between our bodies, his fingers strongly ma.s.saging my p.u.s.s.y. The feeling of l.u.s.t that rippled through me as he rubbed my hot wet c.u.n.t, while Jason's long c.o.c.k worked in and out of my soupy s.n.a.t.c.h, was beyond words. Jason rose and fell on me with long powerful strokes, hard enough to rock my entire body. Chills ran through me as he filled my p.u.s.s.y with his wonderful c.o.c.k. I thought of how excited it must make Stan to think of my wet p.u.s.s.y, wrapped around Jason's c.o.c.k, and that thought excited me even more.

Suddenly Jason slowed his powerful movements, and I moaned with disappointment as he withdrew from me. My lover really knows how to drive me over the edge. After a moment he reentered me, slowly this time, but I wouldn't have any part of that. I wanted every inch of his glorious c.o.c.k buried in my hungry c.u.n.t. I locked my ankles around his muscular back and pulled him to me hard, until that big monster was once again buried inside me.