In doing squats the spotter stands behind the lifter and helps him or her come up if necessary. George pressed his crotch into my wife's a.s.s and helped her with each up and down motion. This definitely wasn't accidental contact; I could see him pressing his pelvis into the cheeks of her a.s.s. Rebecca seemed to enjoy it as much as he did, if not more. She did fifteen reps instead of the usual ten. All the time George kept his arms around my wife's waist to keep her from stumbling forward as he helped her.

When he stepped away as Rebecca racked the weights, I could see the bulge in his shorts. Instead of being angry, I was actually turned on, and I had to walk away to hide my own bulge. Mine was not as big as George's, however, and I remember thinking that he must be much longer and thicker in the c.o.c.k than I was. As for Rebecca, her breathing was heavier than usual, her chest was heaving and her tights were wet-especially between her legs.

That night I suggested to Rebecca that maybe we should take a break for a while. It had been a turn-on for me to watch my wife get excited, but I knew they were getting close to the point of no return, and I didn't want to lose both a wife and a friend. Rebecca admitted that George had been getting bolder, and to her surprise she was enjoying it. She said he had really gotten to her that day. She even said that the feeling of his firm masculinity pressing against her a.s.s made her so wet and h.o.r.n.y that she hadn't wanted to stop.

Finally my wife confessed that she had thought about s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g George, wondering what it would be like. As she talked about it she got so excited that when I knelt between her legs and tongued her dripping c.u.n.t, she came almost immediately.

On New Year's day the gym was closed, but none of us felt like foregoing our workout, and since George had a key we agreed to meet there in the afternoon. I had to go to the office that day to complete a little paperwork, so I told Rebecca to go ahead and I would meet them there when I got finished.

Upon leaving the office I headed straight for the gym. It was locked, but I had a key which George had given me some time earlier-a fact which both he and my wife had evidently forgotten. As I came through the side door, which was partially hidden by some bleachers, I saw Rebecca warming up. She was wearing silk running shorts and a tight tank top. I had never seen her in such a getup, and she looked extremely seductive. George was at the other end of the gym, also loosening up. I was about to announce myself when I heard Rebecca call to George. When he went over to her, she told him that her knee had been bothering her. She said she wanted to do some knee bends, and wanted him to spot her in case the knee went out. I hadn't been aware of any knee problem, but George quickly got into position to spot her. I stepped back behind the bleachers and peeked through them to see what would happen.

I couldn't believe what I heard Rebecca say next. She told George to stand really close to her, as he had the other day, because her legs were wobbly. Obligingly, George stood so close behind her that his c.o.c.k once again pressed against her b.u.t.tocks. The only thing separating them was the cloth of their shorts. He wrapped his arms around her waist and the two of them did a few reps. I could tell by the way her b.r.e.a.s.t.s moved that Rebecca wasn't wearing a bra, and I had a strong suspicion that she had no panties on either.

After a few knee bends, Rebecca took George's arms from around her waist and slowly put one of his hands on her breast and the other over her crotch. I couldn't believe it! My traditional straight-laced wife was turning into a vamp right before my eyes.

George slipped the straps of her tank top off her shoulders with one hand, while the other slid up under the leg of her shorts. As he pushed the shorts up, I could definitely see that I had been right about the panties.

As they stood there with George firmly pressed against my wife's back, he slowly but methodically worked his finger in and out of her moist slit. My homemaker wife laid her head back against him and began to moan, doing a different kind of knee bend now as she rode up and down on his probing finger. Both of them were getting hot and sweaty. Every now and then George would remove his finger from her soaking-wet p.u.s.s.y, lick it, run it across her lips and reinsert it. As he finger-f.u.c.ked her he kissed and licked her neck and ears, which she loves. In a short while Rebecca exploded into o.r.g.a.s.m, panting and hollering in a way I hadn't heard before. Her legs got weak and she almost collapsed to the floor, but George caught her.

My d.i.c.k was throbbing, and I had to struggle to control my breathing as I shot a load of j.i.s.m into my shorts.

But Rebecca wasn't through with George yet. As soon as she recovered her breath she reached down and opened his shorts. They fell down, and his swollen d.i.c.k stood almost straight out. It was a good two to three inches longer than mine. Rebecca gasped and smiled when she saw it. Then she kissed him, ramming her tongue down his throat while she embraced his muscular body.

Then, grabbing his erection, she gently led him to the bench, where she lay down as though she were going to do some bench presses, asking George to stand behind her as if to spot her. As he leaned forward slightly, his c.o.c.k pointed at her face. Grinning up at him, Rebecca told him she had thought of this many times. Then she took his huge shaft into her mouth and began to suck on it. She alternated between licking his b.a.l.l.s and sucking his d.i.c.k. When George started to come, she didn't remove his d.i.c.k from her mouth, as she does with me, but swallowed his whole load, then licked the last drops off the tip of his d.i.c.k. She was actually moaning as she did this.

Then she went on licking him and stroking him until his c.o.c.k got hard again. "Oh G.o.d, f.u.c.k me!" my hot wife said.

George moved around the bench, then bent down and pulled off Rebecca's shorts. He parted her thighs and got down on top of her, and then became only the second man ever to enter my wife's p.u.s.s.y. Her body arching off the bench, Rebecca told George breathlessly that he was the only man she'd ever had besides me, and that he was bigger, and she wanted it all. As she grabbed his b.u.t.tocks to pull him deeper, George began ramming vigorously into her. Rebecca was displaying a pa.s.sion such as I had never seen before. It was obvious that she was in pure ecstasy. She kept moaning, "Oh, you feel so good, f.u.c.k me harder." She was bucking and grinding her hips into his. Sweating heavily, both of them exploded together wildly in what looked like an o.r.g.a.s.m to top all o.r.g.a.s.ms.

And still it wasn't over. George picked her up and carried her to the chin-up bar. She held onto it while he draped her legs over his shoulders and began to tongue her wet, squirming p.u.s.s.y. Hanging on to the bar for dear life, my wife writhed and twisted until she had climaxed again.

Now George was rigid again, so they screwed one more time on the gym floor before calling it a day. Afterward my wife told him that it had been the most pleasurable workout she had ever had.

Still trying not to make any noise, I eased out the gym door and returned home. When Rebecca arrived I told her I'd had to work a little later than I'd expected, so I hadn't gone to the gym.

Rebbecca just smiled at me. "Really?" she said. "Did you think I forgot about George giving you that key? I knew you would be there, and when I saw you come in I figured you would enjoy what happened as much as I did. Only I didn't expect to enjoy it quite as much as all that!"

"Neither did I," I said. We grinned at each other. We were both so turned on that we f.u.c.ked right there in the living room, and I came into her freshly screwed p.u.s.s.y after only a few strokes. But that was just the beginning. From there we moved to the bedroom, where we f.u.c.ked and sucked each other all night long.

George has now moved away, and we're looking for a new workout partner. Rebecca is much freer in her att.i.tude now, and she says she wouldn't rule out having s.e.x with him, if he's attractive. I tell her I will make sure that he is.

Also, Rebecca went to the mall the other day and came home with a very s.e.xy dress and some new high heels, saying that she thought we might now act out my fantasy about going out dancing. Kind of anti-climactic now though, don't you think?-K.A., Columbus, Ohio WHEN HIS WIFE FINALLY FULFILLED HIS FANTASY, SHE REALLY WENT ALL THE WAY.

My wife Sylvia and I are professional people in our thirties. Sylvia is five feet two and about a hundred and five pounds, with dark hair, a big beautiful set of b.r.e.a.s.t.s, a small waist and an a.s.s that just begs to be f.u.c.ked. I always took pretty good care of that.

I guess there are a lot of guys who fantasize about watching their wives get a big c.o.c.k stuffed in their tight little p.u.s.s.ies, and I'm no exception. Sylvia works in public relations, and I have a good management job in aeros.p.a.ce, and both careers require that we do a lot of entertaining and some traveling. I'm on trips about ten days a month, Sylvia a little less. At times I have said to her that I knew guys must hit on her sometimes during her trips, and kidded her about trying a little strange c.o.c.k. At first she was kind of p.i.s.sed that I would even kid about it. Then, one night while we were making love, she told me something that had happened on her most recent trip.

It had been one of those times when nothing had gone right, and the customer she'd been dealing with had been a real jerk. One of the customer's a.s.sistants happened to run into her the first evening, when she was nursing her misery over a drink at the bar. His name was Gil, and he was a good-looking guy about her age, with a great body. Sylvia said they hit it off pretty well. He apologized for the hard time his boss had given her, but explained that he treated all females that way at first. If they didn't back down, he generally ended up signing the contract. Gil gave her some suggestions as to how to handle him the next day. They had a couple more drinks together, and he took her to dinner at an upscale restaurant. They had some good wine with the meal, and after dinner he said he knew a nice place that played great music, if she would like to dance a little. He promised he would get her back to her hotel early.

Sylvia was really feeling the booze, and she figured what the h.e.l.l, go for it. Gil seemed like a nice guy, and he was looking better as the night went on. They drove in his car, a little sports model built for two. She had a little trouble getting into the small car, and her dress slid up around her a.s.s, giving Gil a good look at her little white panties before she was able to get herself arranged in the seat. She noticed a large bulge in his pants as he stood looking down at her. When she embarra.s.singly mumbled something about small cars, he just smiled and said they did have some advantages.

All the way to the club Sylvia was thinking about the bulge in his pants, wondering what his c.o.c.k looked like and what kind of lover he would be. Once they got to the place they found a small table and ordered more drinks. She said she knew she was getting a little drunk, but by then she didn't really care.

After a couple of close dances and a couple more drinks, Gil was openly running his hands up and down her back as they danced, moving them lower and lower until he was playing with the cheeks of her a.s.s, and pushing his rock-hard c.o.c.k into her belly as he held her close. Her panties were sopping wet and she was getting h.o.r.n.y as h.e.l.l. Gil suddenly bent down and kissed her, a long wet tongue-sucking kiss that took her by surprise. At the same time he took one of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s in his hand and tweaked the hard nipple between his thumb and fore-finger.

At that point Sylvia reluctantly broke away from him. With an effort, she reminded him that she was a married woman, and did not have s.e.x with other men. She said she was sorry if she had misled him, but she wanted to go back to her hotel.

I guess Gil must have been a real gentleman. He said he was sorry if he had done anything to offend her. He was also married, but had been so attracted to her that he'd gotten carried away.

The next day her meeting was a success, due to the instructions Gil had given her on how to handle his boss. She got the contract and headed home.

After Sylvia told me that story she apologized, saying she was sorry she had let things go as far as she had. I'm sure she expected me to be p.i.s.sed; but instead I found it very exciting. Just thinking about my wife with this strange man gave me a raging hard-on. Unable to hide my arousal, I told her that this was one of my favorite fantasies.

Sylvia looked at me for a long time, and finally said, "You mean you want me to f.u.c.k another man?" She was almost in shock. She said I didn't love her any more, and carried on like that for a few minutes. I told her I loved more than ever, and that all I wanted was for her to get as much pleasure as she could from s.e.x. I told her that thinking about her taking another man's c.o.c.k in her mouth or p.u.s.s.y excited me very much, but that if she decided to do it, she had to promise me that she would tell me all the details, and not keep any secrets.

Sylvia said she didn't want to talk about it any more, and the subject didn't come up again until a few weeks later, when we were invited to a dinner party hosted by a guy named Ray, who worked for another company. Ray and I had run into each other on business trips from time to time, and had become good friends. We would generally get together whenever he was in town. Ray was a h.o.r.n.y b.a.s.t.a.r.d and never missed a chance to get some strange p.u.s.s.y. He had females in d.a.m.n near every town he had ever visited.

On this particular night, Ray and one of his partners had just closed a big sale and were planning to celebrate. Ray called me at my office and invited Sylvia and me to join them.

Ray had never made any bones about how s.e.xy he thought my wife was, and he had told me a number of times, more or less kiddingly, that if he ever got the chance he was going to f.u.c.k her. I generally didn't pay much attention to that, because I knew Sylvia was not very impressed with him; she said he bragged about his conquests too much.

When I called Sylvia to let her know we were invited out, she said she had to come into town for some shopping and would meet me at the restaurant around five. I was just getting ready to leave my office when a problem developed, and by the time I was finally able to leave it was almost six. I hurried to the restaurant. It was "happy hour" and the parking lot was full, so I had to park way out in the back. I knew the layout of the place pretty well, and I decided to go in through the employees' door, which would lead me into the bar area.

I stood at the far end of the bar, my eyes adjusting to the dimness as I looked around for Sylvia and the others. I finally spotted them in a corner booth. My wife was sitting between Ray and another guy, and it looked like they hadn't waited for me before starting the party. Sylvia had worn a dress that I always liked. It was cut low in front and showed a lot of cleavage, and none of that was lost on these guys. I stood and watched for a couple of minutes. Ray had his hand on her shoulder and was leaning close, saying something to her, and at the same time looking down at her b.o.o.bs. She tilted her head back and laughed at whatever he said. I could tell that she was a little high. The guy on her other side leaned over to her also, and his hand disappeared under the table. I was sure that that hand was on her bare leg, probably testing to see how far she would let him go.

Then Ray pulled her to him and planted a big kiss on her mouth. That got her a little off-balance, and her legs parted enough so that the other guy's hand slipped all the way up to her crotch, and I was sure he was getting a good feel of her panty-clad p.u.s.s.y.

My reaction to all this was complicated. First of all, I was really p.i.s.sed at Ray and his buddy for taking advantage of my wife. Second, I was p.i.s.sed at my wife for not objecting to all their groping. And third, I was astounded at myself, because I had the biggest hard-on of my life! I realized that I was turned on by watching my wife get hit on by two guys, especially since she seemed to like it so much.

I figured I'd better make my appearance before they got arrested or asked to leave. I went out the back and walked around to the front door, making a big entrance. I slid in next to my wife, gave her a big sloppy kiss and told her she looked fantastic. I said it was probably a good thing I wasn't much later, or these guys would probably be attacking her. That got a big laugh from all of them.

Ray introduced me to his partner, whose name was Vincent. He had made a reservation for dinner, and now we were informed that our table was ready.

Dinner was great, with good food and good wine, and we were all pretty relaxed. Shortly after we finished, a small combo started playing, and Vincent asked Sylvia to dance. They danced about three dances, and I noticed he was holding her closer with each number, and running his hands up and down her back, finally sliding them onto her a.s.s. They came back to the table with Vincent sporting a large bulge in his pants. Then Ray danced with her, and it was pretty much the same thing. He was openly feeling her up whenever he thought I wasn't looking.

At about ten-thirty Vincent announced he was booked on a midnight flight and had to leave. He gave Sylvia a big kiss and told her he'd really enjoyed the evening, and that she was a beautiful woman, and with that he was gone. Sylvia then asked Ray where he was staying that night. He replied that he had planned to go home on Vincent's flight, but a last-minute meeting had come up, and he had to stay over till the next day. He said he hadn't yet booked a place for the night. Sylvia looked at me and said, "Why doesn't Ray stay at our place? We have plenty of room, and we can all have a nightcap at home."

I had a hunch that something had been discussed between them while they were dancing, but I just played along. When we got to the parking lot I told them to go on home, as my car was almost out of gas. I would try to find a station and fill up, then follow them home. So off they went, Ray following behind my wife.

Actually I had plenty of gas; I just wanted to give them some time alone, to see how far they would go. I knew Sylvia was feeling no pain, and all the groping she'd gotten was bound to have her pretty h.o.r.n.y. I went back to the bar, had another drink, chatted with the bartender for about an hour, then headed for home.

When I got to our street I parked in front of a neighbor's house, then walked around our house and into our back yard. It was pitch black and I had to be careful not to trip, but I arrived at the back of the house, where there was a big picture window that let me see into our family room. I kept back in the darkness so they couldn't see me, and peeked in.

What I saw almost floored me. My wife was wearing the sheerest black negligee I have ever seen. It clung to every curve of her body. Her big firm b.r.e.a.s.t.s with their large nipples were just barely contained by the gown; her neat little triangle of dark pubic hair was faintly visible, as was the entire outline of her s.e.xy body.

They had evidently had at least one drink, and now Sylvia said they needed another. She moved in the direction of the bar, but Ray stepped in front of her, pulling her into his arms and kissing her on the neck and shoulder. Her head fell back and I heard her gasp. Then he drew her face to his and kissed her, his tongue playing tonsil tennis in her mouth. In another moment she was responding, putting her arms around his neck and returning the open-mouthed kiss. In no time they were moaning and groaning and exploring each other's bodies.

My c.o.c.k was throbbing like a drum as I watched Ray strip off the black negligee, and then tear out of his own clothes. Sylvia took one look at his c.o.c.k, pointing straight at her, and immediately went down on her knees. With complete abandon she began licking and kissing his p.r.i.c.k. She sucked both his b.a.l.l.s into her mouth and slowly started jacking him off. After alternating between his c.o.c.k and his b.a.l.l.s, she surprised me by suddenly taking his stiff pole all the way down her throat. She pushed him onto his back and got on top of him in a 69 position. I stood there looking at my wife's up-thrust a.s.s while she blew my old friend, who at the same time was munching on her hot p.u.s.s.y. I knew if I stayed there I was going to come in my pants. Instead, I decided to join the fun.

I didn't know how they would react when I walked into the family room, but I should have realized that they knew I would be coming home at any time. Sylvia had decided to act on my fantasy, and Ray had been only too happy to go along. They barely paused in what they were doing as I came in. That was fine with me. I tore off my clothes and applied myself to my wife's beautiful squirming a.s.s, first loosening it up with my finger and then sliding my eager c.o.c.k slowly but surely into her tight narrow tunnel. She pushed back against me and moaned a little, still sucking on Ray's shaft. I knew I couldn't last long, so I concentrated on watching her and Ray go at each other. They were both obviously close to coming, so I started pumping my wife's a.s.s faster and faster. Finally we all exploded at about the same time, in a mind-blowing three-way climax that left all of us limp, exhausted and happy.

We rested for a few minutes, then had another drink and talked about what had just happened. The talk just made us h.o.r.n.y again, and soon Ray and I were both hard and ready for more action. My lovely wife was treated to the best f.u.c.king of her life that night, and when Ray left the next morning, we both agreed that it had been a great experience, and that it made our love for each other all the stronger.

We are looking forward to Ray's next visit. He says he has a friend he wants us to meet-a black man. Sylvia is as eager as I am to give it a try, and I'll let you know how it turns out in my next letter.-S.C., Charleston, South Carolina A HAWAIIAN VACATION GOT HIS WIFE PERMANENTLY HOOKED ON WELL-HUNG YOUNG STUDS.

For the last year, my wife Irma has been having a series of affairs with men in their late teens and early twenties. She is forty-two, but still has a terrific figure. At five feet four, with her long auburn hair, green eyes, wide mouth and slightly upturned nose, she is a real sight for hungry young eyes; and since she dresses to emphasize her s.e.xuality, she comes across as inviting and accessible in every way.

Previously, during the course of our twenty-year marriage, Irma had had a few discreet affairs. She was always quite flirtatious, mainly because it turned her on s.e.xually, but also because she knew it excited me. I always liked the fact that other men would swarm about her, and always totally supported her in her exhibitionism. Though she liked to turn on men by exposing herself, there were only a few occasions when she let someone else get truly intimate with her. But all that changed last summer.

We had decided to take our vacation in Hawaii. I asked Irma to bring along her most revealing and s.e.xy clothing, and she was more than happy to comply. She took several skimpy sun dresses, some short skirts, very short shorts, a few halter tops, a see-through blouse, thong bikinis, skimpy underwear and high-heeled sandals. She also painted her fingernails and toenails bright red for the trip, and at night she made up her face to accent her lips and eyes. Needless to say, everywhere she went she drew long stares. It was hard for me to walk along with her, since just looking at her would get me s.e.xually aroused.

One afternoon I came back early from a golf game. I knew Irma had gone to sunbathe on the beach, and given the skimpiness of her bathing suit, I thought she was unlikely to be alone for long. But I didn't expect what happened.

When I got to the door of our room, I heard a commotion inside. There seemed to a couple of male voices, and above them I could hear. Irma shouting, "f.u.c.k me deeper! Harder!"

I didn't know what to do. Rather than go inside, I just listened at the door for what seemed like an hour or so. The men kept saying things like "Unbelievable!" and, "This is what dreams are made of!" and, "No one will ever believe this!"

Irma, for her part, kept shouting in ecstasy, saying things like, "Let me suck you deeper!" and, "Do it to me again!" and, "Your staying power is fantastic!"

Finally the door opened and two guys came out of the room. They looked about eighteen or nineteen. I watched them leave, and then I went in. Irma was still on the bed, totally naked and spread-eagled. There was come all over the sheets and her body. All she said when she saw me was, "Nirvana!"

She then told me to take off my clothes and f.u.c.k her. I had an incredible erection. She took it in her mouth and sucked it for a minute before I flung myself on her open body. Although her c.u.n.t was stretched and slushy, I had a quick, intense o.r.g.a.s.m.

Irma then told me that she thought she would never be the same. She said those young boys had been fantastic. They would come and still say hard. She said that in about two hours with them she must have had more than a dozen o.r.g.a.s.ms. The pure s.e.xual ecstasy of what she had just gone through was unbelievable, and it was something she thought she would want again and again. Dressing like a s.l.u.t was no longer enough for her, she told me. She wanted to be and feel like a s.l.u.t, to express her s.e.xuality no matter what, and to be available for young studs whenever she could.

All I could do was nod and say, "I love you, and I want you to do anything at all that makes you happy."

We had another week in Hawaii, and Irma arranged to get together with her young hunks every day. On the next to last day, she had them bring two other friends to our room, where she proceeded to service all of them fully. This time she let me watch, and I can't tell you what a thrill it was to see my gorgeous wife tossing about on the bed with four guys, moaning and gasping with ecstatic pleasure as they used every part of her body. She let them f.u.c.k her two and three at a time, and she came and came, until she wore them all out. I could barely keep myself from jerking off as I watched, and when they left I again jumped on her and f.u.c.ked her wet c.u.n.t for about ten seconds before I shot off.

While Irma is more discreet at home, she still regularly picks up young guys. Rather than risk what the neighbors will say, she usually gets them to go with her to some cheap motel. She tells me everything, and we always have great s.e.x when she does. She now wants me to film her f.u.c.king a bunch of young, well-hung guys, so she can have something to look at in the future. Oddly, the more wanton she becomes the more I hunger for her, and I just know that we will be together always.-M.D., Tucson, Arizona HIS WIFE IS HOOKED ON c.o.c.k, AND HE'S HOOKED ON HER CREAM-FILLED TWINKIE I'm married to a beautiful woman named Daisy who could easily pa.s.s for a high-fashion model. Her long, sleek legs, beautiful a.s.s and perfect C-cup t.i.ts always draw stares from the men she pa.s.ses, and her lush lips and deep blue eyes are made for stirring up s.e.xual thoughts. But what I love most is her silky-haired, always-wet p.u.s.s.y, which is the sweetest I've ever tasted. I can't keep my tongue out of it. Recently, I found out why her p.u.s.s.y is always so wet. It caught me by surprise to learn that my wife is hooked on hard c.o.c.k, and not just mine!

One night I b.u.mped into Liz, an old friend of Daisy's from years back, at a bar after work. We started talking about old times, and the more we talked the more I found out about my wife. I could never get. Daisy to talk about what kind of s.e.x life she had before we got married, but the fact that she was great in bed led me to believe she was quite experienced. Liz said that Daisy was always getting hit on and had lots of men at her beck-and-call. It seemed that all the guys she dated got into her pants, and she thought nothing of f.u.c.king three or four guys a week. Liz even thought that Daisy was a nympho because of all the f.u.c.king she did. Liz was surprised when we got married, and thought I must be pretty d.a.m.n good in the sack to keep Daisy faithful. Still, I had a raging hard-on thinking about Daisy f.u.c.king all those guys.

I work nights, and sometimes when I'd get home and climb in bed with Daisy, I'd slide my hand to her p.u.s.s.y and find it hot and creamy. I always thought she'd been masturbating because she's constantly h.o.r.n.y, but after talking to Liz I began to wonder. When I saw two used rubbers in the trash, I knew she was f.u.c.king other men.

Surprisingly, the thought of my woman being hooked on c.o.c.k didn't upset me. I know she could have had any man she wanted, but she married me, so I was confident that she loved me. We have a great relationship and I didn't want to do anything to spoil it, so I just kept quiet. Then I started fantasizing about seeing her getting f.u.c.ked.

I started looking forward to the nights I came home and found her p.u.s.s.y filled with come. I got hooked on the smell and taste of her freshly f.u.c.ked t.w.a.t. At first she tried to keep me from going down on her. She'd stiffen up as I removed her wet panties and spread her legs, obviously worried that I would notice the come matting her pubic hair. I made it a point of telling her how sweet she tasted and how much I loved her creamy p.u.s.s.y. Then one night as I was going down on her, Daisy grabbed my head, pulled me hard against her c.u.n.t and had three o.r.g.a.s.ms in a row, her body shaking as she begged me to keep sucking her.

Eventually she got more and more turned on by the fact that I was licking her come-filled p.u.s.s.y and not suspecting a thing-or so she thought. Some nights she'd take my hand as soon as I was in bed and put it between her legs so I could feel how wet she was, knowing I would go down on her. I was getting sloppy seconds four or five nights a week, and I was loving it. Our s.e.x life was never better!

But what I really wanted was to watch her with one of her lovers. I started leaving work early, and soon enough I got lucky. I saw a strange car in the driveway, so I parked down the road and sneaked into our backyard. It was just after dusk, and with the lights on in the house I could see through the living room window perfectly.

There was a man sitting on our sofa, but all I could see was the back of his head. There was no sign of my wife. Then the guy let out a groan and his head fell back. Daisy stood up with a sly smile and licked her lips. She was wearing a black silk robe, but it was hanging open and she was totally naked underneath it. When she slipped the robe off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor, the man stood and grabbed her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, tweaking her nipples. My stomach churned and my d.i.c.k throbbed as the pair began to kiss.

When she led him down the hall to our bedroom, I noticed that the only thing he had on was his shirt. When I saw the bedside lamp come on, I moved over to the bedroom window. The curtains had a two-inch gap, and the window was cracked open just the way I'd left it that morning.

I recognized the guy. His name was Chuck, and he was one of the trainers at Daisy's health club. I'd met him before and found him as friendly as he was handsome and muscular. "What's the matter, baby?" I heard him ask. "Isn't your husband taking care of you?"

"He tries, G.o.d bless him," Daisy told him, "but you know I need more than he's able to give me." Her hand was stroking his p.r.i.c.k as they stood next to the bed, groping each other. His manhood hardened in her grasp.

Daisy turned around and lay back on the bed. "f.u.c.k me now!" she pleaded. Chuck wasted no time mounting her, and she was moaning as soon as he filled her p.u.s.s.y. He kept asking her questions while he f.u.c.ked her, and her replies seemed to turn both of them on even more.

"Does your husband f.u.c.k you this good?" he demanded.

"No," she panted in reply.

"Is my c.o.c.k bigger than his?"

"Oh, yes!"

"Whose c.o.c.k do you like more?"

"Yours!"

"Will you think about me the next time he f.u.c.ks you?"

"Yes!"

"What do you want?"

"Oh, please don't stop! f.u.c.k me!"

"Where should I come?"

"Oh, G.o.d, come in my c.u.n.t, please!"

Then she came, her arms and legs wrapped around him, twisting underneath him as a monstrous o.r.g.a.s.m consumed her. All throughout her climax, my wife's lover didn't let up his a.s.sault. He buried his c.o.c.k inside her, his a.s.s flexing and his b.a.l.l.s contracting as he emptied his load in her t.w.a.t. I came all over my hand as I watched this erotic scene play itself out.

Chuck got dressed and left shortly afterward. Daisy pulled on a pair of panties and crawled into bed, looking completely spent.

I went back to my car and waited for half an hour, then pulled into the driveway at my usual time. Daisy pretended to be sleeping as I slid into bed. The smell of s.e.x was still strong as I cuddled against her. She grabbed my hand and guided it to her panties, making sure I felt how wet they were. I put my hand inside to feel her box, and she lifted her hips and shed her underwear so I would have an open invitation to give her head. I sucked her nipples until they were hard, then kissed my way down her sweaty belly to her c.u.n.t. After my tongue finally penetrated her p.u.s.s.y, she grabbed me by the head and moaned, "Oh, yes, lick it good, honey! Lick it good!"

It wasn't long before I was positive that my wife got off on the idea of me sucking another man's come from her p.u.s.s.y. She came three times in ten minutes as I ate her out. Then I slid my c.o.c.k into the hottest c.u.n.t I'd ever felt and started f.u.c.king her pa.s.sionately, wondering if she was thinking about her lover's big c.o.c.k while mine was inside her. We came together in a great climax, and she told me she loved me before we fell asleep.

Things have only gotten better since then. Over the last month or so I've watched my wife f.u.c.k four different guys, three of them more than once. I'm planning a romantic vacation for us soon, and I hope to get her seduced and f.u.c.ked by more than one guy at our resort. I'm one husband who just loves sharing his wife's p.u.s.s.y!-A.R., Mason City, Iowa A NIGHT OF CELEBRATION AND A WILD WAGER MAKE WINNERS OF THEM ALL.

About a year ago, my wife Meryl and I had a small party to celebrate a promotion I'd gotten. As the night wore on and the drinks took effect, everyone began feeling pretty good. Meryl was dancing with most of the guys there and put on quite a show, because she becomes kind of an exhibitionist when she's had too much to drink. She was wearing a black mini-dress and black stockings. The guys really liked it and more than a few times I saw the guys rubbing and squeezing my wife's a.s.s as she did a b.u.mp-and-grind with them.

The party started thinning out around midnight and soon the only people left were my wife, myself and two of my friends. One of my friends suggested we play darts. We began making some friendly bets until my wife suggested that we up the ante. She suggested that my friend Bud bet five hundred dollars on the next game if I bet her. I thought she was kidding, but she got a big grin on her face and said she wouldn't have suggested it if she didn't hope I'd lose!

I figured that my wife must have gotten really turned on by all her flirting! Bud must have, too, because he took me up on it even though I'd won the first three games. Meryl smiled again and went back to cleaning the night's mess. As she cleaned everyone was getting distracted by the sight of her stocking tops and the brief glimpses of her little a.s.s we got when she leaned over.

As fate would have it, I actually lost that game. My wife laughed when she heard Bud's cheer. Even I was secretly thrilled about paying up when Bud said he wanted to collect. My wife got very excited as Bud walked over to her and put his arm around her waist and led her to the recliner. Meryl looked over at me. I couldn't move.

Bud stood in front of the chair and spun Meryl around to face me. By the faraway look in her eyes, it became obvious that she suddenly realized how much she was going to enjoy herself. Bud ran his hands down from her shoulders over her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and down her stomach all the way to mid-thigh. Meryl shivered as he tickled her flesh with his nails. Then he caressed her body back upwards. His hands brought the hem of her skirt with them and soon he began rubbing my wife's panty-covered p.u.s.s.y. Meryl began to moan and sway as Bud kissed her neck and ground his crotch against her a.s.s. My other friend Dave came over to watch the events unfold, obviously hoping he would be getting some of the action. Soon Bud's fingers were inside my wife's panties, sliding in and out of her p.u.s.s.y.

As Bud began to frig my wife faster, she leaned her head back and urged him on, grabbing his hand and holding on fast. Meryl guided Bud's fingers along the outside of her c.u.n.t lips when she needed time to breathe and made sure that he worked his way back to her c.l.i.t as she got closer to coming. The faster he fingered her the more out of control she went, until it was clear she would soon come.