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# Posted: 23 Jun 2008 17:01:20
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Chapter 1
Hope, my wife, joins me a few times a year when I travel on business. I
think she's beautiful, as one would expect from an aristocratic Savannah
family. We are still in love, but at the time of this story, we were getting a
little bit bored with each other in bed. It happens, even in the best of families.
I'd finished a seminar in New Orleans, and my next appointment was
scheduled in Austin in 4 days. Hope came along for the ride. We'd decided a
nice slow roadtrip along the Gulf Coast would be a good way to unwind and
just maybe give a little recharge to our sex life: a good start!
The next night found us near Baton Rouge, at a Quality Suites Hotel, just
off I-10.
The door to our suite opened to a living room, then to the bedroom - king
size, non-smoking - and then, still ahead, was the bathroom door. A large
mirror was above a sink and counter in the bedroom, ideal for Hope and her
makeup. (The chem lab, I called it.) Not exactly the Royal Orleans, but not
too bad, we thought.
I laid down on the bed, and saw that the mirror was a little too high to
provide views of people laying on the bed, from the bed. Too bad. There
are times when I get too obsessed with sex, and watching ourselves in the
mirror might make the sex a little less boring. Oh, well.
Beside the bed was a drapery, which hid a 4 foot deep by 8 foot wide
balcony, sort of recessed into the building. One wall was formed by the
bathroom of our suite, and the other, probably, the bathroom of the
neighboring room. It overlooked a parking lot, and then a woodlands.
Hope joined me on the balcony. With only one small bulb, it was dimly lit,
and quiet.
"Get the light, honey."
I reached into the light fixture, and loosened the bulb, so whatever
little light there had been was gone. Now we had complete darkness and
privacy. I took Hope into my arms, knowing in a little while we'd go to bed and
unwind with a little lovemaking. Too bad that damn mirror was too high.
Hope pushed me away. "Hey! Look at that." She was looking at a 6 inch gap
between the drape and the wall. It exposed the mirror, and a reflection
of the bed. "Whoa, what a place for a voyeur, huh!"
"Yeah, but, who would even want to watch us fucking, except maybe me?"
Hope said "Not us. Me. When I joked about seducing someone last night
while we were in bed, you told me to do it but only if you could watch. You got
pretty horny then, as I remember. Well, this could be the place!"
"That was only playing, and you got excited, too, I recall."
"Well, maybe this would be a good place to play for real."
Now, I get pretty stupid when I'm horny. Blood rushes from my brain to my
cock I guess. I said "First of all, I don't think you've got the nerve, but you're
right: the idea of watching you seduce someone would definitely make me lose
whatever sense I have. That would be really hot, but there's no way."
"Just keep that in mind", she said. We went into the room, stripped, and began
making love. Then, the lovemaking turned to lust, to sheer sensuality. At
one point I was lying on my back, and Hope squatted over my cock, and
slowly lowered herself onto it. She saw me turn my head, and look into
the mirror, and at the reflection of the dark gap between the drape and
the wall. "I know what you're thinking," she said in a teasing voice, as she
rode my cock. "Wouldn't you just love to see me doing this to some guy while you were
out there, watching? Look at my headlights" - her name for her erect nipples -
"They're on high beam tonight!" My mouth started to say "No" but by then my cock
was telling her the truth as I started to come in her. At the same time she
shut her eyes, and the "MMM, mmmmmm" noise she makes with an orgasm
started.
"Honey," she gasped out afterwards, "that was the best sex we've had in months.
If just talking about me playing around with another guy makes us come like that,
just think what will happen if I really do it!"
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# Posted: 23 Jun 2008 18:09:57
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Ch 2
"What the hell's gotten into you, Hope? You're not seriously considering . . . .!"
"Honey, our sex hasn't been real good, lately. You know that. I see you looking
at attractive women all the time, and I think I know what you're thinking. I've
even looked at some hunky men, and day dreamed a little. It's human. But I don't
want to screw up our marriage - I just want it to be exciting, again, for both of us.
You did say we should try for excitement last night, and we should be uninhibited on
this trip. So, I'm trying to be uninhibited - is that alright?"
There I was, dick waving in the wind, strung up by my own ideas. Like I said, I get a
little stupid when I'm horny. More proof of that coming right up.
As we lay beside each other, we talked some more. "Just what would you
do?" I asked, stroking myself. "Well, if I *really* did do something, I guess I'd
try to find someone nice and sexy, either act single or maybe tell him my husband
isn't going to be back for a few hours, and let him pick me up and bring me back here.
A place like this would be great, with that balcony for you to watch from, and we'll
never be back here again. Admit it. It turns you on."
Okay, it did. And I did.
"Go out there, and look in."
I went out, wearing only a robe. Glad it was warm down there.
"I can't see you at all" Hope said. Can you see me?"
"I can see almost all of the bed!. Let me move closer. . ." now my face
was almost at the gap ". . .can you see me now?"
"Just barely. . ."
She pulled the sheet from her body, rolled onto her back, her feet toward
the mirror, stretched - what a sexy sight - lifted one leg up, giving me
a wonderful view of her pubic hair. Her hand went to her face, two
fingers in her mouth. . . head bobbing. Yep, I was hooked!
"How does that look to you?"
But I was already in the room, already erect, and in a moment, in her!!!
It was over too soon. Premature ejaculation, and we had just had sex
a few minutes earlier!
A bit later, the talking began again.
"You know, it was fun to tease you when you were on the balcony. Do you like the
idea of me acting so uninhibited here?"
"You bet!"
"Seriously now, do you think you'd like me to put on a sex show for you, with
someone else? I mean, I know it's fun to talk about and all, but do you really
think we'd be OK if we really did it? Do you still want me to, now that you're
not so horny you can't think straight?"
You know that little voice that warns you when you're about to do something stupid?
Well I wasn't hearing anything but my cock talking right then.
Unfortunately, that's not where the brain is. Wrong head.
"God, it really would give us something to remember, wouldn't it?" I said.
"After all, it's not like we'd really be cheating on each other, is it?"
Hope looked at me in the dark room. "No. It wouldn't be cheating. If it
actually happened. It might be a lot of other stuff, though - twisted, warped,
and perverted, maybe, but not cheating. Question is, can you handle all
that other stuff?"
Good question there. Well, I - thought - I knew the answer.
Later, she asked "Exactly what would you want me to do. . . if I really did
it with another man?"
My cock, as usual, was in the driver's seat. "I guess maybe I'd like
you to play the wife on the prowl, so that way whoever you're talking
with knows this isn't a fall-in-love kind of deal, I couldn't handle that.
You tease him awhile. Take your time, you know, really make it last.
Maybe strip for him. And touching. Lots of touching. Or, maybe like
back when we were first dating, you could just
masturbate each other. You wouldn't even have to get undressed.
What about you? What would you like. . . if you really did it?"
"Well, I kinda like the idea of playing around and knowing you were watching.
It really gets me hot. Now, I've been true to you ever since I've known you, but
I have to admit sometimes I do like to pretend you're someone else. So, if it
was OK with you, I'd like to have a guy kiss me like I was a real woman,
instead of his sister, and, maybe, I'd let him touch my breasts or something.
And, if it was OK with you, maybe I'd get a chance to do a little touching, too.
But if I really did something like that, though, would you get mad at me?"
I looked at her, nude, next to me, and thought about another man seeing her like
she was right now, and touching her, and her touching him.. I answered by rolling
back on her, erect and back in the saddle again. Yippe-ki-yay!
We slept, and, no surprise, decided to stay an extra day. Saying that there
was some sexual tension is an understatement. We made love, had breakfast,
had sex, went to a movie, had sex, did some shopping, and came back for more sex.
Early that evening we went to dinner at a Cajun restaurant down the road.
The spicy food did nothing to satisfy our horny feelings. I don't think a bucket
of ice water would have honestly helped much. We behaved like
newlyweds all day, maybe hoping to take the edge off our idea for that
night. It didn't work, though. The sensuality, the excitement, and the risks were
almost overpowering, intoxicating and compelling.
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# Posted: 23 Jun 2008 19:52:10
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Ch 3
We returned to find the lounge at the hotel pretty active, even though it
was only 7:30. The hotel serves complimentary cocktails, and the guests
seemed to be taking great advantage of them. We went up to the room.
"Well, it's time to decide for real. Do I go downstairs, or should we go
back to bed and pretend?"she asked.
"Well, I'm a little scared" I said. "But God, I am so turned on it hurts. So I'm saying -
do it. I promise, no crap from me, ever, no matter what happens."
Still using the little head instead of the big one.
Testosterone poisoning, pure and simple.
"OK then, no more fooling around", she said. "My courage is up, I think I'm
game for this. Help me straighten out the bed, it looks like there was a
war in it. Now I'm going try to bring somebody back here and maybe put on a
sexy show for you. Like, kissing and hugging and touching and stuff.
We'll see who cries 'uncle' first. Take the cell phone, so I can call
you, or if you see something happening that you don't like, you just call the
room and say you'll be right up."
"You've really been thinking this out, haven't you?"
"Oh yeah. All day. Let's get your stuff picked up. I'm going from a respectable
married woman to maybe a tramp, in just one night. And *you* get to watch!
How 'bout that?"
She changed into a pretty printed full cotton skirt, a loose blouse, a
flimsy strapless bra, some high cut lace panties and no stockings. She looked
HOT, and the "headlights" were on high beam, showing through the material of the
bra, and poking at her blouse. "I feel so sexy and horny, I don't know
if I should stay here right now with you, or really go down to the lounge," she said.
"Go down to the lounge", I replied, but there was a quiver in my voice.
In spite of all the stories I'd read about things like this, this was scary stuff
. . . for both of us. All three of us, if you include my cock. After all, he was running
things now. On second thought, he wasn't scared. He's never scared.
Just stupid.
"Go on out on the balcony and get ready, or better yet, come on down in a little
while and watch me", she said, "but leave me alone. You get to watch, but only watch.
And from a distance." She put a green scarf around her neck. "If I find someone
I want to seduce, I'll take this scarf off. Then, you had better either come and rescue
me, or get your ass back up to the balcony - Mr. Voyeur".
She stroked my cock - I was painfully erect by now- and said "Well, I guess this means
you kind of like that last idea better. No rescue tonight?"
I had to masturbate to try to control my excitement, then went down 15 minutes
later. Hope was at the bar, talking with a well dressed, dark haired, dark
skinned man. He might have been 35, he was well built, and, damn it, handsome.
Hope's maybe 5-9, this guy was about two or three inches taller than she was. I went to the
bar next to him, showed the barman my room key card, and got a drink, and
eavesdropped a bit. "Well, Tom", I heard my wife say, "I'm sure he won't be back
for a few hours, and he told me to 'enjoy myself' until then." I know she
was talking a little louder than she had to, just so I could hear. I could
also see she was aroused - at least her nipples were sure making their
presence known.
He took her over to a sofa in the lounge. It was dimly lit, but not so dark
that I couldn't see. Then, I saw her neck extend, as she reached toward
him. He turned, and leaned over to kiss her. My cock began throbbing as I
saw their lips meet. I saw her pale hand high on his thigh as they kissed. This
looked promising! Damn, I needed to jack off, again!
They went on for a few minutes. Hope peeked at me over Tom's shoulder, winked at
me, then blew in his ear, following with her tongue. I was seriously horny - again - still.
Whatever. All I knew was, my cock was now officially harder than a nine-pound
hammer and it was all from watching my wife with this stranger!
Testosterone poisoning. Had to be.
A very big black man, sitting a few seats away moved next to me when he saw
me watching all the action in the bar mirror. He said "That guy's my law
partner and buddy, and that woman with him is certainly not his wife. He's been
divorced for a year, and really doesn't trust women, but she's sure been rubbing all
over him. That woman's looking for some action, and looks like my buddy's gonna
be the lucky guy."
"Maybe," I said. "She does look good, doesn't she?"
"Very fuckable" was the reply. That comment made me excited and angry at the
same time. Nevertheless, I said "Let's drink to his good luck, and 'hope' for some of our own",
and signaled the barman for another round.
Tom came back to the bar to pick up a couple of drinks - I knew Hope gets
very passionate with only two cocktails - and I heard him tell his
partner that he'd meet him in their room later - he hoped a lot later.
Tom went back to Hope, gave her the drink, offered a toast, and kissed her
again. I saw Hope, as their lips met, open her mouth to meet his. After a
few more minutes, I couldn't stand it anymore. It seems I wasn't ready to watch her enjoying
his company quite so much right in front of me, and besides, I figured I'd had enough sexual
release already.
I got up from the bar, and began walking towards her, intending to take
her up to the room. She saw me coming, and when I was about 3 paces away
reached up, and deliberately took off her scarf. I stopped dead, feeling as
though the wind was knocked out of me. She just smiled at me and kissed him
again. She told me, later, that the expression on my face made me look like someone
just kicked me in the crotch. Good call.
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# Posted: 23 Jun 2008 21:08:27
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Ch 4
She smiled at me over his shoulder, kissed him again, and handed him the
scarf. My cock won out over my good sense (again), and I left the lounge, went to the
room. I programmed the cellular phone so I could direct dial ("If you
know the guest's room number, press 7, then the room number", the damned
computer said) by pressing redial. I thought about taking the cam-corder
I use to record lectures with me, but decided that wouldn't be fair. I went out onto
the balcony, full of lust, guilt, excitement, fear. Nearly sick to my stomach.
And with an erection that could have driven nails.
Great big nails.
30 minutes went by. I was angry - did she go to *his* room? Then, the
lights came on in the suite. Hope came into the bedroom, looked around,
went to the drapes, looked at me and grinned. She opened the balcony
door a little, then held it in that position with the rod in the door
track that the hotel provided. She whispered "I want you to hear and see
everything. I love you, and now I'm going to show you how much." She
called out "I'll let you in, Tom. He's not here."
I'd never seen her look so excited.
I heard the door open, then close. Tom came in, carrying two more
cocktails. That would be overkill! Hope took one, drank most of it,
and said "Hmm. Liquid courage. Have some, Tom. I like this. It's a lot
more private than downstairs. Now I can really kiss you properly. Come here!"
She put the glass down, stood next to him, raised her lips, and kissed
him - mouth open, while her hand glided over the erection pushing against
his pants. His dark hands were all over her back, rubbing every inch of her
from neck to ass.
She began moving her pelvis against him. Hugging, kissing, touching - it
was exciting all three of us. All four. She was being as uninhibited as she
promised. "Mmmmmm, that's nice."
Then, Tom stopped. "Are you serious about what your husband said? What if
he walks in?"
"No one can walk in, silly, I set the deadbolt. When he left, I teased him, and
told him that maybe I'd 'fool around' a little bit tonight and have a good dirty
story to tell him when he gets back. He really got turned on. The pervert." Hope
stopped the talking by kissing Tom's neck, and sliding her hands under his
coat.
"Wanna help me make up a good story for him?" she muttered as I saw her tongue
reach his ear as her arms went around his body.
"You mean he *wants* you to get it on with someone?"
"Yeah. At least a little." By now he had his hands on her buttocks, and held
her against him as he kissed her. Oh, yeah, I loved it. Then he picked her up, and
carried her to the bed, put her down, and kissed her again. I saw him kiss her lips,
then her neck, then move down over her blouse to her breasts.
After a few minutes of that, Hope pushed him away. "I'd better call my husband to
make sure of his schedule. You can get a LITTLE more comfortable. Not too much,
yet. We've got plenty of time."
She went into the living room. I watched Tom take off his jacket, shoes,
tie, and lay back on the bed, looking around the room, and stroking his hard
cock through his pants. At the same time, the cellular phone in my pocket
vibrated. I took it out, pressed "send", and whispered "Hello". The voice
in my ear said "Well, honey, are you going to rescue me now, or do you want to see
the next act?" I whispered "Tom's on the bed, playing with himself. I'm
out on the balcony, playing with myself. We both really need some relief. Do it.
It's okay."
"Good," she said, "I didn't want to stop just now. Kissing a strange man with
you watching is such a turn on. Just call me when you think you've seen enough."
"Go enjoy yourself, but no matter what, you're getting fucked hard by your
husband tonight."
"I should hope so. Enjoy the show," came back.
She came out of the living room. "I got him on the car phone. He'll be
here in an hour and a half, at 10PM. I told him I was working on a good
story for later, and he told me I should have a 'reasonably' good time. Are you
going to be 'reasonably' good, Tom?"
"Let's see how reasonable," he said. Let me make a call.
He reached for the phone. Called his own room. "I'll be there at 10," he
said. "Yes, I think I got lucky."
I saw him call again. "Will you make a wakeup call to this room at 9:30
tonight?"
"Wow, you sure cover all the bases, don't you?" Hope asked.
"Yep. We have only a little time, so let's make the most of it", he said,
reaching for her. Hope moved next to him on the bed. He sat at its foot,
and she kicked off her heels, and sat beside him. She had thought through
how to best expose what was going on. I watched their reflections as they
kissed. He tried to force her back, but she wasn't ready for that. Hope's
hand went to his leg, then moved up, until she was stroking his cock
through his slacks, almost as if she was taking its measure. He kissed
her throat, and she extended her neck, making it easier for him. His hand
went to the buttons on her blouse. Tom said something I couldn't hear.
Hope laughed, said "OK," and stood beside the bed, in front of him. That
gave me a side view of both of them. She turned, letting her skirt swing,
flashing bare legs. She put her hands to her neck, and while he watched,
slowly unbuttoned her blouse most of the way down. Since it was still tucked
into her skirt, only cleavage and part of her bra was visible. The bra
fastened in front. I saw her hands go to the clasp, and release it. I
loved it! Her hands crossed in front of her, under her blouse, to her
breasts. She slid the bra up and off them, and then pulled it from under
her blouse. Now the sides of her breasts were visible, and when she
turned, they were pretty exposed, and moved freely under the loose,
opened blouse. I knew Hope was very uncomfortable when men looked at her
body, and I could see that her face now was totally flushed with either
excitement, embarrassment, or lust. Maybe all three. But, her "headlights"
were very visibly poking through the blouse. She started back on the bed, but
Tom said "Oh, don't stop now." "Yeah," I thought, "take more off!"
"Well, maybe a little more," she said.
She bent over, and ran her hands down her skirt along her hips, then
thighs, until they were touching her legs a few inches below her knees.
She stood up straight, running her hands up along her legs, to her hips,
exposing a lot of leg, even though her hands were concealed by her skirt.
I knew what was happening, she'd done the same thing for me years ago!
There was some motion, then her hands began sliding down again, still
concealed. When they emerged, her black lace panties came with them.
She stepped out of them.
"I hope you like to be teased," she said, as she sat on the bed, and
handed them to him.
He brought them to his nose, said "They smell good. I'll bet you do, too.
And, Hope, they're a little wet. I'll keep them," as they went into his
pants pocket. This time when he kissed her, she let herself be forced
back, onto her back. She took his hand and guided it under her blouse, to
her breast. After some of that, his head moved down, between her breasts.
His head turned a little, brushing her blouse away with his mouth, until
it found one of her nipples.
"Ooooooooooo, I like that", she said. I liked watching it, too.
He played with her nipple for a few minutes, until she pushed him
backward on the bed, pulled the blouse back over her breast, and lay side
by side with him with her back towards me. More hugging kissing, and
stroking! "Mmmmmmm, this is very nice," I heard her say, as her leg,
still covered by the skirt, reached over his.
His hand, on the middle of her back, crept downwards towards her ass.
"Stop, Tom", I heard, as she repositioned his hand higher. Good! I wanted
this to stop! I think. His hand crept down again, she reached back, and
moved it up again. I was getting upset: he was pressing her, and she wanted him
to stop. He had already sucked on her - on my wife's - breast, damn it.
Then, she said "Don't be grabby, here, let me help you".
??????????!
Her hand went to her own thigh, and I saw her pulling at the skirt hem.
Finally, the lower portion came free, and she folded it back over her
hip, while still kissing him, so that her leg, and ass, were uncovered. I
could see ass and I could see cunt. And I could also see she wasn't about to
make him stop! But by now my own cock was throbbing again, too, so
maybe it was alright. A little while longer, I guess, then she'll stop this.
A moment later, she took his hand that had been on her back, and moved it
so it was touching her leg beside her knee - his black hand on her skin! Aww shit!
"You're just full of surprises," he said as he stroked her leg, while she
still held his wrist. I saw my wife start to thrust her hips almost automatically,
she was so aroused. That makes four of us. Gotta include my cock. He started
this.
She took his hand and led it up along her outer thigh, up to about her naked
hip.
She stopped kissing him, pulled her head away from his, and I could see
her watching him, as she -she, mind you, my wife, - knowing I'm watching this-
guided his hand down over her hip, over her ass, toward her pussy. As his
fingers got closer, she moved her top leg even more over him, effectively
spreading her legs for him, and making access for his hand, and my view, all the better.
Damn, it's getting hot out here.
She was beginning to pant a little, now. But then, so was I.
Then, his fingers found her cunt!
"OH!"
"OOOH!"
"Oh! Oh, that's nice, T...Tom!"
"Hope, you are soaking wet! I'll bet you come easily." I saw something then
most men never do - their wife with another man's fingers in her cunt.
He was stroking her! She was loving it! Her hips were humping at him, his fingers
were deep, moving from front to back. I saw her hand come back, and cover his,
pushing in even deeper!
She was gripping his wrist, guiding his hand to maximize her pleasure. "Yeah, just like
that, Tom, please, oh yes, yes, now faster! RIGHT THERE! More! YESSSS! HardeR - Rrr,
FASTer, HARDER! YEAH! OH! OH! OH SHIT YEAH!" she said, as he stroked her, and kissed at her ear.
That went on for what seemed like an hour, but it couldn't have been more
than a few minutes. I heard her moan "MMMM mmmm" and saw her body jerking
as she came.
more soon - comments appreciated
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# Posted: 24 Jun 2008 00:36:50
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Thanks for the heads up Fred. Yet another cracker from your archives. I like your style with them, a bit like Goodhusband, you put the devil into the details. It adds such an authentic touch. A great post.
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# Posted: 24 Jun 2008 00:57:35
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Great story please continue
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# Posted: 24 Jun 2008 05:56:01
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Ch 5
To tell you the truth, right then I didn't know whether to shit or go blind. This stranger
had just finger-fucked my own darling wife to a cosmic orgasm right in front of me, now
she's in there acting like the Queen of Sluts and I'm out here packing enough wood to build an Ark!
I have *never* been this horny, excited, and nauseous at the same time. I must be going
nuts! But there is no doubt, friends, that that was the sexiest I've ever seen my wife acting
since I first met her.
Her body relaxed. In a moment, so did his, as he rolled onto his back. I
sat back on one of the chairs on the balcony, realizing that I had just come
too, just from watching them. I felt like I needed a smoke.
I wanted him to leave, now, so I could go inside and enjoy my wife, and
her body. But I also wanted him to stay and go a little farther with this.
And so did she.
I sat still and waited, finally I saw Hope move a bit.
"Tom, that was wonderful, fantastic! Now let me do you."
Her hands went to his slacks, loosened his belt, then slid into his pants, as she kissed him.
OK, I was willing to wait a little bit longer, I liked this part.
"Does that feel good?" she asked, after a minute.
He took her arm, and pulled her hand out. "Not like that," he said.
I wondered what was the matter with that man.
He got up from the bed, and pulled her up, too, He reached for the clasp
on her skirt, but she took that hand, and stopped it. I knew he wanted
her nude and spread out on the bed, but that just wasn't going to happen. Hope
began unbuttoning his shirt. Soon, she peeled it off. I saw he had a
horseshoe shaped scar on his chest, then recognized it as the Greek
letter omega. I've a black buddy whose fraternity branded its pledges
that way.
She kissed the scar while sliding her hand into the waistband of his
pants, towards his cock. Then she licked and sucked his nipples.
He stopped her again, saying "Wait".
Wait? For what? C'mon man, let her get you off and get you gone
so I can get in there!
He finished opening his slacks, and slid them and his shorts downwards.
Tom's hard erect cock came free. It bounced a little. He bent down, pulling
his slacks and socks off, then stood naked in front of my wife.
Hope stepped away, and looked at what even I would call a nice body,
smooth, slender hips, strong looking legs, and a very respectably
erect cock bobbing at Hope. "I haven't looked at a man in that state,
except my husband, for a lot of years, Tom," came from Hopeas she
unconciously (I hope) licked her lips. He seemed to
enjoy being looked at. Then, he pulled my wife nearer, took her left
hand, and guided it to his cock. He looked at her hand, saying "now". I
could see her wedding ring on her finger, and her white hand gripping his black
cock, stroking it, forcing his foreskin over its head, then back again. Seeing
her ring on that finger, on that hand, stroking that erection, excited me
even more - she was right, this isn't exactly cheating, but it sure as hell is some
kind of perversion. But I didn't care! His naked body was now hard against her, his
cock, with her hand guiding it, was pressing into her skirt and between her thighs.
It was too one-sided, though. Tom pushed her away. What IS this guy's problem?
"What's wrong, don't you like it?"
He said "Not like that. You can do better. Stay there," and sat down, legs spread.
"You like what you see?" I don't think she could help it, her eyes dropped to
his cock. (So did mine, for that matter.) Not huge but plenty big.
"Yes, Tom."
He said "Well I want to see some, too."
Hope later said she was in conflict. She wanted to just masturbate him,
but that body and that big cock was looking awful inviting. Hope's face was flushed,
she was breathing hard and her "headlights" were on high beam, pushing at her blouse.
"Turn around. Do it now, Hope".
She did, slowly.
"Now show me your body."
Her face was bright red, now. She looked at Tom, sitting there, stroking
himself, and her head moved side to side.
"I can't do that, Tom."
"So you're just a tease?"
"No."
I heard him say "Then I want to see every bit of you. Now".
Hope replied "I really don't think I can do that."
"Way to go, Hope", I thought, "too bad, buddy. You lose".
He responded, with some anger, " You . .Bitch! I'd better
leave now before I do something REALLY stupid."
I heard my wife say "Wait. Please don't go." She sounded like a begging child.
"Hope, I am not just going to sit here with my cock in my hand. We used to
call women like you white cunt cock-teasers. I guess you've got the story
you wanted to tell your husband. I'm going."
She said " No! Wait! I want you to . . . to help me. I'll be good. I promise."
He stood, cock at attention, and stepped over to her. "I don't want you to be
'good'," he responded: " 'Good' wouldn't be here with a naked black man".
Shy smile. "OK. I'll be a little more bad, then".
He put his hands on her shoulders, and turned her, somewhat roughly, so
that she faced him squarely. She stepped closer and stood on her toes to
kiss him, her open mouth meeting his, both her hands reaching for his cock.
"That's better." As their mouths met, he began lifting the back of her
skirt. I saw her hands reach to his, and stop them.
"Hope!"
"OK. OK, this is still just ...new to me, you know. Here, let me help".
Her own hands found the back of her skirt, lifted it, until it was up above
her ass. His hands, dark against her pale skin, found her buttocks, grabbed
them, pulled her hard toward him. Her hands went back to his cock, and his
hands pulled at her ass, spreading her cheeks. Feeling, caressing, kneading them
like bread dough. That was my wife he was manhandling in there and I didn't
know whether to scream, laugh or applaud. You may remember, I asked for this.
No, I nearly fucking pleaded for it. The reality was a hundred times worse than the fantasy,
though.
And ten thousand times hotter than my most fevered dreams.
I was terribly confused. . . so I played with myself some more. Seemed like a
good idea at the time.
I saw Hope bend her lower body away from him a little, I thought to make
it easier for him to grab at her ass. Wrong! One hand held his cock, and
the other began pulling up the front of her skirt so his cock could
finally touch her body, and not through her clothing. Then, she moved closer
again, and both of her hands went to his neck. She was facing away from me,
I could see her legs, slightly parted, and his cock in between them!!!
She stood there with his hands on her ass under her skirt, the skirt was
ass high in back, draped down over her hips, then bunched up again above
his cock. His hands cupped her ass and he pulled her closer, and up
higher.
"That's better," he said. Hope later told me his cock, between her legs,
was rubbing across her cunt's lips, getting wet. She said she could feel its
heat, and how wet she was. At that moment her inhibitions completely lost
out to her lust.
After the kiss - it was long one - she said "I'll do whatever you want, and . . .
show you," as she backed away.
"Nope, not good enough. You have to do what you want. You have to 'want'
to show me your body."
Hope told me she never felt as though she had to confront just what she
was doing as vividly as she did at that very moment.
"OK. I want to show you."
He sat on the bed, cock in his hand. She stood facing him, so I saw mostly
her back. Her hands went to the clasp of her skirt, and released it. She
let it fall, over her hips, and along her long legs, to the floor. Her
blouse, with the lower buttons still fastened, covered most of her ass
and crotch. It hung from her shoulders, barely covering her breasts, to
just below her cunt.
"That's a good start, Hope. Now show me why I should stay."
"Tom, I've never felt like a cheap hooker before," she said, but lifted her
arms, which lifted the blouse, turned around, and I saw the blouse flair
a little, and show pubic hair, lots of hip, some ass, breast. "But right now
I'm really liking the feeling."
I had often wondered what it would be like to have a women I hardly knew
strip in front of me, knowing it would end in sex. Now I was watching it
happen to another man, but with MY wife. My emotions were all over the place,
I knew I could stop this with just a simple phone call. My finger went to
"redial", but then I put the phone down. This was way too hard to let go on
and way too erotic to stop. Still thinking with the small head.
Her face was red, and her breathing was fast. She looked like she wanted to
be provocative for this stranger, while her husband watched. She turned
her back to him, facing the mirror. She looked in the mirror, at herself,
at him, and then, at the gap between the drape and the wall. I moved a
little so I could see only her - then he couldn't see me, and closer, so
my face was partly lit from the lights inside. Her eyes met mine. I
nodded. I saw her reach up, take the blouse's collars, and spread them,
exposing her breasts to me. The blouse still had a bottom button or two
fastened. God she looked sexy! Just imagine this picture: her standing
there, slightly spread, bare feet about shoulder width apart, then the firm, bare
legs meeting at that ass just peeking out from the bottom of her blouse.
If the light was just right you might make out cunt hair or even cunt lips,
then up the torso, now revealed in the mirror, past her melon-sized tits
with their pencil-eraser nipples and her flushed face and neck and curly
blond hair piled on top and a look of pure wanton lust on her face.
Right out of a Homer Vargas pin-up.
If that doesn't get you hard, you don't need Viagra.
You need therapy.
Still with her back to him, so that she was facing me in the mirror, she
smiled, crossed her arms and moved the blouse to her shoulders. A shrug,
and it fell down her arms. She held it there with her arms still crossed.
It fell midway down her back, and looped around to about her knees, for a
moment. Tom could only see her back and legs, but I saw flushed face, breasts
and cunt. They looked wonderful. She told me she thought that maybe she
should stop right there; that she kind of hoped I'd call and rescue her; and
that she also didn't want to be rescued just yet; that she wanted to show off in front
of this man while I watched, and make both of us come. She knew that if
she straightened her arms and let the blouse fall off she'd be totally
exposed to a stranger who wanted sex, that she'd probably at least
technically commit adultery, while her poor husband watched. She knew she'd
violate her Proper Southern image of herself with this black man.
And that black cock. She looked again at him in
the mirror. Looked again to the side, saw my face. Saw me nod, again.
Seeing that, and hoping/knowing that I wanted her to continue - she was
right about that of course- she dropped her arms to her sides, and the blouse
floated down her arms and onto the floor. She told me later that she knew
at that moment she wanted to be completely wanton. She felt very, very sexy,
and with me nearby, safe, too.
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Ch 6
Now she moved her arms behind her back, making her breasts jut forward, pubic hair
and cunt clearly on display (for this black stranger or for me?), nipples standing out like tiny
rubber bayonets. "Is this what you want? Me, naked, here in front of you?" she
asked, looking first at me, my reflection, (asking me, too?) then
turning, stepping over the blouse, and standing with feet a little apart,
pelvis tilted up, hands fondling her tits. My lovely wife was standing naked, showing another man
her body - posing proudly - and very obviously available. She was as excited
as I'd ever seen her. Almost as much as I was watching her.
"Do you like it? Is there maybe something here you might want to stay for?
Maybe you'd like a closer look?" She walked, no, flowed over to the bed and struck another
pose for him then, looking straight at me, said "I hope you really like what you're seeing".
Tom looked at her breasts, her pubic mound, as he stroked his cock. Hope blushed even more
then reached down and replaced his hand with her own.
"So you're done being coy now?"
"Yes."
"No more cock-teasing?"
"No more teasing."
"Do you want to fuck me?"
. . Pause.
. . . . . . Small voice.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . "yes".
"I'm a lawyer, Hope. I need to hear you say the words."
"Yes, I want to fuck you, Tom."
"Good. Come here".
She moved between his legs. Now I saw mostly her back while she stood
between his legs. Tom had the best view now. It looked like she was standing
there with her pelvis tilted up to him, totally open to whatever he
wanted. He grabbed her ass with both hands - he seemed to really like grabbing
my wife's ass - and I heard her "OOh" as he sucked a nipple into his
mouth, "Mmmmm, that's so nice, Tom. Suck on 'em!"
The hands on her ass dropped a little to her upper legs, and I guess he
pulled at them, because her knees parted a little more. His right hand reached
between her legs, and I watched it as he extended two fingers, and pushed
them into her. She moaned a little and her hips started moving against his hand,
humping herself against his fingers and the moans got a little louder and the
hips began moving a little farther and then a little faster. So was my fist.
My proper wife was acting just like a cheap whore, and I - loved - it.
She spread her legs a little more so he could get his fingers, already wet to the wrist,
in even deeper. She held his head to her breast and leaned away from him,
pelvis tilted forward, offering a completely available pussy, hot, wet, open
and willing. Willing, hell, that cunt was EAGER!
He brought his other hand around, and I saw his four fingers trace over
her hip, down her back, then move lower, until they were in the crack
between her ass cheeks. Her pelvic motion, which up to now had been
forward, stopped, and now she was tilting her ass up and back, to receive his
fingers there. I heard a sharp breath as the fingers passed over her anus. "Oh,
you liked that, did you?" he said. "Yeah," came out of her mouth, but she
was breathing fast, in time with the fingers pushing into her vagina. The
middle finger of the hand that stroked her ass was stroking her cunt,
until it was wet. It moved back to her anus. There was another sigh from
Hope. She moved as though she were going to sit on a high stool, with her
ass tilted up a little.
He turned her a little sideways. His finger pushed at her anus. "Is this
what you want?"
"Yes, dammit! Put it in. Push it in! Aah! Aaaaah! Oh mmmph!"
He pushed hard, and I saw it penetrate her ass. I thought she'd scream.
She was being expertly sexually man-handled, and enjoying every minute of
it. He was being rough with her: each time he drove his fingers up into her cunt
and ass I saw his biceps flex - he was lifting her up onto her toes with
each push. I began to get worried. I didn't what her hurt, but then I heard her
say
"That....(gasp)....feels...(gasp)...so....(gasp)............... gooood"
in time with each push.
I stopped worrying. Hope her asshole holds out, though.
He wasn't being gentle as he bit at her nipple, either. The bruises I saw later
proved that. But she was still moaning, her hips were still driving at him, and she
started her "MMMM mmm noises again. Then finally, she sagged against him,
quivering, jerking, exhausted, and spent.
"That. Was. Wonderful.", she said, with her head against his shoulders. "You made me
feel so wonderfully sexy. I want to make you feel good, too."
"OK".
His hands went to her shoulders, and he pressed her downwards, to her
knees. He leaned back on the bed, supported by his elbows.
"Help me make up a good story for my friends, Hope." She looked up at his face,
and down at his cock.
"I want to tell them about a going to a white woman's room while her
husband was away."
"Yes, you did that."
"And how she stripped for me."
"I certainly did do that."
"And how I finger fucked her cunt and her ass, and how much she liked it,
and how she came while I did it."
"You surely did do that, and I surely did like it, and I SURELY did come."
"And how she went down on me until I came!"
"Oh.......Well, then..."
I saw her kneel upright, bend at the waist, wrap her arms around his
legs, which were still little over the edge of the bed.
"Will you tell them how I did this?"
Her head bend over, hair falling forward, and she went down, slowly. I
had no doubt about what was happening, and my erection began growing,
again.
"Hope", I heard. "Mmmm" was the reply. "I want to watch you suck me."
"Oh. OK."
She knelt upright again, put a hand on each of his knees, and moved his
legs apart. I saw her sort of walk ahead on her knees, then settle back,
so her ass was on her heels. Her head was much lower, now.
He sat up, while she turned her head, her mouth on his inner thigh, moved
her hair over her shoulder so he could see her face, and, tongue lapping,
moved forward. I watched as she lifted his balls, moved her mouth
behind/under them, then took him in her mouth. Now her head was moving in
and out, instead of up and down, and I could see my wife looking up at
him while he watched his cock slide in, then out. She told me later she
took as much of him into her mouth as she could. She licked his shaft,
his balls, everything, it was slutty, it was whorish and it had her almost having
an orgasm again.
I didn't see it, but Hope later told me he reached down and began masturbating
herself while he was in her mouth.
She said, "Wait, Tom. Don't come that way."
She stood, naked, not nude, in front of him. Her cheeks were wet with
saliva, and so was his cock.
She took his hand, and moved him on the bed so he was on his back, head
toward the mirror. She got over him, straddling him, facing him, and the
mirror. She bent over and kissed him, then sat back in a squat, and
positioned herself over his erection. She looked into the mirror, saw me
- I had moved closer, knowing she could see me... and she smiled.
I saw MY wife take HIS cock in her hand, guide it to HER cunt, then
slowly lower herself onto it. He put his hands behind his head, she was
doing all the work. I think I was beyond being shocked anymore.
My own erection was throbbing as I saw his cock, at least as long as
mine, push at her, bending a little, then her lips parted, the head
disappeared, entered her. "That's it," she said. She leaned way back so
her cunt, with his cock in it, was easy for me to see. "Now watch me!", she
said, pretty loudly, to both of us. She was wanton, totally on display, and so
different from the woman I knew before. His hands went to her breasts, pinching
at her nipples, and moving up and down as she rode him. I moved even
closer to the gap in the drapes so she could see me watching. She looked
at me in the mirror, as I saw his thick, black cock glistening with her juices, being
forced to bend a little because of the way she was leaning back. She put
one of his hands to her mouth, and was sucking at his fingers. She
watched me looking at her and at his cock in her as she rode him and she
came again! So did I. Tom didn't, not yet.
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# Posted: 24 Jun 2008 17:02:49
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hot!!! continue please! any pics u like to share!!!
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# Posted: 24 Jun 2008 17:19:24
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Okay, I'll give it a try. The story is fictional but this is close to what I imagine Hope to look like. Sort of Meg Ryan with better tits.
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# Posted: 24 Jun 2008 17:30:12
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And this should do nicely for Tom, although I thought of him as a little older.
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# Posted: 24 Jun 2008 20:43:35
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This isn't exactly the vargas girl I was thinking of (Alberto Vargas, by the way) but it's pretty good.
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# Posted: 24 Jun 2008 20:47:13
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Ch 7
She sagged down on him, kissing his chest. "I want more of you," he said, and
took her waist with both hands and just lifted her off him. He turned her over
on her back, so that her head was toward the mirror. I could see along
her body. Tom sat up, He rolled onto her, and one at a time, took her
arms and moved them above her head. Holding her by the wrists, he
suspended himself in a classic pushup position over her. I could see his
penis, stiff, and pointing, pointing straight at her steaming pussy.
She looked down along his body, his legs outside of hers. I saw her left
leg move, nudging him. He rolled to the side, a little, and she was able
to move her leg from between his, to the outside of his.
She moved her other leg, he rolled to the other side, and suddenly she
was spread out, wrists pinned to the bed, him between her legs, his cock,
already wet, pointing at her cunt, wanting to go in there, again.
Hope moved her knees apart and up, spreading her legs, and giving her hips
some mobility. She looked at his cock, tilted her pelvis, and lifted
her hips, moving, I was sure, to help his cock - this black stranger's cock
- find its way back into her - my wife's - cunt.
I was shocked at how much I wanted to see this continue. Hell, had I been in
the room, I probably would have guided it into her myself! Now there's an idea.
He let his weight down on her. I had a wonderful view down between their
bodies, saw his cock brush her pelvis, saw her adjust her position again, saw
it move down some more, and then, the head disappeared into her. I saw her twitch
and heard her, well, grunt as her pussy lips stretched to accept this intruding bulge.
then I watched his balls working their way up till they rested on her bush. I could just
see her blonde hair over his shoulder as she sort of bowed up and clutched him tighter
to her. I figured his cock head should be just passing her lungs by the way she was
acting and how she sounded.
His hips began flexing, driving into her. Hope looked up at him, watching him,
and matching him, thrust for thrust, hump for hump, urging him on and begging for more.
I watched him pounded into her, legs flexing, with his hips and pelvis
slapping into her like percussion. Now they were both grunting in time with each stroke.
She was every bit acting like an expensive hooker who loved her work, and
who knew her job, now, was out to satisfy him. She pulled her hands loose,
and grabbed his ass. I saw her helping him drive into her.
"I want you to tell me when you start to come" she hissed, between his
thrusts.
In a moment he said "Now!!!"
Her hips raised to meet his thrust - then she pulled away, her hands on
his hips holding him in position, his cock exposed and wet and bobbing,
with a first white spurt reaching her pubic hair.
She pulled at his hips, pulling him forward. He moved up on her on his
knees, ejaculating on her belly, a little more on her breast, then on
her cheek, before her mouth got around him. Hope's hands left his hips,
wrapped around, hugging his ass again, as she pulled his pelvis to her face,
his cock into her mouth. Finally, she slid her middle finger right up his butthole!
He came so hard then his dick pulled out of her mouth and I swear he frosted
that pretty face! Damn! He must not have come for a year to have that much
stored up!
I heard her mutter "So is this the story you want to tell your buddies?"
"God", I heard him say, "you are fantastic", as he finally rolled beside
her. But Hope rolled with him, arms still wrapped around his hips, mouth
still sucking and licking at his crotch.
Finally, with him on his back, my lovely wife's head came up out of his lap,
and she moved beside him. I saw him stroking her face, then he realized he
was spreading his own cum on her. When his fingers would move close to
her mouth, she licked them. I was exhausted too, and I was just watching.
Well, and ........you know. Anyway, I was exhausted.
A few minutes later the phone rang.
She said "That's your wake up call. You'd better think about going. I
have a horny husband who will be here soon, and I want to get ready for
that."
"Doesn't he mind you doing this?"
"I don't think so, as long as I tell him all about it. I'll tell him you
were 'pretty good'," she said, then kissed his cock. It began responding
right away. Unbelievable. How does he do that? "Don't let's waste that"
she said. She pulled him near. He went willingly, although he said "I don't
think I have anything left." Me either. My arm's tired, my dick's sore, and my
balls ache. I hope he hurries up 'cause I'm a wreck.
Hope knew better. She lay beside him, and began gently stroking his cock while
kissing him. I saw him get harder, then his cock began pulsing, and he
was treated to one final small orgasm. Later, I reminded Hope that's all we
used to do when we were first dating, except she'd be mostly dressed!
I sagged into a chair on the balcony, totally spent. In a couple of
minutes I heard Hope talking. "Well, you came. Now you gotta go, Tom. I
got a good story to tell, and so did you. My husband will enjoy every
word." Hope pulled on a robe. "Can we meet again tomorrow? Can I have your
phone number?" he asked. "Sorry, Tom, no phone numbers. This was supposed
to be a one time deal - but it was a real good time for me."
"You really gonna tell your husband about this?" "You have no idea how
much he'll know - every detail", Hope said. "Weird white people" he said, as he kissed
her, his hand groping under her robe a final time. "If you're here tomorrow night, I'll help
you get an even better story."
"What could possibly be better than this?"
"Well, my partner could come, too."
"Uh, look, Tom, you'd better go."
He dressed, then left.
As soon as she locked the door, Hope ran to the balcony door, and rushed
into my arms. "How was it? Was I good? Are you mad at me?"
I said "I must have come 5 times, although at the end I was shooting
blanks. I am not mad, I am incredibly turned on, and you were wonderful."
"So, did you enjoy the show then?"
"Oh yes - let me fuck you and I'll show you how much I enjoyed the show."
"I've never been such a slut. I felt so naked as when I was riding him, knowing you
were watching. I don't want to do that again anytime soon, but what a turn on. I saw you
out there. Pervert!"
"Get in bed, Hope. I want to feel what it's like to fuck you while you
are still full of Tom. God, he sure could keep it up a long time!"
Hope laughed. "No he couldn't. Not really. He had to run to the men's room
when we were in the lounge so he wouldn't stain himself. That's why it took so
long for us to come up. And he came when he was fucking me, didn't you
see that? And a little just before he left. He couldn't 'keep' it up, but he sure 'got'
it up often enough."
We pulled the bed cover off - it was a mess. It was strange, feeling my sore,
well masturbated cock moving in my wife's sore, well fucked cunt. But the
excitement was intense, the sex wonderful. We switched from making love,
to having sex, to loving, and back, again and again that night. Amazing.
Apparently Tom's not the only one to keep getting it up.
Then she asked "Honey, you think we could stay here another night?"
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ch 8
Sorry, readers, we decided not to stay that extra night. We had a good enough story, and
we knew we were pretty lucky -- wife watching doesn't often turn out as perfectly
as this did. Still, I have to admit, I've often fantasized about just what might have
happened if we had stayed . . . . . yeah, you too.
The rest of the trip was both successful professionally, and amazing sexually. Not
a night, not a morning went by without us talking about what happened, then acting out
what happened, and in general behaving like a couple of kids who just discovered
how much fun sex was. She was absolutely insatiable and I was hoping to die from
massive sexual overdose. Just not too soon.
No other hotel offered the same opportunities that Quality Suites did, or at
least we didn't take advantage any such opportunities. We also decided that kind of
fun has to be reserved for special occasions, far from home. "Only on
the other side of the Mississippi River," we agreed was a good limitation.
Some reader is sure to point out that both Baton Rouge and New Orleans are east of
the Mississippi, which only goes to prove that our knowledge of geography ends
somewhere in Alabama
Months went by, then a year, We used the erotic stimulus of 'Baton Rouge' pretty often,
but Hope was getting worried about something.
"Are you sure you're not even a little bit mad at me for 'Baton Rouge'?"
I proved in every way I could that just because I shared her, I didn't feel I had to have sex
with another woman to somehow get even. Wouldn't have been a bad idea, but by now I
was pretty fucked-out. Too much of a very, very good thing. Be careful what you wish for.
Then this happened.
Hope had gone to "Iron City" - around here that means a trip to Birmingham, Al. - to present a
paper at a professional conference. As was her custom, she stayed with her old college room
mate and her husband.
I had a call the evening Hope was due home. "Honey, Jan (the ex roommate) is
having some problems, and asked me to stay an extra night. OK with you?" Well, it
really wasn't, but there wasn't much I could do about it. Interestingly enough, I had
never met Jan, or her husband Rich, even though Hope visited there about once a
year for the 15 or so years we're married. Hope tells me she's pretty, though
Don't get the wrong idea. I trusted my wife then, and still do now.
Hope came home the next day, and as was our custom, we were holding each other
and talking in bed. I asked about Jan's problems.
"Honey, Rich and Jan are bored with each other. She told me their life is just so
damned predictable it's driving both of them crazy. It looks bad for them."
"Too bad. So sad. Let's fuck!"
"I know we agreed to never tell anyone about what we did in Baton Rouge. Can I
tell Jan? Maybe something like that would liven up their sex lives like it did ours."
"I've never even met them in 15 years, and probably won't ever meet them, so go ahead if you
like. You'll have to face their knowing you \- or I guess we - had a one night fling, not me."
"Thanks, honey. I think just knowing there's things they can do to make things more
exciting will help them. Now, speaking of which,do you remember how it looked when I
took my blouse off in front of Tom, while you watched from the balcony . . .".
A couple of nights later, again in bed, Hope wanted to talk. "I talked with Jan about
what we did," she said, "and it turns out they talked about doing something like
that, too. Rich told her she could do anything she wanted, so long as she took
plenty of pictures. But he doesn't want to be anywhere around if it happens."
"No problem," I said. "Take a cam corder or something, and a tripod, find an
interesting guy, and everyone wins. So what's the problem?"
Hope cuddled closer.
"Honey, you see, Jan just won't go out and find herself a stud."
"Well, you did. Maybe you can find one for her, or she can make up a story, instead."
"Actually we came up with a different idea. Your birthday is next month, and so is Rich's."
"Sorry. I don't want to have some kind of birthday party with a guy I don't know, with the
idea of somehow saving his marriage! Try Dr. Ruth or something"
"That's not the idea. Jan said she'd like to get Rich some pictures, or maybe a video, and give
them to him for his birthday."
"Now that, sportsfans," I said, "is really guts football. 'Here, honey, here's a birthday present -
it's a video of me humping some stranger. Oh, and many happy returns.' Yeah, right. And besides,
what's that got to do with MY birthday? I don't want a video of her - or you - screwing around, thanks all the
same. Of course if it were you AND her, well. . . . "
She just stared at me like I had three heads.
"God, for a smart guy you're really dumb sometimes. We want your help, genius."
"We???"
"Well, I told her I'd help, and you would, too. To begin with, we have to make sure Rich is
serious about what he says."
"If you'd ease up on what you're grabbing, I could think more clearly. Cuts off the blood to my brain, you know."
I had an idea.
"Hope - I'll draft a disclaimer for him to sign. He'll have to video tape himself reading
and signing it at the start of the actual tape Jan will use. It should drive him crazy,
because he'll know maybe something is going to happen if he signs it, and not
know when. If he doesn't sign, he'll have to just shut up. If he does, it'll be right on the
tape, so he can never say he didn't mean it."
"Great idea. Do it. Now, dirty old man, here's your reward. Do you remember
when I squatted over that guy's erection while you were watching, and did this . . ."
I just love Baton Rouge.
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The next day, I put a draft of an agreement in the bathroom for Hope to read before
bed. It went something like this:
"I, Richard H- have asked my wife to make a pornographic video tape including her,
and not me, on the same tape being used to record me sign this. I promise that
1: My wife will always have custody of the tape
2: Only she and I are allowed to see it, unless she agrees otherwise.
3: I will never discuss this tape, or anything associated with it, with anyone, ever,
without my wife's specific permission.
4: It can't be used for any purpose except to enhance sexual pleasure between the
two of us.
5: The taping, if it's done, must be made within 4 weeks of the date I sign this."
She came into the bedroom with it in hand.
"Do you think he'll sign this?"
"Hope, when he sees that, especially if he signs it, he'll be so horny he won't be able
to see straight."
"Honey, that's wonderful. I'll email it to her tomorrow."
"Now, where's my reward for all that hard work?"
"Well, it can start by you telling me just what you were thinking when I was kneeling in
front of Tom, you know, like this, and moved his knees apart, like this, and then did this. . ."
She began licking my shaft up and down, stopping to tongue the head every few passes. Her hands
were clasped behind her back like she was handcuffed or something. I swear, I don't think my cock
has ever been bigger or harder than right then. After about ten minutes of exquisite torture she finally
put her lips together on the tip of the head and slowly, ever so slowly began sinking her mouth down
it. After an eternal instant (if you know what I mean) those lips began a slow ascent back to the top
only to repeat this cycle again and again with the addition of a wildly gyrating tongue beating against
my cock and wrapping around it like a fiery eel. I know she could feel me approaching my climax
because she pulled me out of her mouth (with a loud pop) and began sucking the sides again.
"Now, (slurp), 'TOM',(slurp, lick,lick,slurp), I want you to grab my (slurrrrp) head with those strong
BLACK hands and fuck my married white mouth the way my husband never could. (Mmmmmm)
come on an skull fuck this white whore like you owned her. Give me that big black dick, right down
my throat."
Well, that just about did it for me. I fucked her face like there was no tomorrow and when I came
I poured enough cum down her throat to impregnate the state of Georgia....and Florida, too.
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Ch 10
A week later, Jan called Hope. Hope told me Jan and Rich were having a much better
time together. Sex hasn't been as good for years. They were experiencing pretty much
what we did when we first talked about our "outside the usual envelope" sex adventure.
Rich, Jan said, has the agreement and a cam corder nearby, and just looking at it
gets him so excited he can't keep his hands off her. " 'course, we both think
he'll never sign it," Hope told me.
"So, just the idea of it is working," I said. "Good, that was easy."
A week later the phone rang. It was Jan, for Hope.
Hope came in after talking with her, face flushed, grinning a little nervously.
"This is a bit scary, Tony. Jan said she asked Rich what he wanted for his birthday, and he
just handed her the signed agreement and tape."
"Wow. Called her bluff, I guess. I don't know, does she have the nerve to actually go out and
do something like that?"
"Honey, if you ever heard us 'talk' about sex when we were room-mates you'd think we were
majoring in orgies. But, in reality, it was mostly just talk, although when we were serious
about someone, well, it wasn't ALL talk."
"Look, I know the difference between sensuality and love. I know you do, too. But does
she? After all, it is hard to seperate a whole set of emotions from the act of fucking."
"Well, I don't know what she's going to do, but she's going to have to do something. He's
called her on it now."
"Well, Shug', maybe you'll just have to coach her in the art of seduction. If you can teach
her to be like you were, she'll blow Rich's socks off. Now that I think of it, she'll probably blow
something else, too. All this talking about sex is making me horny. Let's practice your
seduction on me, now. . . show me that 'shirt-tail' act again."
A couple of days later, Hope made an announcement. Seems Jan was going to be
spending a few days with us soon. "She wanted to be away from Atlanta, to talk this
whole sex gift thing over with me, person to person," Hope said.
"That's just fine. Great. Here I thought I'd never meet them, now you've told them
about what we did in Baton Rouge, and now she's coming here. I can't get involved in
marriage counseling for this woman. And I don't think I like someone else knowing what we
did in Baton Rouge. That was supposed to be just for us."
"Yeah, well it's a little too late to worry about that now," Hope said, stressing the obvious.
Arrival day. Hope met Jan at the airport, and drove her home in time for dinner.
What a surprise! My wife is blond, 5' 10" or so. Jan might just make 5 feet, and
couldn't weigh 90 pounds. She had to be Hope's age (40) but looked 30. Also blond,
long hair, and so cute it hurts. Oh, yeah, did I mention she was stacked? Happy days.
"Well, they did call us the long and short of it in school."
Jan at dinner proved to be a charming, lovely woman - no surprise, and in those
dimensions at least, much like my wife.
"Jan, what Hope and I did worked for us, but I have no idea if it would for anyone else,
so be careful," I told her at one point. "We think we know how to separate in our
minds the sensual sexy stuff from real love-making. In fact, sometimes we'll say `this is
just fucking' if we want only the physical part."
"I think I understand." How could a woman who's thinking about video taping a one
night stand with a stranger blush when I said fuck? It was charming, and demure, and sexy as
hell and my cock began to stir a little in my pants. Down boy. Sit.
Jan showed me their cam corder, and Hope wanted to try it out, too. We played with it
for a while, being silly, and frankly, just getting to know each other. We had nice
wine, a fire going - just a wonderful time. Sit, I said, SIT!
Much later, Jan looked at Hope, and said "He'll do just fine - he's just as nice as you
said."
"I told you so", was Hope's response.
"Huh?" was mine. Not too bright, huh? In my defense let me say the blood was rushing
to my head, and not the one with a brain in it. Also, I was deep into a really(!) good
fantasy right then and wasn't listening closely.
Hope put the camera on its tripod, and told me "It's just girl talk. I'll tell you all about it
later."
Jan, yawning, said "I've had a long day, and I'd like to get ready for bed."
Hope took her to our guest suite (a fancy name for a bedroom with an attached
bath), I went to our room, got on pajamas (we had a guest, if she called I wasn't
going to run around naked, I'd like to, but I wasn't), and I crawled into bed.
A half hour later, Hope came from our bathroom, wearing a robe over what
looked like a nightgown I hadn't seen before. Immediately my cock responded by
getting harder. I actually started fantasizing about HER. She turned on the CD, and
Segovia's romantic Spanish guitar music filled the room.
She sat beside the bed. "So, do you like her?"
"Yeah, she's kinda cute, and she has a personalitya lot like yours. You know, if I didn't love you so
much, and if she wasn't married, well, who knows?"
Hope took a deep breath. "Good. (long pause) I gotta tell you something. Back when we
were room mates, Jan and I often talked about doing something really. . . . erotic, sometime.
We talked about it again last week, and. . . decided this is the something, and the sometime is now."
"Huh?" Damn, I'm brilliant sometimes.
"Tomorrow's your birthday, but you're going to get your gift tonight. And I 'really' think
you're gonna like it."
I heard the bedroom door open, and Jan came in, also wearing a robe, and carrying
the camera.
"Uh oh."
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This is how I imagine Jan.
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Ch 11
Things started out slowly.
Jan set the camera down behind me, facing Hope, and turned it on.
"Well?" she asked, looking at Hope," Is it okay?"
"Oh, I think he'll cooperate. Honey, this is your birthday present," and, looking into the
camera, "and your present too, Rich."
Hope motioned Jan closer, and I saw her robe didn't close with a sash, but a red satin
ribbon, the way a gift would be wrapped. And so did Hope's! Happy birthday to me!
"Ever since we were room mates, we talked about what it would be like for the
two of us to get totally crazy with a guy. . . . together. You "- and looking into the camera -
"and you too, Rich - are the lucky guys. You're both going to find out. Uh, and so will we."
Hope moved over behind to her little ex-room mate and looked at me and the camera over Jan's
shoulder.
"I'll help unwrap the first part of your present," she told me. She stood behind Jan, reached
around, and pulled at the ribbon.
Jan's robe fell open, revealing a small black camisole. Her body was swaying in time
with the music. Jan moved the robe to her shoulders, down her arms, and to the floor.
I saw a shadow of pubic hair, nice breasts, erect nipples under the flimsy
thing she was wearing.
"Isn't this just a perfect little body?" Hope asked, as her hands moved from Jan's neck, over
her breasts, and met at her crotch. I couldn't believe it as I saw one of my wife's
hands glide between Jan's legs, palm up, fingers probing . . . well, well, well.
Jan stopped her, though, and turned to Hope. Soon Hope's robe was open, too, and
descending to the floor in a white puddle of silk.
"I can't remember how many times we were in our room, dressed like this, and
once even did some kissing and touching and pretending and talking about what it
would be like if we had a real man we wanted to share," Hope said. She was wearing
about the same thing Jan was but in white. It's no surprise that my wife was blushing, all
over. Rich, when he saw this, would see, through the thin material, my wife's body,
too. I'm sorry to say I found that an exciting thought but it was far from the only one I
was having right then.
"Yeah, but until tonight sharing a man was only talk," Jan answering the question I
wanted to ask before I asked it,"hot, sexy talk".
Hope took Jan's hand, and brought her to the bed. I was under the sheet, but my
erection was pretty evident. My mind was racing and my pulse was trying its' best
to catch up. I was afraid I was going to die before we even got started.
Hope put her fingers that were briefly in Jan in my mouth. "Does she taste like me,
honey? Different?"
She didn't wait for an answer. She pulled away the sheet and sat on one side of me.
"Go sit over there," she told Jan, motioning to the other side of the bed,"let's get
started".
"Your turn, loverboy." she said to me. They both peeled back the sheet, exposing
pajamas bottoms not doing a good job hiding my erection.
Hope unbuttoned my pj tops, then each woman, working on a sleeve, peeled it off.
I LIKED THIS!!!
We all three looked down at a hairy triangle of hair vanishing under my pj
bottoms, and the evidence of my excitement.
"Lift up a little, honey".
Hope began sliding my pj bottoms down over my hips. The elastic waistband hung
up on my penis, then began sliding over it, revealing first one inch of shaft, then
another, and another.
I REALLY LIKED THIS!!!
My mind was - what do the military call it? "overtaken by events." This wasn't
something I ever considered, but faced with the reality, my body was making its
wants known. The two women, and the camera, saw that.
I looked at Jan, who was in turn staring at my crotch, and at what was being exposed
there. Her hand came over, almost involuntarily, and lifted the elastic, freeing me.
I felt her wrap both her small hands around the shaft.
"Oh, Hope," Jan said, "I'm afraid. It looks a little too thick for me. Honey," she said,
looking into the camera, "do you think ALL that will fit in me? I am kind of small and I'm
not used to something this. . . . BIG."
I looked at Jan - I had not been this naked in front of a woman except Hope for a long
time - as she looked down at my body. I was enjoying this, a lot. My cock, for that
matter, was nodding its head, too.
Hope moved to the side of the bed, pulled at the pajama legs until I was free of them.
"Don't just stand there, collect your present," Hope said, as she moved to adjust
the camera. "Don't forget, you've still got more presents to open tonight."
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I was acting instinctively, now.
I sat at the edge of the bed, Jan was standing right in front of me. I remembered watching Hope stand
that way in front of the guy she used in living out our fantasy. I reached to Jan's shoulders, pressed them
downwards. She knelt willingly. I leaned back on my elbows, grinning, and my erect cock went vertical.
Jan looked at the camera, and Hope, and said "Watch this, Rich. I'm going to suck Tony's big cock.
I'm going to suck it till it shoots and then swallow all his sperm. Or maybe I'll let him shoot his spunk
all over my face. Your - Wife's - Face. Oh, and, Rich? I'm going to 'love' doing it 'cause it's so big and
hot and hard in my hand. I'm . going . to . enjoy . every . second . of this. Hope you do. Is this what you
wanted to see, darling? Well then, watch close."
The camera and my wife were to our side. Jan eyes were looking first into the camera, and maybe thinking
about her husband watching us, then down at my erection. I watched her slowly lower her head, and I could
see her little pink tongue reach out, and feel it begin to caress the side of my penis. The camera was
watching, too.
She looked up at me, smiled, and while holding my cock just licked it like a lollipop, from base to head and
back again. But when her head moved down again, her mouth was open, and I was in it. I could feel her
actually sucking hard, head bobbing, tongue swirling around. She was pretty damn good at this!
I looked at my wife, who was watching her good friend go down on me, one hand movingin her crotch.
I could see she was enjoying the voyeurism as much as I was enjoying the sensations. Now, maybe,
she would understand the kind of pleasure I had in Baton Rouge.
After a minute or two - only in porno movies can someone stand THAT for an hour - I pulled myself up
and took Jan by the hand, brought her to the bed. She actually looked disappointed. She may have
wanted me to shoot in her mouth but me and my cock had other ideas. Dirty ones.
I lay her on her back, feet (and other parts) towards the camera.
I sat beside her, and Hope came over too, and sat on the other side.
"Jan, my dear, I believe you are over-dressed", I said.
She looked at Hope, almost asking permission. After seeing a nod, she sat up, said to the camera "I sure
hope this is want you wanted, honey", and slipped her garment over her head.
And lay down on her back again, one arm across her breasts, another at her crotch.
This small body, these perfect breasts, excited me. I leaned over her, only to have Hope take my head and
push me toward her friend's breasts. As I got closer, Hope said something like "don't hide yourself, Jan."
The hand covering her breast moved up to my neck, and drew me down.
As my tongue played with her little acorn of a nipple, one hand began exploring her
other breast, the other hand she moved to - and in - her mouth. Her arms were no longer defensive,
one holding my hand as she sucked at my fingers, the other stroking my still wet cock.
I heard Jan take a sudden intake of breath, as though she had a mild shock. It seemed a little early for
an orgasm. I looked up at her, and saw a red, flushed face, and felt her body jerking in little spasms.
Then I looked down, and saw two of my wife's fingers buried, and probing, in Jan's cunt! Hot Damn!
Lezzie action!
I looked at Hope in amazement. "Jan and I agreed there'd be no limits. We did this a couple of times
in college, and I wondered what it would be like to do this to her with a man in the bed. Look at how lovely
and sexy she looks when she comes for me."
And she did, just a picture of erotic pleasure, with her best friend's fingers, and now her best friend's husband's
fingers, too, exploring her. The camera was seeing all of it - her shortness of breath, the sheen of persperation
offering highlights all over her small body, the sensual movement of that body as it responded to my touches,
and to Hope's. And all the time, her hand continuing to pump my cock.
I was sure no camera had ever captured as sensual a picture. Her whole body was flushed, quivering. I couldn't
help myself, found myself bending over, and letting my mouth go where my hand was. Jan kept muttering
something about "no limits", and her legs moved apart, making it easier for my mouth to cover her.
Folks, if you want to experience something too erotic to describe, you've got to feel what it's like to have your
tongue,and your wife's fingers, both buried in someone else's vulva. Hope's fingers would touch a spot, get a
response, then guide me there. I tasted Hope's fingers, Jan's juices. . .and remembered that sometime soon
Jan's husband would be watching this video of her on the bed, legs wide apart, with Hope's fingers, and my
mouth, on her and in her and coming like a freight train. All for a couple of relative strangers. I almost envied
him.
Almost. But I wouldn't have traded places for anything.
Sexual release wasn't the goal anymore - erotic behavior was. Sexual pleasure was, both the giving of it, and
receiving it.
Release my not have been MY goal, but Jan got there with a huge shuttering orgasm, almost a convulsion.
My cock was leaking fluid by now, it wanted the comfort of a cunt and soon. I pulled away, and moved between
Jan's legs, only to be told to change my position so the camera could see, too. Yeah, what she really wants is
to direct!
Now Jan was on her back in front of me with her pelvis tilted slightly up, I was kneeling between her spread
legs, with Hope and the camera watching from the side.
I leaned forward, my cock insisted on that (I know who's in charge). Jan reached to provide last minute course
corrections, but then came the next too-erotic-to-describe experience.
"Here, I'll do that", Hope said, putting one hand on my target's lips, and spreading them with her fingers a
little, while her other hand brought the head of my penis to them, then between them.
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Can't keep up with you Fred. Wonderful tale.
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Ch 13
"Now, honey, take your present" Hope said. Jan was using body language: her feet
were flat on the bed, legs bent, knees apart, raising her pelvis, 'presenting' her
cunt to a cock belonging to her friend's husband, and having that friend guide that
cock to her, while knowing that her husband would be able to watch this too,
and no matter what, not be able to stop it from moving ahead.
She was so wet, but at first, so damn tight, that I thought the skin of my cock would be
peeled off as it entered.
"Push harder" Jan said.
"Oh, God, Rich, I hope you like seeing another cock in me, after all the years it's
only been yours," Jan said, "OH, SHIT, that's too-ooo big!!!"
That other cock finally did get in, but it was a struggle!
After a few minutes, the sensations dropped from 12 on the Richter scale to
just sensational. Jan's hand was coaching my penis where to go, where to touch. It's
one of my own special perversions, but watching fingers with wedding rings touching
penises not part of that marriage really excites me. Okay, so I'm a little sick that way.
Sue me.
Hope was just sitting, watching my erect penis, now very wet, move in and out her friend.
She had a strange look on her face.
Some minutes later, she said "Honey, I feel like we are kind of even now, for what
I did before. I want to try something. Jan, can he take you from behind?"
We uncoupled, Jan rolled over, raised herself on hands and knees, and looked
into the camera - it was to the side. "Keep watching, Rich. He's going to fuck me
doggystyle, the way you like to."
I moved behind her, took her hips in my hands, and once again my cock found her
tight little slit. I cycled her hips in and out, and watched her small ass bump against my
pelvis with each pull. Her hips were so small the motions were almost like
masturbating, but masturbation ain't never had such a wonderful tightness, and wetness,
and warmth.
Hope moved in front of Jan, and said "Pay attention, Rich." She pulled off her
camisole. Now Rich would see as much my wife as anyone ever did.
"Like we did to each other once in college, Jan?" she asked.
"Can (uh) you do that with (uh) him doing that? Don't stop, Tony."
What were they talking about?
"I'll be able to watch up close."
"Yes, (hmph) do it", Jan told her.
Do what?
Hope rolled onto her back in front of us, and moved her head under Jan's, her legs
pointing away from us.
Jan stopped moving into and away from me, now my hips were doing all the moving. I
looked down, and saw Jan's ass, and below it, my erect penis, glistening, moving
in and out. Ejaculation wasn't far away, now, let me tell you.
Jan's head moved down - they kissed! "I always wondered what it would be like to
kiss you like that," Jan said.
"Now you know."
Hope began moving under Jan.
I saw her stop when her mouth was about under Jan's breast. I could tell her mouth
was reaching upward. I know I saw Jan's head lower to one of Hope's breasts, while I
think Hope was tonguing Jan's. At least, there were some new components in
Jan's movements now, it wasn't just being driven by my pelvis banging into her ass,
or my cock filling her cunt. Although, at that particular moment, I'm not really sure I
would have noticed if her hair had caught fire, My cock and balls were in the driver's seat
and it was 'full speed ahead'. Still, it did bring up one unexpected problem.
Controlling ejaculation while this was going on was not going to be at all easy, but even that
was nothing compared to what happened next.
Hope began again to squirm her way further under us. In a moment I felt her head bump
into my thighs. I opened them a little, and soon felt her breath, her fingers, or maybe her
mouth, playing with my scrotum, while my cock continued to move inside Jan. Jan's dripping
pussy now only inches from her face. My cock pistoning in and out with my balls bumping Hope's
nose and dragging back and forth across her lips. Her tongue reaching out and . . . . .
Think about baseball. Think about baseball. Think about baseball.
Jan was supporting herself on her knees and hands. Hope's body was between Jan's
arms. Jan looked down, along their rubbing bodies to see what Hope was doing.
She saw.
"Hope, remember what we used to talk about?" she asked. There was a pause in
Hope's oral activities, and then she responded. "I remember. I think it's something Rich
would like. Me too. Remember, we said no limits tonight, no limits at all".
Jan turned her head, and actually stuck her tongue out at the camera, turned a
little more to look at me over her shoulder and smiled.
"That feels so good, but poor Hope's only giving, not getting," she said. "Let's fix that."
She moved from holding herself up with her hands, to her elbows, one on either
side of Hope's hips. I watched as she tilted her head to one side so I could watch, brought
her hands to either side of Hope's vulva, and spread the lips.
Hope was so wet, and her engorged clitoris was standing there, very exposed.
"You can help, too, Tony."
I couldn't help myself. Pushing hard into Jan, I reached around her head, and put
my hand on her wrist. "That's the idea," she said, as I slid my hand over hers, to
my wife's cunt, and began stroking her. This was beyond any sex I had even dreamed of.
I didn't come yet, and yes, I am proud of that because I can't imagine why not.
Hope's legs spread, her knees came up, and I suppose she couldn't help tilting her
pelvis to make herself even easier to see and touch.
Jan looked over her shoulder again at me. I nodded, and she smiled. She turned so
that she could look into the camera, and with her head still to the side, lowered
herself until she could bite at my wrist. She moved a little, head downward now, and I
felt her bite at the back of my hand, which was still over hers.
Another movement, and I felt her mouth and tongue on my knuckles, which were
just over Hope's cunt.
There was a final movement.
I felt her tongue follow my fingers into Hope, and begin working there.
Hope went rigid and I lost it, right then and there.
I didn't even try.
I couldn't help myself, I began erupting into Jan and I came until my balls hurt.
Jan moved forward, and had her head well between Hope's legs now, and was
moaning, too. My thrusts were making her head move along my wife's vagina,
everything was happening at once. Jan was licking Hope, I was fucking Jan like it
was my very last fuck on earth, Hope was licking me AND Jan and I came so much and
so hard I nearly blacked out. Just not as young as I used to be. Hell, I was never
young enough for that kind of explosion!
Hope later told me there was cum everywhere, including some that squirted back out on
her, almost as good as her favorite perversion, she told me later.
I sagged to the side, in erotic overload, taking Jan with me. All three of us, Jan in
the middle, were in an embrace, for what seemed like a long, long time. Later, Hope
told me she came when I did, and so did Jan. I was too distracted to notice, and -
shame on me - way too selfish at that point to care.
Somehow it became my turn in the middle, with two women stroking and kissing me.
It didn't take too long before my cock began filling again. Frankly, I didn't expect that to
happen again for at least a week!
When it was mostly erect, both women moved down to my cock which I will now name Lazarus.
I saw Hope's hand take control, move it to her mouth, while Jan licked at and under my balls.
Have you ever had a small pink tongue licking your asshole while your wife is wet slobbering all
over your knob? I highly recommend it. But see your cardiologist first. Then Hope offered my cock
to her friend, and her small mouth went over it while Hope frenched me and sucked my nipples.
At last Hope straddled me, and lowered herself onto me, while Jan watched, fingering herself
and stroking my chest.
We moved together for a few minutes. Hope rose and fell, exposing, then accepting, a
well used, wet cock. This wasn't just sex. This was making love. Hope began making the
"MMMM mmm" noises I knew meant she was having an orgasm. So was I. It didn't matter
who was watching or who might be watching this later. What happened earlier was erotic, sensual.
What was happening now was why we marry people - two people, in love, loving.
Jan, afterwards, said it best. "That, boys and girls, was the REAL thing."
Somehow, it all ended (finally) with little Jan huddled with her back to Hope, spoon
position I guess it's called. And Hope, who was wrapped around Jan, was in turn wrapped
by me.
Our bedroom, with the lights out, is beyond dark, it's black. We fell asleep, Jan
embraced by Hope, Hope embraced by me. It was hard to tell where one of us ended
and the other began.
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