I was a little early the first morning I stopped by his house to pick him up. His wife answered my knock. She was a strikingly attractive blonde, wearing a transparent negligee over a pair of see-through thong panties. Her tits, with their long pink nipples, were plainly visible, and I must say they were twin beauties.
Her husband was just getting up, so she invited me in and offered me a cup of coffee. As she preceded me inside I could see she had a beautiful ass, nice and round. The strap of her thong was buried deep in the crack of her ass, and from the back it looked like she was completely naked. When she poured me a cup of coffee I could see the luxuriant mound of her blonde pussy hair and the thick lips of her cunt. Needless to say, my big black cock was standing at attention.
She told me her name was Megan, and we made pleasant conversation while her husband got dressed. She made no attempt to change into something less revealing. I had never actually seen a naked white woman before, except in pictures, and I really liked it. I badly wanted to stick my dick up her cunt. All during the day at work I could not get that beautiful woman off my mind. It was too bad, I thought, that she was married to a loser like Ralph.
The next morning Megan was wearing the negligee again, but this time without the thong panties. It gaped open slightly, and I could tell that she was aroused; her nipples were erect and her clit was swollen and red. Maybe I had a chance at that pussy after all. As she stood close to me I took a chance and put my arm around her. She responded by pressing her body against mine. Our lips met in a deep tongue-searching kiss. My hand groped for her pussy. I thumbed her clit and slipped a finger inside her. She moaned and pressed closer to me. Then we heard Ralph approaching, and broke apart.
After that I made a habit of getting there early each morning. While Ralph got ready, Megan and I did some heavy petting. We got bolder and bolder, until one morning I took out my dick and pushed the head of it against the opening of her cunt. She begged me to put it all in, and with one thrust I was balls-deep inside her pussy. I fucked her furiously, but before either of us could come we heard her husband’s footsteps. I quickly pulled out, and just got my dick back in my pants before he came in. “Another time,” Megan mouthed at me, and I smiled and nodded yes.
The right time came sooner than I had anticipated. One night Ralph and I stopped at a bar on our way home from work, and Ralph started drinking heavily. Soon he was falling-down drunk. He was nearly passed out by the time I got him home, and Megan helped me get him laid out on a couch. In a minute he was unconscious, and Megan and I were in each other’s arms.
We kissed long and passionately, her lips sucking at my tongue. She slipped out of her dress, and she had nothing beneath it. Her beautiful tits were bare and inviting, and the lips of her cunt looked like rose petals. I kissed and tongued every inch of her fabulous body. Megan sucked and licked my cock and balls. Finally I couldn’t hold back any more; I had to put my cock into that sweet juicy pussy. Man, that woman could rotate her ass! We finally climaxed together, and I shot a large load of come deep inside her cunt.
As we lay resting, Megan told me that when Ralph had first told her that a black colleague would be picking him up for work, she had been interested even before she saw me. She had planned to show me her pussy and tits, and she was hoping I would want her. It had been too long since a black man had fucked her. A black boyfriend had taken her cherry, and she really loved black dick. I pounded her hot tight blonde pussy twice more before I left that night, and her husband slept through it all.
Every night after that we would go to a bar, and Ralph would get drunk and pass out. I’d take him home and Megan and I would fuck.
One time a friend of mine was getting married and I gave a bachelor party for him. I invited Ralph and Megan, who were the only white people there. Some of the guys kept giving Ralph free drinks, and when he passed out Megan fucked eleven of my black friends. Her blonde pussy could take a licking and just kept on dicking!
Am I still fucking Megan? You bet I am. The woman just can’t get enough black dick.—
Name and address withheld
HE STOPPED TO HELP HER CHANGE A FLAT TIRE, AND GOT A REWARD HE DIDN’T EXPECT
I am a twenty-eight-year-old single man, and I work as a salesman for a lumberyard. As part of my work I travel around the area to call on various builders and construction sites.
One late summer day last month, after making several calls with some success, I was driving between towns when I noticed a van pulled off the road with a flat tire, and a nicely dressed woman next to it. I pulled over and offered to change the tire for her. She was glad for the help. As I got out the spare tire I noticed some grocery bags in her car. While I was changing the tire I checked out the lady. She had a nice figure, sparkling green eyes and long auburn hair that cascaded around her pleasantly attractive face.
When I finished changing the tire she offered me some money. I told her I couldn’t take her money, but I would settle for one of the apples I had seen in her grocery bag. I said I often stopped to help people, and just hoped that if I was ever in trouble, someone would do the same for me.
The lady smiled and opened the door of her van, saying, “I have something for you.” I thought she was going to give me an apple, but instead she turned and sat on the floor of the van. Then she reached out and grabbed my belt, pulling me closer. To my amazement, she then unzipped my jeans and pulled out my stiffening cock. She looked up at me with a twinkle in her eye and wrapped her lips around the head of my dick, which became rock hard in a matter of seconds. She ran her tongue around the rim of my cockhead, and then sucked on it, making it bigger. She slowly ran her tongue up and down the sensitive underside of the shaft as she caressed my balls through my pants. Soon she was sucking in my whole cock, right to the base. By now I was running my hands through her beautiful hair. Periodically, she would glance up at me. She really seemed to be enjoying what she was doing, and I was just loving it!
My hips were moving, pumping my cock in and out of her mouth. Now she undid my pants and pulled them down, along with my shorts. Her hands grasped my butt as she went on sucking and licking, her tongue tickling the sensitive underside of my cock. I felt a wet finger circling my asshole, and then it was worming into my ass. I was going crazy; this woman was incredible!
My breathing was getting coarse, and I broke the silence to say I was going to come. “Hmmm,” she moaned appreciatively, and intensified her motions. I had an amazingly intense orgasm. I just kept coming until I thought my balls were going to shoot out of my cock.
“That was good,” she said, smiling at me. “I love to suck cock, and that was quite tasty.” She looked at her watch and said, “Twelve minutes, not bad.” I pulled up my pants and she headed around to the driver’s seat. She said, “Thanks again for everything,” and then started up the motor and pulled away.
I went back to my car and sat there for a few minutes, stunned but happy. When I got back to the yard, and my coworkers asked how my day had gone, I told them it was the best ever!—
H.E., Joplin, Missouri
WHO WAS THE SEXY NUDE NIGHTTIME VISITOR? IT WAS HIS FRIEND’S WIFE, OF COURSE
My wife and I love reading your magazine, and I would like to tell you the true story of what happened to me a few years ago. I lived in Pennsylvania at the time, and traveled all over the western two-thirds of the state as a representative for my company. One particular stop on my route was in a small town, and the people I worked with there, a couple named Josie and Craig, became very dear friends. They often invited me to spend the night at their home, since the nearest motel was about thirty miles away from where they lived.
Craig was a fun-loving person with a ready smile and a collection of wild stories that he would share at the drop of a hat. His wife Josie was a beautiful woman, with the kind of figure one dreams about, but usually sees only in magazines. She could cook up wonderful meals and was always fun to be around. But there was never a hint that she was interested in me in any way.
One night, after eating a well-prepared meal at their house, I was planning to get back on the road; but because of the lateness of the hour, and the fact that a blizzard was being predicted for the area, I was persuaded to stay the night.
After spending what remained of the evening in pleasant conversation, we bade each other good night and I headed for the spare bedroom. A light from the yard outside illuminated the room, but I was so tired it didn’t take long for me to fall asleep.
Around two in the morning I was awakened by a soft touch on my shoulder. I opened my eyes, and there beside me stood the most beautiful nude woman I had ever seen. It was Josie, of course, and she was even more attractive than I had imagined. Her tits were huge and perfectly shaped, her legs were curvy and sensuous and her pussy was full and inviting, just the way I like them. Without a word she lay down beside me, and then she took my rapidly growing cock into her eager mouth.
There was no way I could keep my hands off her. I touched every inch of her beautiful body, kissing, sucking, licking and enjoying. She stopped her sucking and gently guided my face to her love nest. My tongue went to work excitedly. I have been told I have the most talented tongue around, and fortunately it seemed to impress Josie. Soon her whole body was quaking with one powerful orgasm after another. While my tongue worked its magic I gently pinched her nipples and massaged her wonderful tits.
I don’t know how many times Josie erupted in pleasure, but after a while she pulled me up over her, and I could tell she wanted all eight and a half inches of my cock inside her as deeply as possible. Soon we were fucking like there was no tomorrow. In beautiful harmony we feasted on each other. I could sense her holding back her cries of ecstasy as she built slowly to the most intense orgasm of all, and soon I felt her whole body tense and quake. I couldn’t hold back any longer; I stifled my own shouts as I fired my hot come deep inside her spasming pussy. It was the most powerful climax I had ever experienced, and it felt like I had unloaded the largest load in the history of sex.
We held each other tightly for some time, allowing our hands to caress each other freely. After some moments Josie moved her pussy to my face and I eagerly drank our love juices and cleaned her love nest with my tongue. She began to stiffen again, and soon reached another beautiful climax. Getting off me then, she leaned down and kissed me deeply before disappearing into the night. Not one word had been spoken during the entire time.
I soon fell asleep again and slept soundly till morning. Craig and Josie greeted me in their usual friendly way, and we enjoyed a pleasant breakfast together. Josie never gave the slightest hint that anything unusual had happened.
I often spent the night there after that, and each time my nocturnal visitor would come to my room. Each of our lovemaking sessions seemed more intense and exciting than the last. But we never said one word to each other about it, even when we were alone.
Unfortunately, Craig was transferred to California about six months later, and shortly afterward our office moved to New England. Though Craig and I have talked by telephone many times about business, I have never heard a word from Josie. Oh well, it was wonderful while it lasted, and it makes for a great memory.—
L.F., Providence, Rhode Island
HOW TO LIVEN UP A DULL CHRISTMAS PARTY: HAVE SEX WITH SOMEONE ELSE’S WIFE
I was at a cocktail party at my brother’s house last December, about two weeks before Christmas. Among the guests was a beautiful young woman in her mid-twenties, who showed up unaccompanied. I struck up a conversation with her, and soon we were seated on a couch next to a tall Christmas tree covered with about a thousand mini-lights and streams of tinsel.
The lady’s name was Felicia. She had beautiful long dark brown hair, for which I have an undeniable fetish. She had a wedding band on her finger, and I soon learned that her husband was expected to join her in about an hour. She wore a lavender dress with a hemline that came to mid-thigh. It proved to be a terrible distraction, as my eyes kept drifting down to her legs during our conversation.
I was instantly captivated by her. When she spoke her eyes sparkled, and her voice had a smoky bedroom quality. She was intoxicating, and I felt my testosterone level markedly rising. There was a raw sensual energy pulsing between us, and I could tell that she sensed it as much as I did.
At one point I went to get her another drink. When I returned and handed her the cocktail, I let my fingertips brush the back of her hand. The mere touch of her skin was a turn-on.
A few moments later I was telling her how much she excited me, and that I would very much like to go someplace with her where we could be alone. Felicia looked at me with wide eyes. Until then she had been flirting openly with me; now she must have realized that I was ready to take to the next level what she may have intended as a mere flirtation.
She reminded me that she was married. “So am I,” I shrugged. After another hesitation, she bluntly asked if sex was what I had in mind. I confessed that the idea had indeed occurred to me.
I could see her struggling with herself. She said that her husband was supposed to be there about nine o’clock. I told her that we wouldn’t need to be gone long. She asked me where we could go. I said my brother had a guest bedroom upstairs where we would not be disturbed. She took a deep breath, and then, almost imperceptibly, she nodded.
I proposed that we leave the room separately and meet upstairs, so our departures would be less conspicuous. She agreed, and after a moment I stood up, strolled out of the room and headed upstairs.
A minute or so later I heard her coming up the steps. She reached the top of the stairway and looked around for me. I called to her from the far end of the hallway, and she moved toward me, her expression a mixture of anxiety and anticipation.