Because he had just come, Nat was able to hold out a lot longer that time. He pounded into her from behind for awhile, then turned her around and continued with her sitting on the dresser. After, about fifteen minutes he moved her to the bed. When Sandy sprawled out on her back, flinging her lean legs wide open, I was shocked by the unbelievably aroused state of her pussy. The lips were swollen open and bright red and her vagina was literally stretched out forming a wide, wet cavern. God, Nat’s cock really was huge, and my sweet, beautiful bride couldn’t get enough of it as she eagerly steered its length into her cunt.
In the missionary position Nat really plowed into Sandy’s furrow, the two of them becoming quite vocal as time went on. After a while they were making so much noise that they started attracting the attention of the other guests around the pool. I had two choices: either walk in and confront them, or leave before I was accused of being a peeping Tom. I really didn’t want to stop watching, but I also didn’t want to put Sandy in an embarrassing position, so I chose the latter and went to take a seat out by the pool for awhile.
I went back an hour later and watched when Nat finally emerged through the door. I tried to make sure he wouldn’t see me, but even though I had hidden myself well, something or other gave me away and I caught his eye. When he spotted me he stuck his head back in the room and made sure I saw my wife wrapping her arms around his neck and giving him a long, passionate, open-mouthed kiss.
I could tell that Nat was feeling pretty full of himself as he strutted away, but I couldn’t have cared less. My only concern was for Sandy. I ran to the room and found her still naked sitting on the bed. The room reeked of sex, and she was a gooey mess with gobs of sperm matted in her pubes and running down her thighs.
When she saw me she broke down, thinking I’d “caught her in the act.” “Oh, my God,” she cried. “What have I done?” We had a long talk and I put all her worries to rest by telling her the whole sordid history of old Nat and me, including how turned on I got watching the two of them. At first Sandy felt understandably perturbed with me, but I finally convinced her that what just happened had nothing to do with love or with our relationship. It amounted to no more than recreational sex, and that made her feel a whole lot better.
To show Sandy that I really wasn’t upset with what had gone on between them and that I really meant what I had said, I told her that I loved her just like always and that I trusted her completely. Since we both enjoyed her having sex with Nat so much, I said that I wanted her to continue seeing him for the remainder of the seminar.
Taking me for my word, Sandy spent every morning and every afternoon fucking him for hours on end. She even spent the entire last night we were there in his room.
I felt slighted because I didn’t get to watch any of that, but I had one consolation. In the morning when I went to pick her up, Sandy was all bubbly and happy and looked as satisfied and content as any woman could be. That alone made the experience worthwhile.
On our way back home we reaffirmed our love for one another and agreed that, at least for now, we both wanted Sandy to continue having liaisons with other men. Basking in the glow of her newfound sexual freedom, Sandy teased me about wanting to watch, saying, “I don’t know what to think about a husband who would rather see his wife getting fucked by other men instead of doing it himself.” I proved her wrong by pulling over and showing her that I wanted to do both with her.—
H.F., Marietta, Georgia
WANT TO PLEASE YOUR GIRL? GIVE HER A HOT LATIN LOVER IN AN OLD SPANISH CASTLE
I’m a well-off, healthy, middle-aged businessman who loves water sports and sex. I have a beautiful Puerto Rican girlfriend named Teresa, who’s about half my age. She’s quite tall and has brunette hair, big eyes, a marvelous, charming smile, a perfect body and (best of all) big, hard tits that make her very, very sexy. She knows what she has, and loves showing it off. Her whole wardrobe is designed to display her sexy body as much as possible. We’re never bored with each other, and we’re always planning new ways to enhance our already terrific sex life. Among our diversions, Teresa and I love to travel.
Last year we were in Spain, and for a while we stayed on a mountain overlooking the sea at a luxurious hotel that used to be part of a medieval castle. It was a very romantic spot. On our first day there, as we were having a couple of drinks before dinner, we were attended by a very handsome Spanish waiter named Carlito, who spoke both English and Spanish. He served us with a charming smile, and gave us some useful tips about the local beaches, restaurants and so on. “What a handsome man this is!” Teresa said to me at one point, leaning closely toward me. “Darling, I wouldn’t mind fucking him at all.”
We returned for drinks the next afternoon. Teresa was wearing a very sexy and daring outfit, as usual. After chatting with us a while, Carlito asked if we’d be interested in visiting the older, unreconstructed part of the castle. Of course we were!
The walking was not always easy, and our new friend helped Teresa along by holding her hand, even putting his arm around her waist from time to time. I soon noticed that they were holding hands continuously. “You know,” Teresa whispered to me, “he’s rubbing my hand on his cock, and he has a really big one.” I knew full well that this wasn’t a complaint, so I said nothing in response.
Near the end of the tour Carlito said he had one more room to show us. Wanting to give Teresa an opportunity to be alone with him, I said I was tired and would wait for them as they went on. When they returned, both of them were smiling from ear to ear.
Back in our room, Teresa told me that the waiter had practically undressed her. He had kissed her tits and pussy, and both of them had gotten extremely hot. “He wants me to go back and fuck him someplace in the bar storage room,” she told me. “May I go there and fuck him, please?”
“No,” I said, seriously. When she looked disappointed, I smiled and said, “I’m going to town for an hour, so you can fuck him comfortably in our room.”
When I came back, she had an even greater smile of satisfaction. “It was marvelous!” she enthused. “Incredible! He has the most beautiful, enormous cock I have ever seen. It must be over eleven inches! When I ate his cock, which of course I had to do, I could hold it with both hands and still suck on the head!”
We were supposed to leave the next morning, but Teresa asked if we could stay one more night. “Under one condition,” I said. “You have to let me watch.”
“Of course,” Teresa replied, smiling. “I’ll get even more horny, knowing you’ll be seeing us.”
Our hotel room was small but up very high in the building. There was a kind of balcony halfway up, running along one side. That time, when Teresa invited the waiter to the room again, I remained hidden on the second floor, where I could stay in the dark but still had an excellent view of the bed.
I couldn’t believe the size of his cock and how Teresa could stroke him with both hands and suck him at the same time. That made him moan with joy. Then he went to work on her pussy and tits with his tongue, and finally they fucked marvelously. When he entered her, his penis looked so big I expected it to come out of her mouth! But she took it all, and she loved it.
When he left, she took a bath and said, “Now it’s your turn. I’m horny from knowing you were watching, so fuck me even better than he did.” And that’s how we ended our adventure.—
Name and address withheld
IF HIS WIFE DOESN’T KNOW HE SAW HER CHEATING, HOW CAN HE MAKE IT HAPPEN AGAIN?
I recently watched my wife Sandra have sex in our home at my urging. Her partner’s name was Jake, and he never knew I was there. Even though we’d never met, I had to tip my hat to him. The two of them had hot, steamy sex, and he got her off more than once before he lined her pussy with come. When he left, my pretty, sexy, thirty-five-year-old wife was satisfied and sleeping soundly, with his sperm oozing out of her cunt, making sticky spots on our sheets.
I stepped out of the closet where I’d been hiding, undressed and crawled into bed beside Sandra, holding her close as we both fell off to sleep. I had jacked off twice watching their wild carnal coupling, so I was nearly as spent as she was.
Although my wife didn’t know it, that wasn’t the first time I watched her fuck another man. The last time was twelve years ago, when we had been married for just under three years. Sandra and I were at my annual company picnic. I knew that she could be very flirtatious at times, but it wasn’t until that day that I really thought my gorgeous redheaded wife would ever really cheat on me.
Sandra had been flirting with a co-worker of mine named Sam. I was chatting with a group of guys when I noticed the two of them wander off alone. I didn’t think too much of it until I saw them enter an enclosed picnic shelter on the far side of the park. When I didn’t see them come out for a while, I went over, wondering what was going on.
When I got close to the shelter, it was obvious what they were doing. I heard voices, mostly my wife moaning and crying out, “Yes, yes, yes! Fuck me! Just like that! Yes!”
Feeling numb with shock and surprise, I went closer and peered through a screened window. Standing between her legs, his shorts and undershorts down around his ankles, was my co-worker Sam.
Very shortly I heard Sandra cry out, “Oh, yes, I’m coming, coming! God, you’re making me come!”
Not only had I never seen my wife experience an orgasm, I hadn’t even seen her show much reaction at all during sex. My macho co-worker was making her squeal in ways I’d never heard before, and his cock was getting her off in ways mine never had.
As she climaxed, her splayed legs flapping wildly before locking around his, Sam went over the top. He rammed that log inside her slowly and with great determination, then leaned forward and ground his body against hers. Their mouths met in a feverish, open-mouthed kiss. I saw his butt muscles clenching and releasing as he started to come. He broke off their kiss, arching his back and letting out a deep groan as he planted his seed deep inside my wife.
When he finally stood up, pulling his dick out of my wife’s slippery hole, I could actually see some of his cream oozing out of her freshly fucked, sperm-filled snatch.
Sandra sat up and asked if she could borrow a bandana and then wiped her crotch, cleaning off his sperm and as much of her juices as she could. She glanced up at him with a concerned look on her face, saying, “I really hope my husband screws me tonight, in case I get pregnant from this.”
He frowned at her. “You’re not on the pill?”
“I use a diaphragm,” Sandra told him, “but I don’t have it in. I mean, I certainly didn’t plan on us doing this. It just happened. You’re just so damn sexy! You turn me on and all, but I don’t want to fuck up my marriage. And believe me, I don’t want to ruin yours, either. I’m never telling anybody about this, and promise me you won’t tell anyone, either!”
He assured her that he wouldn’t, and she went on. “That’s why I hope my husband screws me when we get home,” she said. “Hopefully I can fuck him and conveniently forget to put my diaphragm in. Then if I get pregnant, he’ll never know.”
“You’d do that?” Sam asked. “You’d deceive your husband that way?”
Sandra nodded and said, “Well, I did this to him. If I had your baby and he thought it was his, it would be a lot better than if he knew about this.”
At that point I turned and hurried away, quietly heading back to the other side of the park. Along the way, I stopped at a restroom. I had to pull my shorts and underpants off and wash off my crotch, because in spite of my shock at seeing my wife cheat on me—and even telling my co-worker how she was willing to deceive me into believing I had fathered another man’s baby—the truth was that I had come in my pants!
Whether or not I was ready to acknowledge it, the sight of my wife passionately fucking another man had excited me beyond belief. But that wasn’t all. I knew that my wife had taken my co-worker’s sperm in her body. I’d seen it leak back out, and I’d seen her try to clean it up. She’d been full to overflowing with his semen, and I loved it.
For reasons I do not understand to this day, the knowledge that my wife was full of another man’s sperm turned me on! You must think that sounds insane, but it’s the truth! I was probably more scared that she’d been knocked up than she was. But something about it was incredibly arousing. I couldn’t understand it then, and I still don’t, but when Sandra finally came back and told me some bullshit about having gone for a walk, I got so horny thinking about it—and looking at my wife’s tummy and crotch—that I actually slipped off to the men’s room again and jerked off two more times.
The next morning I had to leave for a week-long business trip. It wasn’t until I got back the next Friday that we finally made love.
It was about three months after that Friday night that Sandra gave me the news: She was pregnant! I knew that Friday could have done it, but I had to be suspicious. I managed to hide my suspicion from her like she hid her tryst—and what I knew were very strong questions about the paternity of her baby—from me. I even managed to keep quiet about my knowledge when the answer became obvious, because it turned out that our son looked just like Sam. By the time he was two years old the resemblance was uncanny. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind.
But paternal questions or not, I loved that tyke from the moment he was born. As far as he was concerned, I was his father, and he was daddy’s boy all the way. We’re still very close as father and son, and I couldn’t possibly love him more if he had come from my loins.
When our son was about two and a half years old, I again suspected that my wife was having an adulterous liaison with someone. We were back in Sandra’s hometown, staying with her parents for two weeks over the Christmas holidays. One night we attended a party hosted by a very good friend of hers from high school. Sandra spent a good part of the evening talking with a guy named Peter. I learned from Sandra’s girlfriend Judy that Peter and my wife had gone steady during their senior year in high school.