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As I returned my stare to my lover, he slid his hand inside his shorts and let out a loud sigh. He slid his shorts down below his balls and stroked his big cock up and down a few times before removing the shorts all the way. He laid his head back and half-closed his eyes, continuing to stroke himself. It was all I could do not to go to him and take his throbbing cock in my mouth. Although I love giving this man blowjobs, at that moment I just wanted to watch him.
So I watched as he continued to pump his cock, which seemed to get harder and harder in his hand. That was all I could take. I slid my hand down inside my shorts and slowly caressed my aching pussy. I let my other hand drift upward to brush across my bare breasts. I continued to stare through the crack of the door.
I knew it wouldn’t take me long to climax if I kept watching, The sight of him feeling so much pleasure was making me feel light-headed, I was getting so hot. His hips thrust forward with every stroke now, and his rhythm quickened. I couldn’t wait to watch him come. My hand moved faster as I worked my fingers faster over my clit. The sighs and moans coming from the bedroom were getting louder. Visions of hot sex filled my mind as I stared intently at my lover. I knew it wouldn’t be long now.
I was trying to be quiet, but I couldn’t help but moan as I felt myself ready to come. I heard my lover cry out as he stiffened up, holding his cock in his hand. I saw the look of lust on his face as his cock began to come and I myself began to climax. It felt so good, it was all I could do to go unnoticed as I fell against the door frame and began to shake, wave after wave of pleasure tearing through my cunt.
I looked back into the room. My lover was still slowly pumping his cock, letting his come shoot on his chest. I wanted to just rest there for a moment afterward, but I knew I had to get moving or else I would be discovered. I was about to turn away from the crack in the door when all of a sudden it opened, letting out a loud squeak. Damn! The cat had pushed the door open!
Just then, my lover looked up, startled by the noise, only to meet my eyes, staring back at him. I had been caught by such surprise, my hand was still resting inside my shorts and my bare tits were exposed. Our eyes met, and he looked as shocked as I was, realizing what I had just witnessed him doing.
I started to giggle, and blushed from the embarrassment of the whole situation. He just shook his head at me. Then we both began to laugh as I walked toward him for a kiss. It was certainly a pleasantly surprising ending to a long, trying day.—
S.M., Saint Paul, Minnesota
Where do I begin’? And what should I say? I was even debating whether to put this on paper. Every man has his wishes, his desires, and his fantasies. The story I am about to tell would give most men, including myself, reasons to have women in their lives.
It was a hot, humid July evening with my wife. My wife isn’t hard to explain. She is an aggressive, ambitious woman who is extremely understanding and gentle. We had some friends over. My wife and a couple of her girlfriends smoked some weed. My wife kind of overindulges with beer, alcohol and drugs. But this is my opinion.
My wife wanted to go out dancing with one of her friends. I knew she was in for a long night. My friend and I went fishing for a little while, and I told my wife I would meet her at the club. It was about one o’clock in the morning when I showed up there, and by the way I didn’t catch anything fishing.
When my friend and I drove up to the club, I could see my wife from the window. She was dancing. You could tell she was three sheets to the wind. It was kind of funny. She looked like she didn’t know how to dance. She looked as if she was in slow motion. But she still had that radiant look about her and her glowing smile.
When we went in, I came up from behind her and patted her ass, but she must have been too fucked up to feel it. When she did turn around, she smiled and like a magnet she went straight to kiss me with a new toy of hers. I felt a tongue ring gliding in my mouth. I was aroused and figured I would get lucky tonight. Well, we were dancing and talking. I knew I could make her smile. I just started to act like a fool.
The club closed, and we headed for home. My wife’s two girlfriends rode with us. My friend followed in his car with his wife. When we got to the house, his wife was mad at him, for reasons I could probably write a book about, so they left for home.
My wife and her two girlfriends were drunk off their asses. They jumped in the pool and started laughing and cutting up. I went in the house to pick up. It was going on three o’clock and I was getting tired. I came out to smoke a cigarette and try to keep them quiet. It didn’t work.
I went to my room and for a while watched the women play in the pool like kids. By now they had slowly, piece by piece, taken the majority of their clothing off. My wife was instigating the whole thing, or at least it appeared that way. Watching the three women play topless in the pool in the glistening moonlight and the yellow light from the street really aroused me. Before I knew it, I was whacking my pud. I was so excited that I spewed my load in a matter of several strokes.
Then I watched for a while longer, but it seemed as if that was about it. I tried to lie down on the bed with the window cracked, hoping maybe to hear something. I also hoped the neighbors would not wake and decide to watch the peep show going on in my pool.
I heard the door to the house open, and got up. Before I knew it, the three women had gone in the bathroom. I heard the shower running. Then my mind started racing, and yes, I was excited.
Now it was going on four in the morning. One of the women went home not long after the shower, so now there were just two. I walked by the back door and there they were, standing up, whispering to each other and looking suspicious. I spoke a few words and went back to bed. I couldn’t resist getting back up to look out the window that was left open. I could not believe it. They were eating each other out!
At that point I felt my heart jump through my throat. It was pounding so hard, it felt like it was about to explode. I was kind of mad, too, because that was my wife. I watched out the window but could not see or hear that well. I walked down the hallway to watch out the back door. I stood there in plain view, watching. They didn’t notice me.
I thought to myself, “Fuck, if this is really going to happen, then I want to watch.”
I went and grabbed my cigarettes, then headed out the back door and stood up against the corner of the house, smoking and watching my wife eat this woman out with lots of lip-smacking and moaning. My dick kept getting harder, until it was so damn hard, it ached. I couldn’t tear my eyes away. I have to admit, as scary as it was to get caught, I didn’t give a fuck.
Finally I walked up to my wife while they were doing their 69, and I could see the glaze of pussy juice around her lips. My wife looked at me and smiled. Ever so quietly, I bent down to kiss her.
She whispered, “You should leave before she freaks out.”
I shook my head no. I whispered back, “You are my wife, and I am staying.”
I stood up and watched some more as the two of them licked and sucked each other. By now the sun was coming up. Finally they both sat up, and my wife looked at me with a devilish smile. The other woman just realized that I was there. My wife helpfully told her I had been there all the while. Which was the truth, and the other woman turned out to be cool with it.
I sat down at the picnic table and lit cigarettes for the ladies, then one for myself. Believe me, I needed it. The women were giggling. Then the other woman apparently got it in her head that I was somehow upset. My wife assured her that I was fine with all of this, and I added that they were welcome to the bed if they wanted it. The smirk on my face was wiped out by the sight of their naked bodies covered in sweat.
I moved behind my wife, and she stopped with her ass stretching out toward me. I took this as an invitation to reach out and slide my fingers in her already wet pussy. As her back arched and the other woman kissed her lips, I caressed my wife’s breast and kissed her.
I whispered in her ear, “Let’s go to the bed.”
She stood up, and I took her hand. She took the other woman’s hand and we proceeded to our bedroom. I followed them in. Looking at my wife and watching her climb in the bed just excited me even more. As I walked to the bed to caress her and suck her breast, I watched her girlfriend suck the other breast. Fingering my wife, I went to kiss her soft swollen lips, then pursued down to the other swollen lips, which tasted so sweet. I loved listening to her moan.
I felt like I was in heaven. I came up and rubbed my wife and occasionally reached over to the other woman. When she was lying down, my wife ate her pussy out and I sucked her breasts and rubbed her. At this point I can only remember the two of them at each other’s face, kissing—and I began to finger them both! It felt awesome watching them squirm and moan.
Somewhere in there I kissed the other woman, and somewhere in there I felt her hand stroke my cock while my wife was down between her legs. All of this was continuous and seemingly lasted forever. My wife mounted me, stuffing my dick in her swollen pussy. God, did it feel good finally to be able to fuck my love! The other woman sat on my face and I lapped up her pussy juice. I know she gave my dick a good sucking.
At about the same time (it’s hard to reconstruct the sequence of events), we stopped, the sun was up, and the other woman needed to go. I never did follow through on my urge to stick my dick in her pussy, out of respect for my wife. After the other lady left, my wife and I had more sex.
I know that the whole time I kept thinking how much I love my wife and how much the whole thing was a turn-on. This is definitely an experience I will never forget. I thank my wife; the only one I would ever do anything like this with. (I would be too much of a chicken too.) But I am here to say that my wife’s love is also great, to allow me to have such an experience. I don’t regret this fantasy experience, but the love of and for your wife must be strong, or you can lose something that you cherish.
Is this the end or the beginning of something? Only time will tell.—
B.R., Lubbock, Texas
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for several years, I finally have the nerve to share with other readers the following experience, which happened while my father was in the service stationed abroad.
My parents and I lived in a small country house a few miles from a large military base. My neighbor, a beautiful and shapely thirty years of age at the time, would have been a perfect Lady Di look-alike except that her breasts were larger and she had one of the world’s most superbly shaped pairs of buttocks. Among my friends she was known as “Mrs. Plump Rump.”
My father had been overseas a full two years and during that time my neighbor often did yard work in front of our house while wearing a tiny halter top and what today are known as “Daisy Dukes.” These shorts left the bottom halves of her beautiful buttocks bare. I believe she enjoyed the attention and whistles of the soldiers as they drove past our house. Yet I believe she was unaware and not at all prepared for the coming consequences of her naughty actions.
One Saturday I had made plans to spend the night at the home of one of my friends. It was decided while I was there that I would return home to get some new records we wished to listen to. As I pedaled my bicycle up the driveway and around to the back of our house, I noticed a dim light on in my neighbor’s bedroom.
I got off the bike and was about to lean it against the wall when I heard my neighbor cry out, “Ohh, ohh, OHH, God, aaagghh!” My natural curiosity aroused, I slipped to the neighbor’s bedroom window and dropped to my knees, which allowed me to see beneath the shade. I was not prepared for what I saw.
The bedroom was dark, but a lamp beside the bed gave enough light for me to see my neighbor’s lovely breasts bounce and sway each time the soldier who was fucking her drove his cock deep between her beautiful curved thighs. I recognized the soldier as one of the many who had yelled and whistled at seeing my neighbor’s almost naked body while she was doing yard work in the front of the house.
My neighbor was now crying out with each thrust of the soldier’s hips, “Oooh, oooh, oooh, God! I’m married, oooh!”
He was holding her plump, rounded buttocks in his hands, one in each palm. He had gotten up on his knees and had her almost all the way up on her shoulders, her beautiful legs resting across his broad shoulders and her heels kicking against his back as she tossed her head from side to side on the loudly creaking bed. Her waist-length blonde hair covered her lovely face, but I could see that her mouth was open wide among the long strands of hair.
“Oooh, oooh, please! I’m married!” my neighbor cried as the muscular soldier drove faster and harder between her curvy thighs.
“Come on, we’ve got lots more fucking to do,” the soldier replied.
He clamped his mouth down over hers, and I could hear my neighbor squealing passionately into his kiss. She began bucking her hips upward to meet the plunging thrusts between her beautiful thighs. Those powerful thrusts, that huge cock plunging deep into her long-neglected pussy had overtaken my beautiful neighbor’s self-control. She bucked her pussy upward to take that huge cock in triumph. The soldier finally broke the kiss, and my neighbor’s head flopped back. She bucked as if a fire had been lit beneath her plump-cheeked ass.
“Oooh, oooh! God, you’re so big!” she gasped between thrusts as the long, thick cock continued driving between her trembling thighs. “You’re going to make me scream! Ooh, it is so big!” she gasped between thrusts, the soldier’s big testicles flapping between her buttocks.
He laughed and watched her large breasts bounce and shake as he fucked her, driving his long cock into the pubic hairs and pushing her compact body upward to-ward the head of the creaking bed.
“Oooh please, don’t stop! You have such a wonder-fully big penis. It’s been so long since I—ooh, God!” She gasped and then squealed as her lover continued to thrust into her, stroke after powerful stroke. “Oooh, oooh, my God, I can’t hold back! Oooh!”