Candy and I had been going out for about a month when I ran into Carter. The first thing he asked me was how I liked dating a hot number like Candy. He made some remark about her being a real woman in bed.
I got mad. I knew Carter normally bedded every girl he dated, but I was certain it had been different with Candy. Candy was actually very straitlaced. She didn’t drink, she didn’t smoke and I could not imagine her using a four-letter word. We had talked about sex, and I believed Candy when she told me she was a virgin. I didn’t believe a word of Carter’s macho bragging.
Carter looked at me like I’d just fallen off the turnip truck, laughed and said, “You’re just as naive as ever. You go ahead and marry Candy if you want to, that’s your business, not mine. But I can’t believe you actually believe Candy is a virgin.”
I was really mad then. Candy and I were married six months later, and I was so put out that I didn’t even invite Carter to our wedding. She and I hadn’t had sex, and I hadn’t bothered to tell Candy the awful things Carter had said about her.
On our wedding night, I was prepared to take it slow and gentle with my new bride. I was not very experienced, but I knew enough to understand that a woman’s first time can be painful.
After lengthy foreplay I rolled on a rubber, added lubricant to it and entered her. I expected to encounter a barrier, or a least a very tight, difficult entry. Instead I slid right in. She wasn’t loose, but Candy was clearly no virgin.
It didn’t change my feelings for her, though. Candy wasn’t a virgin, but being inside her was sheer heaven. In fact it felt too good: I didn’t last three minutes. Poor Candy barely had time to start to get into it when I filled the rubber with come.
I could tell it had been a letdown to her, but she tried to pretend it had been fine. After recovering, I rolled on another condom and made love to her again. I lasted longer my second time, but I still didn’t get her off.
After we showered the next morning, my new bride showed me she wasn’t lacking in experience in another way also. She took me in her mouth and nearly made my eyeballs pop out from the incredible sensations she gave me. In nothing flat I came, and Candy expertly swallowed every drop.
We got along fabulously as a married couple. She was definitely the wonderful wife I thought she would be. In our time together we’ve never had a single argument.
Carter had told me, though, that Candy was multi-orgasmic, and she would come so hard she would nearly black out at times. Try as I might I could not get her to climax. I used my tongue on her for hours on end, but I couldn’t make her come. Candy always told me it was fine, but I wondered if it really was.
We’d been married just over a year when I decided to approach her with an idea. I’d read in
Penthouse Letters
about men who enjoyed sharing their wives with other men. I wondered if some well-hung stud might be able to sexually satisfy my wife. I wasn’t sure I would like it very much, but I was willing to do it for her.
It was awkward bringing the subject up. I finally did, though, telling Candy I had this kinky, perverted fantasy about seeing and hearing her with another man. At first Candy seemed hurt, but I quickly convinced her that I wasn’t trying to get rid of her, and that I loved her as much as ever. My wife said I was the only man she needed, but I noticed, when we went into the bedroom, that her panties were sopping wet in the crotch.
I wasn’t sure whether to bring up the subject to Candy again or not. But then, two nights later, Candy herself said, “Hinckley, when you brought up the idea of my being with another man were you just talking, or did you actually mean it?” I told her I had meant every word of it. Candy thought for a minute, then she replied, “Okay, if that’s what you want, then I’ll do it.”
Candy told me she already knew who she wanted it to be. I should have realized who, but I didn’t see it coming. When she said, “Carter,” I froze. I pretended to have no problem with her choice, but I sure wished she’d picked someone else. We talked about which of us would approach him. I insisted I be the one. I didn’t relish doing it, but I wanted to talk to him first. We then made love. She was really hot and wet, but I still didn’t cause her to climax.
I called Carter, met him for a couple of drinks and finally summoned the courage to tell him what it was about. He smiled and said, “Can’t satisfy her, can you, Hinckley? I told you Candy was too much woman for you.”
We decided that Candy and I would meet Carter for dinner the next evening. We had a good meal at a nice restaurant. Our conversation was cordial, but it avoided what we all knew would happen later. There was a definite air of sexual tension. Candy and Carter openly flirted, there was a lot of eye contact between them and several times he put his hand on hers.
After dinner we went to a nightclub. Carter and I ordered mixed drinks, Candy a Coke. They headed for the dance floor before the drinks ever came. Things really began heating up as they danced. After their second dance, I watched Carter give Candy a kiss that lasted and lasted and lasted. In the hour and a half we were there they never once returned to the table. When we headed for our house, Candy rode in the front seat with Carter.
Once we were in the house they were ready for action. I’d never seen my wife so hot. She and Carter practically tore each other’s clothes off in our bedroom. Once they were naked they fell on the bed together. Candy was sighing and moaning, begging Carter to put his cock in her. She rolled over on her back, Carter on top of her, and he sank his massive cock in her hole. Almost immediately, I saw my wife finally go over the top. She shuddered, oohed and moaned as she climaxed. As she did so, Carter’s balls twitched, and his hip muscles clenched. Watching my wife in orgasm as my friend blasted her cunt full of his hot sperm, I filled my undershorts with wet, sticky come. They shuddered, moaned and kissed passionately.
Finally they just lay still. Weak-kneed, I slumped to the floor. I felt jealousy, but I also felt grateful to Carter for satisfying my deserving wife’s sexual needs.
After resting briefly, Carter withdrew and dismounted Candy. She snuggled into his arms and they began kissing. Carter was very quickly hard again. He lay on his back, and Candy swung her legs over him and settled her crotch down on his. I could see milky come gush back out of Candy’s cunt as she settled down on his massive dick. My wife bit her lower lip and closed her eyes as she settled on Carter’s cock. It was easy to see that his cock did things to her that mine could not. She leaned forward and began undulating her hips, stirring Carter’s prick around in her mushy cunt. Candy lowered her breasts to Carter’s chest, and his hands cupped her gorgeous butt. Soon they were hunching each other madly.
They again reached climax in perfect unison. My wife threw her head back, moaning loudly as he orgasmed and Carter pumped his second load of hot sperm up into her body. She then relaxed and lay prone on Carter’s body.
I wound up sleeping on the couch that night. Carter slept with Candy in our bed. Twice more I heard her cries of ecstasy as Carter serviced her in our bed.
The next morning I heard the shower running, and went to the bathroom. I jacked off as I watched Carter fuck her in the shower. She had a very strong orgasm just as Carter blasted off inside her cunt. I splattered my load in the toilet as I watched my friend plant yet another load of his creamy seed in my wife’s belly.
After Carter left, Candy was in a better mood than I’d ever seen her. She’s always cheerful, but that morning she was exuberant. It was obvious that Carter had given her just what she needed. She thanked me over and over.
To show her appreciation, she dropped to her knees, unzipped my trousers and fished out my prick. When I felt my wife’s warm, sweet mouth envelop my prick, my eyes closed and I was instantly hard. In only seconds I spurted.
Candy stood up, licked her lips, smiled and said, “Delicious, as usual.” She then gave me a kiss, my own sperm still very much on her breath.
Carter came over again that night, and the next. In fact, he became a regular visitor to our house. I would watch him fuck my dear, sweet wife. Candy always climaxed in unison with Carter, and I would beat off, timing my orgasm with theirs. I would shoot my wad in a tissue as I watched Carter blast my wife’s cunt full of creamy come.
After Carter left, Candy always gave me an unbelievably satisfying blowjob.
Candy admitted she craved the sex he gave her, but said she was sure plenty of men could satisfy her just as well. We discussed it, and she decided to call another guy she’d once dated. Candy said Dave was well-built and good-looking. She’d never slept with him, but she’d heard from a girlfriend of hers that Dave was really hung.
Candy called Dave, and two nights later I watched him fuck my wife. Dave screwed Candy twice, and then left. I had already jacked off, but I got in bed with Candy after he was gone. She felt unusually loose, but the feeling of Dave’s slick come on my dick was exquisite. I humped her awhile, and then Candy had me pull out.
When I did, she instantly engulfed my slimy cock with her mouth. She didn’t seem to mind at all that the prick was coated with a slimy mixture of her juices and Dave’s come. In less than thirty seconds she gulped down my cream load. We then cuddled and fell asleep.
A couple of weeks later Candy added George as a lover. He was another old flame of hers. My wife has had from one to four steady lovers ever since. Sometimes I watch, and other times she tells me about her liaisons later. After her lovers leave she usually sucks me off before we go to sleep. Other times I fuck Candy after she’s been with one of her studs. Her pussy always feels exquisitely soft and velvety, all slick with oily come, when I do that.
For the last two months, my wife has been exclusively seeing a very good-looking black man. It’s her first experience with a man of another race. Hugh is a big man, standing about six-three and weighing well over two hundred. He has well-toned muscles, and the darkest skin I’ve ever seen. Candy met him through a mutual friend a little over two months ago, and I could detect a certain twinkle in her eye as she told me about him.
“You want to fuck him, don’t you?” I asked.
My wife nodded, but she immediately said, “But I won’t if you don’t want me to, Hinckley. I admit I want to have sex with Hugh, but you know I’d never do anything without your permission. I’d never run around behind your back, and I’d never sleep with a man you told me you didn’t want me to.”
I nodded, patted her knee and replied, “You know I would never refuse you what you wanted, sweetheart. If you want Hugh, then I’m all for it. Whatever makes you happy is what I want.”
Candy squealed in delight, threw her arms around my neck and hugged me. Five minutes later she was dialing the phone number Hugh had written on a napkin for her. Twenty minutes later Hugh was at our door.
It was nearly ten o’clock, and the kids were already in bed. If my wife has a man over earlier in the evening, I watch the kids while she entertains her gentleman friend in our bedroom. If it is later, I often watch.
We went to our bedroom, and they began making out. When they had undressed, they stood there admiring each other. Rising to full hardness was a cock that would have put even Carter’s to shame. It was not only longer than Carter’s, it was much thicker. I wondered if it would even fit inside her.
They got on the bed, made out some more and played with each other’s privates with their hands. Candy sucked in a gasp of air as Hugh’s mighty cockhead began parting her pussy lips. He managed to split them apart, and nudged the head inside. Then I watched as my wife’s vaginal opening slowly dilated and accepted more and more of his prick inside. Even then it would not all fit. There appeared to be a good two inches of his meat left when he bottomed out inside her. My wife moaned and squirmed, and her breathing became rapid and shallow as she got used to him.
Very slowly at first, very gently, Hugh began working it in and out of her pussy. Hugh was a big, powerful man, but he had a slow, gentle nature about him. I saw him gazing down at Candy’s face, watching her expression, seeing how she was doing as he began fucking her. Like a powerful locomotive, he slowly and surely began picking up steam. It took him a full ten minutes before he really began putting it to her.
When he finally did, though, Hugh gave it to Candy like she’d never had it before. The other lovers she’d had were just boys compared to Hugh. I watched her wrap her legs around him, her creamy white skin contrasting so strongly with his. Her white fingers clutched his black back. Candy’s eyes were shut tightly. Her breath came in snorting puffs.
As her orgasm neared, I saw her feet and legs raking up and down the outside of Hugh’s thighs and calves. She was on her back, but she seemed to be riding up at his body as he rode hers.
As Hugh neared his peak he groaned, “I’m about to come, Candy. Let me come.”
That set off her own climax. “Yes, do it! Do it!” she cried out in a loud, clear voice. “Come in me, Hugh! Do it, baby! Oh, do it! I want your sperm in me!” she cried out. Hearing my wife begging for her black friend to fill her with his seed had me ready to come also. Candy’s butt flew up off the bed and her groin hunched at his cock as she shuddered in orgasm.
Hugh spasmed, and I could see his balls twitching as they delivered their precious load. I saw excess semen gush back out as it overflowed her hole. I whimpered and lost my load also. My prick squirted come as I watched Hugh pump jet after jet of his sperm deep into my wife’s body. Candy’s eyes flashed open. She gazed back up at him with a wondrous, satisfied look before plastering her mouth on his. Their snow-white and coal-black bodies seemed to meld into one as they groaned, shuddered, shook and finally lay serenely still.
She’s been seeing Hugh nearly every night for over two months now, but I feel no fear of losing her to him. Candy also knows she is in no danger of my leaving her. We are a perfect match. Other guys may plant some seeds in my wife’s fertile garden, but I know I will reap the fruit in the end.—
H.D., La Salle, Illinois