Seek, Watch, and Enjoy
My wife Tina and I have been married for twelve years. To keep our marriage intact, we work very hard to keep our sex life alive and active. Often, we try different fantasies to excite each other. Sometimes we plan “dates” together and sometimes we role-play our fantasies. Fate played a hand in one of our dates and really changed things for us.
Sometimes Tina catches a taxi and meets me after work at a club where we appear to have just met, having an instant attraction to each other that causes us to leave for a night of hot loving. It’s a hot “one-night-stand” fantasy.
We’ve agreed that it’s perfectly fine to flirt around a bit and dance with others because the little pangs of jealousy add to the experience. Because she is a knockout and can really dress to kill, Tina usually attracts any number of prospective suitors. It’s fun watching her flirt and dance provocatively with other men, and then feel their jealousy when she leaves with me. For that matter, dancing with a few lovely ladies while I’m enjoying Tina’s performance doesn’t hurt either. Tina says she gets a kick out of watching me.
On this occasion we chose a club we’ve been to once or twice and agreed to arrive around nine, flirt with others for a couple of hours, meet and “fall in love” around eleven, and leave about twelve.
Plans don’t always turn out as expected, though. An emergency came up at work that was going to delay me for an indeterminate amount of time. I tried to call Tina at home and apparently just missed her. I tried to rush through the problem and get out of work earlier, but one thing led to another, and it was now ten. Then I tried to call the club to have her paged a couple of times, but the line was busy. So, by the time I got to the club it was after eleven.
The place was pretty crowded, so I grabbed a seat at the bar and looked around for Tina. Pretty soon I spotted her on the dance floor with a guy who was in his mid-twenties and built pretty well. His hands were roaming all over her during a slow, sexy Lou Rawls song. He really seemed excited by her, and I doubt if he realized that she was easily five years older than him— like I said, Tina is a knockout! She was wearing a new outfit that I’d never seen before; a silk scarf accentuating her neck and a sexy white dress with a bare midriff showing off her flat, tanned tummy. It was cut to reveal much of her ample bosom and tantalizing, strong legs. White polka-dotted heels completed the outfit and really set off her gorgeous ass.
Tina seemed to be enjoying herself too, and looked as if she’d had more to drink than usual. I realized that she had recently lost ten pounds, was probably feeling sexier, and that alcohol would affect her more since she’d been dieting.
Her partner was grinding an obvious hard-on into her pelvis, and she was returning the pressure with undisguised pleasure. He kissed her lightly a couple of times, and I’ve never felt so jealous in my life. She didn’t even see me, although several times they danced very close to where I was sitting.
After dancing awhile, they returned to a table where they were laughing and drinking. All the while, his hands were on her. Tina was pretty responsive too. I could see her hand tracing small circles on his thigh, and she had dropped a shoe to trace his ankle with her toe. I couldn’t believe it. The more I watched them, the more excited I became.
Both of us have been Forum readers for about three years and are intrigued by the letters, but I never thought I’d be one of the guys who’d want to see his wife make it with another man. In fact, I’d always thought I’d want to break the guy’s back if he was fooling around with Tina. Yet, here I was, watching them and getting more turned on than I had been in years. I was extremely aroused by the thought of Tina giving this guy the screw of his young life!
Without really thinking it possible, my mind played out various scenarios for getting them together. The guy certainly seemed interested enough, and Tina was acting much bolder than I’d ever seen her before. I’m fairly sure she has never been unfaithful to me, so this was going to be tricky. I thought about prearranging a meeting with her, joining them and inviting the guy back to our apartment for a nightcap to see where it would lead. But I was pretty sure that, bold or not, Tina couldn’t relax enough for a threesome. I concluded that, for the first time at least, Tina would have to take this guy on her own.
With that, the guy got up and went to the men’s room, so I took the opportunity to go to their table and ask Tina to dance. She was a little annoyed, feeling like I’d nearly stood her up, but I explained the emergency and how hard I’d tried to call her, and she accepted it. I asked if she’d been having a good time and I swear she actually blushed. I told her that I’d been watching her with her handsome partner for over a half an hour and, although she played it down, I could see she was very turned on.
She told me that she’d probably spent too much time with this guy because it seemed to be leading him on, but she liked him and didn’t know how to break it off without hurting him. I remarked that she seemed pretty turned on, and she started to deny it, but realized that I knew better and watched me intently.
I reminded her of a time when, in one of our role fantasies, I had played the role of another man and she had been highly aroused—she said that she remembered it very well. I held her very close during our dance so no one else could hear and told her that if she wanted to take this man home it would be okay.
Tina immediately said that she couldn’t. I told her that I could see how aroused this stranger had made her and confessed that it had me turned on too. She continued to protest, but I could feel an involuntary shiver in her, and I could see her nipples go taut against the fabric of her dress as she considered it. I could only imagine how wet she was becoming.
I knew she was getting serious when she asked where I would spend the night if she took him to our apartment. I reassured her, saying that I’d be fine and could probably grab a motel room or something. Really unsure now, Tina repeated that this was fun, but she didn’t think that she could go through with it.
Her new friend was returning to their table, so I told her I’d stick around for another hour or so. I suggested that she get to know him a little better and dance some more. If she decided to take him home, she should remove her scarf. I’d take that as a signal to leave them alone. She would get him to drive her home, invite him in for a drink, and see what happened. If, after an hour, she still had the scarf on, I’d come to her table to be introduced as her husband, meeting her after a late appointment, and leave with her. Thus, she could break it off without hurting him. Tina was unsure but very excited as she returned to her new date’s table.
I returned to the bar, where it hit me that this was our original fantasy, only with a new player. I watched them and danced with a couple of girls myself, but I was so focused on Tina and this stranger, that I was inattentive to the girls I was dancing with. Some faster numbers came up and Tina was dancing more and more provocatively, giving me a quick wink when our eyes met. Tina seemed to be getting extra turned on knowing that I was watching her. Her partner was so intent on watching her body sway that someone could have hit him with a chair and he wouldn’t have known it.
When the hour was up, they were at their table and things seemed pretty intense, but the scarf was still in place, so I began to walk toward them. When I got close, Tina smiled with a faraway look and slipped the scarf from her lovely neck. As I passed her, I gave her a sly pat on the shoulder and was glad to be wearing a jacket to cover my bulging erection. In fact, I thought that people might be able to hear my heart as it pounded when I left the club.
I was left with the task of finding a place to spend the night, fantasizing about Tina and her new lover. I didn’t even know his name. I started driving toward a motel near our home when it occurred to me that I could double my pleasure by staying quietly in our guest room and catching some of the action.
I parked a couple of blocks away from our apartment and slipped into our guest room to wait. After about an hour, I was beginning to think they might have gone to his place when I heard them enter our living room. After a long silence during which I presume they shared a long, wet kiss, I heard Tina say, “Would you like a drink, Dale?” She fixed the drinks while he put the stereo on low, and I could hear them laughing and talking between stretches of silence. A couple of times I thought I heard sucking noises. Then I heard some low moans from Tina that I knew were real. After a few more moments, I heard Tina making some soft protests, almost like she was trying to convince herself to back off. I could hear Dale talking in soft, reassuring tones, then it got quiet again. Later I heard Tina mumble something about the bedroom.
I was hoping for this, since the mirror in the guest room reflects the bedroom if the doors are left open. If I was careful I could watch the whole thing. I’d never been a Peeping Tom before. This was a night of new experiences. I nearly blew it, but stifled my gasp as they went into the bedroom. Dale, clad only in briefs, was carrying Tina, who was wearing a push-up bra and crotchless panties.
At this point, my jealous feelings were so strong that I wondered if I could bear to watch them and, at the same time, I couldn’t take my eyes off them. They were locked in a passionate kiss and nearly fell on the bed. Tina let out what was almost a scream when Dale began to lick her pussy right through the crotchless panties. He sucked her for long minutes as she bucked, moaned, and tossed her head.
Soon she told him that she wanted to taste him too, so she pulled off his briefs and they got into a 69 position. His cock was shorter than mine, but thicker. Tina took him in right to the balls and sucked him for a long time until his body went stiff; I knew he had come. I never saw Tina swallow semen before and didn’t really see it this time either, but she must have because she kept on sucking him until he was hard again.
He pushed his cock into her hot mouth until he announced that he couldn’t stand it anymore and had to ram it into her wet, pulsing pussy. As he pulled out of her mouth Tina was writhing and saying, “Yes, I want you in me now!” She gasped as he entered her. She kept chanting, “Yes, yes” over and over as their passion mounted. And finally they both came so hard that Dale had to grab the headboard for balance.
After a few minutes of afterglow, I could hear Tina begin to cry softly, and I wondered if this guy had hurt her or if this had been a bad idea. Dale asked what was wrong. She said that he was going to think she was silly, but she had never been with another man in the twelve years that she’d been married and she felt guilty.
He said that he didn’t think she was silly at all, that her husband was a lucky man, and he felt almost blessed that she had chosen to be with him tonight. He wiped her tears away with a soft kiss and very slowly began making love to her again. Tina forgot her tears and fears and began to respond with low moans, moving her body.
Their passion built slowly for a while, and soon Tina got on top of Dale and became really demanding. She guided his manhood into her and pumped like a wild woman. I could see tracks of wetness streaming down her thighs as she pumped him and made primal noises low in her throat. When they came, so did I—which was weird, because I hadn’t even realized that I’d been masturbating as I watched them.
Dale had come inside her, and she was slick with it when she finally got off him. I remember hoping that she hadn’t forgotten her birth control pills. Dale certainly got a better cleanup than I did, because Tina went to the bathroom and returned with a warm washcloth and towel. She washed and dried him tenderly, and they lay quietly holding each other, talking softly for a good half hour.
I must have fallen asleep then, because I woke up to hear Dale leaving and see the sun was coming up. To my surprise, Tina, wearing a soft peach kimono, came into the guest room and bent down to kiss me. I was too startled to move, but I sure kissed back. She told me that when she started making love the second time she heard something in the guest room and realized that I was there. Instead of being embarrassed or angry at being spied on, she said it really turned her on that I was watching her fuck this man, and she really went wild. She said she wished she had been able to see my face as she washed Dale afterward.
She also said that she had feelings for him. It wasn’t love, and she wouldn’t let him threaten our relationship, but that she wanted to see him again, perhaps on a regular basis.
I said that it was okay with me and asked how she felt about threesomes. She didn’t think she was ready for that, but would keep it in the back of her mind for a while. She said that I should consider developing a safe outside relationship to spice things up, and that she would help me by having more “dates” with me to see what might turn up.
A month or so later, we found a beautiful young girl for me, and about once a month we see our respective lovers. We also continue to role-play and date each other from time to time. I get to eat my cake and have it too. I don’t miss the piece that Dale eats (figuratively and literally). In fact, it has become part of the icing for the rest of the cake. If we desire new lovers after a while, we’re open enough to find new ones. We’re both happier than ever.—G.L., Los Angeles, California
STUDY BUDDIES
When I was a graduate student in college, I spent a lot of time on the fifth floor of the library. It was the top floor of the building, and hardly anybody studied there. I liked the quiet and the privacy.
One day I was deeply absorbed in my studies when a young man sat in the carrel in front of me. I wasn’t really aware of his presence until I leaned down to get a pencil from my bookbag, which was on the floor. It was then I noticed a small hand-held mirror pointed directly at my crotch. I was wearing a miniskirt, so he must have gotten a pretty good view. I clamped my knees together and sat up straight in my chair. I was shocked and a little disgusted, but I was also a little intrigued, so I didn’t say anything. He sensed that he’d been caught, and left almost immediately. At first I thought I would report him to university security, but as the days went by I began to feel less disgusted and more intrigued. The next week I went back to the fifth floor, half hoping that he would show up.
I hadn’t seen his face, only a glimpse of his jeans and T-shirt when he rushed off. Still, I recognized him when he returned. He was sitting in exactly the same carrel and there was an air of expectancy about him. He had his face inside a book, but that was okay; I didn’t really want to know what he looked like. I sat down and got busy with my schoolwork.
After a while I glanced down and saw the mirror in his hand. I parted my legs ever so slightly. I was getting aroused as I imagined this stranger looking up my dress. I spread my legs a little farther apart and sat back a little in my chair so he could really get a look. I wondered if he could see my pussy swelling up inside my panties. After a while, I put my hands on my knees and moved my skirt up, very slowly. I didn’t want to scare him off. I pushed it up to my upper thighs and sat there, just letting him look.
The next day I went back to the fifth floor. This time I was prepared. I wore a short black skirt, stockings, garters, and no panties. But when I got to my carrel, he wasn’t there. I sat down to read, but all I could think about was the mysterious young man with the mirror. I could feel the elastic of the garters stretched against my thighs. I was already getting wet, thinking about how I would look to him, my wet box framed in his little mirror.
Finally he arrived, I stared at my book, pretending not to notice him. I knew that this anonymity was part of our game. When he had his mirror out, I spread my legs and heard him gasp. I could feel my pussy opening up like petals on a flower as he gazed. I hitched up my skirt and sat on my hands, propping myself forward. I wondered what would happen if somebody else came up to the fifth floor, but this thought only excited me more.
The next day I wore the same outfit. He was there when I arrived. I made a big show of unpacking my bookbag, opening up my books, arranging my notebooks and pencils, all the while making him wait for me. When I sat down, I lifted my skirt all the way up so my bare ass was on the hard chair. I was already leaving a wet spot where I sat.
After a few moments I realized he was no longer using a mirror. Instead he was kneeling on the floor, his face still hidden under the carrel, looking directly at my wet, excited snatch. I spread my knees and waited. Everything was quiet. Then I heard him whisper, “Close your eyes.” I closed them. Then he said, “Touch yourself.” I rubbed my clit and put my fingers up my snatch. I could almost feel his breath on my pussy, which made me even more excited than my hands. Just before I was about to come, he gently moved my hands away. I gripped the chair, agonizing, moving my ass on the seat, trying to come. I waited and waited, breathing hard as he looked at my juicy box. Finally I felt his mouth on my pussy. His tongue darted expertly over my clit, his hands holding my legs apart, his lips working over my lips until I came. My whole body shuddered violently with pleasure.
I never saw him after that. I went back to the fifth floor time and time again, but he never returned. Still, I always sat in the same carrel—and I never wore any underwear, just in case.—J. V., Atlanta, Georgia
THREE’S COMPANY AFTER THE HONEYMOON
Connie and I were married this year. The most exciting thing in the world to me is to cause her to have a stimulating, mindblowing, earthshaking orgasm. One night, after watching an X-rated video, we went to bed and started talking about our fantasies. Connie told me that her favorite fantasy was to have two men in bed with her at the same time. I then revealed to her that one of my fantasies was to see her in bed with another man, watching her get a huge cock put inside her beautiful little snatch. We laughed and talked about it a little longer.
Later, we spoke more about this, and I told her that if we really wanted to, I could set this up. I told her about an old friend of mine, Michael.
Michael has been married for ten years now and has a family. The good thing about him is that he has a huge cock. We continued to talk and decided that if we could find a way to set this up we would go ahead and try. I found it hard to believe that this was a fantasy of mine because I’m probably the most jealous person in the world—with good cause. My wife is five feet eleven inches, with blond hair, blue eyes, big beautiful breasts and the greatest body.
When I went to see Michael, I showed him a photo of Connie. He commented that Connie had a nice set of tits and that she looked like a model. I knew then that this was going to be easy. In virtually no time, Michael and I had everything set up.
It took place on a Saturday. Connie and I went to dinner and had a few drinks. When we got home I had a big bottle of wine chilled. I told Connie that this was going to be a night to remember. Connie had taken off her dress and was wearing her matching black silk bra and panties with her black garter belt and black stockings. She also had on a black silk robe that barely reached the bottom of her very sexy ass. We turned out all the lights in the house and lit some candles. I had made sure to plan this evening very carefully so it would flow perfectly.
We continued to drink wine. The more we drank, the more we talked about sex—our desires and fantasies. Just knowing what was in store for us gave me the biggest, hottest hard-on that I’ve ever experienced. It was obvious that Connie was getting hot too. As she spoke of her fantasy of making it with two guys, she would occasionally reach down to touch her moist panties.
It was about nine that evening when the doorbell rang; Michael was right on time. Connie asked me to see who it was. I looked to see, acting as though I was not expecting anyone, and yelled out, “It’s Michael!”
Connie started to put her dress back on, but I was able to convince her not to put any more clothes on, but to just have fun teasing Michael. She was very agreeable to this. When Michael came in, I went to get him a drink and I watched Connie go into the living room to greet him. She was wearing just her slinky, silky lingerie. Michael’s hard-on sprang up almost immediately. Michael’s cock is rather large, and I noticed that Connie could hardly take her eyes off his gigantic bulge.
We sat down and talked, mainly about sex. Somehow the subject of cock size came up and Connie said, “Let’s have a contest. Whoever has the largest cock gets to remove my panties and show me just what good fucking feels like!” She said that the second-place winner was to watch and wait his turn. At this point we were all excited, because it was obvious that Michael’s large cock was going to be the winner. Off to the bedroom we went.
Connie took off her robe, then Michael helped remove her panties. When they got in bed, Connie started to suck Michael off. Her hands looked very small as she grasped his cock. She was dripping hot as Michael slowly moved his fingers in and out of her pussy. Then Connie pulled Michael on top of her and between her legs. My heart was pounding with excitement. Connie reached down and guided Michael’s huge cock up to her wet pussy. Her face winced with pleasure as Michael slowly introduced himself to her. After his full penetration was complete, their bodies moved together with a very fluid motion.
I came just watching them copulate. They continued screwing for about thirty-five minutes. I went to the end of the bed and enjoyed every in-and-out stroke of Michael’s cock. Connie moaned almost every time he went in! All of a sudden, Connie’s body started to quiver and become very rigid, as did Michael’s. I was able to watch them both have the biggest orgasms that I’ve ever seen in my entire life. They jerked and moaned, and as Michael came inside Connie’s pussy, I could see that not only did his cock fill her up, but his hot creamy juices flowed outside her pussy. While he moved in and out, I could see his come oozing from her pussy.
All the excitement caused me to get stiff again, and I wanted to get some of the action. I moved in close so that Connie could give me some head. Michael was so hot that he never lost his hard-on, so he continued to grind his big cock in and out of Connie’s tight little pussy. I never knew that my wife was so talented. She handled the two of us very well. Within about fifteen minutes we all came again.
I think we were so excited having this threesome for the first time that it caused us all to have multiple orgasms. I wouldn’t suggest this arrangement to someone with heart problems. But Connie and I just can’t wait to experience it again!—T.L., Bangor, Maine
STARRY, STARRY NIGHT
It was nearly dusk, a starry night, and the Jacuzzi was steaming as Al and I sat enjoying our wine. Al went inside and poured me another glass. Then he said he was going out for a while, but that I should sit back and enjoy myself.
I kicked back, enjoying the night and the wine. When I looked around me, everything was dark except for a faint red glow coming from our bedroom window just across the deck. Then there was another soft glow and another. Our bedroom was filled with shadows and colors reflecting off the wall. I looked up to the window and saw a shadow moving about. It seemed that Al was undressing, but all I could make out were shadows reflecting against the mirrors and walls in the bedroom. It was even more mysterious because of the steam coming up from the Jacuzzi.
I briefly considered going inside to join him but decided to sit back and enjoy the show. He was very clever about it all. Every once in a while he seemed to glance my way, but he never stopped his act.
He was undressed now and on all fours, on the bed. Then he was on his knees, on the bed. Soon he was holding his cock in his hand. Then he turned ever so slightly, and everything changed—kind of. Now I could see him stroking his shaft, but I could also see another shadow that looked just like him, his shadow on the wall.
Now the entire wall was a shadow of Al stroking himself for me. I could see his head tilt back, his hand on his shaft, stroking slowly. It must have felt very good to him. Especially since he knew I was watching.
His cock was all I could see now. He has the biggest tool I’ve ever seen. It filled the entire wall. It appeared to be four feet long, and his hand was slowly working its way up and down his long dick. He began stroking faster—his ass jiggling and his mouth open. He was stroking faster and faster until streams of juice was all I could see.—J.A., Phoenix, Arizona
THE ORAL EXAM
I never thought I would qualify for a “My letter was printed in forum” T-shirt, since after several years of almost perfect wedded bliss, I was convinced my marriage would remain monogamous forever. Then the most incredible thing happened on the last evening of our vacation in Puerto Rico.
I was sitting at the beach bar of the vacation condo where we were staying, sipping rum and Cokes while my wife waded in the clear waters of San Juan. Ellen was engaged in conversation with two men and a very attractive young woman. This woman stood out more than my equally lovely wife, because each gentle wave revealed her beautifully formed, naked breasts.
I was content to stare at her until the two men came to the bar and joined a third man seated beside me. They must have all been new arrivals, as I had not seen them before. One was a fair redheaded young man, one was dark with curly hair, and the third was a quiet muscular man.
Red and Curly were very excited and spoke animatedly. Their voices grew louder, and I could hear part of their conversation. Pointing to the women in the water, they told the third man, whom they called Phil, of their good fortune in running into a girl they had known in school. When they claimed she had given the most exquisite blowjobs to a great many of the senior class males, my interest in her was piqued. I have always considered my wife unsurpassed in that category and am naturally interested in anyone who can possibly compete with her talents.
Red and Curly delighted in telling Phil of the woman’s escapades, including the time they witnessed her suck off six men at a friend’s bachelor party while her girlfriend fucked the bridegroom. Curly said that although she worshiped cock, and they had often enjoyed her hand jobs and oral ministrations, they knew of no one who had fucked her. Now that she had promised to meet them later, they were hopeful they would “get it all”. They were anxious to go buy a couple of bottles and get set up in their room.
Phil was invited to join them in apartment B-10 after they got things going. They felt sure the girl wouldn’t object once the party got started. But Red cautioned Phil not to come in too early. “Look in first and make sure things are well under way before you attempt to join us.” He added, “Don’t blow it!” and the three left, laughing at the pun.
The sun was setting when Ellen joined me, and we moved to a nearby table. We had drinks and sandwiches while watching the beautiful sunset. Even though I made no mention of the conversation I overheard at the bar, it was foremost in my mind.
Later, when I invited Ellen to go for a long walk on the beach, she told me she wanted to shower and do some last-minute shopping. She went back to our room, and I went walking alone.
San Juan has a seven-mile stretch of beautiful, sandy beach. I walked until it got dark, then I turned around and headed for apartment B-10. I had a stiff cock just thinking of the action that might be going on there.
I approached the apartment patio, and could hear the drone of the air conditioners and music as I tried to conceal myself behind the giant leaves of the tropical plants. The sliding glass doors heading in from the patio were closed, but the drapes had been left open. As I moved to a better position, I could see clearly into the studio. The redhaired man stood with a drink in his hand in front of the couch talking to my wife. What was she doing there?
Curly walked into view and served Red and Ellen new drinks. Then he sat on the couch beside Ellen. They talked, laughed and drank. Both men wore only bathing suits, and my wife had changed into a pair of shorts and a halter. As they talked, Curly nonchalantly rested his hand on Ellen’s thigh. She did not protest. After a few minutes, Curly must have hit paydirt. Ellen’s facial expression changed; she closed her eyes, licked her lips and parted her thighs. He had worked his hand to her pantyless crotch.
As if on cue, Red’s bathing suit dropped to the floor and he stepped forward. Ellen opened her eyes and her mouth, and engulfed Red’s semi-erect cock.
My jaw dropped open. I was suddenly struck by the revelation that Ellen was the girl they had been talking about! She had been sucking dick all those years before I met her, and loving it!
Ellen took Curly’s rod out of his trunks and stroked it while she sucked on Red’s fully erect cock. She stopped momentarily, took Curly’s pre-come, coated Red’s shaft with it, and resumed licking and sucking. Curly stood up beside Red, letting his trunks slip off, and Ellen alternated between them. She licked the sensitive underside of their balls while she pumped both cocks, desperately trying to make them spurt the cream she loves so much. When Red’s first burst hit the floor, he immediately received Ellen’s full attention as she sucked his cockhead in her mouth, trying to squeeze out every last drop.
Someone moved outside. I stepped back and hid. It was Phil. He walked to the patio and stood by the window, looking into the room and blocking my view. He stood there rubbing his crotch through his shorts, inspired by the action inside. After a few minutes, he walked out of sight and around to the front. I moved back to where I could see what was going on inside.
They had moved to the bed. Ellen lay naked on her back, sucking off Curly as he knelt by her head. Red lay on his belly, his head between her legs, eating pussy. Ellen worked frantically, trying to coax the cream from Curly’s cock.
Phil walked into the room. He had stripped, and stood there watching them. Ellen didn’t notice him until he changed places with Red. Curly ejaculated as Ellen looked up, trying to figure out who belonged to the extra body. Caught off-guard, she tried to catch as much come as she could in her mouth. Then she rubbed the jet of cream that had hit her breasts into her body and licked her fingers. She said something and smiled.
Phil climbed on her and started fucking her hard and fast. Ellen closed her eyes and Curly put his soft cock back in her mouth. He stroked her head softly while he watched Phil pump her.
Red said something and Phil, without pulling out, rolled over so that Ellen was on top of him. With her breasts flattened against his chest, they glued their mouths together and continued fucking.
Red was stroking Ellen’s back and buttocks. He bent down and started kissing and licking her ass cheeks. She parted her legs and ground her pelvis into Phil.
Red then knelt between her legs and started jerking himself off with his cock between Ellen’s cheeks. Ellen writhed between the two men. Her head began moving from side to side and her eyes were closed tightly. Red held Ellen’s hips and started thrusting. Red’s body stiffened. Then he collapsed on top of Ellen, drained of energy. They were all motionless. Finally, the forgotten Curly moved Red aside, and as soon as Ellen rolled off Phil, Curly mounted her, fucking furiously. Phil and Red left the bed and watched them from the couch. Curly didn’t last very long. He lay still as Ellen got out from under him. When she got up and started dressing, I cut out.
I rushed to our room, stripped, and climbed into bed. Confused thoughts reeled in my head. It seemed forever before Ellen arrived. When I heard her enter the room, I feigned sleep.
She came to the bed immediately and removed her clothes. Breathing heavily, she bent over me and kissed me on the mouth. Ellen tasted of liquor and semen. Her body smelled of sex. My erection grew as she peeled back the sheets and took my cock in her mouth. Then she straddled my head and pressed her sopping pussy against my face. She rubbed her cunt harder against my mouth until I stuck my tongue into her wet pussy. As soon as I did that, Ellen came violently, soaking my face with juices. I started coming so much it hurt. My balls emptied gobs of cream into her mouth. She kept sucking long after I was empty.
She got up from our 69 position, swung around, and sat on my semi-erect cock. It slid easily into her slippery pussy and grew hard as she moved against it. Hundreds of sexual thoughts assaulted my mind. I couldn’t believe how insatiable she had become.
We haven’t discussed that night, and I don’t know if Ellen has any idea what I witnessed. Twice since our return from Puerto Rico, Ellen has come home late after “going out with her girlfriends.” She is still very horny when she gets home, and comes straight to bed. It’s obvious to me she’s been freshly fucked, but it turns her on when we have sex like this more than at any other time.—S.R., Portland, Oregon