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Away enough from town not to be distributed but close enough to walk to the pub. We had been for a few drinks and had started to head back, feeling sexy and ready for the hot tub. Having already been there for one night we knew the road wasn't busy and very dark. We also knew there was a cut out in a hedge, and had a pretty good idea where is was even in the dark, so why wait to get home. We found what we were looking for and walking through lit by our phone lights were excited to find a bench in a field, dimly lit by the moon. We sat down and started to kiss, we knew what we both wanted and didn't waste time. Hubby unzipped the back of my dress pulling it down and I removed my bra and hubby dropped his pants to his knees and we started heavy petting, he felt and sucked my tits while I played with his cock. I lifted my arse off the seat and hubby pulled down my panties and begin to finger me to my first cum. It's at this point we became aware that we may have someone watching us. We whispered plans of do we leave or carry on? We decided if there is someone there then they have pretty much seen everything they can so let's carry on. Hubby knelt between my legs and I inched forward and lifted my dress up so if we were being watched they had a good view. Hubby fingered and licked me to another orgasm and we heard the sound of movement in the dark. Hubby stood up and I took his cock in my mouth, sucking hungrily and wrapping my tongue around his fat head. He pulled me up, turned me around, and I knelt on the bench leaning over the back. Hubby lifted my dress exposing my arse and open pussy to our possible watcher. Hubby took his place behind me and pushed in deep before picking up the pace, fucking me hard. We cum together, hubby pulling out and spraying my arse as I gush over his balls. It's at that point the realization of what we were doing hit. I stood, pulled my dress top up as hubby fixed his pants and zipped me up, and we found our way out of the field to head home. It wasn't until we got home and sat in the hot tub we realized I had left my bra and panties (nice ones as well) on the bench. We headed back the next morning to pick them up. The bra was there but the panties were gone. So we can only assume that we were watched and now whoever it was now owns a pair of my worn panties.

Several years ago on a trip to San Onofre state park on Trail 6, where we went a lot, we had an out of the ordinary experience. After being there about two hours and talking to and flirting with many couples and men, we were laying out sunbathing in the nude (it is a public nudist beach). Tits suddenly had to pee. Normally she would go down to the water, wade out, and pee while she sunned her tits. So when she jumped up and went to the little canyon by Trail 6 I was surprised. She said keep an eye on our stuff and disappeared around corner while all the voyeurs watched her huge tits bounce up and down. After about five minutes or so I decided to walk over but never out of sight of our spot. I walked to the little canyon and saw her holding on to wall while the guy she just been flirting with in the water was sliding his huge cock in and out with force. Tits was enjoying it, her big tits swinging back and forth. I got hard instantly. I did not want to stand there jacking off at the mouth of this canyon because there were other people in there watching them and fucking themselves. I went back to the towels and waited. After a few more minutes she came out and back to towels. I was laying on my stomach, and when she got there and laid down I asked her: Did you enjoy your “pee”? About that time, Robbie, I found out later, came out of cyn with his now soft but still long cock swinging. I told her I am glad your friend there could help you out. She started to deny it, but then stopped and said it just happened. She had to pee and he was watching and had such a big cock (10”) she could not resist. I asked her did it feel good? She said: Oh hell yessssss! Now I am about 6.5", sooo what can I say? One thing it took me awhile to get her to do is not sneak, but she said it added to the excitement. She usually told me afterwards, usually while we were fucking. But some took awhile like when her boss Rick was fucking her for a promotion and then to keep her promotion he made her fuck him after work at warehouse on Friday. She did not tell me about them until his wife caught them and she got fired. That when I found out she fucked four other bosses and my huge-cocked friend Rod. In that case I was at work. He stopped by with coffee and they ended up fucking on couch. He loved her big tits and shaved pussy. We had partied together, but I did not know she was fucking him on the side. His cock was 11” and as big around as a coke can. I loved watching them fuck while he sucked me. But back to Robbie. She introduced him to me a few weeks later and he laid out with us at the beach. He laid on her right side and I laid on her left side so she could stroke our cocks. After I came, I told him to mount her from behind, and after he got his big cock in, to pretend he was putting on sunscreen on her back and rubbing her shoulders. Tits told me later that she could not believe he fucked her on beach and nobody knew!! I had to tell her every single guy there was watching and jacking off, did not fool anyone lol. It might have been her screaming lol!

We weren't new to finding my wife a new fuck toy. We had enjoyed a threesome with a friend twice before. So when we decided it was time for another, we headed into the city to find her a new man. I directed her preparations, getting her dressed in a black, wrap-around dress, sheer black pantyhose, and high heels. She doesn't need a bra even though her breasts are very full. So naturally, we left that out. I had her lay back on our bed and spread her legs. I took a pair of scissors and carefully cut away the crotch of her pantyhose to expose her shaven pussy. Unable to help myself, I buried my face in there for a few minutes, just to get the heat going. We caught a cab into town and went to a fancy restaurant. With her beautiful long black hair, sparkling eyes, and smiling face, there she was, seeming so demure in this respectable place. I thought of her exposed pussy while we ate and discussed where to go looking for her extra man. We decided that a strip club would be a good place since the men would already be in the right frame of mind and less likely to be shocked by our intended proposal. It took us a few different clubs before we found one that seemed suitable, and we settled down to watch. As men moved around the club, I could see my wife checking them over, looking for one she liked. It didn't take long before she pointed out a man to me. He was sitting right in front of the catwalk watching the strippers perform, though I noticed him stealing glances at my wife from time to time. While it's not unheard of for couples to be in such a club, there were no other female customers here tonight, and I guess her presence was kind of obvious. I leaned over to her and whispered, "Why don't you let him see what he wants to see?" She smiled in that deliciously naughty way of hers. I felt myself growing hard as I watched her adjust the fold of her dress, so it parted nearly to her crotch. Then she slowly opened her legs so the guy (and any others looking, and they were looking) could see between her legs. Could see she was exposed. I looked at her eyes and saw she was looking straight at the guy she had picked. Not wanting to frighten him off, I didn't look at him immediately. Instead, I let my gaze wander slowly around the room, noticing a few smiles here and there as men noticed the new view. When I did look at the guy, he was still looking, as discreetly as he could manage, between her legs. I smiled to myself and knew we had our man. I asked my wife if I should be the one to approach him, and she thought that would work best, so I got up and slowly walked around the end of the catwalk and sat in a chair beside him. He knew where I had come from and got very nervous for a moment. He probably thought he was about to have a scene with the jealous husband of a flirtatious wife. However, I quickly put him at ease, said a friendly hello, and asked him if he thought my wife was attractive. He couldn't help stealing another glance at her still open legs. I was so turned on by the fact that she was still sitting this way, knowing that men were looking at her. She usually is very nervous about public places. I think the knowledge of what we were here for, a few drinks, and the rather decadent atmosphere of the place had worked a charm on her. Whatever, she looked glorious sitting there with the tops of her lips just visible above the cushioning of her chair. I told the guy that my wife liked to have extra men sometimes and asked him if he was interested? He eagerly agreed he was, so I invited him to our table. I directed him to a chair beside my wife and introduced him in the manner of, "Your name is...?" Not the most graceful way, but effective nevertheless. He quickly relaxed with her. She can really put a man at ease when she wants, and I swear you could almost feel real heat from the sensuality pouring out of her just then. I leaned close to them both and suggested he get a little more familiar with my wife before we left. She smiled at him, and after a brief hesitation, he leaned forward to kiss her. As he did, he put his hand on her thigh, which she grabbed and slid up between her legs, kissing him back hard and passionately. I must admit, I was a little nervous at this point. I mean, it was turning me on like crazy, but I was worried about getting thrown out, or worse. I glanced around the room to see what was going on. A lot of men were watching, some surreptitiously, but a few quite openly. I could see the bouncer moving through the club, but he seemed unconcerned by the events at our table. I asked my wife and friend if they'd like a drink? My real intention is to leave them alone for a while. Alone? Here? Anyway, I went for drinks and returned to find them sitting close, and with his hand now more 'properly' resting on her leg. She had adjusted her dress, too, though most of her legs were still showing. We finished our drinks and were ready to leave when my wife announced she wanted to visit the ladies room. We both watched her walk across the room and down the stairs to the restrooms. Several minutes went by, and when she still hadn't returned, I grew a little anxious. My biggest concern in such activities is her safety, physically and sexually. I realized many men could well be thinking she was a loose woman to be had by any who wanted her. I was just getting up from my chair when she appeared, with a young, about 20-ish man following her. She seemed relaxed, so I realized she was in control. As she reached the table, she gave me an odd smile I hadn't seen before. The young man was somewhat flustered but managed to get out that he wondered what was going on? He realized something sexual was in the works and wanted to be a part of it. This was only our first time with a man we didn't know, and I didn't think my wife would go for two men. The young man continued to say that he only wanted a blowjob and something about his girlfriend who wouldn't do it. I looked at my wife, expecting to see a clear sign of "no." To my surprise, she smiled at the fellow and said, "It's entirely up to my husband, whatever he wants me to do." I think I nearly came in my pants right then and there. I don't know where this wanton surrender in my wife was coming from, but I liked it a lot! Conscious still that we had been perhaps too demonstrative earlier, I thought it best not to leave as a group of four. I told the young man to wait outside for us, and we'd follow in five minutes. He almost ran out the door. When about the right time had passed, we got up and headed for the door, our picked man with his arm around my wife and me following behind. When we got outside, we saw the younger guy waiting and walked over to him. "Where shall we go?" I asked rhetorically, looking around this inner suburb of shops and office buildings. Across the road, I saw a tall building, set back from the road, with concrete abutments or trusses, whatever they're called, which would provide a dark area for this tryst. I indicated my choice, and we moved off. As we got closer, I saw some bushes which would add to our cover and pointed the area out to my wife. "Be sure to swallow," I said to her. She gave me this hungry grin, took the young man by his hand, and led him into the dark. The other guy and I were only 10 feet away, so we could see clearly as she backed him to the wall, knelt down, and took his erect cock out of his pants. With an endearing glance up at his face and a smile, she thoughtfully pulled her hair to one side so her audience could watch as she took him into her mouth. There she was, my beautiful, classily dressed wife, kneeling on concrete in a not too clean area, moving her head slowly back and forth on this guy's cock while her husband and a complete stranger watched her. She knew it, and she was obviously enjoying herself hugely. We listened to the wet sucking noises as she slid forward on his dick till her nose was against his fly. Then pulling back till the tip of his cock just rested on her lower lip and tongue, then diving forward to swallow him again and again. It was fantastic to watch. The guy beside me said, "This is going to be a terrific evening." No kidding! In just a few minutes, the young guy convulsed, and I saw my wife pull back on his cock, keeping his cock head firmly locked within her lips as his hips spasmodically shook. Several times I saw her throat contract as she swallowed his hot cum load. When he subsided, she noisily sucked on his knob. With her thumb against the underside of his cock, forefinger on top, she stroked up the length of him, coaxing the last white pearls of cum out of his tube. These she held on her tongue and then turned to us with her tongue out so we could see before she swallowed the last of her sexy treat. The young fellow mumbled thanks and literally ran down the street. Back to his girlfriend, I guess - maybe she was waiting for him somewhere. My wife adjusted her dress, and we three proceeded to the other guy's place, which he had told us was just down the street. It turned out he was caretaking at this old theater, and as he let us in, we could smell those odors only such an old pace can have. We passed through the foyer where drinks and popcorn would have been sold, then through the traditional curtains and into the theater itself. This was a stage theater, I discovered, with rows of fold-up seats climbing in tier after tier towards the back where we stood. We walked down the ramp towards the stage. Our host disappeared for a moment and switched on the stage spotlights. We climbed up onto it and spent a few minutes checking out the props and other clutter I didn't recognize. We started horsing around a bit, moving about on stage, but gradually the mood changed, and as my wife would pass by one of us, we would caress her briefly. The caresses were soon replaced by fast gropes, and as we men moved closer towards her, she was forced to stop. We both began stroking her body, still standing. As the other guy moved in front of her to kiss her, I moved behind her. I knelt, reaching up under her dress and grabbing the tops of her stockings, pulled them slowly down her legs, leaving her naked under her dress. When they were pooled around her ankles, I got her to lift one foot then the other, sliding both stocking and shoe off each time. I stood back for a moment and watched them as they embraced, kissing deeply. After a moment, they pulled back slightly, and I took my wife's shoulders from behind and pulled her another step away, keeping her facing him. I teased the tie of her dress undone, then slowly opened its folds one side, then the other, pulling it back to fully reveal her body to the other guy's hungry eyes. I ran my hands up and down her body a few times, cupped and squeezed those gorgeous tits, then slid my hands higher, to her shoulders, and away, causing her dress to fall to the floor behind her. I pulled her to me, my hands again caressing her breasts and belly. I reached down lower and pushed my fingers between her legs, not surprised to find her already wet. With my other hand, I tilted her head back slightly, then brought my glistening wet fingers up to her mouth and painted her lips with her own juices. Her lips parted, and a soft moan escaped as her tongue came out to taste my fingers, which I offered now for her to suck. Kneeling down once more behind her, I pressed outwards on her ankles, and she understood, moving her feet apart. I pushed harder, and she responded, spreading her feet as far apart as she could while standing. I ran my hands up the outsides of her legs and back down, then brought one hand inside to run slowly up her leg till I reached her shaved sex. She shuddered at the contact, and her hips moved slowly as I put two fingers inside her, then three. She started to move faster, but I restrained her. I meant to display her to our guest and didn't want things to progress too far too fast. I removed my fingers and used them to spread her moisture all around her lips, massaging them and her clit, then spreading her slippery lips as best I could for the other guy to see. I made a motion to him to undress, for he was standing there mesmerized. He understood and quickly lost all his clothing. I stood and again pulled my wife's head back against my shoulder, then lifted her arms up and back. I knew this would display her breasts beautifully, and with her legs open, the bright spotlights I was sure would be glinting off her wetness. I waved the guy forward, offering my wife's body to him. He came forward and kissed her neck, moving down to her breasts, her belly, and finally her pussy. She quivered powerfully as his tongue made contact, and soon I had to help her remain standing as her arousal built. Before she came, I interrupted the proceedings, wanting her to be screaming to be fucked. She loved/hated this, but it always gave her more powerful orgasms later. I spread her dress on the wood of the stage and pulled her down on it. We both now had at her in earnest. He was sucking noisily on one breast, then the other, as I took my turn between her legs, licking and sucking her into my mouth and wriggling out of my clothes at the same time. She was soon sopping wet, and the other guy was now kneeling over her face, and she was sucking his dick for all she was worth. Her breasts were flushed and her nipples hard. Her belly was shaking with approaching orgasm, and one hand was clutching her dress on the floor in a death grip. I paused for a moment, stunned by what I was watching, by what I had seen her do tonight, how she was being so incredibly uninhibited. I had to fuck her right then. I quickly got to my knees and spread my own legs wide to lower myself into position without lying on top of her. I didn't want her to stop sucking his dick, and I wanted to watch those tits bounce with my thrusts. As I placed the head of my cock in position, I held there a moment as I reached to grab her raised and very spread thighs for purchase, then thrust violently into her. Her hands flashed up to grab the other guy's legs, seeming to need to pull his dick right down her throat in response to my entry. Indeed, his balls were occasionally bouncing on her nose as she swallowed the length of him. I was crazy with my need and pounded at my wife's pussy as hard as I could, as fast as I could. In barely a minute, I just couldn't hold on anymore, and throwing my head back, I released a primal yell as I shot my semen into her body. This triggered my wife's orgasm, and a choking cry wrenched from her around the generous cock filling her throat. She contracted so hard on me, I could barely thrust into her. With each pulse, I would pull almost completely out of her. Then slam as hard as I could to the hilt, holding this position a moment, then repeating until finally I was spent. Even now, she was still spasmodically clenching her muscles around my dick. She had lost the other guy's dick, and her head was thrown back in a silent scream. I had never seen her come so strongly before. Her back was arched, and ripple after ripple raced through her body. She gasped in a breath, then another, and finally relaxed back down to the floor. She rested there a moment, then opened her eyes, looking for the cock she had so recently been sucking. As she returned it to her mouth, she sucked more languidly, nibbling and licking, reaching up to taste his balls. After a moment, I slid out of her, and she expressed a disappointed mew at my absence. As I sat back from them, exhausted, she pulled the guy down to lie on the floor and repositioned herself to better give attention to his throbbing cock. My wife gives incredible deepthroat head, and she worked slowly, skillfully on him as I watched. After a time, he pulled her down to him, rolled her onto her back, and, lying beside her, buried his fingers into her dripping sex as he sucked hard on her nipples. My wife was so wanton. She opened her legs as wide as she could, offering this stranger total access to her body. I stepped down from the stage and climbed three rows up to sit and watch the remainder of the show. The guy was still playing with my wife's pussy, and his hand glistened wetly in the lights. He had moved around slightly, so she had room to spread her legs wider until her pussy stood out from her body in all its dripping, pink glory. I could see her whispering to him, probably telling him what she wanted. I intently watched as he moved around to kneel between her legs. As he did, my wife raised her arms above her head and crossed her wrists. I knew what this meant. She likes to be tied occasionally, to be submissive for a while, to be without control. What my shameless wife was doing was totally abandoning herself to this man's need. I felt myself hardening again. The guy had begun finger fucking her, and I could hear the wet slurping from my vantage point. I felt like a voyeur, for I was in relative darkness while they remained under the bright spotlights. They could not see me, but I could see everything. He had started out gently and slowly, but my wife seemed to be encouraging more effort. I could not hear her words, but I recognized the signals. I leaned forward in my seat as I saw him put all four fingers inside her. I knew he would never get fully inside her this way, she was way too tight, and I could see in the tension of her body that it must be hurting her slightly, yet still, she encouraged him. He started pumping his hand at her harder and faster, and again I could see her fists clenching as the climax approached. He must have gotten too carried away at one point because she suddenly reached down with one hand to slow him. I saw her say something, then he continued, again building up slowly and watching her for any signal. He must have got it right, for soon she was bucking madly against his hand. I was stunned to see her reach right down, grab his wrist and pull his hand into her, as hard as she could, as she thrashed and gyrated against his knuckles. As she relaxed, she let go of his wrist, and he slowly pulled his fingers out of her. We occasionally had really hard sex, but for only a few minutes at a time, and only once in a while. Now, my dear wife had been fucked hard by me and had now had four fingers spreading her wider open than ever before. He must have been in nearly to his last knuckles. I had a new perspective on my wife's sexual appetites. She had to be sore, yet she must know he would want to fuck her now. Indeed, his cock was ramrod straight, and as he moved tentatively over her, she opened her arms to receive him. He laid upon her, squashing her tits with his chest. Remembering what he saw me do earlier, possibly at her suggestion, he brought his slippery hand up to her mouth and smeared the mixture over her lips. As before, her lips opened to accept this offering, and one by one, she sucked them clean. They kissed, and he rolled a bit to one side to squeeze a breast. After a few minutes, she planted her feet flat on the floor and began moving her hips gently. He knew what she wanted, and I saw his butt rise up as her hand snaked down to grasp him and bring him to her tortured pussy. He eased slowly, carefully into her, and I saw a brief frown of pain cross her face. She held him still against herself for a few moments, then began running her fingernails along his back. They whispered a few words to each other, then he began to move on her. Though she had to be very tender, her arousal was obviously growing. Soon I saw her spread her legs wide once more, wanting him deeper inside her body, giving him maximum penetration. He began to thrust in longer strokes, and his tempo increased. My wife wrapped her legs around him, hooking her heels behind his butt in a way I knew well and pulling him into her harder. Much as when he had fisted her, she seemed unable to get it hard enough, and her heels slid from him as she tried in vain to pull him in harder. So she dropped her feet to the floor and began bucking at him savagely. He slid his hands under her and gripped her shoulders, and I could see the muscles in his arms and back straining as he pulled her down onto his thrusting cock harder and faster. I couldn't believe the ferocity of the passion I was witnessing. My wife is very passionate, yes, but this was amazing. A few minutes more, and her orgasm was punctuated by another scream as she went rigid beneath his pounding body. She fought for breath as he continued pumping, her eyes half-open but unseeing. His ass was almost a blur. The wet smack of their groins meeting became nearly continuous music of animal passion. Finally, he burst inside her, starting another orgasm in my wife. As they slowed, then stopped, she wrapped her arms and legs around him and squeezed him tightly. When she finally lay back, I could see tears in her eyes. For a moment, I feared she had been injured, but the smile on her lips told me that she was in that rare place she goes; when the passion has so moved her, she cries with the joy of it. I relaxed and smiled in turn. I stood and walked down the ramp and climbed the stage. I walked to their sweaty bodies and sat near them. He was still inside her, and I knew she liked that. She looked at him, wriggled her hips playfully, and breathlessly whispered to him, "That was so good, so good. Yum." She stretched then, like a great purring cat, and reaching back, took my hand. She looked deeply into my eyes and said, "I love you. Thank you for tonight." Then she laughed, and moaned saying, "I am so fucked." We couldn't make love for several days afterward, but the following weeks were some of the best sex we have ever had. We can hardly wait for the next time...

Read the prequel to this story at Black and White New Years Eve Sex Swap I am writing this tonight as Darius just left, and Cheryl is exhausted. First, let me tell you that Darius never called after our get-together at New Years for the open house. Cheryl waited and waited but was too proud to call him, and he had accidentally lost her number. Fortunately, I called our neighbors and, without telling Cheryl, got Darius's office number and asked him to give Cheryl a call. It didn't take any encouragement from me as he was anxious to see her again as well. For those of you who didn't read the last story or may have forgotten. Darius is a giant of a black man. A former professional athlete with an attractive wife, Kyra, that I got to fuck the last time we were together. However, this time, I just wanted Darius and Cheryl to have a good time together and maybe get to not only watch but to video the screwing session. This morning I heard Cheryl on the phone with Darius. She was ecstatic about the fact that Darius had finally called. Since she had no idea that I had given him the number, she was really excited. When she hung up the phone, she told me that Darius wanted to come over tonight, and did I mind. "Of course not," I replied. "Maybe I can watch and see a little better this time and even video the fucking for our collection." Cheryl readily agreed and started making arrangements for this evening. She had her hair done, a facial, and all the stuff that women do and was back home before cocktail hour. Darius arrived around five. I had already fixed drinks and made some sandwiches. When Darius walked in the door, he nearly filled the doorway with his 6' 4" frame. I had forgotten just how big he was. After kissing Cheryl hello, he sat down, and we all had a couple of drinks and talked about our last session. Cheryl was concerned that I was being left out and asked about Kyra. You see, Cheryl didn't know that I had requested Darius to come alone. Darius assured her that Kyra knew he was there but was busy tonight but was looking forward to meeting us again. I asked Darius if he minded if I set up the video so we could have a lasting memento. He agreed, provided that I also be in the video and that it be kept private since he is well-known around town. After we were all cool with what was going to happen, he and Cheryl began soul kissing. They took each other's clothes off until they were totally naked. Darius picked Cheryl up like a toy, laid her on the couch, and began to eat her moist and ready pussy. As he licked up and down, I could see his dick, which was only semi-hard, began to grow until it was at least 11" long and about as big around as a beer bottle. Cheryl was moaning and humping his mouth while he used his long and talented tongue to bring her to her first orgasm of the night. While this was happening, I got undressed. Needless to say, I had an urgent need for some sexual relief but didn't want to intrude on what was happening with them. Darius spread Cheryl's legs even farther apart. He slowly began to insert his massive dick into her waiting pussy an inch at a time until his balls were slapping against her ass. Darius then picked Cheryl up in a bear hug. As she wrapped her legs around his waist, he walked her down the hall to the bedroom, keeping his dick firmly in place. He walked quickly, Cheryl bouncing on his dick with each step he took. With each additional step, what had started as a low moan from Cheryl's mouth turned into a loud wail. I knew from the position they were in that Darius's cock had to be reaching places inside of Cheryl that had never been reached before. When they reached the bedroom, the bed was ready and waiting. As Darius laid Cheryl down, he slipped a couple of pillows under her ass. Now her pussy with his hard dick still inside was at the right level for him to stand at the side of the bed and slam his black meat home with great enthusiasm. Cheryl looked like she was in Heaven, but she also looked uncomfortable as her ass was way above her head. Being a considerate husband, I got some more pillows to support her back and neck so that she was almost level. She began to move, thrust, twist, and enjoy all of Darius's cock until he had to pull out and the pillows were thrown on the floor. Darius still hadn't come, and he was more than ready. Turning Cheryl over on her hands and knees, he put his cock back in her pussy. Darius fucked Cheryl doggie-style until both of them exploded in a giant orgasm. After Darius and Cheryl got their second wind, I walked over to the head of the bed and placed my penis at Cheryl's red and wet mouth. She eagerly began to suck on me until I was dying to cum. I held her head and fucked her mouth until I shot my own load, which she gladly swallowed for me. Darius was now ready for more, and so was Cheryl. She is multi-orgasmic and loves a lot of fucking. This time Darius laid on his back. Cheryl slowly lowered herself over him until her vagina was sucking on the tip of his cock. Cheryl was rotating her ass as she lowered her pussy and began to take him all in her hot pussy. I could see all 11" inches disappear, reappear and disappear again and again until he shot another load in her, and she simultaneously orgasmed with him. Now the cum was running out of her pussy and all over his black balls and the sheets. The contrast of the white cum, her pink pussy, and his black balls was striking. So erotic. They laid there together, she on his chest, and he with his shrinking dick in her pussy. The sight was just too good to be imagined. I had seen enough and wanted to give them some afterglow time alone, so I slipped out of the room. As I write this, Darius has gone, but we have a fantastic couple of videos to watch together later.

Bestowal By Adam Gunn I’m winded but I know Christie will keep going. I wave her on, she trots down the firm sand of the Carolina beach. We’ve played this game all week, and I know she’ll go another quarter mile while I rest up, then turn around and together we’ll race back to our starting point. I watch the muscles in her long, strong legs as she pulls away from me, and then, further up, the bottom of her firm gluteus maximus peeking out from the cutoffs she’s wearing. I love the way her blond ponytail swishes first left, then right as she disappears into the haze of the early morning. For two or three minutes I huff and puff, stretching, then dip my hand into the waves and cool my face with a splash of salt water. Less than five minutes have gone by and I sense her approach. The soft golden eyebrows, the length of her aquiline nose with nostrils flaring in exercise, the full lips surrounding perfectly white teeth and, always, the cobalt eyes, the orbs that bore through to my soul. Below her taut neckline and long collarbone lies the amazing midriff surrounding the navel most men would grovel to place their pinkie into. Between her neck and flat stomach, the breasts, the ones I finally know to be flawless. Even though the thick fabric of the athletic bra binds them, I realize just how beautiful they are. Strikingly round where they rise from her breastplate, they climax to the zenith of the rosy aureoles, protruding from the firm flesh, crowned by the tip of her nipple. Women five years younger than she would be proud to have any single part of this Elysian body, but they would sell all they would ever have for simply her breasts. I fall into step beside her and tell her simply, “You’re gorgeous.” “I know,” she replies. “You’d be all right, too, if you’d lose that life preserver.” She’s teasing, at twenty-seven I’m in better shape than any of my friends, studiously avoiding the beer belly I might develop through constant workouts. For another mile we trot wordlessly past the seaside grasses covering the dunes. Finally we halt at our backpack and retrieve the water bottle. She drinks from it first, and then passes it to me. I catch a hint of lipstick in the taste and wish I could kiss her. But I know this is meant to be the impossible dream. We kick off our shoes and stroll into the slight ocean waves till our knees are covered in the water. I started this tradition the first day of our sunrise runs, and she now expects it. She shades her eyes from the glare of the reflected sun with her hand, and catches me admiring her elegance. “You’re thinking of last night.” It’s a statement, not a question. “Yes,” I admit. “You jerked off, thinking about me, didn’t you?” Subtlety has never been one of Christie’s vices. Trying to sound nonchalant, I reply “Of course. Do you mind?” “No, if you hadn’t I think I’d be disappointed. I could be an exhibitionist, you know,” she divulges. “Really? Have you ever done anything like that before?” “Once.” She pauses, and I wait with the ripples of the ocean lapping at my thighs for her confession. “In college I was at Cancun on spring break, and during a wet t-shirt contest a boyfriend persuaded me to go up on stage. When a couple of the other girls ripped off their shirts, I did too.” “Would you do it again?” I prod. “For a long time I thought about being an exotic dancer. I just never got around to it when I was in college, and now it’s too late.” “You wouldn’t do it for a second job?” “Right,” she smirks. “I can just see it now, ‘rising young executive wannabe caught shows the world her bush.’” I reveled in her laughter. “How about private parties?” I ask. “Like for you?” “Sure, why not?” “Maybe I will,” she suggests. “But if I did, you’d have to give me something.” “Like what?” “I’ll think about it. It’ll be something big, though, bet on it.” “Okay,” I promise. I know we’re just teasing, the chances of anything like this happening are infinitesimally small. “But I want to see you go all the way.” “You mean totally nude, not just topless?” She gazes into my eyes. “If he doesn’t object, it’s a deal.” It’s coffee time. We walk the two blocks back to the condominium and enter her uncle’s timeshare. Entering by the patio door, Christie yells into her bedroom, “Get up, lunkhead!” “Why?” Jake sleepily replies. “For one thing,” I holler, “we’ve got an early tee time.” “Shit, I forgot.” Christie and I putter around the kitchen, grabbing the cereal, fruit and juices, putting a pot of coffee on. We’d been sharing this chore every day since we’d arrived, five days before, and I still thrill every time she puts a hand on my arm or we bump together. Left to our own devices I would have put a move on her long ago. Somehow, perhaps telepathically, I get the feeling Christie would probably enjoy the pass, maybe even cooperate, but you simply don’t try to make your best friend’s girlfriend. Well, at least I wouldn’t – you can never tell about Jake. By the time we’ve got everything on the table Jake emerges from the bedroom, dressed in boxers and a shirt that doesn’t quite cover his protruding stomach, his hair uncombed. Christie pours him a cup, quickly kisses him good morning, and sarcastically tells him, “You look great today.” “Shut up,” he replies, only half in jest. “When do we have to leave?” he asks me. I look at the clock. “About twenty-five minutes.” This was typical. Ever since we’d been in grade school together I was the one who prodded Jake, made him get his act together. All our friends in high school thought it was perfect when we got the starring roles in the junior class production of The Odd Couple. I, of course, was Felix, the anal-retentive neatnik. Jake didn’t have to stretch very far to play the boorish Oscar. Now that he’s living with Christie, she’s taking up most of my duties. “What are you going to do today?” Jake asks Christie. “More of the same,” she tells him. “My thesis is coming along nicely.” Christie’s taking night classes to get her MBA and her final hurdle is due in less than two months. “And it looks like it’s going to be a great day. I’ll probably sit out by the pool awhile.” Half an hour later, Jake and I are driving to the golf course. “Shit, she was hot last night,” Jake brags. “She gets so turned on sometimes.” I thought back to the evening. After we watched some chick film on Hulu, Jake threw an X-rated video on and the three of us watched the people on the tube screwing. For a few minutes I felt embarrassed. I mean, I’d never done anything like that with any girl that meant anything to either of us around. But Christie got into it, particularly the part where the woman was stripping. She made the same lewd comments Jake and I always do and after awhile it seemed like old times. Then Jake started making out with her, and I figured if they wanted privacy, they’d go into their bedroom, so I stayed and watched. When Jake took her blouse off and started sucking on her tits, she locked eyes with me and smiled invitingly. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen, but she soon pulled Jake into the bedroom with a lilting, ‘good night,’ leaving me with her bra and lewd thoughts. Sure, I whacked off, right in the living room, thinking not of the naked people on the screen, but of the couple in the bedroom. “Remember the time the two girls swapped on us?” Jake asks. He probably banged Christie three times last night, but he still wants to talk about other women. “Yeah,” I reply, “The one you were with first needed me to finish her off.” “Screw you,” Jake laughs as he pulls the car up to the bag drop. Seven and a half hours later we get back to the timeshare. I whipped Jake’s butt all over the golf course and we smell, I’m sure, of chicken wings and beer. Christie’s nowhere to be found, and Jake figures it’s time for a nap on the sofa. Sitting in a golf cart all day isn’t my idea of activity so I decide to take a swim and head for the beach. Only a few couples laze in the warm, late afternoon spring sun, only one elderly woman wades in the ocean. I’m not disappointed, I learned the first day we were here that this commune is populated by mostly retired couples escaping the snows of winter. The nearest hope of nightlife is ten miles away, too far for comfort. No, this is a vacation simply to relax. I see a blond reclining in the lee of a dune, and when I approach to within shouting distance I’m sure it’s Christie. This isn’t a clothing optional island, but apparently the restriction hasn’t bothered her; she’s topless. “Hey,” I call from twenty yards. Quickly a hand drops to her cover up, and then she recognizes my voice. I can almost see her shrug, as if musing, ‘he’s seen it before.’ “Hi,” she calls, a slight movement of her hand waving me over. I refuse to quicken my pace, and as I approach I take long looks at her from behind the safety of my sunglasses. Her only adornment is a necklace and her very brief bottoms. Her mons rises between the sharp hipbones and I wonder if she shaves or waxes. Quickly I notice her nipples crinkle, then smooth, as if she’s had a dirty thought she decided to put into a mental drawer. I sit down beside her, facing the ocean, hoping she doesn’t recognize the erection inside my baggy trunks. “What are you doing here?” she joshes. “Just getting some exercise,” I reply. “Had enough of the homework?” “I put four and a half hours into it. Then I started going through my calendar. Listen, did Jake ever get you anything for your birthday last week?” “No, not really. He called, talked about going out one night.” I couldn’t tell her our birthday bashes were over now that he was living with a woman. “It’s okay, really. This trip is sort of a birthday party.” She doesn’t buy it. “Jake told me about some of the things you guys used to do. Is it true you set him up with two girls for his birthday once?” What the hell has Jake been sharing with her? “Yeah,” I admit, a little guiltily. I remember how three years earlier I talked a lady I was going with into getting one of her girlfriends to go out to a swank dinner for Jake’s twenty-fifth. After we went back to our place, the girls started fooling around with each other and stripped naked, sort of a lesbian scene, and then they both did Jake while I just watched and snapped pictures that I printed out. I wonder where he hid them so Christie wouldn’t find them. “Didn’t you mind sharing your girlfriend with him?” Now her nipples are definitely crinkling; I can tell there’s a perverted side to Christie I’ve never seen before. “Linda wasn’t really mine,” I explain. “We were both seeing other people, and it was actually her idea. Haven’t you ever teased a guy you liked?” “Not like that!” she protests. “But you’ve thought about it?” “Sure. Who hasn’t? But I couldn’t afford to do anything like that. The world’s becoming too much of a safe, secure place. Something like that would be too much of a risk.” “I don’t know,” I disagree. “Yesterday, I wouldn’t have thought you were an exhibitionist, yet here you are.” “Yes,” she agrees, a little shyly, “letting my tits hang out for all the world to see. And you know, it doesn’t really bother me. I’ve been like this maybe an hour, and ten or twelve people have walked past. Most of them just ignored me, but two older guys hung around, getting a good view. It was funny, they kept looking out to sea, then they’d sneak another peek. After awhile I thought about inviting them over, just to see what I’d do but they moved on. And it doesn’t bother me that you keep checking me out.” “What do you mean?” I try to act cool, but apparently my wrap around shades aren’t effective. She just laughs. “Yeah, right. Well, anyway, when you see me naked I know what I want.” This is getting serious. For a second, I consider backing off. After all, this is my best friend’s girl. But I remember now he didn’t worry about it when Linda came on to him. And he took a shot at another girl I was dating back in college. If Christie wants to play . . . . “Okay, I’ll bite, what?” “Once I dated a guy, and he really got off by watching me masturbate.” Her body is flushing now, I watch the pinkness spread from her cheeks down to the pointy nipples. I take off my sunglasses and stare frankly at her nudity. “But he’d never do it for me. Will you let me watch you jerk off?” I’m rock hard, I’m ready to do it right now, right here. “You’ve got to help me,” I bargain. “No, no touching. You see me in my birthday suit, I see you come.” “When? Tonight?” “No, I’m still not sure Jake will go for it. Maybe when we get back home.” It’s the classic tactic, she doesn’t really want to do it, just wants to talk about it. Maybe this is the way she gets herself hot for Jake. But I’m not going to burn any bridges. “Expect my call a couple of days after we get back,” I promise. She smiles, pulls her wrap on. Jake still isn’t happy about dinner – he wanted burgers, Christie and I opted for grilled fish – but after four or five beers he’s feeling better about it, lying on the couch. We’re watching some NBA game on the tube, it’s close with twenty minutes to go. Christie’s bored, she’s never been much interested in any spectator sport. “I’m going to take a shower,” she announces. “Take one for me,” Jake suggests. “I’ll take two for you, you need both of them,” she retorts, a little petulantly. She heads into her and Jake’s room and closes the door. Fifteen minutes later, she pops her head out and asks, “Sweetheart, do you have any Q-tips?” “Nope,” he says, absentmindedly. “I’ve got some,” I say. “Let me get them for you.” I head into my bedroom, grab the box and hand it to her. She’s shielded by the door, but I catch a quick glimpse of shoulder and the curve of a bare breast she didn’t try to hide very hard. “Thanks,” she whispers, with the hint of a blown kiss. I return to my chair, notice the bedroom door is slowly swinging open. Jake can’t notice it, he’s facing away from it lying on the sofa. From my vantage point I see a reflection in the full-length mirror on the closet door of Christie tweezing her eyebrows. My mouth goes dry as I realize I can see her complete back, all the way down to her stupendous ass. When she turns just the right way, I view a teat in profile and once she turns around so that I should be able to see her abdomen, but it’s concealed by a towel draped over her arm. She cavorts for some time, and I think I’m being treated to a most fortuitous voyeuristic session. Then she puts the towel around her waist, turns and smiles at me in the mirror, and reaches over to close the door. Once more, I’ve been had! With a minute and a half to go in the game and a three-point spread, she emerges from the bedroom, smelling clean and fresh, wearing shorts and a thin blouse. Immediately I can tell she’s decided not to put a bra on. Jake’s yelling and screaming – he’s got a bet on the game – and I watch her pour herself a glass of wine. She sits down next to Jake, making him get up, and silently watches the end of the game with us. When the other team sinks a three-pointer at the buzzer to win by two, Jake could spit nails. He’s hollering, throwing pillows at the set, complaining it was a bad call, all the tricks guys use. For a while, Christie just sits and chuckles at his behavior, and then reaches for the remote control and clicks the set off. “What are we going to do now?” she asks the two of us. Still in a bad mood, Jake snarls, “We could sit around the camp fire and tell stories. It’s boring around here.” “Good idea,” she agrees merrily. “Derek, tell me about the time you two swapped girls.” “Huh?” I reply wittily. I know Jake’s told her about a few of our exploits, but that one’s really out there. “Oh, I’ve got Jake’s side of the story. He tells me about all the other girls he’s had. He loves to impress me that he wasn’t a virgin when we met. But I want to hear how it really happened.” “Well, uh . . . .” I stutter. “It wasn’t really much to talk about,” I try to escape. “Jake, do you hear that? And you told me it was great.” “It was,” he drunkenly retorts. “Go ahead and tell her. Give her whatever she wants.” “I don’t know,” I object. “Oh, come on,” Christie begs. “Do it,” Jake commands. “Okay, if that’s what you want.” For a few seconds I pause, trying first to remember what really happened, then attempting to figure out how Jake might have minimized or, worse, embellished the story. Finally I decide to tell it pretty much the way it happened. “It was four or five years ago now, when we were roomies, just out of college. Neither one of us had anyone special at the time, and we went out one Friday night to a bar and a pair of girls were sitting there. We bought them a drink and told them some lies . . . “ “What were their names?” Christie interrupted. “Stacie and Stella.” How could I forget, the ‘S-Twins.’ “Cool. Jake, how come you can never remember the girl’s names?” He just ignored her, so she says, “What happened next?” “It’s getting pretty comfortable, so I invite Stella up to our place for a glass of Chablis, and the next thing you know the four of us are in the living room. I’m on the couch with Stella and I’ve got her bra off, and Jake takes Stacie into his bedroom. I take my good old time, and Stella’s about ready to explode, when we hear Stacie’s voice. ‘You ready yet?’ she asks. Stella yells to Stacie, ‘not yet,’ then she yells at me, ‘I’m coming.’ She was a loud one, screaming at the top of her lungs. We go at it some more, I’ve forgotten about Stacie interrupting, and then, when it’s over, Stella hollers, ‘Okay, your turn.’ She gets up and marches into Jake’s room and Stacie comes out to me without a stitch on.” I can tell Christie’s loving the story. Once again, her neck is blushed, and she’s got that look in her eyes. “What did you do?” “What do you think? I gave her what she came out there for.” “You were able to get it up again?” “Hell, yes. That was definitely not a problem.” “And Stacie came with you?” “Most assuredly.” “What about Stella with Jake?” “That, I don’t know. I didn’t hear her screaming again.” “Jake, you told me she wanted it all night long.” Jake just sits there, glumly, recognizing he can’t say anything that won’t come out wrong. “And then what?” “As I remember, an hour or so later the girls get their clothes back on and leave. They left us a number, but it turned out to be dial-a-prayer.” Christie laughs, a hearty chuckle. I figure turn-about’s fair play, so I say, “Your turn. What’s your deep dark secret?” “I don’t have any,” Christie demurs. “Oh, come on. How old where you when you lost it?” “Don’t you know?” She bats her big blue eyes at me. “The night I met Jake.” “Oh, crap,” he intercedes. Then Christie suggests, “Listen, why don’t we put that video on again. I didn’t see the end of it.” This cracks me up. “They all wind up the same way,” I laugh. “But this is the first one I’ve ever seen,” she innocently lies. “Okay, let me go get it,” Jake says, and scrambles onto his feet, disappearing into the bedroom. Christie comes over to me, leans down so I can see way down her blouse at all the good stuff and whispers in my ear, “If this works out the way I think it will, remember, you promised.” Then, before Jake gets back, she’s busy turning off the lamps and lighting candles she’s brought with her. When Jake gets the DVD set up and the TV is showing naked bodies conjoining again, Christie starts doing the play-by-play. “Oh, so that’s what that’s for? How come you never showed me that, honey?” Just like last night, within a few moments Jake’s got his hand on her thigh and he’s kissing her. I watch as he unbuttons the blouse and pulls it off her, and I’m watching him suck on those wonderful, pointy nipples. I figure pretty soon, like last night, she’ll get him up and they’ll head into the bedroom to finish off, but Jake continues to ignore my presence and his hand slips down to Christies shorts. The elastic band slides over the swell of her hips, and I see she’s not wearing panties. Quickly I’m treated to a glimpse of the bush, possibly just a racing stripe of tight blond curls, and then Jake’s head is between the legs, hiding what I want to see from my spying eyes. Christie catches my eye and silently mouths, ‘do it.’ I know what she wants, and I stroke my erection through my slacks, letting her see the thickness of my penis, but I refuse to unzip myself. Her eyes flash in anger at me, daring me to expose myself, but I ignore her pleading, concentrating instead on the back of Jake’s skull, hoping he’ll come up for air. Instead, I see Christie’s body tense, and listen to her breath come in quick, sharp grunts. I see her hands lock into fists, and a foot rises into the air, toes curled in orgasm. Jake stops then, and lifts his head. He stares at me staring at his girlfriend, then says to her, “Come on, honey, let’s go into the bedroom and finish this off.” He stands, the bulk of his body looming over her, protecting her from me, and she slowly rises from the sofa. Again, I quickly catch a glimpse of all of her, then Jake steps in front, either accidentally or purposefully shielding her, and they stroll to the bedroom, closing the door behind them. The sun is shining through a bank of clouds, and Christie is giving me what for. “You didn’t come through with your end of the bargain,” she complains. Her foot curls around a perfectly formed shell, and I’m amazed at the coloration of her toenails. “You didn’t give me time,” I retort. “If you two had gone on a little longer, I would have. And besides, I never got a real good view.” “That wasn’t part of the deal. I was naked, you were supposed to masturbate.” She laughs, letting me know she isn’t truly angry with me. “I’ll bet it was pretty good when you did, wasn’t it?” I hesitate, not knowing how to retort, and she teases further. “Oh, come on. You can tell me. I’ll bet your orgasm was better than mine!” “Didn’t Jake do it for you?” I banter back. “Oh, he was his normal self, adequate, but I was thinking of you. After he got done and rolled over, I got up and came out to the living room, hoping I could get you to perform for me. But you’d already gone to bed.” “You should have knocked on my door,” I offered. “Sure, right. Then Jake gets up, finds out what’s going on, and guess what would happen.” She smiles at the thought, however. “I wonder . . . no, that wouldn’t work. Oh, well,” she sighs, and I consider what the fantasy might have been. After 8:30, we arrive back at the condo, and Jake, as usual, is still fast asleep. We breakfast on our fruit and granola, sharing the local newspaper until the phone unexpectedly rings. I grab it. “Hello?” “Hi, Derek.” It’s Michelle, Jake’s admin. I dated her for a while, a long time back, and Jake went out with her a few times, too, before he met Christie, ignoring the proverb about not sleeping with anyone you work with. “Is Jake around?” “Hold on,” I say to her, then ask Christie to tell Jake the office is calling. He trundles out, and speaks for four or five minutes to Michelle. Most of the conversation, at least on this end, consists of grunts and obscenities. Jake grabs a pencil, scribbles on a note pad, then tells Michelle, “All right, I’ll be there. Tell Danny he owes me big time, though.” He hangs up, then looks to us. “Bad news,” he reveals. “Our biggest client is on a warpath, they were on CNBC this morning, and Dan wants me back in the office to help with the peace offerings. They’ve got me on a 1:40 flight coming back this afternoon. You guys can drive me to the airport, okay?” “I’ll go home with you,” Christie offers. “Me, too,” I add. We’ve still got one day to go, but it looks like the vacation is breaking up. “Naw, that’s stupid,” Jake decides, scratching his stomach. “The company’s picking up my plane flight, if we try to get you guys back you’ll have to pay the change fees. Besides, just because they screwed me doesn’t mean you have to get in the cross fire.” I expect Christie to argue some more, but she surprisingly gives in. “Okay,” she says, “Derek and I will find some way to keep amused.” Jake gives her a look, semi-threatening and sort of irritated, then looks at me. “Just remember, bub, she’s my girl. I’m going to take a shower.” While Jake’s packing, Christie and I go out for some tennis. She’s wearing this cute little number, and every time she retrieves a ball I can see her panties and ass peek out from the skirt. As we rest between sets, I try to have a conversation with her. “Do you think this is a good idea?” “Why not?” Christie retorts. “Jake trusts me. Besides, this will give you a good chance to pay up on our bet.” When she sees my shocked face, she laughs, then bounces to the base line and proceeds to whip my butt in yet another set. We grab a sandwich at a Burger King on the way to the airport – Jake’s happy, at least – and as Jake gets out at the entrance, he thanks me and says, “Be nice to my girlfriend, now – keep her safe for me, okay?” I drive the rental car around the perimeter while Christie goes into the ticket counter with Jake, keeping him company until he has to run the security gauntlet. Finally, she pops out and climbs in the passenger seat. On the way out to the expressway, she says, “Hey, are you in a hurry to get back to the condo?” “Not really,” I admit. “Why, you got something you want to do?” “Sure, let’s go into town and do the tourist traps.” We’d thought about this on the way down, it’s an old southern city, but Jake nixed the idea, just wanting to lay around the resort. “Sounds good.” By the time we get there, I find out Christie has a full itinerary planned around the shopping district. I don’t really mind, though, walking with her through the old slave market. Just watching her face light up with a bargain is enough for me. We stop for a drink, chat about little in particular, then stroll through the palms and magnolias, admiring the mansions and gardens. We come across a restaurant, and decide to step into the courtyard and sample the menu of grilled halibut and crab cakes. The waiter dribbles the French wine into our glasses; I notice Christie seems to be imbibing the scented liquid faster than I. Jake’s presence, or lack of it, seems to be forgotten. Under the table, I sense Christie’s foot bump against mine, she doesn’t seem to be in a rush to move it. After we refuse deserts or an after dinner drink, we stumble through the late twilight to the car, and begin the drive back to the island. The route takes us through a business district, one lined with gas stations, Taco Bells and carpet stores. We pass a gaudily lit establishment, Christie remarks on the signboard advertising ‘Girls, 24 hours a day.’ “Do you and Jake go to those kind of places often?” “We used to. We haven’t been to one since you moved in with him,” I reply. “Why do you like it?” “Me? I don’t, not that much. Jake’s the guy who always wants to go.” She thinks about it for a few moments. “I’d like to see what he finds in it,” she declares. “Can we go back there?” “You sure?” I question. “It can get a little . . .” I search for the proper adjective, “. . . raunchy, I guess.” “But a woman like me wouldn’t be accosted, would she?” “No, not as long as you were with a guy.” “Well, I’ve got you,” she decides. “Come on.” At a stoplight I make a U-turn, and three minutes later the bouncer is letting us through the panel door, relieving me of five dollars in the process. “No cover for you, sweetie, it’s ladies night,” he says, pointing to the poster of events behind him. We turn a corner and enter the establishment. Quickly, I scan the crowd and realize that it’s early, only twelve or fifteen guys are in the dive. Four or five of them are gathered by a pool table in the corner, more interested in solids and stripes than the wriggling flesh on the stage in the middle of the room. We find a table somewhat out of the way where we can observe the action, Christie takes in the horse-faced woman on the platform, now topless and playing with her g-string. A bikinied woman comes over, I order a scotch, Christie opts for vodka tonic. Now she’s full of a thousand questions. “Are these girls prostitutes? Do they make a lot of money? The guys seem to just sit there.” As I answer her questions, the song ends and the girl on the stage is replaced by another and the announcement from the DJ, “Folks, put your hands together for the lovely Angela.” Christie watches intently as Angela, dressed as a construction worker, begins to gyrate and tease the few patrons. After the girl is down to bare boobs and panties, Christie asks another question. “The signboard said last night was amateur night, what does that mean?” “Oh, sometimes guys bring their girlfriends in and they get up on stage. Usually there’s a fifty dollar prize or something.” I notice, even through her bra, that Christie’s nipples dilate at this suggestion, and wonder if she’s excited with the idea. “Did you and Jake ever bring your girlfriends to these places?” “A few times. Once Jake got a girl he was with to go up on stage.” On the dais Angela is down to her panties, and a customer slips a large bill between the fabric and skin. Angela gives him a big smile, and as the third song of the set begins she daringly pulls the elastic of the waistband further and further until, finally, the panties join the rest of her getup discarded on the stage, and Angela’s bush and labia are displayed for the few observers, including us. As Angela trots off the platform, only to be supplanted by still another strumpet, Christie lets out a long sigh. She waves her empty glass at our waitress, and soon our drinks are refreshed. Christie observes while Angela steps from behind a curtain, now skimpily dressed, and goes to wait on one of the few customers. We have little to talk about now, and Christie watches the next stripper. I’m getting bored, Christie excuses herself explaining she has to powder her nose. Ten or fifteen minutes later Christie’s not back yet, and I’m starting to get a little nervous. I wonder if maybe I should ask one of the dancers to check the restroom out, then hear the DJ announce, “Gents, we’ve got a very special event for you. We’ve got a very special lady for you – this is her very first time on the stage! Say hello to Christie!” Christie ambles to the stage as a slow song starts, dressed in a man’s dress shirt with a tie, short skirt and high heels. Her hair is pulled back into a ponytail, and she’s clean and fresh compared to the other dancers. As she takes center post, she stops, as if she’s confused, then looks around, getting her bearings. Then she closes her eyes and begins to sway. For a full minute she stands there, grooving to her own rhythm, and I notice the conversation around the bar has stopped, no clink comes from the balls on the pool table. Only when she has the attention of every person in the hall does she begin to play with her tie, pulling on the end as if she’s going to unknot it. She’s playing with the crowd, and although her face is calm I know how excited she must be – the fabric of the shirt, as it droops over the curve of her breasts, is crinkled with the extension of her nipples. Finally, she pulls the tie off and unbuttons first the collar, then the top two buttons. By the time the first song is over, she’s exposed nothing more than her legs and a bit of skin below her neck, and hasn’t moved her feet from the spot she planted them at the beginning of the music. Everyone in the room awaits her next revealment. A second song begins, a little faster than the first, and now Christie begins to stroll around the dance floor. Another button pops, and now the opening is large enough to expose the swell of her breasts. Facing directly towards me, she leans forward and I catch a glimpse of those perfect globes. She understands the power of this simple movement, and repeats it for a number of her other watchers. Soon she’s upright again, and now she’s playing with the waistband of her skirt. It seems to be almost an afterthought, and with little ado she steps out of the garment. Every man wishes to see the curve of her hips, but they are disappointed – the long tail of the dress shirt hides both her behind and front. Exactly on cue, the second song blends into the third, a rhythmic tune with a good beat. Christie’s hands move back to the buttons of the shirt, and soon they’re all unfastened, clearly exposing the flesh between the mounds. She plays with the fabric, pulling it open a bit, enough to see the curvature, then closing it again, vexing her audience. Soon she advances, and hints of the aureoles are given. Now she takes the opportunity to play with the tail of the shirt, and glimpses of her wonderful arse ensue. It’s difficult to see if she’s wearing panties or not, then a string is seen above the crack, only two or three shades darker than her smooth skin. She stands facing away from me, then bends forward and simultaneously throws the fabric to the side, allowing me to see between her legs, the vagina hidden only by a small patch of cloth. Quickly she stands and pulls the shirt wide open, revealing to me and the other men those perfect, conic breasts. A catcall comes from someone, ‘take it off,’ and Christie obliges, throwing the shirt over her shoulder, and parading around the dance floor topless, her mound covered only by the slightest of g-strings. As the song winds to a close, she winks and blows me a kiss, and rambles back through the curtain to the dressing room. The crowd is silent, mesmerized by the beauty, and the pause is broken by the DJ spouting, “Let’s hear it for Christie!” The applause and screams from the gallery is almost deafening, far outstripping the small crowd. Christie pokes her head out from the curtain to see the commotion, and the DJ, seizing the opportunity, quickly starts another song. Christie ducks back in, but now the call goes up: “More, more!!!” Not to disappoint her audience, Christie soon emerges, the white dress shirt left behind, and stands proudly, the points of her breasts hardened, acknowledging the cheers. As the music rises, she once more begins to gyrate, moving across the stage, and men reach across with green paper to stuff into her g-string, but she avoids them, not wishing to be touched. Moments later, she traipses back into the dressing ground, leaving the room stunned. After the crowd begins to quiet, the DJ announces the next professional, and I feel bad for her; she is almost forgotten in the hubbub. Strangers come over and congratulate me for having such a great girl friend, and when I try to explain our relationship they fail to understand. Soon Christie joins me, fully dressed now, and the men try to talk to her, buy her a drink, but she refuses and says to me, “Let’s get out of here.” I follow her to the car, and I can tell she’s still high from the experience. “Did you see me, Derek? It was great!” We drive back to the island, talking about the experience. She wants to know what I saw, to tell me about what it felt like. After we enter the apartment she drags me to the couch and sits facing me. “Okay, it’s time to pay off.” “What do you mean?” I ask, innocently, knowing full well what she wants. “You weren’t naked up there tonight – you had that g-string on.” “Oh, yeah? Well what about last night? Are you going to claim I had earrings on or something?” “I never got to see the good part,” I complain. “Jake’s head was right where I wanted to see.” She ponders this for a moment, then apparently decides not to make an issue of it. “Okay,” she agrees, then stands and quickly pulls her blouse over her head and drops the shorts to the rug. All that’s covering her most private parts is a frilly bra and the minuscule thong as she approaches the stereo and puts on dance music. Smiling, she begins to gyrate as she did in the strip joint, and within a minute her hands flip behind her back, unleashing the décolleté, and with little ado the skimpy garment joins it’s discarded fellows. Now she’s prancing across the floor in front of me, playing with the elastic band of her g-string, drooping first the left side, then the right, and then her back is turned to me, the panties are drooped until the most beautiful butt is exposed to my view. Twisting, she faces me again, and watching me intently, she quickly and gracefully steps out of the panties, exposing the bush I knew was there, the fine yellow curls masking a protruding Venus’ mound. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” she asks, standing on one leg, a lanky thigh just disguising the portal between the extended legs. “Yes,” I agree, even though I know I’d love to have the entire vagina exposed. But even in this state of excitement I realize that’s way too much to ask. “Okay, then, it’s your turn to give it up.” I tear my eyes from her frame and catch her eye. Her stare announces it’s not a joke, she wants me to fulfill the bargain we jokingly made. When I hesitate, she seduces me with just one word, “Please?” She sits on the couch, crouched against one arm, and arranges her legs so I have no hope of catching the faintest glimpse of the pinkness. I stand and quickly shuck my shirt and trousers, then pull my boxers off. I’m as naked as she is now, and my pecker stands straight from my body, as hard as it’s ever been. I recline on the other end of the sofa, facing her, and ask, “You really want to see me jerk off?” “Yes,” she huskily replies, “yes.” I’ve been masturbating now for going on fifteen years, and I’m an expert at it. Usually, I visualize a woman, any woman, and what I’m doing to her, but this time I simply gaze at Christie, at her long legs, the throat, those perfect globes and below the waist her curl of hair, and I don’t need to pretend. Spitting into my left hand for a bit of lubrication, I stroke the head of my penis with my palm while my right hand toys with my balls. Christie’s eyes are fixed on my gonads, and soon her hand creeps down to her netherland, and she spreads her legs, allowing me a complete view of the wondrous pussy. I can see how moist it is and one of her fingers exposes the coral clitoris. This is too much for me, and my strokes quickly bring the seminal liquid to the surface. The juice spurts from the tip, nearly a foot into the air. The next gush is lessened, and within ten or twelve swipes, I’m simply dribbling. Christie’s still fondling herself, but all the while she’s been watching me carefully. “Beautiful,” she murmurs, then stretches her legs further open until I can see everything, the stunning double folds of skin surrounding the moist tunnel that I want so much to penetrate with a finger, a tongue, or, dream of dreams, my manhood. As her index finger coaxes the button, the middle finger immerses itself inside the vagina. Her other hand goes to a breast and titillates a nipple. As her head droops back onto the pillow, I realize she’s going to allow herself to come while I gawk. Her breath is exploding from her lungs in short pants, then I hear a low rhythmic moaning, “Oh, oh, oh, oh.” I watch as her entire body takes on a roseate glow. It is easily the most erotic episode of my life. I want to help her, to be a part of her reveling, and I place a hand on her ankle, but she pulls her leg away from me – it’s obvious my assistance isn’t desired. After she completes her orgasm, she looks at me and smiles. “That was beautiful,” she confides, and I’m unsure as to how to end, or continue, the encounter. But I’m saved the embarrassment – Christie stands up shakily, takes one last look at my semen covered midriff, mouths “I wish” wistfully, then plods to her bedroom, brushing my face with her hand longingly. I’m not sure if I should follow until I hear the door close and the click of a lock. And so, I realize, it’s time for me to go to my bed and sleep, should that be possible. I’m having a dream in which a beautiful woman is cuddled against me and stroking my manliness, and then I awaken enough to realize it’s not a dream, Christie is beside me, holding me. I know I’m fully erect, and Christie pushes me back and straddles me, mounts me. I’m entirely inside her, and when I press a palm to her breast she clasps it, cherishing the caress. Quickly she’s moaning in her sudden climax, and just as quickly I’m coming, my juices mingling with hers. Without words, she understands my needs and presses her pelvic bone hard against mine, allowing for the ultimate fury. She controls the motion, and I allow her to dominate the act of love. Even after I finish, she continues to gyrate in orgasm, and I hold the wisp of a waist, helping her to move, to inflame. When the passion is consummated, she simply leans forward, her chest on mine, and we snuggle. I feel our pounding heartbeats calm, and soon I hear the soft sounds of her heavy breathing indicating her loss of consciousness, and minutes before I, too, drift off I feel my softness slip from her silky passage. The sunlight streams through the window as I rouse, and the first vision I have is of Christie’s sapphire eyes looking at me, watching me awaken. Her smile immediately brightens my day, and I hear her say, “I couldn’t stop myself. Do you mind?” “Of course not,” I say, and mean, and I clutch her to me, sensing our flesh converge. For an hour or more we make love in spurts, first I on top of her, then again, she on top of me, then hunger and thirst drive us to the kitchen, and she sits on my lap, feeding me fruits, sucking juices from my mouth with her kisses. She pulls me to the couch, and again we share our bodies. Afterwards, we discern the day is passing and we need to pack for the trip home. And it is at that point, when we are showered and clothes again hide our beautiful bodies from each other’s stare, that shyness begins to settle in. Christie is more subdued now, less likely to embrace or caress me. On the drive to the airport, she smiles at me as if recollecting the passion, but the intimacy we shared for a few wondrous hours dissipates. On the flight to Atlanta she sits beside me yet few words pass between us. As we wait for the plane to depart Hartsfield, she sighs heavily and confesses, “We shouldn’t have done that. It was my fault, of course, I never should have let it go so far. I wonder what will happen when Jake finds out?” “You’re not going to tell him, are you?” “I have to,” she seriously declares, “it wouldn’t be fair to him not to know what I’ve done.” “But . . .” I start, then stop. I want to tell her not to, I want to explain it’s not necessary, and I want to ask her to leave Jake, to come with me. But I haven’t the nerve to ask for even the smallest boon. We’re separated on the full flight, she sitting in the front rows, I near the back pressed against a window, watching the evening gloaming from thirty-five thousand feet, wondering just how my life has changed. When the aircraft approaches the jetway and the two bells alarm us to the arrival, I barely glimpse the blonde ponytail depart long moments before my chance looms. When at last I’m freed from the tunnel, I lumber through the terminal. Occasionally I spy Christie through the crowd, her hair swishing first left, then right, her rump following suit. She’s nearly jogging, and I know there’s no chance I’ll catch her in the crowd. I lose her as she passes the metal detectors and I trail her down the escalators to the baggage claim. And then I see her, poised next to my best friend, perhaps my newest enemy. Christie droops her head in shame, and Jake grimaces. I realize he now knows of the treachery. He catches my approach, points his finger at me and crooks it, bidding me to approach. As I gravely draw near, ready to confess my sins, I’m shocked to detect the silver tones of Christie’s giggles and Jake’s joyful cry of, “Happy Birthday, Bud!”

Finally, Pam and I managed to get a day at the beach by ourselves with no kids and no phones. What a wonderfully strange feeling. We have set up our camp for the day way up in warm creek bay and have the whole lagoon to ourselves. There are no clouds, and not a breath of wind is in the air. One of those truly magnificent days on the shores of Lake Powell. We are both just laying on our blanket on the beach just letting months of stress fade away in the summer sun. Pam has on a cute little turquoise two-piece bathing suit that makes her cute little figure look great with her long blonde hair draped over her shoulders. As we watch an occasional skier go by and just plain relax, a boat pulls up to the beach down from ours and a man waves hello as he walks up the beach towards us. He says he is sorry to bother us, but he is not quite sure where he is, and he is trying to find some friends of his that should be camped somewhere in the area. Pam whispers to me "Oh my God, that’s Michael Wolf. I can’t believe it." He approaches closer, and I ask him where he thought his friends might be, and he says he’s not sure. He thought this was the cove, but there is no sign of them. "Are there any other coves like this one in the area?" he asks. I give him a rundown on some different possibilities I know about, but I am not really able to help him much. Pam cannot contain herself anymore and asks nervously if he is Michael Wolf, the singer. He replies yes he is and has she heard any of his music? Pam says: "Are you kidding, practically all of it" with a little school girl grin on her face. "I have all your latest albums." The two of them spend minutes talking about what concerts she has been too and what her favorite songs are. Michael finally asks her if she would like to hear him sing a couple of songs for her and she says, "Yes, yes, yes!" I tell Pam I think I am going to go around the other side of the peninsula and get those pictures I have been wanting to get for a while and that I will be back in about an hour. I tell Michael it was good meeting him and I hope he finds his friends. I feel a little funny about leaving Pam alone with him because I know she has a schoolgirl crush on him from listening to his music. On the other hand, it is thrilling to me to leave her in this position because I can only imagine how her heart is pounding in her chest and that this is one of her most secret of fantasies. I walk down the beach further and further, and my mind cannot concentrate on the pictures I wanted to take. All that keeps going through my mind are images of what might be going on back there. My imagination is running wild with images of her actually fulfilling her fantasies with Michael. Finally, I can’t take it anymore and come up with a plan to circle around the back side of the peninsula and come up to the top of the hill and see if I can see what’s going on. The sun is hot, and my imagination is not helping things. I make my way to the top of the small hill behind them, going slowly so as not to let them spot me by accident. That would be very embarrassing, and I would have to do some quick explaining. As I peek over the top, I can hear him singing while playing his guitar. I can see them perfectly, sitting there on the blanket, and I am much closer than I thought I was going to be. I feel a little strange spying on them, but at the same time, it is a turn-on watching two people who don’t know you are watching them. I look around and make sure no one is in the area and can see me spying on them and then lay on my towel and make myself comfortable. Pam is giggling like a little high school girl with a crush on a rock star and is obviously swept up in the moment and his charisma. He sings another song and then lays down his guitar and takes a break. Pam remarks about how hot the sun is today, and Michael offers to put some suntan lotion on her back if she would like. She says yes and lays down on her stomach so he can. If she opened her eyes and looked up a little, she could probably see me spying on her. I get down a little lower and decide to set up the camcorder I thought if I have to duck so as not to be seen I can always watch the tape later and see what I missed. I get it rolling just as Michael leans over and starts to rub some lotion on her back. This is turning me on watching this, especially the way he is doing it with such tenderness. He is slowly and gently rubbing it into her shoulders and neck. I can even hear her give a little groan and tell him how good it feels. Her eyes are closed, and she lets out a big sigh of relaxation, and I can only imagine what thoughts must be going through her mind. He rubs it all over her back and asks if he can untie her top for a minute so he can do a better job. She nods yes, and he unties her strap and lays it to the sides of her and continues to rub in the lotion. He seems to be enjoying this as much as she is and seems to be in no hurry to complete the project. After a few minutes, he asks her if she would like some lotion on the back of her legs also and she nods yes again. Watching this is beginning to give me a hard-on and my imagination is probably running as wild as Pam’s is. All I have on is my swimsuit, and my cock is starting to stick out the top in excitement. Michael begins to rub in the lotion on her legs, and I can see a warm glow begin to appear on her face as she lays there with her eyes closed. Each time he runs his hands up her thighs, she spreads open her legs ever so slightly further apart. She is also giving that cute little butt wiggle that she always does when she gets turned on. Finally, he asks her if she would like her front done, and without a word and just a big smile on her face she clutches her top against her boobs and rolls over. I can see by the glow on her face that this is her dream come true. Michael starts to rub lotion over her shoulders and neck, works his way down to her stomach and rubs everywhere but on her boobs. I secretly hope he takes her top off and plays with her tits. I no sooner think this than Michael slides a couple of fingers under her top a little just to see her reaction. Her only response is to continue to have that blissful smile on her face, so I guess he decides she likes it and slides his fingers even further under her top. Her only reaction is to stretch out her arms out above her head, which has always meant to me that she is really enjoying this and fully approves. Finally, he lifts her top off and exposes her beautiful white boobs with rock hard nipples sticking straight up. He runs his fingers over them a few times and then leans over and slowly starts to suck on one while rubbing the other. Pam lets out an audible moan of delight as she relaxes even further. He switches from one boob to the other several times and then starts to slide his hand under the front of her pants, slowly trying to reach the fire in her crotch. She raises her knees up and spreads her legs a little giving him full permission to touch her most private of places. I can’t help but slide my own hand into my pants and slowly start massaging my own cock, which by now is very hot and hard. While Michael explores her pants, she reaches up and puts her hands around him and starts vigorously kissing him on the lips. I can see what looks like her sliding her tongue into his mouth as he responds by pushing his own tongue into hers. His hand has obviously reached her pussy, and she moans even louder with the pleasures her dream man is bringing her. She reaches down and slides her bathing suit off even further giving him permission to do what he wants to her waiting pussy. I can see him gently rubbing her clit and then his finger slowly disappears inside her. While he is doing this, he is also sucking on her hard nipples. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, Pam pushes him onto his back on the blanket and starts to slip his T-shirt up and over his head, exposing a muscular chest. She runs her hands lustfully over his chest a few times, stopping to play with his nipples also. She then grabs the sides of his swimming suit and pulls them down, exposing a rock hard cock about 8 inches long. She hungrily eyes his stiff cock and then runs her hands up and down his shaft a few times, simulating what it would feel like to him to have his cock inside her waiting pussy. I run my own hand up and down my own cock the same way and can hardly take it anymore. I would love to be there with her so I could slide it into her myself, but that is not for today. She seems to have lost all her inhibitions and is taking control of what she wants. She swings her body around and with her on top, gets into the 69 position with her hot pussy right over his waiting lips. She then lowers her mouth over his erect penis and slides her lips all the way down until almost all of his cock disappears inside her. Michael is running his tongue over and over her clit making her grind her pussy harder and harder onto his waiting face. I can hear the familiar sounds of her coming as her body tenses up and can hardly stand the pleasure. I know she is coming and I slide my own pants off and start to masturbate with pure abandon. I can feel the come beginning to well up inside of me as I watch the two of them in the middle of the most passionate lovemaking I have ever seen. Pam relaxes a little, and Michael positions her up on her hands and knees and goes behind her. They are sideways to me so I can see both her gorgeous ass and his hard cock glistening with the saliva Pam left behind as she sucked every inch of her lover's manhood. Her pussy is so wet that his cock easily slides in with the smallest amount of pressure put on it from the head of his hot penis. As soon as I see his dick slide all the way inside her, my own cock can hold my come inside me no more. I vigorously run my hand up and down my cock as the hot come starts to squirt all over, landing on my chest and face. I only wish Pam was here, but I am very grateful to have watched this whole experience. Michael also seems to have reached his limit on my wife and is wildly pumping his cock in and out of her while he is reaching under her and playing with her dangling tits and pulling on her nipples. Eventually, they both start to let out uncontrollable whines of ecstasy, which cannot be taken for anything else but pure sexual bliss with each other. After about 60 seconds of uncontrolled fucking each other, they both collapse next to each other on the beach in complete exhaustion. After a few minutes, Michael turns his head and gently kisses her on her lips and tells how special this meeting with her was. No doubt this will inspire a song in him that he will name in some way after her that only they will know about. Pam tells him she has secretly dreamed for years about meeting him like this, and she will never forget him and always hold this moment dear to her heart. They embrace one more time and then get their clothes back on. Michael says goodbye for now and tells her there will always be at every concert he does, a backstage pass with her name on it waiting at the ticket office. He hopes she will surprise him some night by being there when he walks off the stage, so they can renew their acquaintance once again. A final kiss and Michael leaves for his boat and resumes the search for his friends. I get myself together and walk back the way I came so as to pretend I am returning from my picture taking. As I walk up to our spot on the beach, Pam is sitting there staring across the lake, not saying a word. I sit down next to her, and she looks over at me and says, "I love you and have a confession to make." I reply to her, "I love you too, and have one to make also." P.S. I can’t wait to show her the tape.

I just had to do this, the devil made me do it. This morning when Cheryl and I were fooling around in bed I asked her to go braless when she went to the store this morning as I wanted some of the men in the store to see her hard nipples when they stand up and show through her sweater. I knew she would do it as she is always up for a dare. She left about 9 this morning and I immediately called Mike, a friend of mine who doesn't know Cheryl and she doesn't know him. Let's just say that we are friends outside of normal circumstances. Well, I told Mike that since he had the day off today, and I knew it, I would like him to get his butt to the Albertsons's store in our neighborhood and look for a petite woman in a light blue sweater with a set of 36 C tits poking out of her sweater and make a move on her. Mike, who has been divorced for about 6 months and almost as long without pussy at least that's what he tells me, was game for the challenge. He asked what he should do, and I told him to just be his charming self and see if he could pick up the lady and then do whatever came up. Cheryl saw Mike, liked his looks and was a little surprised when he began talking to her in the frozen food aisle which is so cold her tits were almost sticking out the sweater through the loose knit and he couldn't take his eyes off of them. As they talked it became apparent to Cheryl that he was trying to pick her up so she decided he was a good looking guy about 6' and 180 pounds with a lot of hair and a good build so she'd have a little fun with him. Now since neither of them knew each other and neither of them knew that I had set them up, they decided to go for coffee at the Starbucks next door and get to know each other a bit. While they were talking Cheryl mentioned that she and her husband were swingers and asked Mike if he would like to swing with them some time. Mike jumped at the invitation, and asked, ' how about this morning?' Cheryl said, 'my husband is at work, and we don't swing without him there, but you are so cute maybe we could make an exception today.' With that, they got in their cars and Mike followed Cheryl home. Meanwhile I was all set up with the videocam and hiding in the bedroom closet to watch what I was sure was going to be a fun quickie and maybe even a chance for me to join in. Now normally, Cheryl wouldn't do this kind of thing, at least as far as I know, but she was hot that morning as I had her primed, but hadn't let her have an orgasm and I knew she was ready. I heard them come in and Cheryl was putting the groceries away, and darn it I couldn't see them in the kitchen, I could only listen. Mike was trying his best to get Cheryl's sweater off and she was telling him to slow down as they could go into the bedroom for a quickie in a minute. Now I had to be sure and be quiet as I double checked the videocam and went back into the closet, making sure the door was just a little open so I could see the bed from that spot. Almost immediately, Mike and Cheryl came in together and began kissing while Mike was pulling Cheryl's sweater off over her head and she was unzipping his fly. At about 30 years of age and no sex for 6 months, Mike was more than ready as his 9' dick sprang free and Cheryl dropped to her knees to suck on it to prime him. Mike begged her to stop as he didn't want to cum too soon and she had him almost over the edge already. They then jumped in bed naked and Mike was between her legs and eating her pussy so fast that Cheryl had to pull him up by his ears and tell him to slow down a little. Mike than went back to sucking and licking and then got into a 69 position so that they could both enjoy each other together when I knocked over a shoe box in the dark and they both jumped out of bed and Mike looked terrified. As I came out of the closet I apologized to both of them for the little trick, but thought it would be a good way for the three of us to get to know each other. Cheryl was furious as she had been 'caught' in what would be cheating and Mike wasn't too happy that his friend had 'set him up', however after a few minutes of talking I convinced Mike that Cheryl and I did this all the time and that I just wanted to see what would happen. As Cheryl is always a good sport about sex, she just laid back down and invited Mike to get back to work, but he was so embarassed he couldn't regain his erection and I had to take his place. While Cheryl and I fucked and she was getting her much needed orgasm we both noticed that Mike had his dick in his hand and was slowly stroking himself back to a full erection. Now that needed attention, so I pulled out and invited Mike back between Cheryl's legs and this time he had lost his inhibitions and was rubbing the knob of his dick back and forth across Cheryl's labia when she pulled him in saying, ' Let's get that big dick busy in here and give me another orgasm while Jerry watches this time.' She had a big smile on her face, and I knew that she wasn't angry and that I was getting it all on tape for our fun review later. Mike didn't take long to cum and Cheryl's orgasm happened about the same time. I went and got them a towel to clean up and then the three of us sat on the bed and talked. Mike was overjoyed at his good fortune, and Cheryl was happy to see that a man like Mike really liked her for herself and not just her tits and pussy. As the morning went on the three of us had some more fun as Cheryl sucked me off while Mike was plowing her from behind and the sounds of our sex fun could be heard even outside, or so it seemed. It is now late evening and Cheryl and I have watched the tape twice and she is ready to call Mike and have him come over again tomorrow when she is sure that I will be here to enjoy a threesome again. I can't wait ! Jerry and Cheryl

Marie and I are a married white couple. She is 28, is 5-8, 135 with big 38dd's and a small waist. She has long blonde hair and blue eyes. She also has very light skin. She is part Swede. I am 31, 6-0, 210 average build. Marie and I had been swinging for a while now. We had foursomes and lots of threeway mfm's. Marie loves to be the center of attention and I {Mike} love to watch her. It's so fucking hot. I have always fantasized about seeing her with a black man but she never talked about it. So, I figured it was not something she was interested in. Until one day, we were out at a bar. And I had a few drinks and I figured fuck it, I am gonna ask. 'Marie, what would you think about having a three way with a black man?' She said, "Sure, why no". No hesitation at all. She said as long as it was like the others, meaning the guy was cool and willing to go at her pace. So I told her I would look online and maybe answer some of the responses our swingers ad got from black guys. The next day I responded to a few. And almost immediately this guy responds with his number and tells us about himself. So I decided to call him. The next thing I know we are making plans for Friday night. We decide to meet at a local bar. I then go and tell Marie. She is a bit surprised that I set this up so fast. She said wow, you must really have wanted to see this. I laughed and said well yeah. Friday night comes, Marie takes her time getting ready. She does her nails, her hair, make up, you name it. Oh yeah, and decides to wear a low cut black practically see thru shirt and a short skirt and no panties. I am so excited at this point. We head out to our local TGI Fridays. When we arrive, we looked around at the mostly white crowd and then across the bar, there he is. Black- 6 foot 4 inches tall, and BIG at least 310 and solid. With a shaved head. I point and say to her, there he is, Gavin. She looks and says wow. Really, he is so sexy. I knew then this had a great chance. We walked over and he immediately kissed her on the cheek and said "Hi Beautiful". She was blushing. He shook my hand and thanked me for the opportunity to meet. He said quite often couples agree to meet and then back out. Marie laughed and said, "Ha, I am glad we didn't". The next thing I know we had been drinking for two hours and Marie and Gavin had moved real close to one another. I excused myself to go to the men's room. When I returned I saw the two of them kissing and his hand up her shirt squeezing her tits. Wow this was it. I watched for a bit and then walked over. I said well I see you two got to break the ice. They laughed and said yes we did. Gavin thanked me again and told me how lucky I was. I laughed and said I am lucky but I think you may be too. Tonight. I ordered another round and watched as Marie and Gavin kissed some more and he began to man handle her. His hands were double the size of mine. He squeezed those big tits like they were little. I was so fucking hard watching this in front of me. My lite skinned wife and dark black LARGE MAN with her. I made a suggestion that we go back to our house for the night. They said let's go. On the way out to the cars Marie said, Mike go ahead, I am gonna ride with Gavin. We'll follow you. I knew she liked him and was comfortable to be alone in his car with him. And I felt comfortable as well. I said sure. They followed me and at every light I would watch from my rear view. After the second light I could see that both of Marie breasts were out of her shirt. He could not keep his BIG BLACK HANDS off her milky white breasts. After a short ride we were home. Marie exited the his car with her tits out and not a care in the world. He was smiling ear to ear. We walked into the house and I went into the kitchen to make us some drinks and they went into the living room. Gavin asked Marie and I what we had in mind. I said that usually in these situations we share her. But tonight, I would like to sit back and like to watch you take her. Control her. Pleasure her. He looked at Marie. She smiled and said "Hmm, sounds good to me." She threw her arms out and he jumped on top of her kissing and groping her. He asked were the bedroom was. I directed him. He took her by the hand and lead her down the hall. We entered the room. I took a seat in the corner, Gavin then looked at Marie. He told her take off her shirt and to play with those tits, then to strip her skirt. There she was all fucking naked. He was more than double her size. He looked at her and again thanked me and at the same time asked me to forgive him for what he was about to do to my wife. I did not know what to say but your welcome and enjoy. He then told her to come over to him and take his shirt off. She did. He had a barrel of a chest and python type arms. He then told her to take off his pants. She did. He had boxers on. She then pulled them down too. WOW. Her eye fixed on what appeared to be the biggest cock she had ever seen. It was at least nine inches long and not fully hard, and at least three fingers thick. She took it in her hand and rubbed it. He asked her what she thought. She laughed and said I love it and then began to suck it. To watch her pretty face buried in a man's midsection, trying to take it all, gagging. She keep licking it and licking it. He then started to slap her across the face with his his cock. It was getting angry. The veins were thick like cables. It was very rigid. Not at all smooth. This was not going to be an easy one for her as I am the usual six inch guy. She had her hands and other parts full. He then threw her onto the bed. He rubbed her pussy to ensure it was wet enough. Trust me it was. He mounted her. She winced. He told her to trust him. He would start slow and once she got into would be begging for more. He inserted the head of his cock. She moaned a bit, he then inched it in about half way. She looked as if she had it. She said "UGH UGH UGH. I can't. I can't." He pulled it out. Then slowly rocking the head in and out in and out, each time a bit deeper. Next thing it's all the way in, he is pounding and she is screaming. Screaming "god, fuck me, fuck me." I have never in my life seen my wife act this way in bed. She was like a porn star. He was giving my wife the fuck of her life on our bed. She screamed "I'm cumming." She did, and never stopped. All I heard was oh my god, over and over. He pounded her over and over. Until he got ready. He said, oh fuck I'm gonna cum. He asked her where do you want it. She yelled, "In my pussy, in my pussy". He did, he unloaded. She loved it. And then they both collapsed in each others arms. He asked what she thought and she said, "I love black cock!" WOW, I thought to myself. Did I create a wife who craves black cock???? More to follow..

What a trip... literally and figuratively. I was on my usual long commute to San Francisco, thought I'd take the more scenic route of along the ocean for the last part of the drive. Beautiful scenery, but this trip, I'd get a bit more of a view than sand dunes and waves. I pulled the company car off to one of the roadside vista points. Don't want to hear it from the motor pool that I fouled up the vehicle by eating while driving, so I thought I'd dump my garbage before turning in the car. The area had a few vehicles, so I pulled into vacant spot next to another vehicle. You know, the kind... van conversion with window like a fish bowl. The sun glinted off the windows, but I was sure I could see people in the back of the van. I started thinking of that old line, "If this van's a rock'n, don't bother knocking." Well, I had to get out of the car to dump my trash, so I walked to the front of my car and strolled casually to the windshield of the van. It wasn't rock'n but there was obviously something going on in the back of this van. I could see more clearly through the front windows and lo and behold, there was a guy and his gal doing the nasty in the backseats. Her blouse was wide open and she looked divine. Blonde, looked middle-aged, but had a pair of breasts that would make your mouth water. She alternated between giving him a blow-job and rubbing herself all over him. He seemed to realize I was watching from the start. I stared for a moment, got shy, so I ambled over the waste container. I thought to myself, SHIT, go be a voyeur, STUPID. Back for another look, this time it was obvious that I was staring for pure pleasure. He noted my return and leaned over to nuzzle her ear. She just continued working his cock and with a little shove on the back of her head, swallowed him whole, as in deep throating the dude. She came up for air, shaking her mane of blonde locks. Damn, she looked sexy. He must have said something, because she turned and looked right at me. I probably looked like a deer in the headlights. She licked her lips and motioned with her hand. Dumb me, it took a while before I realized she was gesturing to come to the side of the van. I walked slowly in a daze and found the side door to the van cracking open. The vision of beauty seductively looked at me and smiled. I said, "Hello". Wow, what a conversationalist I am. She licked her lips again and said, "You like to watch?". I continued my brilliance in communication by responding, "Sure". She says, "Follow us." He zips up and jumps into the driver's seat of the van. I do the same in my car and follow them out of the lot and back down the freeway. I'm tense as can be, but there's my vision laying in the back of the van, flirtatiously blowing a kiss my way through the smoky view of the back window. The van pulls off onto a more quiet rural road under a shade oak. I do the same and she saunters out of their van, now clothed, but looking hot enough to set the underbrush surrounding the cars to blaze. I roll down my window as she approaches and she leans up against my car. "I like to watch, too," she says. She tells me she'd like to see me stroke it for her. I look around and wonder if I'm being setup or is this my lucky day. I figure I've won the lottery and unzip. She murmurs, "Mmmmmm, that looks nice. Can you cum for me?" Well, I'm now as hard as petrified wood and about to shoot like a skyrocket after watching her earlier. She unbuttons her blouse as I stroke my rock hard cock. She's moaning and writhing a bit as I work my cock. I reach my left hand for her breast and she leans forward to my waiting grip. Her nipples are absolutely the most perfect erasers I've ever seen. I tweak them and get a moan in response. Getting braver, I lean farther and put my mouth right on that firm-nippled tit and lick, suck and kiss until... I explode! White and warm all over the front of my pants. She leans back from the window a bit to enjoy the view, I guess. Much to my dismay, she starts buttoning her blouse, while I'm trying to blot up my spent seed. She licks her lips one more time and says, "Thank you, I enjoyed that." She reached in the car and stroked my shoulder with her fingers. I stuttered a, "Me, too." as she then turned and headed back to the van. I managed to clean up without too much difficulty, watching as they slowly drove off into the waning sunset. Whenever I pass a roadside rest stop or vista point anywhere, I think back and say to myself, "What a trip."

Like I previously wrote about Maria and her hubby, she is delicious. She loves her sex and is bound to satisfy. Now our second meeting was not as intense as the first but just as enjoyable. We both had to drive some distance to meet at a hotel for a rendezvous, but we both knew it was worth the trip. We arrived within minutes of each other and proceeded to check in and head to the room. This time however, she knew exactly what she wanted and wasted no time in getting undressed and getting into the bed. I stripped and got in beside her and started kissing right away and I let me hands roam all over her body. We played like school kids and our mouths were everywhere. She reached down and grabbed my cock and said she had been so anxious to have her plaything again. Even though her husband and she had been playing, well she played and he watched since he is still experiencing his anxiety problems from work and all, she was fond of me since I helped to ease them into the lifestyle. To say she is insatiable would be an understatement. Even though she loves to have her pussy eaten, she would much rather have it stuffed with a cock. Her first go around in giving head was less than great, she had learned a few things and had become much more talented with her mouth and tongue. We did have a hot session, but since there was a front coming in our time had to be cut short and we barely made it back to our perspective cities. But this story is more about our next encounter. I told her once that I got to go on occasion to a small college town between them and the airport. She was excited and said that she wanted to know when I would be there next. Well, it just so happened that I was assigned to fly there within the month and we made arrangements. She took an afternoon and the next day off work so she could drive down to meet me. I had arranged to fly in and be at the plant the next day and they were fine with that. I arrived and checked into the hotel, went out to get some refreshments for us before she came in. I sat out in the parking lot until she drove up. I drove over to her and signaled for her to follow me. We drove to the rear of the hotel, closest to my room, and parked. I helped her with her stuff and we proceeded to the room. After the pleasantries, she was stripping saying that she needed it bad and wanted it now. Her hubby was on his way but she was so horny. To my surprise, she had on the peach bikini panties again which I noticed right away. She smiled and said, “just for you sweetie, just for you.” Well we got into the bed and had a great make-out session with our hands roaming over each other. I got busy sucking and licking those beautiful tits of hers while massaging them with one hand as the other headed south to find her natural bush. She spread her legs to grant me access, which I found a very wet, matted hair covered pussy. I made my way down to her snatch and started my feast, her pussy was so wet and getting wetter by the moment. I sucked and licked her labia and tongue flipped her clit. Now I seriously love the taste and aroma of a woman, and she was definitely giving me all that I could hope for. She was wet and getting wilder with each lick and nibble and suck on, in and around her sweet delight. I pushed in a finger then two and started my attack on her G-Spot and her hips started to raise to get me deeper inside. I kept up my oral assault on her womanhood and with my free hand I spread her pussy lips to find her clit and hood, which is gently pulled back and licked her clit directly. She grabbed a hand full of my hair and pushed me deeper into her sweetness and groaned. She then pulled me away and pulled me up to kiss her more on her lips and say it was now her turn. Now, who am I to argue with a proposition like that? She started by licking my cock head and then taking me into her mouth, someone has been teaching her more tricks. She licked my balls and ran her fingers over my sac and cock while licking away. She then said she wanted it bad. She laid back and I came up on my knees to slowly start my insertion into her waiting pussy. So wet, so hot, and so wanting, her pussy almost sucked me right in to my balls. We proceeded to have a nice slow rhythm until we were in sync and then started to speed up our assault. I reached up and played with her titties and touched her face. She opened her eyes and smiled and said she loved the feel of me deep inside of her. We stayed in that position and humped away until we both came and collapsed in a heap of sweaty flesh. We laid there for a while until we decided to get up, freshen up and get supper. After eating we returned to the room to find her hubby just entering the side door to the hotel. All pleasantries were exchanged, she gave him a big smooch and got naked again. Now I am not a young man anymore and thought round two would not happen, but she helped me strip and started to play with my and gently run her fingertips over my body and there he was up and ready, even to my surprise. Her hubby went over to the chair and got comfortable, in that he loosened his belt, unsnapped and unzipped his pants and got ready for the show. This excited Maria even more this time and she put a lip-lock on me that was fantastic. She kissed her way down to my chest and licked and sucked on my nipples and chest. Then she went down and sucked on me to make sure I was good and hard. She then got up on her hands and knees and said she wanted it again now. I got up on my knees, proceeded to approach her pussy, rubbed my cock up and down her slit until she said that was enough and grabbed my cock and guided me to her hole. I drove it to the hilt with one stroke and started pumping, when I noticed that her hubby had gotten up and presented his semi-erect dick to her which she gobbled up and started sucking away. She was in heaven having her two men giving her homage and cock. She didn't need to work since on each stroke I made into her pussy drove her mouth over his dick. I asked her if she was enjoying herself, which her only reply was hmmph and slightly nodded her head. This kept up for over ten minutes and I felt her pussy muscles start to tighten around my pistoning cock. She came violently and with that I could not hold back and squirted deep into her once again. This time there were three bodies that fell together on the bed and this time fell asleep for the night with Maria between us in the king size bed with hands on each tit and a smile on her face. I awoke to a nice dream, oh, make that a reality of someone sucking on my cock. Maria woke up horny and was working me over. To my surprise, I am now erect for a third time and she is mounting me taking me deep again. Did I say that she was insatiable. I looked over to see that her hubby was up, naked with a towel over the chair and smiling away at his bride. I am glad that they are early risers, since I still had to get to work later. This time took much longer, but just as much fun. She would lean over me and kiss deeply before rising up again and grinding herself on my groin. I was starting to lose feeling in my cock and wondered if I was still hard inside her when that old familiar feeling swelled up in my balls and I started to deliver yet another load into her and then she started to moan and cum then collapse on my chest. I grabbed her head and lifted to kiss her deep. I had to get to work, so I got up to shower. When I got out her hubby said he was next since he need to head north and get some hours in at his job as well. Maria just basked in the afterglow until her men were clean and ready to leave. We both gave her kisses and took off. I got my work for the day done and ordered the parts needed to complete my task the next day. I went over my work with the manager and explained what else needed to be done and explained that I should be able to finish the next day without a problem. I headed back to the hotel not knowing what to expect. I got to the room and Maria wasn't there. Her stuff was still there so I just laid down to get some much needed rest. As I just nodded off, I heard the door and Maria had come back from her running around. She had done some shopping and showed me what she had bought. She asked me why I was still dressed and she started taking her clothes off once again. Did I tell you she was insatiable? She told me to lay back and let mama take care of me. She started by massaging me with her hands, tits, and mouth. I am thinking that there is no way that it will ever spring back to attention after having sex three times inside of 16 hours, but she did wonders for me and kept up her gentle touch until I was once again ready. I told her I need to taste her again and dove in between her legs and started to kiss and lick her sweet pussy once again. She wanted cock. So she laid back and we started it all over again. This time we were banging away at each other with wild abandon. We changed positions several times, to doggy, her on top me on top, me behind her on our sides. We finished up with her on her back and me on my knees sweating away until I just went limp after over 45 minutes of heavy sex. I was spent and she was satisfied. We laid next to each other facing each other gently kissing and fondling. She told me that her hubby had called and wanted her to come home and not spend another night there, so she dutifully got showered, dressed, packed and left for home. I was exhausted, I had not had sex four times inside of 20 hours since I was in my twenties and that was a long time ago. My job situation has changed and we have not been able to see each other since. One person asked me on the comment section if I wore a rubber. The first two time we did not, but her hubby was getting concerned so this last time she brought a supply and I did use protection and she put them on for me. I hope you have enjoyed the stories.

After much thought about whether to write this story or not, I have decided that perhaps I should share a true experience that occurred just this past July. This is not an attempt to claim any kind of writer skills. It is simply an account of an experience my wife and I had that surpasses any fantasy that I could dream up. My name is Tom and my wife’s name is Sue. We’ve had a good sex life. We’ve never gotten further than watching porno movies together, which at times has given us some very long and exciting nights. Also, we have often shared our fantasies with each other. This past June an old friend named Buddy called me from Philadelphia. Several years ago Buddy married a local girl and then they both were hired by the IRS. That was why they relocated to Philadelphia. About our only contact has been class reunions and rare events like that. Buddy’s reason for calling was to ask a favor. The IRS commissioned our local university to host a seminar during the third week of July. Buddy explained to me that this seminar would be important for Jane in order to be promoted any further. He no longer had any family here and he told me that all of the motels were booked for that week because of the seminar. The favor he needed was for me and Sue to put him and Jane up for the week. I gave Buddy the green light right then because I knew that Sue would have no objection. In the past I have told Sue many episodes about Buddy and I growing up together in the same neighborhood. We were the same age but he was always further advanced then me especially in the area of girls. He taught me many things. Sue liked the stories and sometimes asked questions. Questions about size and endurance in the sack. Buddy was actually the character in some of her fantasies and she only knew him through the stories that I told her. Sue asked me, 'Do you think that you two have settled down any?' 'Let me put it this way, Sue', I answered, 'If Buddy and Jane lived close to us I would be willing to bet that the four of us would be having some good times together'. 'What kind of good times?', she persuaded. 'I mean good times. Lots of fun,' I said, 'some horse playing now and then, maybe everyone naked in the hot tub, maybe a little fooling around. Come on, Sue, you can’t say that you haven’t had certain desires now and then. And the best part is that they are a good couple very similar to us and nothing to be afraid of. 'You really think Buddy would allow you to mess around with Jane?' she asked. I started joking with her now to lighten the mood, 'Only if you give Buddy one of your famous blow jobs, Sue, and if that would be the cost of getting in Jane’s pants, well, I guess that I’m willing to pay it.' Sue started punching at me and tried to retaliate by saying, 'From what all you’ve told me about him, maybe I would consider that a fair deal!' The day finally came when Buddy and Jane arrived for their visit. Jane looked no different than she did ten years ago. Jane was a petite thing just like Sue, but Jane had a big beautiful set of tits that begged you to gaze at them. Whether her chest was covered or exposed her tits would draw much pleasing attention. Sue and I showed them the room they would be staying in. 'We’re putting you in the basement', we joked. Actually, we had just finished remodeling and finished off our basement into living space. Part of the renovation was to have a nice 'guest room' and it really turned out to be a nice and attractive room. Sue really got to like Buddy and Jane. They were not the show-off or loud macho type, which made them very much our type. During the first two days Jane attended her classes and Buddy played golf. The evenings were spent by the four of us on the patio just talking and having a few drinks. We were all very much enjoying each others company. The third day was Wednesday. Sue had some shopping to do. Buddy went to a garage to get a new muffler put on their car. Jane’s classes were in the afternoon and evening. I spent the day mowing the lawn and other yard work. That evening I had to go to a union meeting and it was necessary for me to be there. The only thing that I didn’t like was the fifteen mile drive. So when supper was over Jane went to her evening class and Buddy said that he was going to catch up on some reading. Sue was going to finish up some laundry and some light housework. I changed cloths and left for my meeting. I stopped at a convenience store for a coffee and drove off. When I arrived for the meeting I was totally pissed off because the meeting had been rescheduled and I didn’t receive a call. So, I headed back home. When I arrived back home it was just between twi-light and dark. I pulled into the driveway and walked around the house to go into the back door. The first thing I saw was Sue down by the basement window looking in. As I approached her she turned and saw me and seemed a little startled. I asked, 'What are you doing?' 'Shhhhhhhhhhh', she whispered, 'you’ll ruin the show! Why aren’t you at you’re meeting?' 'It was canceled and Ruth somehow overlooked calling me', I said. I came closer and looked through the thin sheer curtains of the window only to see, to my surprise, Buddy lying on the bed totally naked. His cock was standing up tall and stiff as he slowly stroked it with his left hand. Then I also noticed that he was watching a porno tape on the television. I asked her jokingly, 'What interest you most, Buddy or the film?' 'Both', she whispered, 'look how he strokes himself in time with that girl going down on that guy. Does that make it feel better?' 'Oh, you bet', I said, 'it makes it more like being there'. Sue knew that sometimes I masturbated watching skin flicks so she was interested in my opinion. Then I asked her, 'How did you come on to this?' She said, 'I was going out to the cloths line to take down the towels because it was starting to get dark and I didn’t want them to get wet from the dew. I noticed the light on down here and immediately became curious because of some of the stories you told me about you and Buddy while you both were growing up. I just came over here as quietly as I could and looked in and I’ve been paralyzed since.' Sue’s fantasy has always been to see a man stroke himself and give himself pleasure. She liked when I would put a show on for her, but she still had a desire to catch a guy doing himself without him knowing he was being watched. She would always get irritated when we were watching porno movies that they didn’t show the guys doing that more. 'Is watching this what you expected it would be like', I asked with interest. 'Even more so', she answered with a cracking in her whispering voice. I was actually becoming excited that this was exciting her. Sue knows that I have fantasized about her with another cock. Even though Buddy was inside and we were outside, there remained the fact that I was standing with my wife only ten feet away from a totally naked man. I was actually imagining Sue in there giving Buddy a helping hand. I leaned in closer behind Sue so that she could feel my hardness pressing against her. She reached back and unzipped me and pulled out my cock. Her cold hand felt so good and her grasp was tight. I thought that this was the time to determine for myself if I wanted fantasy to turn into reality. I began toying with her about our entertainment right there before us. 'Does Buddy’s cock look good to you?' I asked. As quick as I asked the question Sue breathed in deep and tightened her grasp on my rod. 'It’s a nice one', she said. 'Look how shinny and slippery his cock looks. He must be using something on it'> I continued, 'What would think if I told you that it would be okay with me if you went in there and had some fun?' Sue gave me a quick elbow in the ribs and tried to change the subject. 'Don’t you realize how much I’ve always wanted to catch a man doing this?' Her excitement was building even more. 'Do you think he’ll cum soon or stretch it out awhile?' 'My bet', I answered, 'is that he is feeling pretty good right now and that he’ll stretch it out awhile.. He’ll bring himself close to cuming and then stop for a minute. Then he’ll hammer away some more.' I knew that this was kind of talk would really work on Sue. Sue seemed pleased with my answer. Sue turned her head to watch the television. The scene that was on now was a girl on her knees and hands sucking some guy laying on the floor while another guy was hosing her 'doggie style'. She knew that this, also was one of my fantasies. Seeing Sue wrestle two cocks at the same time. 'Do you think', she asked, 'that Buddy is fantasizing that he is one of those guys?' 'Maybe', I answered, but now it was time to raise the stakes. 'But, do you know what I really think?' 'What?', she answered quickly. 'Now think , Sue!' I began, 'Jane is over at the university tonight for three and a half hours. I’m suppose to be at a meeting fifteen miles from here until ten o’clock tonight. You’re doing laundry and going about the house getting things done and the only other person around is Buddy. The only two who are suppose to be here right now are hostess and guest! And here before us is guest lying naked, stiff and hot. Think, Sue! He wants to get caught just the way you see him there!' 'Oh, he does not!' she said in a little bit louder voice. 'Shhhhhhhh', I said pointing to the window that was open about an inch or two. At times we could hear the people on the television as Buddy was entertaining his cock and I thought that just as easily Buddy could end up hearing us. I got up close to Sue again. My cock was still out of my pants and hard. When she felt it against her ass again she reached back and grabbed it and began messaging it at the same rhythm and speed that she saw Buddy messaging himself. 'Your cock is really hard. You must be enjoying this yourself aren’t you?' she asked. I must admit that I was feeling an envy for Buddy as he laid there in the raw and having a woman peeking in at him and enjoying the show. Then I answered her before I even had time to think. 'What I would really like to see is you in there with your hand wrapped around Buddy’s cock and you doing the work so that he could better enjoy his movie.' Quizzing me she asked, ' Are you sure?' 'Let’s get this straight', I responded, 'First of all, wouldn’t you like to be in there right now? Just the way you describe to me what you are watching tells me what your wet pussy is thinking.' She almost answered uncontrollably and with no hesitation, 'Yes, I would. I really would and it excites me that you want me too. But actually doing it is another thing. How would I get in there?' 'He’s our guest, right? Take down a glass of iced tea and knock on the door and take it from there. My bet is he will let you in the door! I’m telling you, Sue, he wants you to catch him. I sure wouldn’t mind laying there with my cock out and have Jane walk in on me! I’d love to slide my cock between those tits of hers!' 'Really', Sue asked with some onriness in her tone, 'I think I’d like to watch that show from out here sometime, too.' 'I’m telling you, Sue, you had better get in there. You can tell that he is really wound tight.' Sue was convinced that I was serious and I think she was convinced, also, that she was serious about going in there. I continued, 'If he doesn’t invite you in you’ll be able to come back out here and watch him shoot his load. I still say that you’ll get in and he’ll let you shoot it for him!' Sue was squeezing my cock hard and then suddenly let go and said, 'Okay, I’m going before I change my mind.' Sue went up on the porch and entered the kitchen. The light went on and then I heard her getting ice out of the refrigerator and preparing the tea. My cock was throbbing and twitching as I anticipated the show that I was about to witness. A few minutes went by. Just then, a knock on his door. The skin on my cock almost split down the length of my hardness! Buddy hit STOP on the VCR and it changed to the weather station on regular television. Then he flipped the sheet to cover the lower half of his body. I almost laughed out loud because his hard-on made him look like he was under a tent. I could actually see the outline of the head if his rod against the sheet as it stood straight up. It was now Show Time! 'Yes?' he said. I could hear Sue’s voice, 'Buddy, is there anything that I can get for you? I brought you down a glass of iced tea.' Buddy said, 'Come in. I could use some iced tea about now.' Sue entered the room and approached the side of the bed. My heart was pounding. I’m actually watching my wife in the same room and within inches of a totally naked man only partly covered with a sheet. Buddy’s cock was still erect and even twitched a few times and the action caught Sue’s attention. He knew he was giving a show and now I knew for sure that Buddy hadn’t changed a bit. Sue stood against the bed and handed Buddy the tea. Then she said, 'There must really be some exciting weather coming our way.' As she was saying that she grabbed the remote and pushed PLAY and with the other hand flipped the corner of the sheet to expose Buddy’s cock. The video was now showing another scene with two women and one man. As Sue watched the television she knelt down on her knees at the side of the bed and placed her finger tips on the head of his cock and began lightly and teasingly touching it. His cock was throbbing and so was mine. Sue occasionally looked at the movie and then she suddenly turned and made eye contact with Buddy and commented, 'You must have brought your own movies because this doesn’t look like one of ours.' Buddy said, 'Actually, I brought five movies with me.' 'Really?' Sue’s response and tone gave evidence of her growing confidence in her current adventure. 'You and your little........I mean big friend here must spend a lot of time together, don’t you? I know Tom likes to lay naked and wag his tail at the ladies of video, too.' I was so amazed at how calm and cool Sue was acting. She continued teasing the tip of Buddy’s cock with her finger tips. She was matching her moves with the video and Buddy was starting to show signs of high level arousal. He was gyrating his ass in a circular motion and even let out a little pleasure moan. Buddy asked Sue, 'What do you like about a man’s cock?' Talk about driving me crazy! He continued, 'Come on, tell me. I love to hear a woman talk about cock.' 'I like to watch a soft one grow tall and firm,' she started. I like to feel the soft skin on a hard cock. I like to pump one and stop just before it cums. I like to feel a cock’s belly on my tongue. I like to ride a worked up, throbbing cock like a cowgirl. I like when we have company staying at our house who 'tips' with a shiny , slick 'love stick.' It was clear that Buddy got more answer than he thought he’d get and even clearer that Sue was driving him to the edge. Then I centered my thoughts on what I was watching. Buddy was completely undressed and Sue was completely dressed. I can’t explain the extra arousal that this was giving me. Then Sue stood up and said, 'I’ll be right back in a couple of minutes. Don’t pump that thing off yet because we aren’t finished. Several minutes went by and Buddy was now sitting up on the edge of the bed still watching the video. He couldn’t hide his anticipation. It was all over his face. Finally Sue returned to the room and I could hardly believe my eyes. Sue was totally naked. The light from the television was the only light in the room and as it flickered it created quite an erotic effect. Sue came over to were Buddy was sitting and stood with her pussy right in front of his face. His cock was wagging like a happy puppies tail. Sue pushed on Buddy’s shoulders instructing him to lie back down. She knelt down beside him again and with one hand she grabbed hold of his shaft and with the other began messaging his balls. The hand on his cock she slid down to the base and then she leaned over and began circling the head with her tongue. She continued to surprise and amaze me. I never would have dreamed that I would like this so much. Buddy was moving his ass again in a circular motion and moaning louder. Sue suddenly brought both of her hands to her tits, holding them, and she began moving her head up and down sucking Buddy’s cock. This was something that I knew she was doing for me. She knows I like watching her do that to me. This was the point when Buddy started taking charge of the show. Buddy reached down and picked up Sue’s lower body as if she were light as a feather and placed her on top of him in the 69 position. He shot his head between her thighs and now Sue was letting out the moans of glad tidings. Now Sue was grinding her ass in a circular motion as she at the same time kept swallowing Buddy’s rod. They both kept a steady rhythm for several minutes with one or the other letting out pleasure groans. Buddy pulled his head out and then reached across the bed and pulled something out from under the pillow. It was a dildo that actually looked like a large penis. Sue didn’t know what was going on yet. Without Sue expecting it, buddy started easing the head of the love toy into Sue’s pussy. He made little jerky in and out motions and twisted it at the same time. Sue was really making some noise now as she was trying to force her body towards it so that it would penetrate her more. Buddy kept teasing her by not letting it go all the way in. I was wondering if Sue was thinking about the times I’ve told her about my fantasies of seeing her take on two cocks at the same time. Buddy gradually fed her more and more of the rubber rod and she took it all with a vengeance. Then he started pumping her with it. I could tell every time that Sue had an orgasm. Sue began moving her body back and forth controlling the stroke of the cock in her pussy as well as the one in her mouth. Sue raised her upper body and grabbed Buddy’s cock with her right hand and began pumping it forcefully. Then she suddenly let go so that she could watch it bounce and throb. She started stroking it again with long accurate strokes. Buddy starts twitching and jerking and Sue lets go again. A few quick sucks and she grabs it again and resumes her pumping. Buddy was really howling a tune now. I probably would have been able to hear him all the way down my back yard by the fence! This time Sue was not letting go. She pumps and twists her hand on his stick. Buddy keeps feeding her the dong in her pussy. They both begin screaming at the same time as Buddy shots a load of cum almost twelve inches straight up in the air. His body jerking wildly and he is shining in sweat. Sue collapsed on top of him and then rolled over to his side. For a few minutes more they were silent but continued stroking each others nakedness. Sue got up and said, 'I’ll be back in a minute.' When she returned she had a sweat suit on and was carrying a towel. She sat on the side of the bed and helped Buddy wipe off. She wiped his joy stick and he did everything else. She remained sitting on the bed beside Buddy as he laid on his back still naked with his cock resting back on his belly half limp. They were talking but I couldn’t make out their conversation. As they talked Sue lightly messaged Buddy’s balls and occasionally gave a single pet of her hand up his manhood. Then she would return to his balls and again gently knead them with her finger tips. He appeared very comfortable laying there with both his hands behind his head. The talking and ball messaging went on for about ten minutes. Then they began laughing and agreeing about something. Sue started to stand up but first leaned over and ran her tongue up the length of his cock to the head. Then she gave a last squeeze with her hand around his shaft and then started walking towards the door with a noticeable grin on her face. She opened the door and as she turned to pull it shut she gave a quick glance towards the window where she knew that I was standing and she was still wearing her grin. I started to walk away from my 'peeping' spot and trying to get my cock back in my pants. It had been hard for the entire hour and a half that this show had been going on. I entered the house and heard Sue in the shower. I made noticeable noise to make it sound downstairs like I had just gotten home. I went into the bathroom and removed my clothing and got into the shower with Sue. I told her, 'I just made some noise at the front door to make it sound like I just came.' Sue quickly and wittingly replied, 'Buddy just made a lot of noise when he came, too.' We both started laughing. 'I know', I said, 'I saw the whole show'. Sue looked a little concerned and asked, 'Were you okay with it?' I motioned for her to look down. She saw my hard-on sticking straight out. She grinned and put both her arms around my neck and pressed her tits into my chest and her pussy against the head of my throbbing prick. 'Tell me the truth, Sue, was that good cock?' I asked. 'Mmmmmm', she moaned, 'It was really good. You two are similar in a lot of ways, even your cocks. Yet, there was a difference too. His cock felt good in my hand and it taste so good that I almost sunk my teeth into it. I really wanted to climb up on top of him and sit down slowly and feel his knob enter my pussy a tiny bit to feel him throbbing in me. Then I wanted to slid the rest of the way down to let him fill me. I didn’t go that far though because I didn’t know how far was too far.' I motioned again for her to look down. 'I don’t have to look down', she said, 'I can feel the happy fellow’s head bagging between my thighs.' I shut off the water and as we were drying off I said to her, 'I must admit, however, I am a little curious about that talk session the two of you had at the end. I couldn’t make out anything that you both were saying.' She said, 'Well, Buddy and I both agreed that it would be a shame to waste the last two days of their visit with us. So while we were thinking of a way to get you and Jane together for some adventurous fun we figured out a flawless plan.' 'And what might this plan be?' I asked, showing obvious interest on my expression. 'Remember the other day when we were all having lunch together and you were telling Buddy and Jane about the bike trails that we often go to? Well, Buddy said that Jane loves doing that sort of stuff and that tomorrow is the one day that all she has is an evening class. She’ll have the whole day free. We’ll think of a reason why I can’t go Buddy said that he did want to look up a few of his old school friends. Besides, we only have two bikes.' 'Buddy said that he was sure of it', Sue said. 'He said that just on a couple of occasions he and Jane were involved in a threesome and one time a foursome. Turns out that they have enjoyed it with people they were comfortable with. And apparently he has shared many of the adventure stories about you and him when you both were growing up and those stories got her as interested and curious as they did me.' We walked out of the bathroom and went straight to our bedroom and shut the door. As Sue reached for her PJ's off of the closet door I laid down on the bed still naked. My cock standing straight up. When Sue looked she said, 'Ohhhhh Baby, second time tonight I’ve gotten this show.' She dimmed the light and crawled onto the bed. She reached her hand over and wrapped it around my cock and said, 'I want to suck and stroke your cock while I describe to you my experience tonight.' Sue began describing every sensation and feeling that she experienced downstairs just less than a half hour ago. As she stroked and sucked and licked me she described how much she enjoyed the touch and taste of Buddy’s cock. How much she loved the feel of his tongue dancing around her pussy. How much she liked the rubber cock that he used on her. She continued to arouse and tease me using explicit detail along with her experienced hands until I started to twist and jerk and gasp with total pleasure feel myself release a tremendous load of cum straight up into the air. 'Hey', I said, 'You said that there are two days left of their visit and that tomorrow I will be taking Jane out on a bike trail, what our we doing on their last day here?' 'Buddy and I agreed that tomorrow you and Jane are going to have such a great time out on the trail studying nature that you both will both quickly agree that on our last night together the four of us should all get together.' Sue was really blowing my mind. Everything she did tonight took me beyond all expectations that I might of had. I think that I have created a monster! The Next Day Morning seemed to come quickly and I was pleased as I looked out the window to see early signs of what appeared to be the makings of a beautiful day. I quickly shaved and dressed and went out to the garage to install the bike carrier on the back of the car . When I entered the kitchen I was surprised to see Sue and Jane already sitting at the table sipping on coffee. 'Boy!', I said. 'That really smells good.' Sue got up and poured me a cup as I sat down at the table. Jane appeared dressed and ready to go. Sue returned to the table and said, 'Tom, I wasn’t going to make breakfast because I thought maybe Jane would like that little country restaurant that we always stop at when we go riding.' 'Good idea, Sue.' I continued, 'Jane, I don’t know what your breakfast habits are but this little restaurant will really get you filled and energized for a full day of riding.' Jane replied, 'Sounds great. I’m really excited about this. When I got home last night Buddy told me what was planned and I just couldn’t wait for morning. These classes cram so much information into such a short time that my brain is short circuiting! I will really enjoy going out on one of those trails away from everything else.' Sue responded, 'That’s probably the best way to describe it. We are in the middle of the week and hardly anyone else will be on those trails. I’ve even taken advantage of such days to work on my tan lines and full tan.' Wow !!! I couldn’t believe Sue said that so casually and I just tried to act like it went through one ear and out the other. However, Jane did reply to Sue’s statement, ' Ouuuu, that sounds neat, but I don’t really have any tan lines to work on but more tan does sound good.' No tan lines !?!? Wow, Jane has a great tan. I was getting suspicious if they were plotting but at the same time I knew Sue’s way of sliding in the power of suggestion. As we were getting up from the table to leave Sue hands me the backpack and water bottles and instructs me, 'I put some snack foods in there and also, Jane, I packed that oil you said that you wanted to try.' Mmmmm, sounds like there WILL be some tanning today. We proceeded to the car and Jane instructed Sue, 'Buddy said he would like up around 8:30 and that you don’t have to worry about breakfast. He’s really not a breakfast person and he wanted to get on with his plans of looking up a few school friends' 'Okay', Sue responded. 'You two have fun and watch out for those big wild things that prowl out in the wilderness.' I turned and saw Sue grinning at me. We drove to the little country restaurant and had a good time discussing were we were going and what we would be doing. Jane was very attractive even now wearing a sweat suit and totally covered she had a very sexy appearance about her. I had already committed my brain to think that this was just a day for bike riding and nothing else. If something else happens, fine. Unfortunately, at the same time, I’m fantasizing about Jane the whole time we are eating. We continued our drive for another thirty-five minutes to the trail parking lot. It was as Sue suggested, deserted. As I unloaded the bikes Jane stood on the passenger side of the car with the door open and removed her sweat suit. Her back was to me as she pulled the sweatshirt up over her head. Ooohh Baby, I thought to myself when I saw that she was wearing one of those crop tops that are cut short to expose the midsection. Then she bent over to remove her sweatpants and while doing so totally exposed her breasts while reaching towards her ankles. When she stood back up I saw that she was also wearing a pair of loose fitting nylon shorts. Ooohh Yum Yum. I could feel my shorts tightening and now no longer needed my imagination to wonder what those lovely things looked like. I continued as if I hadn’t seen a thing. What an acting job that was ! Jane mounted her bike and I removed my shirt and then placed it in the back pack before putting it on. I placed a full water bottle into the brackets on both bikes. The sun was climbing and this was going to be a postcard day. I was dumbfounded. As we began pedaling toward the entrance of the bike trail I purposely looked and noticed how Jane’s posture on the bike allowed a bottom view of her tits. She had to be aware and yet totally unconcerned. Our conversation was about the beautiful day and beautiful forest setting. We continued our journey for several miles stopping only briefly now and then to observe some wildlife. While riding I stayed to Jane’s left and as much as possible let her a half bike length ahead of me. What a show !! I enjoyed every bump and especially the back and forth swaying of her breasts that coordinated with her pedaling motion. If you could have examined my brain you would have thought that this was the first time I ever saw a woman ! After going a few more mile markers we decided to stop for awhile for a short rest. We figured this would be a nice spot because it was at a beautiful overlook. I was surprised at how good of shape Jane was in. I hadn’t thought at all that we would put this much mileage on. Jane really appeared to be enjoying it. We grabbed our water bottles and found a spot to sit down. We sat across from each other and agreed of how good a workout this has been. Jane sat with her legs straight forward and was leaning back on her left elbow. As she raised her water bottle for a drink with her right hand she totally exposed her right tit. After taking a drink she looked in the direction of the valley and said, 'Boy, I really like the view'. Spontaneously I responded, ' So do I'. Jane quickly looked straight at me and grinned. Jane reminded me so much of Buddy just last night when I dared Sue to go into his room. {Read previous story: Easing into Swing}. Buddy enjoyed showing himself to a woman and having her respond. Now Jane seems to be doing the same thing. 'Where is our final destination?', Jane asked 'About three and a half miles further', I responded. 'It is a place similar to this only nicer. There are a couple hiking trails and one goes to an overlook that is above a river and railroad tracks. We’ve made such good time getting here that we can probably hang out there for a least two hours' 'Wow, sounds great. The idea of hiking sounds good, too. We’ll be able to stretch out', Jane announced. The next few miles went by quickly. We arrived at the rest area where there were some facilities and a place to park and lock the bikes. We did so and also grabbing our gear I pointed to Jane the hiking trail to head for. It was a well used trail and rated probably semi-rugged and sometimes steep. We reached the spot of the overlook and Jane was speechless. We went out onto a huge rock and took in the view. Below us was the river and on the other side the railway. I opened the backpack and removed my poncho liner which was a lightweight blanket and spread it on the rock surface. Jane went over to the edge and sat down. I went over and joined her. We talked awhile and then she placed her hand on my shoulder and said, 'Wow, you’re getting a little red from the sun. Let me get that lotion that Sue packed for us. When Jane returned she sat down behind me with her legs stretching out on either side of me. She squirted some lotion on her hands and began gently rubbing it in my shoulders. 'Feel good?' She asked. 'OH yeah' I responded. After my response she reached her hands around my sides under my arms and began putting the lotion on my chest. In doing so her chest was snug against my back and I could tell without a doubt that she had very craftily removed her top. The flesh on flesh of her breasts upon my back felt so good. My head was spinning a little from the disbelief of what was happening. 'How does that feel'? she asked and with a little more teasing detectable in her voice. I responded, ' That feels even better.' Jane continued applying the lotion when in the distance we could hear a train whistle. Jane jumped up and while standing totally topless said with an exciting voice, 'How long until it gets here?' I told her that we had about three to five minutes. She quickly went to the backpack and removed her camera. I didn’t even know it was there. She started looking for different angles to take a picture. I thought that maybe she had never seen a train before. She next handed me the camera and said, 'Here, you stand over here and take a picture of me watching the train.' Just as the train was coming around the bend, Jane stooped down and grabbed her top. Instead of putting it on she started jumping up and down and waving it like a flag! She kept saying to me, 'Not yet, not yet.' As she continued to jump and wave her shirt the train began blowing it’s horn. When that happened she slid her flimsy nylon shorts off and stood totally naked with her ankles wide apart and her hands on her hips. The train horn kept sounding it’s approval. Jane yells out, 'Take the picture. Take the picture!' I snapped off a picture and realized how good a picture it would be. The back view of Jane’s naked body waving at a train some fifty yards away with someone’s arm reaching out from the train waving. As the train disappeared Jane turned to face me and enjoyed my expression as I looked at her. She did have a full tan and her pussy was totally shaved. Now that was a first for me. Jane walked over to the blanket and laid down with her back side up and she said, 'Now you put some on me.' I began applying the lotion on her back and gradually worked my way to her ass. It felt good touching it and I thought my cock was about to burst out through my pants. I continued down each leg and then she turned over exposing to me her front side. She looked straight up into my eyes enjoying the sight of arousal upon my face. She took the bottle of lotion from my hand and said, 'Please show me how excited you are!' I stood up and loosened my shorts and removed my shorts and underwear at the same time. My cock sprang forward and bounced and throbbed. The air felt so incredibly good and I was enjoying the fact that now I was also totally naked standing in front of Jane. Jane motioned me to kneel back down beside her. As I did she gently wrapped her right hand around my cock and steered me closer. With the other hand she handed me the lotion again. I continued applying the lotion to the front of her and taking my time and enjoying it to the fullest. Jane’s eyes were closed while I rubbed in the lotion ever so gently and she massaged my balls with my hard on resting on her wrist. She opened her eyes and while looking straight into my face said, 'Is it okay that we don’t have sex?' Not wanting to ruin the rapid progress that has been made, I said, 'Sure, I’m okay with that.' Now is when the dialog really opened up. We both seemed so at ease. Jane kept looking to watch me as I viewed her body and she would run her eyes over me as well. She broke the silence, 'I want to share an experience with you that is as good as sex, believe it or not.' 'Sounds great to me', I said with my voice cracking some. Jane begins talking while we continue looking at each other and massaging each other. 'You know?' she says, 'We are not the only two people who knows what is happening out here. Sue knows and so does Buddy'. I’m speechless but just in case she holds a finger to here lips for me to be quiet and listen. 'Are you aware of what happened last night?' I shrug my shoulders. 'Come on now', she says. 'Do you know?' I shake my head yes and when I started to say something she quickly held her finger up to her lips for me not to say a word. 'You’ll get your chance to talk but right now just me.' Jane continued, 'Buddy told me last night that Sue visited him in his room for over an hour.' I shook my head in agreement. 'Ouuuuh, so Sue told you about it?' I shook my head ‘no’. 'Ouuuh, so then you must have caught them.' I shook my head ‘no’. ' Hmmmmmm, I wonder how else you could have known?' I quickly and uncontrollably responded, 'I watched the whole thing.' Jane quickly reached up and placed her finger on my lips to be silent but at the same time showed signs of increased excitement upon hearing what I said. She began messaging my cock more passionately. 'So', Jane said, 'You saw everything that happened? How?' She motioned for me to speak. 'Well', I started, 'Sue was in the back yard and saw Buddy’s light on and she went over to investigate and caught him naked and entertaining himself. To make a long story short Sue decided that she wanted to go in with him and I gave her my approval but that I could watch. Sue agreed. The rest is history but they sure did give me a show to remember!' Jane was showing extreme signs of excitement and her grip on me tightened. 'Wow, to bad we couldn’t have watched that show together', she said. Continuing she said, 'Let me fill you in on something.' As she began talking I laid down beside her and we continued touching each other and both enjoying it. 'Well', she began, 'Buddy and I have a unique arrangement. We have extremely good sex together but we both have the same weakness. We both like to fool around. We have only had sex with other people only a couple of times and when we do it is with both of us present. It would be a threesome or on one occasion we were with another couple and we traded partners and had sex in the same room with dim lighting so that all four of us could watch everything. It is a turn on for both of us to watch each other turn someone else on. I love watching Buddy drive a girl crazy and he persuades me sometimes to please a guy. It is always with people that we both agree upon. But there have been times when we each have fooled around on our own but we have always told each other when we did. That’s part of the turn on for us. While I’m describing an encounter that I had, Buddy goes down on me and buries his head between my thighs and drives me to such a level that it would be impossible for me to leave out any parts of the story. He wants me to describe everything we did and what I liked and what the guy’s cock was like. The more I tell him the better he likes it.' 'And when he fools around', she continued. 'He tells me all about the girl and her physical features and how she loved his cock and begged him to use it on her. But we have always saved going that far for both of us to enjoy at the same time. My wildest experience was when we had a threesome with another guy and I took on two cocks at the same time. The other guys name was Tony and to Buddy’s surprise I out did both of them. And do you want to know a little secret, Tom?' 'Sure', I said. Jane said, 'Well, Sue and I have had some talks this week and we both have the same interests and she even asked me to share some of the escapades Buddy and I have done together. She was most interested in taking on two cocks and said that many times you told her that you would like her to. She just doesn’t know how serious you are. You and Buddy could really help her decide if a threesome is what she would like. Buddy already told me he would like it. If when we start, Sue becomes a little backward, maybe she could watch you, me and Buddy get it on. I’d like that. I’m past due, myself , for a threesome.' Jane proceeded with even more, 'Sue also told me things about you that totally surprised me as to how much you two and Buddy and I are alike. She said you both like masturbating in front of each other. That you both like masturbating each other while watching videos. She even told me that anytime she masturbates privately that she does while fantasizing about you with another woman getting it on.' Jane started to stand up and while doing so held me down. She stood straddling me with a foot on each side of my hips. 'Wrap your hand around your cock', she instructed. When I did so she placed her hand over her inviting pussy. We both started massaging ourselves without even realizing at first that we were even doing it. What a fantastic view I had looking up at her naked body above me. I raised up bringing my face to her pussy and began searching her with my lips and tongue. She moaned and also held the back of my head firm and steady. After a few minutes she pushed on my shoulders for me to lie back down. Jane then bent her knees and stooped down and sat her bare ass on my thighs. Her pussy and my cock were actually touching each other. She wrapped her hand around my loaded cannon and began messaging it against her love entrance. I was wanting her to give in to the desire and let me enter her if only for a brief moment but she somehow remained disciplined to her agreement with Buddy. Her expressions were telling me that she was as aroused and full of erotic thoughts as well as I was. 'You see', Jane said, 'it’s like the old saying, ‘The journey is as much of the adventure as reaching the goal’.' 'What do you mean?' I asked. 'Foreplay', she answered. 'One of the most erotic parts of making love is anticipating and fantasizing your way through your desires before you even actually do anything. The biggest sex organ in the body is the brain.' 'Would you like to feel your cock enter me and drive me insane', she asked breathing heavy and speaking almost too loud not to be heard if someone were near by. 'I know you do, don’t you?' 'Oh yes', I said. 'I want to fuck you all day.' Jane moaned even more hearing that. She continued to press my cock against her bare pussy and stroked my cock with long firm strokes. She said, 'I heard that Buddy really liked this last night , let’s see how you do.' Jane pumped me as I looked up at her full nudity which stimulated me to peak performance. I started to jerk beneath her as I shot my full load up onto her stomach. 'Mmmmm Baby', she said teasingly. 'But if I want to catch up with Sue I need to suck this thing before Buddy and I leave to go home.' 'Tomorrow night sounds good to me,' I said. 'Will you let Buddy please Sue the same ways you want to please me', she asked. 'As long as Sue is okay with it so am I and I think last night showed me that Sue is more than ready', I answered her. 'This is new territory for Sue as well as myself and we both seem as excited to try something. We’ve always fantasized about this stuff and until last night and also today is the first that we have ever done anything.' Jane responded, 'Sue and I already talked about it. We both agreed that tomorrow night you and Buddy are going to take us out to wine and dine us. Then we’re heading back to your house where we are going to cross over the line from foreplay to you two guys feeding us girls some serious cock all night long !! Then the following morning Buddy and I will be heading back to Philadelphia' 'Wow', I replied. 'I think Buddy and I ought to let you girls do all the planning from now on.' We gathered up our stuff and got dressed and made our way down the hiking trail to the bikes. We started the bike ride back in the direction of the car and continued our conversation all the way back concerning our new adventure that we shared today. We began planning what we would like to do tomorrow night when the four of us get it on together on the last night. Jane even started planning for Sue and I to come to Philadelphia to visit her and Buddy. When we arrived back to the car we started loading the bikes. Jane was wiping her neck with a towel with her arm in the air giving me another look at one of those nice tits. 'Hey', I said. 'How are you going to get that picture developed?' Jane looked at me and grinned. 'Buddy develops film as a hobby and I’m going to have him make you an 8X10 of me waving at the train.' The Following Day Friday morning at 8:45 Jane was on her way to the university for the final class of her seminar. At 1 PM she finished, came home with certificate in hand and told Sue she felt like doing a few hours shopping. The two of them left for the mall in our car because Buddy was in the middle of washing and waxing their car. I was taking advantage of the time to get a few Saturday chores done a day early. I had taken this whole week off and it turned out to be one of the best vacations I’d ever taken and didn’t have to travel anywhere. Among my assigned chores were to hose off the back patio and wipe down the lawn furniture. As I was doing so I was standing only a few feet away from the window where I had the peep show of Sue and Buddy two nights ago . I came to a full erection as I thought my way through what I had watched them do. Then my mind went on to reminisce about yesterday out on the bike trail with Jane. Rubbing sun oil over every inch of her voluptuous naked body. My hands started aching with a desire to do it again. I thought about the incredible hand job that she gave me. Stroking me and working me to an eruption of love lather that sent my hips bucking like a bronco. After my chores were finished I called Janice to make some reservations. Janice and Scott are really good friends of ours. Scott is a supervisor at a telemarketing company and travels a lot. Janice inherited her family run Greek restaurant and runs it with the help of a few college students who work part time for her. Her and Scott live above the restaurant. Janice is not part of the plans for tonight but she definitely is fantasy material. I’ve never heard anything about her and Scott doing anything on the daring side except for one time when they catered a bachelor party for some other friends and she jumped out of the cake topless and wearing a pair of white short shorts. Then she lap danced on the groom. From what I heard Scott really liked it. Wish I would have seen it for myself. When Jane and Sue returned home the four of us got together to make our game plan. I said, 'Hey, guys, we’ve been doing ribs and steaks outback all week so I went ahead and made reservations at a Greek restaurant.' 'Oh, good idea,' Sue said. 'Jane, you two will love this place. We know the people that run it and they have a great menu. Tom and I usually get a salad that’s loaded with all kinds of stuff and a sampler bread tray to dip in olive oil.' 'Mmmmm', Buddy and Jane responded at the same time. 'Good, sounds like we’ve agreed, ' I declared. 'Reservations are at 7 PM'. Around 6 PM Buddy and I were ready and went out on to the patio to relax and wait on the girls. Buddy looked at me a little concerned and said, 'Tom, are you okay with everything so far?' 'Oh yes', I answered, 'and I think from the vibes I’m getting that Sue is okay also.' 'Good', Buddy continued , 'I guess we’re in unanimous agreement. I think this will be a good night for all of us. Don’t feel pressured. You can bail out anytime you want. This is just stuff that Jane and I have done on a few occasions and really enjoy it. When anyone becomes uncomfortable we’ll stop.' 'It’s been a good experience for Sue and I so far as well', I said. 'We’ve always talked and teased each other about it for quite some time but never, until now, persuade swapping partners or having a three or foursome.' Just then both Sue and Jane appeared on the patio and both our jaws dropped. They were both wearing flirty and revealing sun dresses and quite obvious that might be all they had on. Their nipples were pressing against the material and the dress allowed free movement of their breasts that only poetry could describe. 'My, my', Jane said. 'They can’t even talk. Wonder what their thinking?' Sue replied, 'Their thinking what every man thinks when he sees a woman wearing a sun dress or short skirt. They’re wondering if we have panties on or not.' 'You’re right, Sue', Jane said. 'Think we ought to show them if we are or not?' Sue returned, 'No, not right away. They might bypass taking us out and just attack us now on the spot.' Jane continued, 'Right again Sue, I think that when we came out here we turned three pounds of raw meat into ten pounds of hard meat! We must be magicians !' They both laughed. Sue said, 'Yeah, but the real magic show will be later when I make that ten pounds of hard meat disappear!' 'Alllllllllright,' Jane said loudly. This was reinforcing my satisfaction in knowing that Sue was comfortable, confident and willing to continue with something that also had me very thrilled. I looked at Buddy and said through my teeth so he could hear, 'I think Sue is ripe and ready to be picked.' Buddy returned a nod to me. We headed for the car and proceeded to the restaurant. As we drove off I became even more aroused thinking about everything. Here we were; all four of us on the same consensual wave length that promised to produce an extremely erotic finale to a full week of progressive excitement. We arrived at the restaurant and were greeted by Janice. We made the proper introductions and then Janice said, 'Tom, it’s a good thing Sue called me back and filled me in on your reservation that you made this morning. Sue, since this is a special occasion I’m going to seat you all out back on our deck. Scott is out of town inspecting a sister marketing firm up in Pennsylvania. So go ahead and use anything you want and stay as late as you like.' 'Sounds great', Sue responded Janice led us out and when we all came in view of their deck we responded in unison, 'Wow !' Privacy fence! Dim lit lanterns! Wet bar! Just the four of us! And a HOT TUB ! Janice took our orders and personally became our waitress. She was quite a dish to be looking at as well. Her little black skirt and ruffle white blouse cut down nice and low in the front helped to add to the erotic atmosphere that we were all enjoying. We were all having a wonderful time. Great food! The best of wine! Unbelievable selection of breads and dips! Beautiful, warm summer night! Good conversation! Two DELICIOUS looking women! And two massive hard-on's waiting to be released from their cages! Three hours had gone by and the restaurant had been closed since nine but Janice had reminded us again that we had no curfew. She practically insisted that we stay late. 'Well Sue', Jane started, 'do you suppose that we should settle their curiosity.' 'I think so', Sue replied. With that they both stood up and removed their little short sun dresses which left them both standing wearing only a tiny little triangular thong that matched their dresses. They both seemed so bold and confident and enjoying what they were doing with teasing smiles on their faces. Buddy and I applauded. I’ve always had an extreme appreciation of women who like to show themselves off and then allow a guy to make that eye to eye acknowledgment. Jane stepped over behind Sue and knelt down. She reached up and tucked her thumbs under the thin strings of Sues thong and started pulling it down revealing her partially shaved pussy. Chills went through me as I looked at her looking good at feeling good. Then Sue got down behind Jane and removed her thong to divulge her totally shaved cock pleaser. Oh how good they looked! They walked over and stood right before us and Sue said, 'We girls want to get into the water but we need some life guards.' With that Buddy stood up and I followed his lead as we removed our cloths. Sue’s eyes devoured Buddy’s cock when it sprang out. She knew she could react freely in front of me. The moment of truth had finally arrived. The four of us were all standing together naked sharing the same excitement and desire. I had wondered if I would be shy and timid but as it turned out I was loving it and now considering it as a bliss. The warm breeze blowing on me along with Jane’s stare was almost enough to make me cum right then on the spot Fantasizing such an event is one thing but to experience it in reality is so exquisite and beyond description by my limited vocabulary. We climbed into the hot tub and sat about fifteen minutes talking and savoring what was happening. Buddy was across from me and Jane and Sue were across from each other. Jane reached out both her hands through the water and grabbed a cock in each hand. Both our cocks respond to her touch. I couldn’t help noticing how Sue studied every move that Jane made. Sue was a good student eager to learn. 'You know what?' Jane remarked, 'Sue told me that she has never had two cocks at the same time and I think you guys ought to give her an opportunity to satisfy her curiosity.' Buddy and I both stood up and stood in front of Sue making the water below hip level. Jane stood up behind us and placed her left hand on my ass and her right hand on Buddy’s. Each hand moved squeezing us while at the same time coaxing us to move closer towards Sue. Sue, still seated in the water, reached her right hand towards me and wrapped her hand around my cock and then leaned in towards it and started licking the head of my throbbing joy stick. Then with her left hand grabbed Buddy’s rod and leaned over in his direction and began licking and lightly sucking him. Sue was showing increased signs of stimulation and excitement as her grip tightened on me. She slowly stroked me as she sucked on Buddy and then began to alternate. Jane had since moved her hands under and between our legs so that she could fondle our balls. What sensation it was all producing! Sue released her grip from both of us and scooted her butt up onto the decking with her legs still dangling in the water. She spread her legs apart and Jane gave Buddy a little push to move in. Buddy started kissing his way up Sue’s thighs until he made contact with her love opening. I climbed out of the tub and knelt down beside Sue and began kissing her and touching her tits. She let herself lay down and then pulled her feet out of the water so that her knees were still spread and positioned up. As I continued to kiss her I could feel her breath hot and she was partially gasping. Jane came and knelt down on the other side of Sue and said in Sue’s ear, 'Sue, the love gods are here and they want to grant you a wish. Their magic wands possess wondrous powers to fulfill your secret desires. Do you have a wish?' Breathing heavily Sue responded, 'Yes, tell them to never stop.' Jane moved over next to me and started teasing my hard on with her hand while I still had my face near Sue’s. Sue whispered to me as she got a glimpse of Jane’s hand on my cock, 'Tom, Buddy’s tongue feels so good. I want you to do the same thing to Jane. Would you do it so that I can see?' Jane eagerly laid herself down on her back and spread her legs wide open. Her shaved and open pussy looked so good and I wanted to memorize it in my mind. 'Do it, Tom, go down on her', Sue begged. 'Lick her hot pit and satisfy her need.' I went up between her silk smooth thighs with my face and aimed right for her love opening. Mmmmm, she tasted so good and my ears were enjoying the sounds of escalating pleasure coming from both girls. Jane placed both of her hands on my head and occasionally lightly squeeze her thighs against my head. In the past Sue and I only occasionally performed oral sex but I could tell now that was all going to change. The taste of Jane along with feeling her body respond to my flicking tongue and watching Buddy have the same control over Sue was driving me to another level of sexual desire. Sue was arching her back and pushing her ass up off the deck as if assaulting Buddy’s tongue. This had to have gone on for fifteen minutes at which time we all climbed back into the hot tub. 'This is incredible', I said. 'Are you girls still okay with it?' They looked at me somewhat surprised that I would even ask. Jane looked at Sue and said, 'Sue, Let me watch Buddy enter you doggie style and then I want you to suck Tom at the same time.' Sue immediately, as if obeying Jane’s command under hypnosis, climbed out and got into position. Buddy followed her and knelt down behind her. By then Jane and I came over to them were I laid down in front of Sue trying to position myself to also watch. Sue immediately started sucking and pumping my cock slow and firmly. Jane took Buddy’s cock in her hand and began wetting it down in her mouth. Then she guided Buddy’s missile in closer and closer until the head of his cum rod touched Sue’s entrance. Sue quivered and let out a sigh. Jane moved Buddy’s cock in a circular motion until shortly Sue’s juices flowed. Sue’s hips were jerking and she was trying to push herself towards Buddy so that she could devour his bait. Jane pushed on Buddy’s back directing him to enter Sue’s canal. Sue let out a yell of delight . It was now official; Sue has had her first threesome or as she would say 'made two cocks disappear.' Hell, this was my first threesome, too!!! Nothing could compare to it. Jane stood up and she looked at me as I watched her walk seductively over towards the table were we ate earlier. When Jane got to the table she spread her beautiful legs apart and laid her upper body down on the table with her ass aimed at me. Sue was able to see what was going on and said to me, 'I think there is another pussy here that needs some attention. I think that you should go and provide it to repay her for the ride I’m getting. Oh, Tom, Buddy’s cock is so delicious and feels sooooo good. I want to watch you make Jane feel as good.' As I approached her she stood back up again and whispered in my ear with her body touching mine, 'This is how I want you to fuck me, while I’m bent over the table. I’ve wanted your cock so much ever since I got my hands on it yesterday. But before you slide it into my hungry pussy I want to suck it with my hungry mouth.' It was incredible. I remained standing and Jane knelt in front of me and gave me such pleasure and sensation that only an experienced master could give. Her hands continually roamed my body as she sucked and stroked me with her throat. I kept glancing at Sue and Buddy as he maintained a steady rhythm. Buddy was emitting sounds that indicated his pleasure and satisfaction also. Jane sucked me with such skill that I had forgotten about Sue and Buddy only twenty-five feet away from us. My senses were going numb and I couldn’t even hear their moaning though I knew they were. Jane sucked and stroked me with her hand at the same time. My cock was swelling and swelling to the point that I knew I was going to cum and then she suddenly stopped and stood up against me. My cock was throbbing like crazy. She was good. She knew how far to take me. My face had to be flushed red and I was sweating also. She grabbed by cock tightly and whispered, 'If you want me to suck out your cum, you and Sue will have to come to Philadelphia to visit us.' I was ready to go gas up the car and get my Pennsylvania road map Right then. While still facing me and holding my cock she pulled it in close to touch her pussy. 'Please fuck me now. Let me feel this thing swell inside of me.' I was amazed at how much under the influence of cock that she was. She needed a fix and now. I turned her around so she could bend over the table again. As she did I came in close to her and made my entry. She was loudly moaning. I entered her slowly and gradually and easily slide in to her passion pit. She was so smooth and warm and I could feel the inside of her squeezing my love stick. I wanted to fuck her hard and cum but at the same time I wanted to pump her slow and gentle and make it last. She lifted herself up onto her elbows and asked me to reach in under her tits. They hung so nice and I allowed them to brush back and forth across my hands as her body responded to the gentle pounding that I was giving her. As I continued pushing myself deeper and deeper into her delightful desire pit I noticed some movement. Over in a darkened corner of the patio I could see that Janice was sitting in a chair watching us. She had her skirt up and was masturbating. I felt my cock jerk wanting also now to please Janice’s eyes as she watched. I continued to look in her direction wanting her to know that I was also enjoying her. Oh man, seems like everything that happens makes the night even better. Suddenly Sue and Buddy hit paydirt. They both started screaming as Buddy must have left loose with a massive load. The commotion stimulated both Jane and I even more to were within a minute I was swelling ever so tight inside of Jane to where we also were nearing climax. As I began to cum Jane and I both began howling and Jane’s legs began to weaken. I held her at least until I finished cumming and then we both fell onto the deck. When we were able to get back up we saw that Sue and Buddy had gotten back into the hot tub. We went over to join them and took with us a bottle of wine that we hadn’t finished. Passing the bottle back and forth we just kept looking at each other and laughing and sighing that reassured each of us that everyone had a great time. Under the water Sue was rewarding my cock with a soft message. I think Jane was doing the same to Buddy. I looked over to the darkened corner and saw that Janice was gone and that now there were lights on upstairs in her apartment. Here I am involved in a foursome and find myself briefly fantasizing about Janice. Wow, I must have gotten a bad case of the pussy virus. 'You know?' Jane broke the language barrier. 'Buddy and I would really like for you two to come up to Philadelphia sometime and visit us.' Buddy was nodding agreement as she spoke. 'This has been so fun and exciting. I loved every moment of it. You two really make good partners.' 'Me too', Sue respond. 'I loved our time together. It would be a shame to let it end here and now.' 'Right on', I said. We gathered our things and straightened up some and Buddy and I pitched in to leave Janice a generous tip on the table. When we got home Buddy and Jane went downstairs to their room holding hands. The four of us were somewhat sad that the week was over but the foursome farewell will live in memory. Not to mention the possibility of a future get together. Sue and I relived the whole evening while we took a shower together. She told me that she wanted to make love through the night or first thing in the morning. We were both still aroused over everything. Before we went to bed I checked the phone answering machine. 'Hey Sue', I said 'Come listen to this.' The message said, 'Hi, Tom and Sue this is Janice. Just wanted you to know that I hope everything went well for your special evening. I want to talk to Scott about inviting you two over some evening for a barbecue and who knows, maybe we’ll get in the hot tub too. Bye' I said, 'Sue, were you aware that Janice was sitting in a dark corner of the patio watching us tonight?' 'You’re kidding?' she said. 'Nope, and I feel pretty sure that she enjoyed the show. I think you ought to call her back tomorrow and say that we accept her invitation.' 'I’ll do it first thing in the morning', she said. We went to bed and kissed and fell into a deep sleep.

This story, our first real taste of erotic adventuring, occurred a few months ago. I thought others might be interested in what a swing club is like in the Netherlands. I'm kind of wishing we were wilder as I read others' stories here. When Gary suggested that we plan our trip to Europe to pass through Amsterdam, I assumed it was for the chance to smoke - which we both enjoy. It was only later that he introduced the idea of a wild sexual experience as well. Gary and I are both in our forties - him late; me early - and in pretty good shape I would say. While Gary was quite a bit wilder than me in his youth, I've certainly enjoyed watching {and making} some pretty wild videos and we've fantasized of threesomes and such. When he showed me a web site and the various possibilities - in particular parenclubs - I told him I wasn't interested in having sex with a lot of people; but as he explained to me that his plan was 'to see and be seen,' with me, not multiple partners I had to admit I was intrigued. My final objection was to being 'seen' by anyone I know but when he showed me the Kasteel Waterloo web site, 2 hours by train from Amsterdam and on the border with Germany, I knew the bastard had anticipated all my objections. We settled on going the one Saturday night a month that has couples only and the most conservative theme - hot dance party. This gave me the rare excuse to buy a super slutty dress and sexy red 5' heels and a black g-string with fake leather, zippered pouch for Gary. The flight from London, where we had spent 5 days, was quick and the train connections at Schipol were easy. The 2 hour train ride through the flat Dutch farming country was charming though there seemed a strange disconnect considering we were headed that night to my first swingers club. I had made Gary book us a nice room in Roermond, {he was being most compliant in everything - even the g-string} so we had a chance to freshen up, have an early dinner and let the jitters build prior to the Kasteel's 9pm opening. We arrived at the Kasteel more or less on plan at about 9:40 and were greeted at the door by the manager, wearing a black thong bikini that hid little. She said the other guests had already changed into lingerie and directed us to the locker and changing area in the basement - so much for the Hot Dance Party theme and my slutty dress. By the way, the price was 80E with drinks and buffet included, quite a fair deal I think. After changing we returned to the bar. I was wearing the outfit Gary selected: a fairly scandalous Frederick's of H'wood leopard skin one piece that split just above the crotch into two strips of fabric, which, barely covering my breasts, continued over my shoulders, and reconnected into what became a g-string just above the butt. Just keeping my nipples covered was a challenge. I had not expected to wear this right off and nervously told Gary a stiff drink was essential immediately. While he was gone I settled down enough to start checking the place out. Frankly the name Kasteel seems a bit grandiose for this large old house. The bar, dance floor, small stage {with pole}, and seating area occupy two living room size rooms separated by a wide double doorway. The other rooms on the ground floor included the buffet area and a separate parlor. There seemed to be about 25 couples there when we arrived and this increased to maybe 50 by midnight. Ages seemed to range from 20's to 60's with the majority in the 30-50 bracket and dress varied widely. One woman I noticed was topless already, another wore a bustier with nipples exposed, but the majority were at least minimally clothed, in these rooms anyhow. Since I keep pretty fit, I found myself feeling pretty good about myself as I scanned the other women and noticed a number of men checking me out also. Gary always says the breasts can sag a bit as long as the nipples point up and in that category I am blessed. The men wore everything from leather jockey-type shorts to a few g-strings to boxer shorts. Gary had wimped out on the g-string with the zipper and was wearing boxers so of course I harassed him unmercifully until he went back to the locker and ditched the boxers. There had been several couples dancing when we arrived, but when they sat down, a quite well endowed young blond took the stage. She wore a baby doll with ruffled bikini panties and quite obviously no bra. As she began to dance you could see everyone's attention shift to the stage and, noticing, she began to dance more sensuously, first fondling her breasts through the fabric then reaching underneath to tweak her nipples to quite obvious arousal. Her husband sitting near the stage said something - in Dutch I think - and she began removing her top to applause and encouragement from the crowd. It really was quite stimulating watching her play to the crowd and after a bit of this he said something else - probably 'take it all off baby' - because that's what she did. When she began dancing with the pole it was clear this was not something she'd practiced but what with her willingness to show all that she was totally shaved I don't think a man in the room noticed her lack of skill. When I slid my hand down to Gary's equipment, I teased him that she'd certainly gotten his attention. He agreed and, with a smirk, suggested I take the next dance. Not to be outdone, I said maybe later and suggested we check out the rooms upstairs and he agreed. A wide staircase leads to the second floor, which is clearly where the action happens. Down the center there is a sauna and 'orgy cave:' a low room with mattresses wall to wall and peepholes and hand holes lining the walls. It was empty when we passed. Rooms with various themes surrounded these two. One was a S&M/Fetish room with a swing of some sort, an OB exam chair with stirrups {not my fantasy}, straps for hanging from a wall, and several other devices we couldn't even figure out. Another had a big round bed dominating one wall with spotlights {hmmm}, others varied in lighting and types of beds/platforms, and of course there were a number of showers. Since it was still rather early there were just 3 or 4 couples doing anything; but we did get to chat a bit with several couples who were also doing reconnaissance. It's an interesting interaction, subtly, and occasionally not so subtly {which is fun}, checking out other semi-naked horny people while attempting polite conversation. Ultimately we returned downstairs with the others to discover the stage scene heating up. As we returned downstairs from our reconnaissance of the second floor, two other couples that I should mention accompanied us. The younger couple, Henrik and Lisa, were from Amsterdam and like us seeking some anonymity for their adventure. Lisa unlike her name would suggest was tiny, brown, and Indonesian while Henrik was big, blond, and quite muscular. In chatting earlier they seemed more inclined to ‘see and be seen’ like us, as did Franz and Eileen who were also first timers from Germany. Fortunately all spoke English fluently, better than they spoke each other’s languages they said. Franz and Eileen were roughly my age {early forties} and I swear her breasts must have been tastefully enhanced to be so perfect. Franz on the other hand was a bit overweight and not really to my taste. As we entered the bar and ordered drinks I couldn’t help noticing that a woman was just finishing dancing and, while not especially attractive, received an enthusiastic response. At that moment it struck me, how good-natured the crowd was. Every couple was there to play out their own special fantasy. Not only was everything permitted and nothing required {as they advertise}; but also, at least in this group, judgment seemed suspended in favor of risqué fun. In our little group of first timers, the generally agreed preference for a little exhibitionism and voyeurism over the swapping concept seemed to have a strangely liberating effect. Feeling free to flirt and tease a bit we finished our drinks and followed the beginning of a movement of couples to second floor with Lisa, Eileen, and me leading the way, nearly bare butts swinging, each with a hand cupping another’s cheek. Gary later told me that the men were just licking their lips behind us. First room on the left, I think, was the bondage/fetish room so of course we had to check it out again. There were already several couples in the room but one couple was the center of attention. The woman was naked from the waist down and on the OB table, her legs spread wide in the stirrups. Her 60ish partner was performing what appeared to be a masterful job of DATY and cunningly added to our little crowds pleasure by pulling back every now and then to expose her engorged lips and obviously juicy intimate self. Gary was standing just behind me so I could feel his bulge against my butt. At first his hands were caressing my thighs but then they moved up and began to fondle my breasts. As you may remember, I was wearing this ridiculous leopard skin one piece that was basically a V of fabric which split just above the pubic zone into the two straps {which barely covered my breasts} then went over the shoulders to reconnect at my butt. So it was easy for Gary to slide these aside exposing my nipples to all, but most of all, to his teasing fingers. I noticed the others were playing with variations on our theme as the action at the exam table intensified. After a bit more oral attention the man pulled back and inserted two fingers into her vagina rubbing rhythmically as she began rubbing her clit. As the pace of her masturbation increased I realized that she was watching us watching her. I mean specifically, it was Gary and I in her line of vision, so I smiled {Gary says he licked his lips} and she grinned back and a few seconds later she came in a beautiful shaking moaning orgasm. Boy was it exciting. I had never imagined it could be such a turn on watching another woman’s orgasm; live, from just a few feet away. The scene plus Gary’s fingers had my nipples at trembling attention and to be honest things were damp below. As she settled down it was clear that they were going for O#2 so we decided to explore on. Down the hall was the ‘orgy’ room, a sort of a cave with wall-to-wall mattresses and peepholes and hand holes on all sides. We could see from the entrance there were people inside and as we found 3 adjacent peepholes I told Gary to enjoy the view, as did the other men. I stood close behind him rubbing my nipples against his back and massaging his thighs and ‘pouch’ while he described the action inside. As he described the scene one woman on her back was sucking a guy while receiving her own oral stimulation from a second woman who was in turn being taken doggy- style by her{?} man. Meanwhile, my stroking of that lovely pouch was having great effect so I opened the zipper and released his tool. It felt so hard as it twitched and throbbed in my hand. About this time I noticed a hand massaging my ass and realized that it was Eileen. With one hand around Franz’s member she then moved to caressing my breast with the other. I moved back slightly from Gary to give her hand space but I knew that Gary had to feel her hand against his back as it slid down toward my crotch. About this point, someone, not me, suggested the women take the peepholes so we switched. Gary asked in a whisper if that was Eileen’s hand in my pants and when I said yes, he said, ‘interesting’ and I said ssshh. I watched a bit but found the group sex less exciting than I expected, perhaps because their focus was not on performing for us. I think the other women did also as we soon moved on. The next room we wandered into was the one with the big round bed. As we approached somebody joked that it looked big enough for six and to my surprise little Lisa the youngest and so far quietest of our group climbed right on with Henrik right behind. As he began nibbling around the edges of her tiny g-string we all soon found ourselves on the bed with the guys taking the initiative. Gary grabbed the straps of my sort-of-one-piece and in one tug I was naked; moments later his tongue was down where I love it to be. Now this is an area where Gary is a master and pretty quickly I knew that a very public O was coming soon. As I checked out the other women it was obvious that this was working just fine for them also. I smiled across at Eileen who was moaning audibly and then suddenly Lisa, who had been lying between us, eyes closed and nearly motionless, cried out something in Dutch as she began shaking in pleasure, which moments later took me and Eileen over the edge as well. As we lay there recovering we looked at each other, flushed and all, and I swear we started giggling. I think I said something dumb like ‘that was interesting;’ to which Lisa added ‘and fun, too’. We decided that it was time for the boys to get some attention but it was only when I sat up that I realized that we had drawn a bit of a crowd. Amazingly, it just turned me on more to know I had been watched through this crazy scene and here I was naked and practically dripping, planning to give my husband a very public blowjob. Gary was more than willing for me to have ‘my’ fun, but when he lay back on the bed I was stunned. Now Gary is normally quite well endowed but I had forgotten that he had taken a Viagra to {as he said} guarantee that he would be all that he can be. We’d only tried it a few times as an experiment and I’d forgotten the effect – a bit more length, but substantial added girth, and truly rock hard, and I hadn’t even started, oh my! Since we still had a number of interested observers I decided such a wonderful tool deserved a special show and made sure they had full view of me licking his shaft like a candy cane. Such a tramp I was; and loving every minute. From there to his balls and then to my best attempt at a deep throat {less than usual – but then he took the Viagra!}. When I glanced at the others I realized that we were all doing approximately the same thing at about the same pace. In hindsight I guess you could call it formation fellatio - but the hindsight Gary wanted was obvious as he worked me around so that my legs straddled his head in basically the 69 position. However, instead of the tongue I expected he started massaging me with his fingers, which was nice until I realized that he was also spreading and exposing me to several couples standing near. I know I should have been embarrassed, but by this point I was so turned on and curiously enjoying being outrageous in front of others that I just grinned and wiggled my butt as Gary did nasty things. Lisa was the first to move on to fucking as she rolled onto her back and spread her legs; but when I really looked at Henrik’s tool I was stunned. Gary is big but Henrik was almost scary {Gary says I’m being brutal here}. I keep telling him that beyond a certain minimum bigger isn’t necessarily better; and for me at least, there’s such a thing as too big. Well Henrik would be pushing that limit. But when I said to Lisa something like how do you handle that! She said ‘want to watch?’ Well of course we did, and so the four of us watched as Henrik spread her tiny lips to reveal a very wet and ready vagina. She grunted a little when he first penetrated her but she clearly was practiced in handling him, for soon he was thrusting away most impressively. In moments we were all at it, three couples screwing away on one big bed. Modesty was long gone and as I learned when we chatted later I wasn’t the only one enjoying making sure there was plenty for the others to see. The guys were being extremely well behaved on the extraneous touching; but Eileen clearly had other ideas when at one point, while she was riding Franz and Gary was having me on my back, she bent over and began kissing and fondling my breasts. I was completely new to girl-girl activity {though of course I’ve seen porn films} and I considered myself barely bi-curious; in fact I’d always thought of a second woman as mainly a thrill for Gary; but his thrusting was intensifying so I sensed he had no objection as Eileen moved into doggie position for Franz and angled herself so that she could suck my nipples. I cupped one of Eileen’s dangling breasts in one hand massaging her already aroused nipple and felt her hand sliding toward my crotch. Gary sensed her intention and shifted back on his knees to give her access {and enjoy the view, the horndog} as she began to massage first his cock and then my clit. How could a poor girl stand it, in moments, it seemed, I was launched into the ‘O’ zone for what seemed like forever until Gary and Eileen brought me down with gentle penetration and massage. I was amazed that Gary had maintained control, but as I recovered I realized that my man needed relief and soon. In fantasizing before the trip, we had joked about testing our exhibitionist abilities by doing the porn movie facial in public. Usually, unless I’m specifically giving him a BJ, we both prefer if he finishes inside me - we both just love that feeling. But I do love the taste of him and this was truly the moment for fantasy fulfillment, I thought, so why not go for it. I disentangled a bit from Eileen and rose up to a sitting position and gesturing to my mouth suggested to Gary that he ‘put it here.’ The poor guy was so far gone that within moments of beginning my combo suck/stroke techniques I could feel the contractions of his orgasm beginning. I leaned back and opened my mouth porn star style and, since I was holding on and doing the aiming, G was amazingly accurate with his load as it nearly all found my mouth. I gave a devilish grin and swallowed as he collapsed. Watching us may have had an effect on Eileen and Franz who were obviously beginning an orgasmic moment of their own. I’d sort of lost track of Lisa and Henrik but from the sounds from the other side of the bed they were reaching a similar peak as well. Lisa told me later that they had been watching us as well and that my ‘porn star moment’ definitely contributed to a major mutual moment for them. Guess I should be proud. After a bit of rest we showered, we girls debated what to wear downstairs and decided to go topless. It was less scandalous than we expected, as most of the couples at the bar and buffet {at 12- 1am} were barely dressed. A number of women were totally naked {one was prancing around with the thinnest thong imaginable tucked up between her lips and plastic boobs; the men loved the ‘look’, of course}. Unfortunately the naked men always seemed to be the gross ones. The buffet was excellent and after about an hour of R&R {during which Eileen and Franz departed}, we returned upstairs. Among our adventures this second time, Lisa and I did a bit of experimentation {she said she’d been watching Eileen with me and was intrigued} – for our husbands’ viewing pleasure. Gary says we made a lovely contrast as I am 5’10” fair and stacked {thank you Gary} and she 5’2” brown and in every way tiny. I ended up with Gary and Henrik holding my legs and massaging my breasts while Lisa dined – wow – that one was colossal. It seemed only polite to return the pleasure so Lisa then became the center of our attentions. My first taste of a woman – besides myself on Gary’s cock. Let’s just say that ultimately I was quite successful in satisfying her. I stole a lot from Gary’s technique but added a few ideas of my own. I have to say I enjoyed it – for me there never were any moral or sexual orientation issues – and it was kind of fascinating exploring a woman’s erogenous parts that way. Gary certainly had no problem with it {especially as he finally got to play with someone else’s tits and she was jerking them both off most of the time}. From there we decided to ‘voyeur’ a bit. From what I saw there was less multi-partner or orgy type activity than I expected. {Gary points out that, not knowing who came with whom, we can’t really know how many were swapping partners.} On the other hand, I don’t think I ever saw anyone who seemed to want privacy. I think I read on the website that there was a small darkened room somewhere on the second floor for couples who wanted privacy, but I never saw it. Actually, most of the people we watched seemed stimulated by our presence; I know I sure was when we were watched. Eventually we ended up in the room with the big bed on which we’d performed earlier. Several other couples were now using it, so we watched and giggled as we compared their ‘show’ with ours’. That was plenty enough to get the guys going again so we found an empty platform and finished the evening in the grandest style. It was strange, we had spent so much of the evening with Lisa and Henrik basically screwing side by side in so many imaginative ways, that I felt like a curious comradeship had formed. The rules wordlessly changed as free for all touching just seemed to happen. At one point I remember I was stroking Henrik’s balls and nibbling at his nipples while G did similar things to Lisa who was riding her man. I’ll admit to giving Henrick’s monster a few strokes but we never did swap; I remember thinking ‘what’s to be gained’ and besides we’d have to stop and look for condoms. It was so lovely finishing with Gary pounding me deeply doggy style. Henrik and Lisa did their version of the porn star facial. Very hot! After collapsing in a heap for some moments rest, we returned downstairs in search liquid refreshment and discovered that it was fast approaching 2:30 am. How time goes by when .... As we four headed to the lockers there seemed to be a very strange camaraderie perhaps because it was born of incredible intimacy. We parted with hugs, laughing that we’d never seen each other fully clothed before.

This story is about an experience that my wife and I had several years ago. We enjoy getting away and going on long car rides. My wife Emmy, had always flirted with truckers by waving and blowing kisses, but that was as far as it ever went. Emmy is an attractive woman of 40, 5'3' tall, with long brown hair and size 34B breasts. Her skin color is just a shade darker than milky white, and as soft to the touch as you can imagine. It happened on a hot summer's day in the late afternoon while traveling through Ohio. She had been doing her usual flirting, and dressed as she always is for our summer drives, with a short cotton black skirt and sleeveless yellow blouse that buttoned down the front. Besides a pair of sandals, she wore nothing else. Her left leg was resting comfortably up in the dashboard, and her right leg was resting against the glass on the windows ledge. As we passed this one truck, she told me how this guy seemed very friendly. He waved and smiled several times as we slowly went by. After passing him and returning to the right lane, I noticed that he pulled into the left lane and was coming up along side us. He passed, switched lanes to be in front of us, then slowed down a little. Emmy asked, 'why did that guy pass you, and then slow down?' I told her that it was the same friendly guy we passed a few minutes ago, and that he probably wants to see you again. She smiled, and said to go ahead and catch up to him again, so I pulled out and started approaching his cab. Emmy was giddy, and she saw the trucker watcher her through his side view mirror. As we pulled along side, he waved again and smiled and she blew him a kiss. He then made a gesture with his hands after pointing at her blouse, as if to ask her to open it. She asked me what to do, and I said that she should have fun, and to do what she wanted to do. Nervously, she undid a few buttons, and pulled her blouse apart to better expose her cleavage. The trucker responded with some sort of begging, because she giggled and undid the rest, letting her blouse fall open, but her nipples kept it from falling all the way open. I love her nipples, they are big and stand out as if to be asking to be sucked, the kind you can balance several match sticks on with ease. Anyway, he wanted more, only being able to see her soft cleavage. She toyed with him, starting to pull the blouse all the way open, then stopping. Finally, she let her nipples out, and he responded with a blow of his air horn. She loved that. His truck slowed at this point, and we passed him again. Emmy was feeling good about herself, and she told me that it was fun playing with the driver that way. Looking in my rear view mirror, I said 'looks like your new friend agrees, he's going to pass us again.' She turned to see, and asked why he's doing that again, she already had showed him her tits. I said that he probably liked the nibble you gave him, and now wants the whole dessert. She seemed to be a little more nervous again, but as the truck pulled back in front of us and slowed down for a second time, she said 'go ahead, catch up again and we'll see what he wants.' As we pulled along side, he did his best begging I guess, helped by some short toots on his horn, because Emmy sat up and slowly removed her top. She then turned towards him to allow for a better view. She even slowly touched her breasts as she looked at him. Emmy must have a real thing for airhorns, because he let loose with a long blast and then a big thumbs up sign, and she leaned back giggling and putting her feet up onto the dash. She ran her hands down her side, took hold of her skirt, and started to shimmy them off. I couldn't believe it, and swerved a little, as did her new friend. He dropped back a little, but quickly pulled along side again. She was really enjoying the attention, and finished wiggling out of the skirt until she was sitting there naked. She lifted her hips up off the seat, and gave him a nice view of her soft, trimmed mound. Before I could say anything, she turned and laid back in my lap, left her left leg on the dash, and put the other up on the door frame. She lifted her ass up, and showed the trucker her moist, pink lips. I was having a real problem concentrating at this point, and I'm guessing he was also by the erratic speed he was keeping. He dropped back, and we pulled into the right lane. Emmy was caressing her body, playing with her moistened lips, and I put my right hand onto her breasts and played with her nipples. She raised her hips again, and was moaning beautifully, enjoying the excitement of the moment. I was so caught up with her that I didn't see that he had passed us again right away. When I did, I said, 'Hey Emmy, he's in front of us again, and he has his turn signal on.' She sat up, and asked what I thought he was doing. Just then, I noticed a sign for a rest area up ahead. I said that I think he wants us to pull off the road with him. Instead of her being nervous this time, she perked right up, with her hands still massaging her thighs, and said to follow him off. 'Are you sure?' I asked. 'Yes, let's see what he wants.' So I followed him into the rest area, and around to the back. He parked as far away from the building as he could, but left enough room for a car to pass him on the right. I pulled up, and along side, and saw that this totally obscured us from the view of the rest of the parking lot. It wasn't long before the trucker was out of his cab, and walking over to Emmy's side of the car. She lowered her window and leaned back in the seat. He came over and leaned on the window frame, and told her how hot what she had done was. They were chatting back and forth, as I watched his eyes scan over her naked body. She giggled a lot, as he complimented her body, and I could see the excitement growing in his eyes as he kept gazing at her body just inches away from him. Taking a chance, I asked him if he liked what he was seeing. He said 'absolutely' with a huge smile, so I asked him if he wanted to touch her. Emmy's head snapped around to me as if she was just slapped, but she didn't look upset, instead, it was more of the look you'd expect to see after giving a woman a piece of jewelry that she'd been wanting. His response was just as quick, as if not wanting to lose the opportunity. He answered 'hell yes' as his right hand cupped her breast. She turned back to him, and relaxed in the seat, letting him know that she approved. He ran his fingers around her breasts, and over her nipples. His fingers pinched a little, then massaged them, as she closed her eyes and let out a soft moan. He then adjusted himself to allow his left hand to massage her breasts and nipples, as his other hand slid down her stomach and across her soft mound. She spread her legs, and his fingers found their way into her wet lips, which caused her hips to rise off the seat. Taking a chance, he reached his head into the car and put his mouth on her nipple and began to suck, as his fingers worked around the inside of her pussy. Emmy was really moaning now, and raised her head up to him, he lifted off her nipples, and they kissed, all along with his hand still inside her. She sat up more, and put an arm out the window to wrap around his back, and turned and lifted her hips so that she could get a knee on the seat. He refused to let go of her cunt, working her the whole time. She now leaned out the window forcing him to release her womanhood, but in doing so, her grabbed her ass and lifted her up. Now on both knees, with her head and tits out the window, and his hands firmly on her ass, he lifted her up against the door, and she struggled to get a knee up into the open window. I must admit, this was hot to watch, my wife lusting after a stranger, clawing her way to him from inside the car. He finally just pulled her up and out, and she stood on the ground wrapping her arms around him. He leaned her back onto the car, and began kissing her from the neck down, and once again finding her wet lips with his fingers. He suckled her nipples, and worked the inside of her pussy, making her shiver with delight. I left the car also, to get a better view. As I rounded the back of the car, I saw her clenching her knees together tight as she could, and with that, she began to cum. He fought to open her legs again, and she eventually let up to allow his fingers to move around more. Her knees now spread, and slightly squatting, she started cumming even harder, drenching his hand in the process. His other hand was now frantically working at his own belt, and releasing it and his pants to the ground. Emmy's hand found his tool, and stroked it maybe twice before it was hard as steel. He pushed her to the right, and onto the hood of the car, lifting her legs into the air, and inserting himself into her dripping wet pussy. She reached back over her head to grab something, but there wasn't anything, so she just laid her arms over her head as he pounded into her. Her body weight was pushing down on him, and he was thrusting back hard, giving her quite the ride. He had her legs in his hands, and was spreading them wide, watching his manhood slide in and out of her warm, wet hole. Her breasts were bouncing with the rhythm of his motion, and her cunt lips were sucking hard on his stiff dick with every movement. His pace increased, and I could tell he was about to lose control. I could tell she was going to cum again also, because she was arching her back, and neck, and so I moved closer to see the pounding she was getting. Her cunt lips were indeed latched to his dick, as he pulled almost all the way out, then thrusted back in. Then she began cumming, and squirting all over him, which in turn made him lose it also, as I saw his cream covered tool emerging from her heavenly womanhood with every stroke. Before long he was spent, and slowing his pace. He looked down, intent on watching her pussy suck every drop of his sperm off his dick. He pulled it out until the head was almost exposed, them pushed it back in all the way, slowing with every stroke. It was so hot watching her pink lips suck the cum off his dick. Finally, with one last thrust, he sucked each of her nipples, and withdrew for the last time. She lay there, draped across the hood of the car, sweat on her skin, and cum dripping from her cunt. We parted ways with the trucker, and she promised me that this would not be the last time, as she sucked me off with the blow job of all time.

Being keen readers of all kinds of articles and magazines to do with sex and sexual encounters of all types, and as a frequent visitor to swinger ad web sites, I wanted to share some of the interesting experiences that my wife and I enjoyed recently on one of our travels. Some background on us. Both divorced and on our second marriage of 11 years but 19 together, with grown up children all now out of the house. She, Isabella, at 46, is a very attractive and elegant woman, lightened hair, with a naturally lovely complexion and firm skin, and in excellent physical condition, without the aid of massages, gyms, etc. An enviable product of genetics. Me, 54, weight/height proportionate, in good shape also, with a disciplined regimen of sensible diet and exercise, etc. In short, two healthy, productive, and energetic people, sharing many common interests, one of which is sex and everything to do with sex. We like to talk about it, read about it, see movies on it, discuss it when we can with some of our more open-minded friends, and of course, practice it together – a lot, and in all its varieties and variances. Our sex life would have to be described as very active and uninhibited; my wife is a very sexy, exciting, and sensuous woman, with a large sexual appetite, and always RWA - ready, willing, and able. And open to try anything new together. We have great communication on all topics, with no limitations or taboo subjects. I always maintain that if a couple can talk openly and freely about sex, any other communication is easy. Although somewhat timid in the beginning of our relationship, from a somewhat repressed and conservative first marriage, with over 14 years together and children out of the house, she has become very self confident and adventuresome. She loves to dress up in sexy clothes and be a bit of an exhibitionist whenever the opportunity arises. This is mainly on our travels, as we live in a conservative city where we are both well-known, and appearances are important. She has gone topless on a St. Martin beach, and after some convincing even ventured on to a nude beach in Martinique after a few piña coladas! One thing, however, we both really enjoy is for her to go out with no panties, which happens any time we go out in the evenings to a restaurant, to dance clubs, or similar: makes us both feel sexy and excited all evening, with great bed sessions when we get home. Can’t do this at the office though! However, if we are away from home, she wears nothing at all under her light dresses. Knowing that she is not wearing panties, or using bare, thigh length stockings, naked under her dress, with her pussy so easily available to my frequent touch, gets her sopping wet, gets me hard, keeps us both highly aroused all evening, and leads inevitably to great sex when we get home. She adores oral sex, and I especially love drinking up all that wet sweetness over long sessions! On a recent trip to Miami, itself a vibrant anything-goes Latinized city, we decided that she would be able to realize some of her fantasies – like not using any underwear at all the whole 10 days there, as we were unlikely to run in to anyone we knew that time of year. This would be combined with using sexy, semi-transparent and open blouses and shirts, showing off her lovely tits and body to the maximum, without breaking the law; and to wear very short skirts to “flash” her short-trimmed triangle from time to time; in short, to dress and feel sexy all the every day, all the time. Did I mention that she has great looking legs? Well shaped and firm – no flab or cellulites at all. And a lovely round tight ass. She does! Plus beautiful, firm breasts – not large, more grapefruit than melons, but well worth a second look. Which she frequently gets, and enjoys. Not Miss Universe, but definitely a very attractive overall package, and looks years younger than her 46. Our first night out, we had dinner and a good wine in Coconut Grove, then went to a Latin Club for dancing– low lights, good music, interesting crowd, and a nice buzz from the wine and drinks. Isabella had put on a dove grey semi transparent silk blouse, well open at the top, outlining and showing her lovely breasts in an indirect and filmy way, the dark area of nipples visible, as well as a clear outline of the nipples, which were hard almost all night from the air conditioning and me rubbing them; plus a very short black mini skirt that rode well up on her thighs whenever she sat down, barely four fingers away from baring all. And of course, no underwear. Getting out of the taxi, she “flashed” a lot of leg to the doorman, right up to her close-cropped pussy – I know, because I also positioned myself to look. Probably more gratifying than a tip! And sitting on a high stool at the bar together, ample legs showing, with a “flash” every time she got down to dance with me. Needless to say, she was drawing a lot of attention, especially from the men, and me, and loving every minute of it! This kept us both horny all night. Once back in our hotel room, the night was in one of pure wet ecstasy. My wife is also highly multi-orgasmic, and had many that evening. I am able to sustain an erection for prolonged periods, after the first round. The following day, we had lunch in a terraced restaurant, overlooking one of the marinas in downtown Miami. Our table sat about 6 feet up from a walk-space and dock, and just below were a couple of young studs drinking beer in their power boat. Their attention was riveted on Isabella, sitting so close by, slightly above and directly in front of them, wearing a white mini-dress, lots of beautiful leg showing, and at each crossing and uncrossing, leaving little to the imagination in that position. I suggested that I would make as if to go to the wash room, and she should turn slightly towards them, uncross her legs, and let them have a better view right up her dress. Basic Instinct style! Which she agreed to do, while I watched the scene from a little inside the restaurant. They almost swallowed their beer cans! She did this right through the time we sat there. What a turn on for us both – not to mention the boat boys! I asked her if she was enjoying looking at their hard cocks in their cut-offs, which she was doing, though from behind sunglasses. Later that week, walking in a shopping center, we were approached by an attractive young lady, offering us a free lunch in a new resort. It turned out o be a time share offer, whereby you had to agree to sit through a conference after the lunch. But what really interested us, was that the offer included a courtesy limousine ride there and back from our hotel. One of Isabella’s great fantasies was to be fucked in a moving limo, and we looked at each other with knowing smiles, and agreed to attend the invitation. We had ridden in limos before, when she had taken off her panties for me to look, and even masturbated in it with her back to the driver, with me watching, which we both loved. She loves to masturbate with me watching her, and I go nuts every time she does. But we never had the opportunity of going any further than that in a limo. So we said: OK! Arrangements were made for two days’ time, 11:00 AM pick up, with lunch at 1 PM, followed by the conference, and then the car would bring us back. Needless to say, we spent the next two days and nights all excited about the possibilities this limo ride might present, discussing what she would wear, just how far we might be able to go, and how to deal with the driver. In short, more excitement– much eating of delicious pussy, a lot of sucking of a hard cock, many orgasms, and great fucking - while talking over the whole episode, with her trying on different types of sexy dresses and letting our imaginations run away with us. Finally we settled on a sexy dress she had picked up a couple of days before, but not yet worn: a light, clingy wrap around number, semi transparent depending on the light, a loop over the neck but completely open at the back, easily removed with very easy access both top and bottom in front, tied only at the middle with a matching sting belt. If you weren’t careful when sitting, it slid open right up to the thigh level. Very sexy indeed! But it afforded some degree of elegant circumspection as well, since we had a lunch - conference to attend. Perfect. Being very flimsy and almost transparent material, it was decided she should maybe use a light semi-see through bra for the lunch, which she would remove before the ride back, leaving her naked underneath. Next morning, the limo arrived on time, driven by Vincent, a good looking uniformed chauffeur in his mid 40’s, medium height, good build, very polite and attentive. We introduced ourselves, and got in the back: me on the back seat facing the front, and my wife on the jump seat facing back and me, behind the driver. The limo was typical of its kind: a stretch Lincoln Continental with darkened glass on the windows; a half glass partition in the middle inside with an opening about 30” long by 12” wide, dividing the front compartment from the passenger seats at the back, with a fixed darkened black glass about 10” long at the two extremes. The middle part had a glass partition which could be raised for more privacy, or left open, as it was now, for talking to the driver. As we drove off, I began chatting with him – how long he had been a limo driver, what kinds of people he got to drive, was he married (yes), how long was the drive to where we were going (35 minutes, depending on the traffic, etc). In short, getting to know a bit about him. We had decided to add a little spice to the event by pretending that my wife did not speak any English. We are both fluent in English, Spanish, and French. We opted to use French between us, since almost everyone in Miami speaks Spanish, and I would “translate”. That way, we could talk in private to each other. Within minutes of pulling in to the traffic, my wife allowed her dress to fall open in front, revealing all of her legs, which she parted slightly to afford me a full view of her now exposed pussy. This we kept with full, but close-cropped light brown hair, which I prefer to a shaved pussy, and which I myself trim to my own taste. No Mohican or similar hairstyles. I always love to look and enjoy the dark shadow of it through transparent panties, or free to the sight, with nothing on – as now. Step one of the fun – having the limo ride there. She proceeded to caress her legs, with her hand slipping ever closer to her center of pleasure, playing with herself for me to watch, lovingly caressing her lower body, moving down to her clito, staring at me directly with half closed eyes, with a wicked smile. All this with me chatting with Vincent, and him talking to us, pointing out the sights, me pretending to translate to her, sitting directly behind him, not a foot away, while she fondled herself in to a state of arousal. I even got him talking about some of the wilder things people had done in his limo. He said he had seen pretty much everything in that back seat, including even people actually making out. Asked if that bothered him, he said not at all, that he had enjoyed many interesting sights from his mirror. As long as they paid up at the end, and did not damage his limo, what people said and did was their business. That sounded pretty positive to us. By the time we arrived at the Resort, Isabella had by now had at least two big orgasms, only partially muffling her moans by biting on her hand. Before we arrived at our destination, I had to tell her in French she had better cover herself fully exposed pussy up and give me time to get my hard cock back down, or we’d make a pretty picture getting out of the limo, with my profile all bulging! I was wearing a loose fitting guayabera shirt, precisely thinking of this situation, but it did not quite cover all of my now very visible bulge, which she brushed with the back of her hand as we got out. When we arrived at the resort, Vincent said this could take up to 3 hours or more, depending on whether we decided on a follow up meeting after, as many couples did. We said, no, we’d be out after the conference to meet him. He agreed to return to collect us in a couple of hours. The place was quite beautiful, with well kept gardens and facilities, clean and maintained, like almost all these types of resorts in Florida. We had a good lunch, a few glasses of wine, attended the conference, sitting close together, conscious of what happened on the way over, and what might happen on the way back – fulfil my wife’s fantasy of fucking in a moving limo. This she had fantasized about for a long time, and the driver seemed sufficiently pleasant that maybe it might actually be possible to do it. We had never before actually fucked with someone else there so close, and who would in all likelihood be well aware of what was going down. Another big turn on! The anticipation only added excitement all through lunch. She kept whispering some very naughty things in my ear, telling how wet she was, and how she was going to drive me nuts, all the while rubbing her hand over my bulging cock, under the table. I asked what if the driver would be looking at us in his mirror, and she replied: “Well, he is only going to see what he knows and does himself” Wow! I thought, and asked: “And are you prepared to let me see us actually fucking?” “It’s such a small space – who knows what he will be able to see”. That only got me more turned, as sometimes when we were hot and at it, we often mentioned fantasies about fucking with others watching, and maybe even watching her with another man, like so many of the stories we read about in the various web sites we browsed from time to time. Although we never took it any further than fantasizing. After the lunch-conference, we had a stroll around the gardens to help digest the ample buffet lunch, bought another couple of glasses of wine at the open air pool bar, sitting on high barstools, with Isabella exposing a lot of bare leg to the pool guests. We both had had quite a few glasses of wine over lunch. From time to time, I would caress her upper thighs, which only got both of us hot. We discussed how we might approach Vincent, with what we had in mind. That alone was an aphrodisiac. Isabella meantime, had gone to the bathroom after the conference (where they try to hard-sell you a Time Share), and removed her strapless and flimsy bra, which she proceeded to drop on the table in front of me. I smelled her delicious perfume, and put it in my pocket, to help disguise my by now quite deformed profile. Step two of the Plan: She was now totally naked (and I could imagine wet) under that flimsy dress for our potentially sexy limo ride! Then we went to look for Vincent and the limo. There he was, waiting for us. I asked him if I could sit in the driver’s seat a moment to see how it felt to drive such a long car. My real intention was to see what he could see of the back area through his rear view mirror, and thus where we needed to sit for our ride back, either to be seen or not, as we decided. We all chatted a while, with my wife sitting in the back, pretending not to understand. Asked if he had a deadline to get back to his base, he said that could be flexible: what did we have in mind? With the confidence established on the ride over, I then proceeded to tell him that my wife had always wanted to ride around in a limo, and (with a conspiratorial wink!) maybe something else, and that if he could give us a sightseeing detour on the way back for about 2 hours, there would be a good tip in it for him. And who knows, maybe having some other unexpected sightseeing benefits himself as well! He obviously got the message, for he grinned at us, winked, and agreed, saying, “Anything you want, you’re the boss! The limo is yours for the afternoon.” As we set off, both of us sat a bit right of center in the rear back seat, with my wife right up next to me on my left on purpose, where Vincent could see our upper bodies, and most of us, but not completely. He drove slowly and carefully out of the Resort, on to the road back. In a few moments, we started with some heavy petting, caressing and deep kissing each other hard and long. Her hand went to my pants front, which she began to unzip immediately, as mine slid in to the top of her dress to touch her left tit and now hard nipple, slipping the dress and sleeve well down off her shoulder and arm, almost exposing that breast, which I proceeded to caress and kiss around, as well as her neck and shoulder, all the while rubbing her now hard nipple in my fingers. That, plus kisses on her neck and back, always drives her wild. She then slipped her arm completely out of that sleeve altogether, leaving one shoulder and lovely breast totally nude and clearly visible to the driver, should he look in the mirror, which he was obviously doing. This for her, was a first, purposefully baring a breast completely in front of another man, and one so close by, but I figured it was the limo ride and what we were doing, combined with the several glasses of wine over and after lunch, and the thrill of being watched. A glimpse towards front showed me that Vincent had indeed adjusted his mirror for a better view, which I murmured to Isabella. That only made her more aroused, especially with a part of her nude and in full view of two men, one a complete stranger. She had by now opened my belt, pants, and boxers, pushed them down below my knees, unbuttoned my shirt, and took out and were fondling my now upright and dribbling cock. I in turn slid my hand up her leg, parted the light dress in front completely on both sides up to her waist. She slid slightly forward on the seat to allow me more freedom to touch and play with her now dripping pussy. I began to gently massage her engorged clito, delicately as I knew she loved. She began to moan more and more audibly, eyes closed, reaching one almost instant climax. She then bent over and took my dripping cock in her mouth, licking it all over. Vincent, I could imagine, while not being able to see all of everything, had to be well aware of what was going on, as he was squirming around in his seat – no doubt adjusting a hardening cock himself too! Isabella was by now very turned on, and seemingly oblivious to our audience, or perhaps because of it, opened her dress completely in front, climbed on top of me, facing me with knees and legs astride, guiding my throbbing and stiff cock in to her sopping pussy, and proceeded to ride me in a frenzy to another orgasm. At the same time, she loosened the strap material around her neck that maintained the dress in place. Now I must say that while we had talked about it a lot, and pretty much thought something like this might happen, the reality of it still caught me a little by surprise. We had fucked in many places over the years - on beaches, in the sea, finger-fucked quickies in darkened corners of night clubs, the terraces and gardens of hotels, even in some semi-public places with people nearby, many times with the possibility of being seen. But never before had we deliberately gone this far and actually fucked with someone so near, a bare couple of feet no less, and perfectly aware and watching all that we were doing, with my wife semi nude to boot. That was a new experience, and what a great turn on for us both! My cock hardens and oozes every time I think about it! For by now, as she rode me to one orgasm after another, she had slipped her dress off the other shoulder, completely exposing all her upper body - her bare back and both of her beautiful boobs, which I was kissing hard as she climaxed. After a moment, she paused to catch her breath, leaning in to my neck, telling me how much she loved me and I telling the same, and what a turn-on, thanking her for being such an adventurous and horny lady! I asked how she was enjoying her fantasy. Her sigh and smile answered. I murmured to her that we had a rapt audience in front, and she smiled and told me to tell him to keep his eyes on the road. He said he was trying, but having difficulty with that, with such a beautiful lady and all that action in back distracting him. At which point Isabella sat up, still with me plugged inside her, and half turned to the front, one hand on my knee, giving Vincent an eyeful of her naked upper body in full profile, both glorious boobs standing firm with nipples full at attention, and said in to me in French: “Then you’d better tell him to find a place to stop before he crashes”. Which I translated. He said there was a sort of park coming up shortly, where he could pull up for a few minutes, if we wanted, and I said, OK, go ahead: better that than crashing in to an oncoming car. Vincent adjusted the mirror again for an even better view, now that it appeared he did not have to sneak looks to the back. My wife then proceeded to loosen the belt holding the dress to her waist, removing it altogether, tossing on the seat next to us. She was now making no pretence of modesty of any kind, even of having anything half covering her below: she was now totally naked in the back of that car!. Again a surprise for me, as I had never expected she would do something like that...ever! But so sexy as well, as it was done with great nonchalance, even in good taste, as in everything she did. Although she loved to walk around the house naked in front of me, never to my knowledge had she ever exposed herself to anyone else, even with her own sister, claiming a certain modesty always. She then got off me, turned around slowly to sit on me facing the front, and reinserted my very stiff cock back in to her sopping wet pussy. This manoeuvre exposed her nakedness almost fully to the front mirror, tits and pussy all, and Vincent, eyes bulging at the sight, nearly drove us off the road! She then sat on me backwards, hands on my knees, and proceeded to rock gently on my stiff cock, watching with half closed eyes, watching Vincent in the mirror watching her. This seemed really to turn her on. I was so astonished that she would do something like this with anyone so close, much less looking at her, but she seemed to be in her own erotic world now, and loving every moment of it. And it was all the more arousing for me, watching my wife totally naked for the first time being admired by a stranger, all her attributes bared, all the while fucking me and coming noisily without any inhibitions. What an experience that was – a new high in our very solid relationship! The driver had by now pulled in to some kind of lay-by, with some trees blocking the highway, facing the ocean. He gently parked facing in, and sat there respectfully, but eyes glued to the mirror. Isabella whispered to me and I translated to Vincent: “My wife wants to know if you are enjoying all this, if it is exciting for you.” “You serious, Man? I almost drove off the road twice!” She whispered in my ear again, and again I was astonished at her forthrightness, but nevertheless translated: “She says then you better take advantage and turn around for a better view.” “You mean that, really? You don’t mind my looking?” he said to me. We both smiled and nodded yes, go ahead. He moved on to a kneeling position on the front seat and turned towards us, back to the dashboard, resting his arms on the back of his front seat, facing the open space of the partition, eyes wide open, only feet away from us. Isabella then did something else totally so out of character; I could scarcely believe it: she reached in to the hand bag next to her and took out our digital camera. “Ask him” she told me in French, “to take some pictures of us”, and stretched out the camera to him while I translated. He looked unbelieving, but nonetheless after I nodded yes, reached toward her through the partition for the camera, which she handed to him, caressing his fingers lightly as she did so. “Boy: no one is ever going to believe this”, said Vincent. “Ask Vincent if he is going to tell his other driver friends what he is seeing today”, Isabella told me. “Or maybe his wife.” “No”, Vincent said, “they would never believe me anyway. And my wife? Never! She’d make me quit driving limos!” She whispered to me to tell him to take a few pictures of us like that, which he did. That even drove her wilder, and she closed her eyes and really went at giving herself a good fuck, all the while with Vincent clicking away. That also made me nuts, and I almost came inside her there and then. She then got off me (I was by now going half limp anyway from 30 minutes of a hard cock inserted inside her), knelt on the seat beside me, facing front, leaning slightly back to the cushions. She was fully extending her naked body up and forward in a languorous stretch, pussy fully exposed and glimmering wet, running her hands through her hair, posing for an additional picture like that. Unbelievable! As Vincent was leaning into the partition for the photo session, this presented him a full and unobstructed view of her entire beautiful body, hard nipples, pubic area pushed slightly up and forward for better viewing, which he photographed several times. This was incredible: my wife behaving like this, almost whorish even, with a strange man not two arms’ length away, taking pictures of her, totally naked, herself enjoying every moment of it – not to mention me...and of course, Vincent!. I began to feel stirrings in my cock again, seeing her act this way, almost like a porno movie star. Fantastic! Even less could I believe what she asked me to “translate” next: “Ask Vincent if he likes what he is looking at, and if it has given him a hard cock.” Both Vincent and I did a double take at this audacity from her. “She wants to know what!!?” he said. I duly repeated the question. “Man, this is some woman you got there! Can you believe this?” he said She repeated that he did not answer the question. “Yes, yes, and yes!” he blurted. “Boy! You have to made of stone not to get a hard on watching this kind of action! Do you do this often?” “No” I said.” Believe it or not, this is the first time ever we do anything like this - ever. It’s always been her fantasy, and thanks to you, it’s now being a reality”. “Thanks to me?” he replied. “Thanks to you. Wow, Man, this is something. Seen a lot in my limo, but never this. Not ever. And ain’t ever gonna forget it either, believe me”. Isabella now turned slightly towards me, with a dreamy expression, still in the same stretched-forward position, one hand behind my neck, looking me directly in the eye, a playful smile on her face, and began caressing her beautiful boobs, pinching gently at her again hardened nipples, and said in French for me to translate: “Tell Vincent that now he has had a good look at me, at us, I think he should let me also have a look at him too, to see if he really has a hard cock “. Now I have to tell you, this just about stopped me in my tracks: just couldn’t believe what I heard. She just looked at my surprised expression, smiling, nodded, and said, yes, ask him. Well, I thought, we were here for the full fantasy. So why not? Vincent’s reaction was similar to mine: “She wants to see what? My cock? To come back there and show her my cock?” “No”, I said, “show it from there, in the front seat, from where you are”. “You sure you OK with this, Man?” he asked me. Yes, I said, it’s OK with me, go ahead, let’s give her the complete fantasy, if he agreed. In a flash, he shrugged out of his driver’s jacket, moved back against the front console of the car, knees resting on the seat and shoes on the floor, and proceeded to open his belt and pants, pushed down his underwear, moved aside his shirt, and popped out his fully erect dick for all to see, holding it self consciously in one hand. Not an overly large member, but a nice size, and of course, fully stiff. Isabella was rapt, gazing at it, glancing at me. I smiled encouragement. She began to massage her hand slowly over her tits and down over her flat belly towards her pussy. Again, I just stared in amazement: it looked like she was actually going to masturbate right there and then, in front of a stranger, with us both looking on! I mean, she always loved me watching her do it, but had always said this was her private gift to me. And here she was about to share it with someone else, with both of us watching. Which she proceeded to do, slightly pushing forward, supporting herself with her other hand on the roof of the car, drawing closer to the partition between the seats, to get a better view of Vincent’s hard cock. He was by now wide-eyed, eyes glued to my wife `s pussy, watching her massage herself, but by now himself massaging his own stiff cock, his hand moving slowly up and down the shaft, increasing now almost to my wife’s own rhythm. She was moaning out loud, moving her body to the rhythm of her own touch, her eyes moving constantly from his dripping cock jerking himself off, to look at me and my own now hard member which I was also caressing, her fingers busy inside herself, a dreamy and far away look on her face, as she worked herself up in ecstasy, in front of us both. This was one erotic scene: three people masturbating and watching each other do the same, in the reduced confines of that car. Awesome! Unbelievable! Isabella was now moaning very loudly, and saying aloud in English: “Yes! Yes! Oh Yes! Oh Yes! Aaaahhhhhh!” as she had a serious major orgasm. Vincent was obviously too beside himself with excitement to stop, and also came, spurting his creamy liquid all over the car seat. What a show for us all! Seeing that my cock was stiff, Isabella moved on top of me to fuck me again, facing front, I imagine, so as not to miss looking at Vincent looking at her, his cock still pulsating in his hand, dripping his cum all over his fingers and the seat. She rode me to another and yet another orgasm herself within a minute or two. I could almost imagine her fantasizing somewhere in the back of her mind as she fucked me that she was actually holding this new cock and licking all that milk off it, something she loved to do with me, or maybe even fucking Vincent instead of me. That really got me going, slamming harder and harder into her steaming wet pussy, for one huge orgasm myself, which in turn made her also come again. Wow! What a day! After a while, she got off me, got some Kleenex from the box in the car to wipe herself and me, pulled out several more, and still fully naked, moved on to the other back seat, up close to the open panel, reached out and handed these to Vincent through the slot, watching him while he wiped all his cum off the seats and himself. Their eyes met, both smiling. She was now kneeling on the jump seat, only a half arms’ length from him, palms resting on the top of it, with her upper naked body up close to the open space, easily touchable, me watching them. “Thank you, Vincent,” she said in perfect English, “for coming and literally making this such a fantastic day in our lives, and allowing me have such a great ride in your limo. It was truly more memorable than I could have imagined or expected. I will never forget this. Nor you. You have been such a nice man … Thank you.” She then reached one hand through the opening, briefly touching his face, dropping it down, ever so lightly and briefly brushing over his now limp cock still hanging out of his pants, laughing at his reaction. She turned back and came and sat on me, thanking me also, giving me a strong embrace and deep, long kiss. She then moved on to the seat, kneeling and turning to be facing front, reached for her dress and put it back on very slowly, almost unwillingly, leaving it open in front a long while, arranging her hair, smoothing out the dress, enjoying these last moments of frontal nakedness for us both to admire, and her to savour. Vincent, beginning to get himself back together, stated that he had never had such an experience in all his years as a limo chauffeur; this was the most incredible limousine ride of his life, one that he would never forget it, and if we ever needed a limousine again, he would give us his card, and be sure to call him, especially if we had any other fantasies to live out in it! His offer was only too clear. Isabella said yes, who knows, give us a card, with an email, and we might just send him a picture or two for him to prove to his friends that all this really took place in his limo, if he ever mentioned it, so they could see he was not making up the whole affair. Arriving back at our hotel, Isabella made sure to let her dress fall completely open again as she was getting down out of the limo, pausing with one foot on the ground, to give Vincent a good last look of her naked pussy. She then asked me to take a picture with him standing next to the limo, she with one leg propped on the running board at back, the dress falling open almost to thigh length, giving him a quick peck on the cheek as we said our goodbyes: I gave him a handsome tip (which he was almost reluctant to accept), and he drove off. We spent the rest of the evening reliving all the events of the day in detail, looking at the digital photos over and over, fucking away like two minks, as we would do many times in the future. We still haven’t decided if we should send Vincent a picture, they are pretty graphic, and with Isabella’s or my face visible in most. We spend many sexy and exciting sessions reviewing the photos downloaded to our Laptop, and discussing reliving this experience. We often discuss her motives in reaching through the partition to touch Vincent, brush her fingers down over his cock, and what might have happened had Vincent been bolder in the car, reached forward through the partition and touched her while she was so close to him fully naked, almost provoking him to do so, maybe even caressing her body, feeling up her tits, perhaps even running his own hands down to her pussy, maybe even putting his fingers inside her sweet wetness to touch and enjoy her…. Isabella thought that given those very special erotic circumstances, with all of us being so totally aroused at the time, she might actually have let him do it. Was even for a moment tempted herself to touch him more, maybe even take his cock in her hand and see what it felt like. That how would I have reacted to her doing something like that? To which I cannot not truthfully answer, as it didn’t happen. But more than likely because of that special and so intimate atmosphere in the confined space of the car, I probably might enjoyed her doing that, watching to see what developed. This also forms part of our lovemaking fantasy at times – having Vincent do all that with her, in a sort of erotic threesome, but with the partition between us. We even fantasize that Vincent actually came in back with us, and caressed her, allowing her to caress hi and even suck his cock, but not actually fucking her. We both agree that we feel very comfortable with all that happened that day, and believe it has drawn us even closer together, and we know we were lucky for sure in finding an accomplice as respectful and willing as Vincent. We also agree that having opened up this new dimension in our relationship, and having so thoroughly enjoyed this experience together, plus the fact that it continues to give us food for discussion and erotic times, who knows that this might be the beginning of something new for us to explore further in the future, to add to our already great sex lives. Some fantasies are, we know, just that and should remain so. However, only time will tell what may happen should the right circumstances crop up again. Who knows. Adultfun47 November 2007

It was a really hot August afternoon and I had called to pick up my girlfriend Pauline, as we had planned to go for a walk together in the countryside. We had been seeing each other for about two months now and were really into each other. I was very proud of her great looks and figure, which made me the envy of my friends. Today she looked fantastic in her tight shorts and white crop tee shirt. She had nothing underneath and I could see the outline of her firm nipples through the thin material as her full breasts bobbed up and down as we walked. She knew that I liked her without a bra and I felt exited at the prospect of having a good feel of them once we found somewhere quieter away from the main path. We had some great sex together and today I was looking forward to fucking her somewhere out in the open. We soon found a turning which appeared to lead towards some disused buildings. My pace quickened as we eagerly made our way down the path. As soon as I thought we were out of sight I pulled Pauline into one of the door ways and kissed her passionately, she tasted so sweet. As she responded pulling me closer. I took one of her breasts in my hand gently squeezing the soft flesh through her top, tracing the outline of her firm nipple with my finger tips. It felt wonderfully full and heavy in my hand as I lowered my head to kiss her nipples. She returned my caress, gently stroking the outline of my hardening cock through my shorts. I gasped as I felt the zipper slowly pulled down and the cool air on my cock as her slender fingers gently eased it out of my shorts. I knew she was going to take it in her mouth, which she did expertly. I slid my hand under her top lifting the thin white fabric and allowing her ample breasts to fall free. Suddenly we were startled by a noise right behind us, a whistle and the sound of exited male voices. We had been discovered; we were so engrossed with exploring each others bodies that we failed to notice the approaching group and had remained unaware that they had been watching us for some time. Pauline quickly pulled down her top and I zipped myself up trying to maintain as much composure as I could. I glanced around at our audience which comprised of a group of five older boys and a girl, they were leering at us and making all kinds of lewd remarks. I felt very uncomfortable with the situation and took Pauline's hand as we beat a hasty retreat, continuing down the pathway which skirted around the building. I glanced back over my shoulder to see that they were following us. As we rounded the corner I saw to my dismay that our way was completely blocked by a high metal fence. Seeing we had no escape route they slowly approached, making a semicircle around us. "Look guys, what do you want with us, you had your fun let us go on our way", I said. They didn’t speak; they weren't even looking at me, their gaze was fixed on Pauline and I knew we were in trouble. We were behind the building now and one of the guys kicked at the old wooden door which gave way after a couple of tries. Then they grabbed both of us and with Pauline squealing they virtually dragged us inside. Parts of the roof were missing and I could see their faces clearly in the shafts of sunlight. I looked at Pauline, and she was visibly shaking. I addressed myself to a guy who seemed to be the ringleader. "What are you going to do with us", I asked. "With you not much, but with her quite a lot", he replied. I was angry and went for him, but the others held me firmly. Then he turned to Pauline, and I watched helplessly as he tried to kiss her forcefully on the lips. I could see Pauline straining to twist her face away from him in disgust. "Come on guys, this has gone far enough, let her go now", I shouted. He just turned and smirked at me, before grabbing a hand full of her hair and jerking her face violently back into position. I felt sick as I watched him pry her mouth open and explore her with his tongue. He was clearly determined to sample some of the pleasures he had seen me receiving moments earlier. Surely someone would come, or they would feel pity on her and stop what they were doing. Then while he continued to assault her mouth in this disgusting way, I saw his hand move slowly to her breast, he grabbed a big handful of flesh and squeezed it hard, making his fingers sink in as he kneaded the soft flesh. Pauline tried to grab his hand and pull it away, but seeing her resistance he gestured to some of the others to help him. She wasn't very strong and it didn't take them long to subdue her. One of the boys held her tightly, rendering her helpless, while they lifted her top and groped and squeezed her tits as they pleased, pinching and sucking her nipples. Occasionally they would glance towards me and goad me with their disgusting remarks. "Look at these gorgeous tits, I bet she's got a juicy cunt Shall we look and see if she is nice and wet down there?" As his friends continued to play with her tits, one of the boys started to undo her shorts. Easing his hands down the front, she instinctively tried to arch away and tighten her legs together but his friends forced them roughly apart allowing him full access to her pussy. I could see the neatly trimmed triangle of pubic hair through the vee of her open shorts and his fingers curling upwardly disappearing into her soft folds. "Hey guys she is soaking down there the fucking slut loves every minute of it." "Leave her alone you bastards!” I shouted. So far it had seemed like a dream, not really happening to us, but now the reality started to hit me. This guy was fingering my pretty girlfriend right here in front of me and I couldn't do anything to stop him. To my disgust I found the thought of this was starting to arouse me. My cock was swelling with excitement as I watched them manhandle her breasts and take turns to push their filthy fingers into her tender pussy. They continued to laugh and taunt me as they played with her. It seemed that my humiliation fuelled their pleasure. "Look at your slut girlfriend, do you think she is ready for some real cock", they sneered. I looked at Pauline, her breathing was fast and there were beads of perspiration glistening on her body. She didn't seem to be struggling as much now. Then one of the boys unzipped his jeans and pulled out his big cock. This was it; they were going to fuck her right here in front of me. Pauline's eyes widened and realizing what was about to happen, she put all of her remaining energy in one last twist of her body, managing to break one of her legs free from their grip and kicking out at them. The guy that had been holding me in position released me and rushed forward to help his friends restrain her, leaving only the girl to hold me, I could easily have escaped and gone for help, but I couldn't take my eyes away from the scene. The four boys easily overcame her, pulling her shorts down around her ankles, almost as if to punish her for daring to defy them. Her tee shirt was next, they pulled it over her head, throwing it onto the ground, leaving her standing completely naked in front of them. They paused for a brief moment to examine their trophy, savoring her beautiful young body, before they wrestled her down onto a filthy mattress on the floor. Then they began to fuck her relentlessly. I couldn't help letting out a faint gasp as I watched the first one enter her, his cock looked enormous and seemed to stretch her tight little opening as he pounded into her. I was mesmerized by the sway of her breasts as he settled into a rhythm. I had watched her body jerk like this when I had been in her, but to see this stranger use her in this way was overwhelming me. My hand slid discretely down to my cock and I started to squeeze it through my clothing as I watched her head move in time with his fucking. The other boys knelt by her face offering their cocks to her mouth. At first she resisted, twisting her head from side to side, but to my surprise when one of them pried open her mouth with his fingers, she left it open for him and in a moment he was in her. I stared in disbelief as I saw the hollows in her cheeks, she was sucking him. As the fucking continued she became more and more responsive to them, eventually kissing their open mouths and taking their cocks in her hands. I could hear her breathing change to the familiar sharp rhythmic pattern. The bastards were making her cum, I could see that she was starting to climax, just as the guy fucking her pumped jets of sticky cum all over her tits. "How could you, you bastards", she gasped. The girl watching me looked down and noticed me touching myself. "You are both actually turned on by this aren't you", she said. "Look guys, he likes seeing his girl getting a good fucking." She stroked the bulge in my shorts, then slowly unzipped me allowing my rigid cock to spring free from its restraint, then closing her fingers gently around the shaft she started to masturbate me. This was more than I could stand and in seconds I came all over her hand to the laughter of the boys as they continued their assault on my girlfriend. There was another boy between her legs now, while his friend had her tits squeezed together and was pumping his cock between them. Several hours must have passed before they finally finished with her, the last one splashing his cum over her face. Once they were all gone, I walked over to her and knelt beside her on the floor. Taking a tissue from my pocket I gently mopped their spunk from her lips and held her tightly in my arms. We kissed and I tried to block out the salty taste of their semen, which filled my mouth. "I am so sorry", I said. I felt ashamed that I had failed to help her as my eyes surveyed the fading finger and bite marks on her breasts and the splashes of their spunk drying on her hair and body. I looked down and there was a small pool of their cum starting to form on the mattress as it slowly oozed from her well used pussy. The lips looked red and swollen against the white stream. She saw where I was looking and gazed up longingly into my eyes. I could see that she wanted me. "Fuck me", she whispered. I didn't need asking twice, it was the best fuck I have ever had and I think that we discovered something about each other on that day. Years have passed and every time we make love I still visualize the same fantasy, just as if we were still there with her being pounded relentlessly by a group of horny guys. Pauline has often asked me to try and recreate a similar scenario for her. We have tried dogging and swingers clubs, and I have watched her taken by groups of guys over a picnic table, but nothing really compares to our walk on the wild side. - The End -

Lisa and Mary had planned this for awhile. They had gotten Eric, Lisa’s husband to agree not to come to this play date. He had a tendency to take over any session he was involved in. It was pretty fun most of the time but not what the women wanted this time. Eric had agreed and then come anyway. Mary had been quite ticked. She had been going to cancel the date until Lisa came up with an alternative solution and whispered it in Mary‘s ear. Mary smiled. “Eric, if you agree to be tied up in a chair next to the bed for the entire date and just watch, you can stay.” Mary’s green eyes lightened a little, Eric tied up and frustrated would be amusing. Eric nodded, “you don’t even have to tie me up. I will stay in the chair the entire time.” “You couldn’t help yourself you horn dog. You would be out of that chair in zero flat at the first sign of an orgasm. Eric, it's tied up or we go home” Lisa said, a little irritated. She could tell, he had no intention of staying in the chair. Lisa, athletic, tall and blond, knew her husband too well. Seeing the looks on the girl's faces, Eric gave up. “Fine, tie me up.” Mary got some rope and duct tape from the garage. The two of them made sure Eric was tied good and tight. He struggled a little, shocked, when they put the gag in. They stood back and admired their handy work. “And just for being a butt head, Eric, this one is for you.” Mary turned on some music, something hard and loud with a nice beat. She began doing a lap dance around Eric and his chair. At one point she slid her pussy along his left arm leaving a nice wet little trail. Lisa was laying on the bed watching and getting turned on despite the frustrated expression on her husband's face. Mary’s large breasts massaged Eric’s face, lap and chest as she danced. She sat on his lap and rubbed him with her bottom. She ran her fingers enticingly over her pink nipples, large breasts, soft white skin and down over her shaved pussy. She teased him mercilessly, bending over to show him her sweet wet pussy as she rubbed it. “Ok Mary, enough of that. You are here for me not him, remember?” Lisa demanded. Mary immediately ran over to the bed and knelt beside it. “Sorry Mistress, I got carried away” she said with her head bowed and her hands behind her back. Lisa smiled with satisfaction. “Alright, get on the bed, assume the position.” Mary scrambled up next to her and got on her hands and knees. Eric’s eyes about popped out. This was not like any scene they had ever played before. His hot blond, tall, athletic wife was still dressed in high heels, a red mini skirt and a tight black tee shirt that read “wild ass woman. Mary had stripped everything off in her strip tease. The fully dressed dominating wife with the naked girlfriend was the hottest thing he had ever seen. Lisa admired the view Mary provided. Her large breasts hung beneath her, swaying slightly. Her long curly red hair covered her face as she carefully did not meet Lisa’s eyes and starred down at the bed. Her milky white skin, round butt and naked pussy were quite a turn-on. “Did you prepare everything as I told you too Mary?” Lisa asked, running her hands over Mary’s back and bottom. “Yes mistress,” Mary reached under the pillow and pulled out a rolled up towel. She unrolled it in front of her and Lisa looked it over. On it where many things, but Eric couldn’t see them from where he sat. Lisa continued to caress her; stroking her breast, pinching her nipples, pulling her hair, pulling at her pussy lips and even making Mary suck her fingers. Mary made no protest. Lisa’s wet fingers foraged their way into Mary’s wet pussy, first one finger fucked her. Then after a few strokes a second finger joined in. Mary groaned a little when the third finger began to force its way in. “So tight.” Lisa commented but didn’t stop fingering her. Mary was thrusting back against Lisa’s hand. But Mary was close to cumming and that was not what Lisa had in mind. She pulled out and smacked Mary’s ass briskly. “None of that now,” Lisa warned her. Lisa enjoyed the feeling so much she spanked Mary again and a few more times after that. Mary was flushed and moaning when she stopped. She did not appear to be unhappy with anything Lisa had done. Lisa reached for something on the towel and out came a large dildo. “Did you clean up and lubricate as I told you?” Lisa paused. “Yes mistress, I did an enema this morning and lubed myself for you.” Lisa without further ado began to work the large thick dildo up Mary’s ass. Mary grunted with the effort to relax enough to get it in. “Mary, how does this big cock feel in your ass?” she asked. “It is bigger that anything I have ever had there mistress, it feels good and hurts a little too.” Lisa smiled, “lay flat and hold your cheeks apart for me.” Mary was immediately down and in position. Now Lisa really began to work the last few inches in. Once it was in she immediately withdrew it and then thrust it back quickly. Lisa worked her with it hard now. She gave her no time to adjust and Mary’s body slid forward at little with the force of the thrusts. Groaning and moaning constantly, Mary held her cheeks open for the harsh ass fucking. “Good girl, now put your hands on the headboard and hold still.” Lisa fucked her butt relentlessly. She enjoyed the sight of Mary’s pretty butt, still pink with the spanking, filled over and over by her cock. She liked thinking of it as her cock and Mary as her pretty little slave, to do with as she wanted. She removed the cock and slide in a wide butt plug with a long horse tail on the end. Lisa knelt back and enjoyed the look of it and the rather frantic panting Mary was doing. “Turn over and spread your legs.” Mary did so quickly. Lisa pulled out some rope and tied Mary to the bed. Mary struggled a little and Lisa smacked her pussy. “Calm down.” Mary laid back and watched as Lisa tied her hands to the headboard of the bed. Lisa slid off the bed and began taking off her clothes, sliding them off slowly and letting Mary watch avidly. Lisa got back on the bed with Mary and slid her pussy down over Mary’s face as she got into a 69 position. “You better do a really good job licking my pussy Mary or your little butt will be red later not that pretty pink. Do you understand me?” Lisa demanded. “Yes Mistress.” Mary replied and began to lick and suck Lisa’s very wet excited pussy. Lisa loved Mary’s wide flat tongue licking every inch of her, tongue fucking her and sucking at her clit. Mary’s body was tense with the effort she was expending to make Lisa happy. Lisa was cumming in moments but she made Mary keep eating her into more orgasms. Lisa’s juice covered Mary’s face. Eric could see Mary was smiling but Lisa couldn’t. She was busy with Mary’s helpless body. Lisa was pinching her slaves nipples and she was spanking her open pussy. Mary’s body jumped and writhed on the bed. Lisa smacked her inner thighs and paused every few moments to test her wet pussy by thrusting her fingers deeply inside. Finally Lisa was cumming so hard that all she could do was grind her pussy into Mary’s face and moan. Lisa’s legs shook from the aftermath and she smiled down at Mary. “What a good slave you are.” She untied her and had her lay over an ottoman in front of her husband's chair so he would have a good view and put on the last of the toys Mary had laid out, a harness and dildo set. Eric struggled in the chair as he watched his beautiful wife grab the horse hair handle of the butt plug in Mary’s ass. Holding her by still by the plug in her ass, Lisa slid the dildo she wore into Mary’s franticly pulsing pussy. Mary was so wet it slid in with very little effort. Her pretty pussy clutched at the dildo as she cried out, “Thank you mistress.” Lisa smiled and smacked Mary’s butt cheek as she withdrew slightly and then thrust again. If anything the smack on her ass made Mary wetter, judging from the ease Lisa had been fucking her. Lisa began working the dildo a little faster. She smacked her butt, first one cheek then another. “Tell me how that feels Mary,” she said panting. “Oh, mistress, it feels so good to have you fuck me. Please mistress, fuck me harder, spank my butt. I want you too use my pussy harder mistress.” Mary was panting and moaning as she came. Lisa held hard to her pony's little tail and rode her into a few more orgasms.

We had been with Jim twice and both times had been fantastic. After our second visit, Melissa was sure hoping we would hear from him again. I told her how sexy she was and that I didn't think it would be long. It wasn't! The next week Jim called and asked if we had enjoyed our last visit. He said Tony thought Melissa was so hot and a very sexy woman. Jim said he would second that motion. He asked if we would like to come over the following Friday for more fun and games? I told him we were looking forward to it and would be there. Melissa had a smile a mile wide when I told her Jim had called. She asked if I agreed to go, and I said, "What do you think?" Needless to say, she was excited the rest of the week and each night we had some great sex. I knew she was looking forward to Friday by the way she fucked me all week, which I loved. Friday arrived, and Melissa took a long time getting ready. She bought a new outfit which showed her big tits. She looked so hot. She wore a very high cut set of underwear, sexy black hose, and a see-through bra. God, she was beautiful. We talked on the way, and she asked me if I enjoyed her with her new love. I placed her hand on my cock and let her feel the answer. Watching her being fucked and turned on by Jim is something else, I told her. She gave me a kiss and said she would give me lots to enjoy tonight. We arrived and Jim met us at the door. He had on a robe and a big smile. Once inside, he got us a drink, and we went into the den. I took my regular seat, and he led Melissa to the couch. He had on some soft music, and the lights were turned down. He asked me if he could enjoy Melissa while I watched and my answer was that she would like that I think. He kissed her and told her how he was looking forward pleasing her. He continued to kiss her, and she kissed him back. Soon he had her top open and started to kiss her neck and tits. He slowly undressed her in front of me, and once he had her dress off, he led her into the bedroom. I followed and took a seat in the easy chair in the corner. He turned her so she was facing me and lifted her ass up so he could enter her from behind. His cock is so massive he can do things with it that can't be done with a regular size cock. I watched as he played with her tits, milking her nipples, kissing the back of her neck and fucking her slowly from behind. Melissa looked at me, and I could see the lust she was feeling in her eyes. I know Jim liked showing off in giving Melissa his cock, and that was OK with me. His black skin next to hers was very sensual, and he knew I liked watching him give Melissa his big cock. Soon he placed her on the bed and gave her a blindfold to put on. He then had her lay on her back and began to feed Melissa his cock. About that time the closet door opened up and out walk the blond who had been in the movie with Jim and Tony we had seen. She smiled at me and put her finger to her mouth to show me not to say anything. She had on a sexy pair of underwear and no bra. She was very nice, and I right away knew what she planned on. Jim motioned for her to move closer as Melissa sucked his cock. She got onto the bed and positioned herself between Melissa's legs. She didn't touch her but started to eat her now wet pussy. There I was watching Melissa enjoy both a big cock and being eaten by a sexy woman. Jim had a smile and Melissa was now moaning very softly. I know she had no idea who was eating her as she has never been with a woman. Soon her hips were moving with the blond's mouth, and Jim was getting the oral pleasure of his life. Melissa was trying to suck his entire cock thanks to being eaten. Soon her body went stiff, and she came several times. By now the blond was touching her tits and continued to eat her. Jim then had the other woman move to Melissa's tits, and he then entered Melissa's wet pussy. He took long slow strokes and soon had his entire big cock inside her. I loved watching him fuck her because he knows what a woman enjoys and took his time at it. He made Melissa's body seem to come alive with pleasure. As he fucked her, the blond started to suck her nipples one at a time. I know Melissa had to know something was different, but she continued to lay her head back and enjoy what she was getting. Soon Jim was lifting her ass off the bed with his hands to meet his thrust. He really knew how to use his body and as he lifted her ass off the bed I could see him pushing with his feet to get as deep as possible. I could see how wet his cock was as he entered her and he was telling her how he wanted her to move her ass and take his big cum filled cock. Melissa was doing as ordered and she was moaning each time he stroked her. After about 10 minutes he had her so hot she was begging for him to make her cum. He told her he had a surprise for her and took off the blindfold. Melissa saw the blond sitting next to her and looked at Jim and me. She asked if she had been there the whole time and with a smile, the blond answered: "Yes, and I hoped you liked my tongue!" I don't think Melissa knew what to say or do, but Jim took care of that. He told Melissa the two of them were going to give her lots to enjoy and started to fuck her again. He lifted her legs onto his shoulders, and Melissa laid her head back and closed her eyes as Jim gave her every inch of his hard cock. As he did, the blond started to kiss Melissa and soon I could see her kissing back. There was deep tongue kissing, and along with Jim banging her, Melissa moaned and started to cum with a lot of shaking. Once she finished, Jim had her mount his big cock and told her he wanted her to fuck him dry. The blond set back on the bed and watched with me as Melissa start to move her ass and work on Jim's cock. He can go forever, and in a short while I could see by the look on Melissa's face she was almost ready again. My cock felt like it was going to bust watching her enjoy Jim's big cock. The blond ask her if she liked Jim's cock as much as she did and Melissa just mouthed “Yes” as she rode him. Soon I saw Jim raise off the bed and knew he was filling her with cum. She came right after he did and then laid on top of him as he continued to tease her with his cock. The blond got us some drinks and sat next to me as they laid on the bed. We talked, and I was pleased with how Melissa was feeling about her first woman. She said she enjoyed it but wouldn't trade it for Jim's cock with a smile. After a short while Jim had Melissa on all fours and giving her more cock and as I gave Melissa my cock in her mouth. I came is a short time and sat with the blond as we watched Jim pleasure Melissa. She seemed to enjoy the show as much as I did. Jim made Melissa so hot that she lost all control of her body. He had his hands on her ass and was giving her his cock all the way to his balls, and then would take it all the way out to the tip. I could see Melissa's ass quiver as he did this each time. God, she was so hot and enjoying his cock, and I loved it! Once he was ready to cum, he had Melissa lay on her side and as he fucked her from behind the blond sucked on her nipples and then started to eat her from the front. Melissa was cumming in no time as was Jim. I couldn't believe how many times she came. Well to make a long story a little shorter, we stayed most of the night, and Melissa enjoyed the blond and Jim most of the evening. She said she liked the feel of a woman but liked a man better. When we got home, I kissed Melissa's body, and we enjoyed some slow sensual sex. Jim's big fat cock made her a little sore and worn out for the next couple of days, but she said it was worth it. Jim has since called and asked us if we wanted to go on a weekend trip with him and Tony. Tony was sad he missed the last visit and wanted to make it up to Melissa. So I think we are going to the mountains for a weekend of fun. Will let you know. Every man should let his mate enjoy what Melissa has the last couple of months, you won't be sorry!

Just more than five years ago my father, who was his Math professor, introduced me to Dan. I was a shy, studious, seventeen-year-old Junior at a Catholic High School, not interested in boys, I did not show off my 5'-9' 36C X 24 X 34 body. Dan was in his third year at a prestigious midwestern university courtesy of a football scholarship. With his 6'2' 200 lb. athletic build, he was a great player and an excellent student. Dan says my angelic face surrounded by golden blond hair caught his fancy. Six months later we were deeply in love. I eagerly gave him my virginity. We explored our sexuality, learning to bring each other total pleasure. We married four years ago, the summer I graduated from High School and he got his Math Degree. Our marriage is wonderful. I love him so much. He has a great position here in Los Angeles, and I'm working on my Degree in education. It's Friday evening, and for the first time in weeks, we are planning a quiet weekend at home. We snuggle together. The eight o'clock movie is about to begin when the doorbell rings. Grumbling, Dan opens the door. There is his best friend, with a beautiful girl and a huge ice chest. Bob introduces Darlene as his wife. They'd met several months ago, and married Wednesday in Las Vegas. Why didn't you tell us when you called? Just called to make sure you'd be home. Wanted to tell you in person. We brought our wedding reception, they laughed, as they removed two giant bottles of champagne and all sorts of hors-d'oeuvre. Dan mixed Rum & Cokes. Within two hours we felt we had known Darlene for years, she is that outgoing, friendly, and fun to be with. It's easy to see why Bob fell for her. She's about 5'-6" 38D X 26 X 36, a stunningly beautiful redhead. Bob is handsome, muscular, 6' 180 lbs., a real hunk. By midnight the second magnum of champagne is nearly empty, and so is the bottle of rum. All four of us are relaxed, happy, and more than just a little drunk. They are sitting on the couch, Dan and me on the love seat. Dan's left arm is behind my neck, and that hand is caressing my breasts. His right-hand works it's way under the elastic waist of my pants. I slide my hand into his pants and squeeze his hard cock. We kiss fervently, yet I keep an eye on our guests. Her back is to us, her legs across his lap, his hand is under her skirt. They're kissing deeply. He slowly removes her panties and holds them up like a trophy. She seems to have forgotten us. He unbuttons her blouse and pushes her bra up, massaging her breast. His eyes meet ours, he winks, and moves his hand exposing most of a tit. Dan is slowly working my T-shirt up, he's trying, again, to show Bob my tits, I pull it down. Several times Dan has tried to get me to let Bob see my tits and pussy. It started the night a few years ago when Bob brought Sharon over and exposed her tits. Several times he bared Jill's tits, and one night, he managed to reveal Jan's tits and pussy. When they went to the guest room, we enjoyed listening to them have sex, and we had really great sex ourselves, knowing they were fucking just feet away in the next room. Dan and Bob want to have sex in the same room. He says he wants Bob to see how lucky he is to have such a beautiful wife and he wants to undress me and screw me in front of him. I just could not do that. We kiss passionately. I spread my legs giving full access to my pussy, under my pants. He slips a finger into me and presses my G-spot while massaging my clit with his thumb. He's almost exposed my tits again. To stop him from pulling my shirt up I slide to the floor and kneel between his legs. I fondle his cock, watching Bob's hand slowly moving under her skirt. She moans, I know he's found her clit. This is making me very horny. I pull his pants down a little and kiss his cock. He whispers, 'They'll see.' I glance at them. Darlene's arm is around his neck holding his mouth to hers. Her other hand is between them, probably holding his cock. His hand, under her skirt, is in her pussy. Her blouse is unbuttoned as is his shirt, her tits press against his chest. 'They won't,' I whisper, 'They're too busy.' I kiss and lick, then suck his throbbing member while we watch them fondle each other. Suddenly, Darlene turns toward us, inadvertently briefly showing us her tits, and getting a glance of my husband's hard-on. She seems surprised, then smiles in what we take to be approval. Dan joins me on the carpeted floor. We kiss lustfully. He finger fucks me and kisses closer and closer to my snatch until I let him push my pants down and lick my pussy. I hold my pants to the top of his head covering myself as best I can. A nervous glance toward them tells me they're too busy to care what we do. Too aroused to care that they might see I let go of my pants and move into a sixty-nine and pull his pants down so I can suck his cock. At first, I keep his butt covered as best I can. I tell myself. They can't really see anything. I tell myself they are not looking, I tell myself it's all right, they're married. Losing myself in pleasure, I push his pants down so he can straddle my head, and spread my legs wide so he can lick deeper. But, I cannot completely forget them. I push him off, whispering, let's go to the bedroom. Starting to get up, I glance at them. What a surprise. They are STARK NAKED! Sitting there fondling each other watching us intently, they make no move to cover themselves. I lay there staring, amazed, immobile. They're not entirely nude; her skirt's like a belt, her bra's a necklace, her blouse hangs from an arm. His pants and undershorts are around his ankles, his shirt's on his shoulders. Darlene is gorgeous, her large breasts stand out firm, their areola a light pink, the nipples a half inch in diameter and standing out a half inch. Her vagina is surrounded by silky, copper-colored curls. Bob's cock stands straight out above huge balls. It is the second hard cock I've ever seen, and it's fascinating. It looks gigantic. Darlene's hand covers less than half of it. I glance at Dan, he's staring at them seemingly unaware his exposed hard-on is pointing straight at them. Suddenly, I realize my pants are down at my feet. They're looking straight into my pussy! I am nearly as naked as they are! In a panic, I grab for my pants and start trying to pull them on, but they come up only one leg, so I have to take them off again. I try again, this time both feet go into one pant leg, so I take them off again. I hear them laughing. I start laughing. I stop trying. Why cover up? It's too late. Bob has been trying to get a peek at my pussy for years, so, let him have a good look. Dan's looking from them to me, seemingly waiting for me to make the next move. I consider making a run for the bedroom. Then, I think, Why? Dan wants me to let Bob watch us fuck, so why not. Bob's looking at my pussy, he may as well see my tits. Before I can chicken out, I quickly pull off my shirt and fling it and my pants across the room. I stand and playfully remove Dan's shirt and then his pants. Yes, I am going to fuck him, right here and I hope they watch every move. The Four of us gaze at each other. Being nude, seeing them nude, is incredibly erotic. I embrace my husband and kiss him wantonly. Pulling Dan to the floor I display our assets, and soon, Dan also is playing to the audience. We place ourselves in various poses, like those in the porn videos, trying to look natural. Then, I lay on my back my feet near theirs, I spread my legs giving them full view of my nearly bald blond pussy, then I slowly lift my knees until they touch my shoulders. They stare straight into my wide-open hole. Dan crawls on me and spreads his legs wide so they can see my pussy and his shaft as he slowly pushes all eight inches all the way in, then slowly pulls out. In, then out. Can they see? Yes. Good. Are they watching? Yes. Good. Being nude, having sex, performing for an appreciative audience is an incredible turn-on. We fuck until we reach an earth-shattering climax. Dan rolls off and holds me tight. We look up. They're fucking on the couch, now performing for us. Darlene is on her back, her legs pointed at the ceiling. Bob is on top of her, his butt moving up and down and side to side. Unfortunately, we do not have as good a view as we had given them, but it doesn't matter. I never knew how erotic watching would be. Much more so than the best video. They moved slowly at first then faster until Darlene screams while she climaxes. Every muscle in his body goes rigid. His butt quivers, as he shoots his cum into her. They lay still. They grin at us. We laugh with them. We know everything is all right. We had ALL enjoyed it. We sat nude, drinking, eating snacks, enjoying a newfound closeness. Then, we went to our king-size bed where we watched them, and they watched us, fuck and suck until falling asleep. I was particularly interested in Darlene's expertise at deep throat, she took Bob's long cock completely down her throat and held it a long time while swallowing over and over. I will never forget sucking Dan's cock while watching, not a foot from my eyes, Bob's cock sliding slowly in and out of Darlene's clinging vagina. I awake at 9:45. Dan, Bob, and Darlene sound asleep beside me. I wander into the bathroom, then the kitchen, to put on the coffee, thinking about last night. Was I comfortable with another man seeing me nude? Though we were deeply in love, it was many months before my modesty had allowed me to let Dan see me naked. My doctors are the only other humans who had ever seen my privates. Yet, last night, I had exhibited my most private and personal parts for Bob's examination. He had obviously enjoyed examining me, and I enjoyed his enjoyment. Why did I do it? Wasn't sex very private? Was Dan comfortable with what had happened? What would Darlene think of us? Would she regret it? I assume Bob's glad it finally happened. How do I feel about Bob? I've masturbated thinking about doing it with him. I told myself that I just wanted to think about it, not do it, and anyway I know that Dan would never allow it. Last night I had looked at him, and, despite myself, I wondered how his tongue would feel in my mouth, how his body, his beautiful big cock, would feel in my hand and in my mouth. How would his hands and mouth feel on my tits and pussy? My pussy began to tingle at the thought of him fucking me, that beautiful cock filling me. Did I really want to have sex with him? What about Dan? How could I ask him? I know he'd say no. And what about Darlene? How do I feel about the way Dan looked at Darlene? Does he think she is better looking than me? Does Dan think her bigger tits are more beautiful than mine? He says he doesn't want other women but don't all men? Could I let him have her? Oh well, it's over, it was fun, I really enjoyed it, but now it's over. I'd better put something on, can't be nude when they wake up. Too late, Darlene comes into the kitchen. She is nude. "Morning," she chirps. Soon we are chattering like old friends. Obviously, Darlene is comfortable with last night, and being naked, so I guess I am. Dan comes into the Kitchen wearing only shorts. I can tell from the look on his face that any doubts he may have had about what happened last night evaporated upon seeing us, standing there nude. I fix a large breakfast., we lounged around, visiting, reading the paper, watching TV. The discussion turns to what happened last night. We agreed we had all really enjoyed both watching and being watched. Dan takes me in his arms. We put on a long show for them, doing every sex act we know. They move around, watching every detail close up. Then they put on a show for use. We move in for really close views, being careful not to touch them. End of part one. In Part Two we go much further.