It's An Open House Part 16

Sandra had a baby girl that February, exactly nine months after that trip to see her parents. The fact is that I'm not sure whether the real father is Peter or myself. Our oldest daughter looks more like Sandra than anybody else. Sandra and I made love on the day of her return, so I just can't say for sure. But, as with our son, our daughter is loved as much as a human being can possibly be.

A couple of times after that I became aware that Sandra was cheating on me again. We had another girl when our oldest daughter was two and a half. The new baby, like our son, didn't look like either of us. She looked like a man with whom I am virtually certain that Sandra had an affair. He was a younger guy, a college kid who worked as a lifeguard at our local swimming pool one summer. He and my wife started talking one day at the pool, and as I played with the kids I noticed their furtively, exchanged looks, their incidental touching and their sly, knowing smiles. Then one day when I came home a little early, I saw him sneaking out of our house. Sandra was in our bed asleep, with nothing on. The covers were a mess, and wet spots speckled the sheets. Before she woke up I checked her dresser drawer. Her diaphragm was there in its case. She hadn't used it.

I never told Sandra what I'd seen, but I beat off that afternoon thinking of my wife, her abdomen filled with her young lover's sperm. When our third child was born late the following spring, she looked, as I say, just like him.

Even though Sandra always used the diaphragm when she and I had s.e.x, we both pretended to believe that it had failed when she became pregnant. But after our third child was born, I finally had a vasectomy. Maybe the danger of getting pregnant without being able to explain it kept Sandra faithful for a few years. But recently I began to suspect her of seeing somebody else again. When she began to seem unusually worried and distracted, I knew that something was wrong.

My suspicion was confirmed when I found a discarded home pregnancy test kit in the trash can as I was taking it to the curb for pickup. That alone told me that my thoughts had been correct. But that wasn't all. I found the indicator and saw that it showed positive. Sandra was pregnant again.

Now I knew why she had been acting so worried. There was nothing to do except confess her pregnancy and her affair, because I knew that she'd never have an abortion. But she was probably afraid to risk our marriage by telling the truth. In spite of her affairs, I knew she loved me and that she didn't want our marriage to break up.

What she should have realized was that I felt the same way. There was nothing that would ever make me leave her. Even so, I was also afraid of the strain that uncovering the truth might put on our relationship at this time, so I came up with a scheme.

The fact was I had often recalled that long-ago day when I saw my wife getting f.u.c.ked by Sam during the company picnic. The memory never failed to excite me, and a part of me had always wished I could actually see Sandra in another man's arms again. Now I finally saw a way to fulfill that desire and to solve Sandra's problem-our problem-at the same time.

One night after we had made love and Sandra was feeling mellow, I "confessed" to her that I had long had a fantasy of watching her with another man, and I wondered if she would ever consider it. Of course, I knew that ordinarily she wouldn't have, but I was giving her a chance to create an excuse for her latest pregnancy: the diaphragm must have failed when she was f.u.c.king this strange guy. Sandra wavered a little, but I knew in the end she would have to agree, and she did.

So that's how I came to hide in the closet and watch my wife f.u.c.k some guy she had picked up at the grocery store. Afterward we both agreed that it had been very erotic, and Sandra wondered if we might do it again sometime. Obviously that won't be until after she's had the baby.

I know that secrets usually aren't good for a marriage, but because Sandra and I have kept ours, our marriage is safe and secure and very good. Of course, Sandra doesn't have as many secrets as she thinks she does. My secrets are that I watched her with another man long before this recent session, I know she's cheated on me, our children aren't mine and I get turned on knowing she has another man's sperm swimming around inside her womb, looking for an egg of hers to fertilize. So as it turns out, my biggest secret is that I know her secrets, but she doesn't know mine!-C.Z., Boise, Idaho ELEGANT LADY OR s.e.x-CRAZED s.l.u.t? HIS WIFE WAS BOTH, AND HE WASN'T COMPLAINING Beneath her normally sophisticated and elegant facade, my wife Julia is a come-loving s.l.u.t. Let me share a recent experience to explain what I mean.

Julia is a thirty-four-year-old, auburn-haired, white-skinned beauty. She has incredible, perfectly shaped legs, a small tight waist, b.r.e.a.s.t.s the size of grapefruits and great feet. She enhances her immense natural beauty by applying enough makeup to her face and eyes to cause people to wonder if she is a high-priced call girl. She turns heads wherever she goes, and she's so used to the attention that she often doesn't notice-but I always do. My d.i.c.k gets hard whenever I see people's eyes following her across a room.

Julia usually dresses in a sophisticated yet sensual manner, and her wardrobe is full of sleek, elegant designer clothes. She also has a large collection of s.l.u.twear, including tight micro-minis, tops with plunging necklines, see-through dresses, many pairs of shoes with five- and six-inch heels and every imaginable type of ankle bracelet to draw even more attention to her legs and feet. She never wears panties or a bra, and in warm weather she's always naked beneath her dresses, skirts and blouses. In cold weather she wears sheer pantyhose, but her dark p.u.s.s.y and prominent c.u.n.t lips are always uncovered for those lucky enough to get a peek. And when she's in the mood, she loves being an exhibitionist and showing off her body.

During the ten years we've been married, we've had an active and adventurous s.e.x life. In addition to our normal s.e.xual relations and exhibitionist experiences, we've shared fantasies with each other and occasionally acted them out, but no experience was more exhilarating than the one we had last weekend.

Julia's all-time favorite fantasy is to make love to a muscular black stud with a huge c.o.c.k. During the past year, she developed a relationship that allowed her dream to become a reality. Michael is a personal trainer at the health club that Julia belongs to. Last year he caught her eye, and when her female trainer moved away, Julia decided to hire Michael to help keep her in shape. After working out with him, she would often come home and tell me how wet she got staring at the bulge in his shorts and watching his eyes devour her face, b.r.e.a.s.t.s and p.u.s.s.y. Within minutes we'd jump into bed and f.u.c.k the night away like animals while she fantasized that it was Michael's fat black c.o.c.k that was bringing her to ecstasy instead of mine.

A couple of weeks ago, after one of our Michael-induced lovemaking sessions, I told Julia that watching her seduce him would be the greatest s.e.xual experience of my life, and that I wanted her to make it happen. Apparently that was all the encouragement she needed, because later she told me that she had arranged a "s.e.x date" with Michael the following Sat.u.r.day night. We were going to meet him for dinner, go to a nearby nightclub to dance for a while and then come home for a little "nightcap."

We couldn't wait for Sat.u.r.day to arrive, and the s.e.xual excitement built throughout the week. On Sat.u.r.day, Julia spent an extra-long time getting ready. She sent me out of the bedroom and told me that my patience would be well-rewarded. And was she ever right! When she walked into the living room, I got an instant hard-on. Her face and hair were beautifully made up, and she was wearing a semi-transparent, low-cut brown mini-dress that showed off her t.i.ts and legs. As usual, she wasn't wearing any underwear. The hem of her dress covered her c.u.n.t and a.s.s with maybe an inch to spare. If you looked closely enough (and you sure couldn't help but do that), you could see her large brown nipples and dark, perfectly trimmed p.u.s.s.y through the thin material of her dress.

Julia was also wearing an attention-getting gold charm ankle bracelet, a pair of clear plastic platform slides with six-inch heels and a pair of s.e.xy gold-hoop earrings. As she sat down across from me, her short dress gave me a perfectly un.o.bstructed view of her glistening pink c.u.n.t lips. I knew it would definitely be a night to remember!

After drinking a c.o.c.ktail at home we drove to the restaurant, took our seats and waited for Michael to arrive. Everybody in the restaurant noticed Julia's entrance, and it was clear that she was the main topic of conversation. A few minutes later a tall, handsome, muscular black man walked in the door, and I knew it must be Michael. His eyes met Julia's, and they both smiled as he quickly approached our table. Julia stood up, hugged him, gave him a kiss on the lips and introduced him to me. We shook hands and we sat down to begin our adventure. Every eye in the place was on us, and the room was filled with an air of s.e.xual tension and speculation as to what the three of us were up to.

We had a few drinks, ate our dinner and then decided to go to the nightclub to dance. Michael followed us in his car as we drove to the club. On the way Julia asked how I was feeling. I told her that I was very turned on and put her hand on my bulging crotch to prove it. I then asked her how she felt. She responded by reaching between her legs, fingering her dripping c.u.n.t and slowly licking her honey-coated finger clean. She asked me if I wanted a taste, and of course I said yes. She reached down again and brought up a scoop of the sweetest dessert I ever had.

When we arrived at the dance club, Michael hurried over to our car and opened Julia's door. She rewarded his courtesy by sliding out slowly, spreading her legs and giving him a long look at her oozing c.u.n.t. They smiled at each other, and we walked inside.

The club was crowded, noisy and dark. We made our way to our reserved table next to the dance floor. After ordering a round of drinks, Julia and I got up and danced to a slow romantic song, during which she rubbed her body against mine. After that she switched her attention to her willing prey. For the next hour, Julia and Michael danced every dance, fast and slow, and with each song their moves became increasingly suggestive and erotic. During the fast dances they gyrated in s.e.xual harmony, their faces conveying their escalating desire. During the slow dances they pressed against each other, humped each other's legs and explored each other's body with their eager hands.

When Michael began ma.s.saging her t.i.ts and a.s.s, Julia responded by giving him a long French kiss and reaching down to feel the bulge between his legs. She whispered something in his ear, and he immediately reached between her legs and began to finger her. Within a couple of minutes Julia had a shuddering o.r.g.a.s.m on the dance floor in front of me and a mult.i.tude of mesmerized onlookers. After a few more minutes, during which she had started to regain her composure, Julia grabbed hold of Michael's hand, walked over to our table and announced that it was time for us all to go home.

On the way out to the car, Julia told me that she was going to ride with Michael to make sure he didn't get lost. I followed them, and as I watched them in the car ahead I saw Julia rest her head on Michael's shoulder, then start to kiss her way down his neck and cheek. A minute later her head had disappeared from sight as she got her first taste of what lay in store for us.

When we came to a stoplight I pulled up beside them. Looking down from my vehicle into Michael's sports car, I saw my s.e.xy wife sucking on the biggest c.o.c.k I'd ever seen. We got home a few minutes later, and luckily Michael hadn't yet blown his wad. I was relieved, because I wanted to witness that for myself.

As I unlocked the front door, Julia embraced Michael, telling him that she wanted to be his wh.o.r.e, and that she was going to give him his greatest s.e.xual experience ever. They kissed as I opened the door, and we walked in.

Once inside, Julia excused herself to freshen up. Michael asked her not to wash her sweet c.u.n.t, and she promised to keep it nice and wet for him. As I mixed our drinks, Michael asked me if I minded him f.u.c.king my wife. I told him that I was enjoying myself, and that he should go ahead and do whatever he wanted, but that I intended to watch the action and join in if asked. He smiled and toasted me, and then he and I sipped our drinks as we waited for Julia to return.

A little while later Julia walked into the living room. She had reapplied her makeup and put on s.e.xy black crotchless panties and a half-bra that completely exposed her nipples and pushed her magnificent t.i.ts up and out. Her glistening c.u.n.t lips were swollen and begging for attention. Sheer, seamed stockings, a diamond ankle bracelet and six-inch black slides completed the outfit.

She sat down across from us and began to slowly rub her c.l.i.t, explaining that she wanted to start things off by masturbating for us. She told us to watch carefully but not to play with ourselves during the show. She then proceeded to finger-f.u.c.k herself to a beautiful o.r.g.a.s.m. Afterwards she stood up and motioned for Michael to come over to her. They kissed and rubbed each other, then Julia dropped to her knees and began what just had to be the most memorable b.l.o.w.j.o.b of his life. I began stroking myself as I watched my beautiful, wicked wife on her knees before her black stud.

Julia lowered Michael's zipper slowly, unbuckled his belt, pulled down his pants and slipped off his briefs to free his ebony hard-on. After staring at it for a long moment, she looked up at him and said breathlessly, "I love it!" She kissed the head, licked the entire length of the shaft and finally opened her mouth as wide as she could and began to suck it. She could only get half of it down her throat, so she began to stroke the rest, her mouth and hands moving in unison. As the pace increased, she told Michael not to worry about coming in her mouth if he wanted to.

A few moments later, Michael told Julia to stroke him faster and to open her mouth wide. He then proceeded to shoot stream after stream of thick white come into her mouth and onto her t.i.ts. By the time he had finished, my wife had swallowed what seemed like a quart of his j.i.s.m. Julia slowly licked his c.o.c.k clean, swallowing every drop of their juices.

Watching my wife behave like such a wh.o.r.e was the most thrilling thing I'd ever done. And then she topped it off by standing up, walking over to me with the come shining on her body and giving me a long, deep kiss. The taste of Michael's come in her mouth was so exciting that I began to lick the remaining globs of e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.e off her b.r.e.a.s.t.s until I had devoured it all.

Julia suggested we go into the bedroom. She lay down and asked me to sit in the chair and watch her make love to Michael, but not to jerk off. She then asked Michael to kneel beside her face and lower his d.i.c.k into her mouth. She told him how much she craved his c.o.c.k and started to suck him to another full erection. When he was hard she opened her legs wide, spread apart her drenched, swollen c.u.n.t lips and begged him to f.u.c.k her with his black rod.

I watched in disbelief as my wife's c.u.n.t completely engulfed his p.e.n.i.s. They started f.u.c.king slowly, and Julia met each of Michael's thrusts with her own. Gradually the rhythm increased and Julia started moaning louder and louder. Finally she yelled, "I'm coming, I'm coming!" as she reached what she later told me was the best and longest o.r.g.a.s.m of her life. Michael hadn't come yet, and he began to f.u.c.k harder and faster until Julia asked him to pull out and lie down on the bed. He rolled over and lay on his back, his dong pointing straight up toward the ceiling. Julia then proceeded to straddle him and lower herself onto his p.r.i.c.k. I was enjoying the show immensely, but I was also aching with desire and frustration. Fortunately, Julia was about to ease my pain and give herself another first-time s.e.xual experience.

Firmly perched on Michael's black baton, Julia beckoned me to the bed, then asked me to coat my p.r.i.c.k with baby oil and f.u.c.k her a.s.s. I gladly did as she requested, slowly pushing my p.r.i.c.k into her small, tight a.s.shole. She moaned as I slid it inside, and when I had shoved it in all the way, Julia yelled "f.u.c.k my a.s.s! Ram it in hard! f.u.c.k my a.s.s, f.u.c.k my c.u.n.t, f.u.c.k me, f.u.c.k me! Shove both of your c.o.c.ks into me. I want to get double-f.u.c.ked!"

Michael and I humped Julia like a two-piston f.u.c.king machine. The sensation of this double-penetration f.u.c.kfest was absolutely incredible for all of us. Julia started coming first. Then I went off, shooting wad after wad into her tight a.s.s. And before either of us had finished, Michael emptied his load into her c.u.n.t. We collapsed in a heap and tried to catch our breath.

Michael and I were ready to call it a night, but Julia said she wanted us to get it up one more time for her. She told us to kneel next to her face, me on one side and Michael on the other, then asked us to stroke ourselves and let her lick and suck our c.o.c.ks. Julia began to finger herself while she licked and sucked our d.i.c.ks, moving from one to the other and back again. She told us how much she loved tasting her c.u.n.t and a.s.s on our c.o.c.ks. Michael and I both had raging hard-one. Julia then knelt on the bed and asked Michael to f.u.c.k her doggie-style while she sucked my d.i.c.k. After a few minutes of perfectly ch.o.r.eographed f.u.c.king and sucking, she asked her new lover to take his c.o.c.k out of her c.u.n.t and shove it up her a.s.s. He cheerfully complied, and soon his p.r.i.c.k was buried deep inside her a.s.s-hole. Julia reached down and fingered her c.l.i.t as we synchronized our movements. Soon she was moaning and whimpering around my c.o.c.k, the contortions of her mouth driving me crazy. The sensations, added to the sight of my wife getting f.u.c.ked up her a.s.s by this big black stud, were too much for me. I had never seen her act like such a f.u.c.king s.l.u.t before.

Just as I was about to explode, Julia raised her head and yelled, "I'm coming, I'm coming! Oh, please make it last for me! I'm coming!" Then she swallowed my c.o.c.k again, and I shot my load into her eager mouth. A minute later Michael started moaning as he filled her a.s.s with another load of come.

After she had once more recovered her breath, Julia said that she wanted to give us a taste how great the entire night had been for her. She then told me to lie down on my back, and she lowered her dripping c.u.n.t and a.s.s over my face, saying, "Open your mouth and taste my ecstasy." Huge wads of come began to pour out of her c.u.n.t and a.s.s into my mouth. The taste of Michael's come and mine, mixed with my wife's juices, was incredible. I eagerly licked up all of the liquid and swallowed every drop. Now Julia pulled Michael toward her and gave him a deep, wet kiss. She asked him if he liked the taste of my come. He nodded and stuck his tongue in her mouth, swabbing up as much as he could get.

Finally the three of us lay down, with Julia in the middle. We hugged and kissed, and Julia told us how much she enjoyed being fondled by her black and white studs. We sucked her t.i.ts and fingered her to a few more o.r.g.a.s.ms before we all drifted off to sleep.

When Julia and I woke up in the morning, Michael was gone, but he had left us a thank-you note and some of the greatest s.e.xual memories of our lives.-B.W., Tuscaloosa, Alabama HIS BOSS SENT HIM OFF ON BUSINESS TRIPS, THEN GAVE THE BUSINESS TO HIS WIFE.

I've always enjoyed traveling on work-related a.s.signments, so when my boss began sending me on an increased number of business trips, I considered myself fortunate. I didn't know why he was doing it all of a sudden, but I was getting to travel all over the country and stay in (reasonably) nice hotels on someone's else's tab, so I didn't even bother to give it a second thought.

One day I left the office to go to the airport, but on the way I realized that I had left an important file at home, so I had the cab turn around and take me back to my house. When I walked in the door I noticed that the answering machine was on. I was surprised to hear my boss's voice-and I was even more surprised to hear what he was saying.

"Hi, kitten," I heard. "Your husband has just taken a cab to the airport, so we've got two nights to howl. I thought I might come by around lunchtime so we could have ourselves a little matinee roll in the hay. I'm h.o.r.n.y as h.e.l.l for your p.u.s.s.y, kitten. Give me a call when you get in. Bye bye."

When I heard this I suddenly realized why I'd been so generously a.s.signed all those overnight business trips recently. My boss Steve was f.u.c.king my wife Maggie, and he probably had been for months. It also explained why Maggie had never complained about me being away from home so much. Strangely enough, when I realized exactly what was happening, I got an immediate hard-on.

Just as I was about to get back in the cab, my wife drove up. She had just gone to the store for a few things and was surprised to see me home. I explained to her that I'd come to pick up a file I'd forgotten and that I had to hurry if I wanted to make my plane. We kissed, and then I was off. I kept thinking about my boss and my wife, and I had a hard-on for the whole flight.

That night I phoned home about ten o'clock. Maggie sounded out of breath, and I told her so. She said she'd been doing some exercise. Yeah, I thought, I knew exactly what kind of exercise she was doing and who she was doing it with.

I decided to let things continue as they were, at least for a while. I had to admit to myself that I was increasingly turned on by the fact that my wife was s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g my boss on a regular basis. Then one night I decided to tell Maggie that I had always fantasized about her getting f.u.c.ked by another man. I told her that the idea really turned me on, and that I wouldn't object if she ever felt she'd like to have some strange c.o.c.k. I said it would probably be thrilling for both of us if she would share her experiences with me, or even let me watch.

Maggie was astounded when I said that. She stared at me for a long time, really taken aback and basically speechless until she looked me right in the eye and said, "You know about Steve and me, don't you?"

I put my hand on hers and told her that I'd known for some time. I a.s.sured her that I wasn't upset about their affair, and I asked her to tell me about it. She took a deep breath and started to explain how everything had happened, and she saw how hot and hard I was getting as she told me the whole story.

She said that Steve had come on to her several times in the past and she hadn't responded, although she found him very s.e.xy. Then at a company party one night he had gotten her outside in the dark. She had allowed him to back her up against a wall as he faced her, leaning toward her with his hands braced on either side of her head. Occasionally he would let a hand drop and "accidentally" rub against her t.i.ts. She thought it was accidental the first time, until it happened again and again. Finally he bent his elbows, moving forward to kiss her.

Perhaps a little carried away because of the drinks she had consumed, she returned his pa.s.sionate kiss. He took her hand and placed it on his c.o.c.k, saying, "Look how much you affect me!" His size and thickness really turned her on, and she finally agreed to his suggestion that he come by the house the next day.

Maggie told me that he had turned out to be a fantastically good f.u.c.k. He could hold off for the longest time before coming, and she had several o.r.g.a.s.ms.

I have to admit that I'm not a great lover. I tend to go off too fast, and I'm seldom able to bring my wife to o.r.g.a.s.m before I come. Maggie said she'd never known how wonderful f.u.c.king could be until she started having her affair with Steve. He opened her up to all kinds of s.e.xual fun. She even became an expert at sucking c.o.c.k, which was something I could never get her to do for me in all the time we've been married.

We agreed not to tell Steve right away that I knew the two of them were carrying on. I was afraid that Steve might overreact and break it off with her, he might fire me, or both. I didn't want either of those things to happen, and neither did she.

We started seeing more and more of Steve as a couple, while Maggie continued to meet with him on the side. Eventually Steve began to get the idea that I knew what was going on, and that I was okay with it. He became more open showing his interest in my wife, and eventually it was accepted among the three of us that he's her lover. It's been that way for six months now, and none of us has any complaints.

I soon realized that it turned Steve on to display his obvious l.u.s.t for my wife right in front of me, and we both realized that it turned me on to be openly cuckolded, as it were. For instance, when the three of us go to a restaurant, Steve sits next to Maggie and I sit across from them. Soon I'll see his hand going under the table, and I'll watch her face as it goes up her dress.

Steve often comes by the house now to f.u.c.k Maggie. We'll have a few drinks, and then the two of them will go upstairs and he'll screw her in our bed. I listen to their sounds of pa.s.sion then I often jerk off, coming hard when I hear her scream with the o.r.g.a.s.ms she gets from another man.

I still go out of town on business trips, and sometimes I'll call her up and she puts the phone on the bed so I can listen while they have s.e.x. When Steve goes on trips now, he sometimes takes my wife with him as his "personal a.s.sistant" On their last business trip, an old friend of his was attending the same convention, and the three of them had a wild time together, with my wife satisfying both men at once, taking them on in every position they knew and making them come several times over. When she finally got home and told me about it, I came without even touching myself. It may seem peculiar to some people, but we have come to enjoy our lifestyle, and none of us would change it for anything.-R.G., New Orleans, Louisiana

Someone's Watching.

HEARING TALES OF HER YOUNG LOVER RECHARGES HER HUSBAND'S BATTERY They say that life gets better after forty. It sure did for my husband and me. Milt is fifty-two, and I'm forty-five. We've been happily married for twenty-three years, have two grown daughters and will soon be grandparents. Not the kind of people you would expect to have a Penthouse experience, though I should say we've read Penthouse Letters for years.

Last February the company I had worked for for more than twenty-five years, working my way up from receptionist to office manager, announced it was moving its headquarters to another city. I decided to accept the severance package and become a happy housewife and gardener, at least for a while. Milt was now his company's CFO and the girls were through college, so we didn't really need the second income.

Our next-door neighbors were on a four-week trip and had asked me to look after their house and garden while they were gone. They had also arranged for their house to be painted and roofed in their absence.

A couple of days after they left, a handsome guy about twenty-five rang our bell and introduced himself as Justin. He said he was doing repairs on Rick and Madge's house and asked for the key to the garage, where the paint and shingles were stored. We made small talk for half an hour. He'd gotten into construction after high school but now had decided to go to college and was doing jobs like this to earn money.

All this time his eyes were fixed on my b.r.e.a.s.t.s. I'm a little plump and have large, full ones-Milt says I'm "voluptuous." I was in my robe, braless, and Justin obviously noticed the hanging bulges pressing outward on my robe.

After letting him in Rick's garage, I dressed and worked in my garden while he began removing the old shingles. About noon I went in for lunch, then upstairs to my bedroom to change for a shopping trip. I took off my sweaty bra and went in the bathroom to wash my face. As I was putting on a clean bra, I noticed Justin standing on the roof next door with a spadelike tool, looking through the open bathroom window. He had been watching me all the while!

I hurried back to the bedroom, out of his sight. At first I was outraged. Then I began to feel excited that Justin had seen my naked b.r.e.a.s.t.s. It was a delicious naughty feeling. I finished dressing and, as I was getting in the car to go shopping, I yelled a greeting to Justin as if nothing had happened. When I returned, I asked him to come down from the roof and help me unload the heavy bags of mulch and stone from the car and move them to my backyard.

"Always willing to help a beautiful woman," he said. As he moved the bags, he went on to say I looked too young to be a grandmother, then made additional flattering comments about my smile and sunny disposition. He topped it off by commenting on my s.e.xy figure. I knew he was schmoozing me up, but I ate it up coming from such a good-looking young man.

I debated with myself all evening whether or not to tell Milt. I was going to say something as we were undressing for bed, but before I could, he said, "How about a little bedtime snack?"

That's our code for oral s.e.x. Milt is a master at it, and is really into scents and musk. I have a heavy growth of pubic hair and never shave or trim it except when I have to wear a swimsuit. During the winter I also let the hair on my upper thighs grow, and shave only from mid-thigh down. Milt thinks the hair makes me muskier. My gardening and the incident with Justin must have made me especially pungent. When Milt propped up his head on the pillows and I backed my f.a.n.n.y up to his face, he groaned with pleasure and licked like a madman. I was soon on my way to climax. I took Milt's c.o.c.k in my mouth and within a minute or two was swallowing streams of hot s.e.m.e.n. I came at the same time.

I told Milt about Justin afterward, as we lay side by side. I asked what he thought I should do. He laughed and said I should put on another show the next day. I was shocked. I'd expected him to warn me to be careful, perhaps to avoid Justin altogether. Instead, he rolled over and kissed me, then mounted me and inserted his erect p.e.n.i.s. His quick recovery and the smell of my p.u.s.s.y on his face really excited me. It was the best s.e.x we'd had for years.

As I sensed he was about to e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.e, I said, "Do you like it when another man sees your wife's big bare b.r.e.a.s.t.s hanging down?" And he lost control. He pounded six or seven hard strokes against my c.l.i.t, and I came too. He asked me to tell him all there was to tell when he got home the next night. Then he rolled over and went to sleep.

In the morning I bathed in the downstairs bathroom, put on panties and a robe, and took careful note of Justin's position on the roof. When he was in a position to see in the master bathroom, I shed the robe and casually walked in with only a towel wrapped around my waist. My b.r.e.a.s.t.s were exquisitely free and bare. I applied shaving cream casually to my left armpit while holding the arm above my head.

Before picking up the razor, I stole a quick peek outside. Sure enough, Justin was watching intently. I proceeded to shave the left pit, then repeated the procedure on the right side. My b.r.e.a.s.t.s jiggled with each movement. I applied my makeup and lipstick slowly and brushed my hair vigorously-all of my movements creating movements of my b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Finally I applied my deodorant, using similar motions to those I used to shave, and again peeked at Justin. He didn't appear to have moved a muscle.

I greeted him again as I got in the car to run some errands, and called out to him to be careful not to get overheated, since it was going to be in the low nineties. I thought that was a clever comment, and I delivered it innocently.

I had lunch alone and savored the excitement I'd felt while Justin watched me earlier. I was more than a little surprised by the thoughts running through my head. Here I was, old enough to be his mother, yet I was feeling like a teenager about to lose her virginity. It was a little scary, and I couldn't quell the excitement. I knew that under the right circ.u.mstances he could have me.

When I returned at half past one, Justin was carrying bundles of shingles up to the roof. I changed into my work clothes and worked in Rick and Madge's backyard until about half past three, when I yelled up to Justin asking if he'd like some nice cold iced tea.

He was down in a flash, sweaty and shirtless. His muscled chest and back, deeply tanned, looked delicious! I was also sweaty, and as we entered my kitchen, I lamented that women can't shed our blouse and bra on a hot day.

Justin said, "I wish you could too! It would be great to see a s.e.xy woman like you topless!"

"You may not like what you'd see if I weren't wearing a bra," I replied. "My b.r.e.a.s.t.s are large, but they sag."

He took a swig of tea, then said, "Your husband is a lucky man. He can see them bare every day. I envy him."

I couldn't resist that opening. In my best "office manager" tone of voice, I said, "But you have seen them, haven't you? Yesterday and this morning when I was in the bathroom. Remember?"

Justin was stunned. His face showed both shock and fear as he tried to explain. I interrupted to ask if he'd like to see my b.r.e.a.s.t.s up close instead of thirty yards away. He stopped stammering excuses and nodded his head yes. I raised my top and shrugged it over my head, then pulled outward on the bottom of the bra cups. This dumped my 46DDs out less than two feet from Justin's nose. Turning around, I asked him to unhook the bra. His hands shook and he fumbled a bit, but he got it done.

"Would you like to touch them?" I asked. He caressed them gently.

"The nipples are huge!" he said. "May I kiss them?"

I nodded. He licked and kissed my giant areolae and continued to fondle and bury his face in my long cleavage. He said, "They're even more fantastic than I imagined, and much heavier."

I stood in front of his chair for several minutes while he worshiped my b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Then I reached for his groin and said, "Let's have a look at this erection."

He immediately freed his hard-on from his cutoffs. I soaked my panties just looking at it. It was as big around as Milt's and two inches longer.

It twitched upward toward his belly every couple of seconds. I stroked it a few times and bent over to give him an open-mouthed kiss. He responded in kind, and his right hand left my breast and started down between the elastic waistband of my slacks and my belly.

Coming to my senses, I broke off the kiss. "No, sweetie!" I whispered. "We can't go down there. We don't have any protection. Besides, I'm sweaty and not very fresh down there right now." I didn't add that I hadn't shaved the insides of my thighs for eight months! But I did say, "Let me help you, though."

He stood, and I swallowed his c.o.c.k. His breathing was jerky. As my tongue lapped the underside of his d.i.c.k, I grazed it gently with my teeth. I took hold if his b.a.l.l.s and applied slight pressure as I took him deep in my mouth.

In under a minute, he pulled back, crying, "Look out, I'm going to come!" I held his b.u.t.tocks and pulled him deep in my mouth. "It's too late!" he yelled, as he e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed. His spasming p.e.n.i.s was jetting thick s.e.m.e.n in my mouth. "You're swallowing it!" he said, amazed.

With his c.o.c.k still in my mouth, I nodded. When it was over, I French-kissed him and said it was time to go-"before Milt comes home and finds you here."

In fact, that evening Milt had to work late preparing a project evaluation for a proposed acquisition that would take him out of town the next day. He called from a conference room and couldn't talk freely. I told him to hurry because I had details of the day to share.

Reflecting on my day, I was excited and apprehensive. I'd come close to letting Justin f.u.c.k me. I laid out some clothes for Milt to pack, then decided to undress. When I took off my panties, I smelled the musky product of my excitement. I placed them in a plastic bag and sealed it carefully to put in Milt's luggage. He likes to have a reminder of me when he's out of town, and this would be among the best!

I put on my robe and waited. Milt got home at half past eight and practically dragged me to the bedroom. He asked me to sit on the bedside and lie back. I put my hands behind my knees and pulled my legs to my chest to give him open access to my p.u.s.s.y. He noticed the strong smell and licked around my a.n.u.s and upward to my c.l.i.toris. As he licked me, I told my story. It excited him so, his breathing became ragged.

When I got to the part where Justin fondled my b.r.e.a.s.t.s, Milt e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed spontaneously on the pants of a suit I'd laid out on the bed for him to pack.