It's An Open House Part 2

"Actually, we plan to f.u.c.k you all night," Carl said.

"Oh," my wife said. "Well, why didn't you say so?"

I didn't hear anything more after that. When I came back to the den with our drinks, I noticed that Carl had already started the party. His face was buried between Janet's thighs, her head was thrown back on the couch and her eyes were closed as Carl lapped at her p.u.s.s.y.

Carl raised his wet face and said, "Sorry, Glen, I was too hungry to wait."

"That's okay," I said. "She has plenty for both of us."

Her eyes opened at the sound of my voice. I looked into them deeply, then lowered my mouth to hers, parting her moistened lips with my tongue. As we shared this intimacy, I took a nipple in my fingers and rolled it between them. Janet lifted her hips, pressing her crotch against Carl's face while he pleasured her with his tongue and hand. Still kissing me pa.s.sionately, she pulled his face even harder against her crotch. Moan after moan escaped her lips as she came with another man for the first time in eighteen years.

We broke our kiss, and Janet smiled and grabbed at my hard c.o.c.k. Carl stood up and removed his robe. Janet's grip tightened on my d.i.c.k and she let out a gasp. She watched as Carl's nine inches sprang free before her eyes. "G.o.d!" she breathed. "It's so big!"

She made no protest as I reached down and slipped her negligee off her shoulders, revealing all of her lovely body to Carl's hungry eyes. I lay her gently along the length of the couch. Without pausing she lifted a leg and placed it back, spreading her p.u.s.s.y open. I caressed her b.r.e.a.s.t.s with my palms and kissed her deeply as Carl moved his face back to her p.u.s.s.y.

I positioned myself on my knees beside her. Janet took my hard c.o.c.k and rubbed it over her soft, wet lips. Carl's face was still in her m.u.f.f, and she began to push back against his finger and tongue. Opening her mouth, she took my c.o.c.khead between her lips as another o.r.g.a.s.m rippled through her body. When it pa.s.sed, she began to suck my c.o.c.k eagerly. She f.u.c.ked Carl's finger and tongue faster as she moved along my shaft.

She trembled and moaned around my c.o.c.k as yet another o.r.g.a.s.m wracked her body. This was too much for me to take, and I blew my load down her throat. She continued to milk me dry as Carl licked her p.u.s.s.y. She released my c.o.c.k from her lips, and Carl kissed his way up her body to her mouth. He lay on top of her, his thick c.o.c.k pressing against her c.l.i.t. Holding her face in his hands, he told her how beautiful and tasty she was. As he did so, she eagerly licked her juices off his face, something I rarely got her to do for me.

Carl moved away, pulling Janet to her feet as I moved up behind her, sandwiching her body between us. Carl's c.o.c.k slid over her slit and pressed against her c.l.i.t again, while mine was caught between her a.s.s cheeks. This seemed to really light her fire. "I could really use a hard d.i.c.k in me right now," she whimpered. "Will one of you boys please give it to me?"

I went over to the wet bar to fix us another c.o.c.ktail, but noticed that the action had already started. Carl bent her over the pool table, rubbing his throbbing c.o.c.k along her wetness, from her c.l.i.t to her a.s.s and back again. When his c.o.c.khead hit the entrance to her p.u.s.s.y, he paused for a second. He ma.s.saged her a.s.s cheeks and shifted his weight forward. Then his d.i.c.k-head spread her p.u.s.s.y open as it started to slowly penetrate her outer lips. Then he stopped briefly. "Are you ready to be f.u.c.ked now?" he asked her.

Janet was panting and moaning, obviously dying for his c.o.c.k. But what she said was, "Maybe we should wait for Glen ..." Even as she said this her body reacted with a mind of its own. She pushed back against him, pressing her p.u.s.s.y harder against his c.o.c.k. If she hadn't been so tight, his entire c.o.c.k would've buried itself in her c.u.n.t right then.

She gasped loudly as his c.o.c.khead stretched her p.u.s.s.y open a little more, and an intense o.r.g.a.s.m sent shivers through her body as her come gushed over his d.i.c.k. She was still moaning as I came in with the drinks, and looked at me apprehensively. "Don't worry," I said. "I love a live show! I also heard you say you thought you should wait, and I love you even more for that!"

She threw both arms around my neck and hugged me tightly. "G.o.d I love you!" she said.

After that we got high again and started a game of pool. Each time Janet shot she leaned over the table as far as possible, giving us an excellent view of her a.s.s and dripping c.u.n.t. We were both more than ready when she leaned back against the table and rubbed her hand up and down her wet slit. In a sultry voice she asked, "What's going on? Doesn't anyone want to f.u.c.k me?"

Carl backed up a step and said, "You should go first, Glen," and I stepped up to her. She was so wet that I buried my c.o.c.k in her c.u.n.t on the first stroke, and she shrieked with joy. Her p.u.s.s.y gripped my d.i.c.k tightly as I f.u.c.ked her. Each time I pulled out, her p.u.s.s.y lips clung to my d.i.c.k, and each time I pushed myself back in, a shrill yelp of pleasure escaped her mouth.

Carl climbed onto the pool table and lay on his side, moving his p.r.i.c.k to within inches of Janet's face. She quickly stuck out her tongue and licked from base to tip. Then she wrapped her lips around the head. It barely fit in her mouth, and yet she dipped her head and took as much of it as she could. I stopped for a minute to watch Janet enjoy her newfound toy. But I was anxious to give her p.u.s.s.y the workout it needed, and soon I was driving into her.

Janet's head bobbed down on Carl's c.o.c.k with every thrust. When I pulled out, I brought her hips with me, and his d.i.c.k slid out from between her lips. I began to f.u.c.k her faster, reaching around to play with her c.l.i.t. I heard her moaning around Carl's fat c.o.c.k and felt the pressure building in my b.a.l.l.s as her c.u.n.t walls ma.s.saged my d.i.c.k. I watched Carl's c.o.c.k sliding in and out of her mouth. Then my wife reached up and pushed a finger into Carl's a.s.s. His eyes closed and his b.u.t.tocks tightened as he erupted, filling her mouth with sc.u.m.

We all went into the bedroom after that. Carl lay on the bed and Janet got on top of him in a 69, greedily sucking his c.o.c.k as he licked my come from her p.u.s.s.y. I sat down in a chair to watch. I wouldn't have thought that seeing her with another man would make me so hard, but it did. The two of them were lying crossways in the bed, with Carl's feet and Janet's head pointing toward me, and I had a clear view of his c.o.c.k sliding in and out between her lips. She looked up at me, gazing into my eyes as she licked the tip. She had both of her hands wrapped around his thick pole, slowly stroking it as she flicked her tongue back and forth across the head.

Drawing her mouth away from his p.r.i.c.k, Janet sat up, pushing her p.u.s.s.y right down on top of Carl's face. With a look of determination I'd never seen before, she shimmed her a.s.s back and forth across his lips as she tried to get herself off one more time. She looked up and motioned for me to come over to her side of the bed. When I got there she took one of my hands in hers and placed it around Carl's fat p.r.i.c.k. She held it there, moving it up and down his slippery shaft as her other hand played with her nipples. She was grinding her pelvis against Carl's face, and she started telling me how he was almost as good as me with his tongue, and how great it felt buried in her p.u.s.s.y. I slid my mouth down to her breast, taking one of her tender nipples between my lips, nibbling it gently.

I continued to suck her breast as she moaned louder. Janet moans a lot when she comes; it's one of the many things about our lovemaking that turns me on. Then she gave a little shriek and her body rose into the air for a moment, before setting herself back on Carl's face. "Oh, babe, he's tongue-f.u.c.king my a.s.s!" she panted, squirming wildly. Suddenly Carl groaned, and his come spurted over our hands. Janet was squealing while she rode his tongue, and her body tensed as she came again. She licked the come off our hands and Carl's d.i.c.k.

Straightening up, she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled my mouth to hers. Slipping her tongue between my lips, she pushed some of Carl's come into my mouth. After a moment of hesitation, I happily kissed her back.

Carl went out to the bathroom as we both fell back on the bed. She looked so s.e.xy, lying there with her creamy white b.r.e.a.s.t.s exposed, her mound and thighs coated with p.u.s.s.y juice. I ran my hands gently over her face and through her hair. She nuzzled my throat, then lowered her head and took my nipple between her soft lips, flicking her tongue over it. She pulled my leg between hers, rubbing her thigh against my d.i.c.k and b.a.l.l.s.

"Have you enjoyed this evening so far?" she asked.

"Yes, I have," I replied.

"Did you like helping me jerk him off?"

I thought for a second, then said, "I like everything we do together."

Laying her head on my shoulder and playing with my nipples, she asked shyly, "Babe, is Carl going to f.u.c.k me tonight?"

I realized that, notwithstanding their close call earlier, Carl had not actually penetrated my wife. In spite of all that had happened up to now, this would obviously be a big step for her.

"I don't know," I said. "Do you want him to f.u.c.k you?"

"I need a hard d.i.c.k in me soon or I'll go crazy! It might be nice to see what a nine-inch c.o.c.k feels like."

Carl came back into the room. He crawled into the bed on her other side and snuggled up against her back. "Is it time for me to go now?" he asked.

"No, stay awhile," I said. Janet looked up at me, and I simply winked in return. She ground that great a.s.s of hers back against Carl's growing c.o.c.k. My own d.i.c.k was rubbing her c.l.i.t, and I pushed harder against her as Carl slid his c.o.c.k over her b.u.t.tocks. The increased pressure made her crazy with pa.s.sion.

"f.u.c.k me, Glen," she pleaded, before rolling me onto my back and climbing on top of me. She leaned forward to kiss me while she ground her pelvis on my hardness. Carl placed his hands on her a.s.s and lifted her up, then grabbed my c.o.c.k and guided it to her p.u.s.s.y. She was extremely wet, and she impaled herself on my pole with one smooth motion. Our pubic hair meshed together as she settled her weight down onto my stiffness. Her t.i.ts swung in my face as she rocked back and forth.

Carl moved up behind her, wedging his hard nine inches into the crack of her a.s.s. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her up until she was sitting, wedging her to take my c.o.c.k even deeper inside her. He fondled her tender b.r.e.a.s.t.s, and she turned her head to meet his kiss. When the kiss ended, she crouched over me again, her b.r.e.a.s.t.s dangling as she bounced wildly up and down, a.s.s sticking out toward Carl. His throbbing d.i.c.k again stroked her b.u.t.t and probed into her crack.

I felt like coming, but I pulled out before I did, and she moaned in protest. Carl placed his swollen c.o.c.khead between her legs and started rubbing it against her p.u.s.s.y.

"Come on, Glen," Janet pleaded. "f.u.c.k me!"

"Do you want me to let Carl f.u.c.k you?" I asked. "Would you like to feel his nine inches?" Carl placed the head of his d.i.c.k at Janet's p.u.s.s.y for the second time that night. She gasped as it throbbed against her. "Do you want Carl to f.u.c.k you?" I repeated.

Moaning into my ear, she begged, "Oh, yes, please, babe! Please let him f.u.c.k me! Let him put that big c.o.c.k in my c.u.n.t and f.u.c.k me!"

I kissed her tenderly, then I lowered my hands to her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and gave Carl the go-ahead. He slowly pushed forward, spreading her p.u.s.s.y lips wide and sinking three inches of his thick meat into Janet's hungry, cloying c.u.n.t.

"Mmmm!" she moaned. She crushed her lips against mine and pushed her tongue deep into my mouth as her v.a.g.i.n.a was filled with the largest d.i.c.k she had ever known. Then she broke our kiss and threw her head back, gasping with pleasure. Carl paused a moment, then slowly withdrew until only the head of his c.o.c.k remained in her tight opening. Just this small movement had her juices running out around his d.i.c.k and dripping onto mine. The look of ecstasy on my wife's face caused any incipient jealousy I might have felt to fade away. She was looking deep into my eyes as tears of satisfaction and joy rolled down her face.

Carl paused again to give her a moment to get used to his size, and like an addict she moved backward, trying to get more of him into her c.u.n.t. But Carl wanted to tease her a little first. Each time she moved back, he moved with her. Looking over her shoulder at him, Janet begged, "G.o.d d.a.m.n, please f.u.c.k me, Carl! I need to be f.u.c.ked hard!"

Carl finally gave in and set out to stick it to her. He placed a hand on each of her shoulders and plunged the rest of his nine inches into her c.u.n.t until his b.a.l.l.s rested against her a.s.s. Janet's eyes jerked wide open, and she screamed in wonder and ecstasy as she came, her twitching, writhing body suddenly collapsing on top of me.

When she could speak again, she whispered in my ear, "Glen, this feels so good! I've never been so full!" She was pinned against me as Carl went on banging her, pushing in and out of her tight little p.u.s.s.y. My c.o.c.k rubbed against her c.l.i.t with every lunge of Carl's body, stimulating her and me at the same time. Her hair spilled over my face, and her b.r.e.a.s.t.s mashed against my chest.

Soon she was gasping, "Oh! Oh! Oooh!" with each stroke of his d.i.c.k. Her body quivered each time he sank his rod into her. Then she was off again, beginning another long, intense o.r.g.a.s.m. As it built to a crest, she pushed back on Carl's c.o.c.k as hard as she could, screaming out, "I'm coming! I'm coming!" With one hard final thrust Carl plunged his meat into her further than anyone ever had. His entire body convulsed as he emptied his b.a.l.l.s into her c.u.n.t.

I was so turned on by all of this-the look of satisfaction on Janet's face, the sight of Carl's d.i.c.k plunging in and out of her, the feeling of her body jerking and twisting against mine as she came-that I emptied my b.a.l.l.s and shot my j.i.s.m all over my wife's stomach and my own. Janet gave a final screech of pleasure as her body was shaken by spasms and her p.u.s.s.y gushed in the last throes of o.r.g.a.s.m. A combination of p.u.s.s.y juice and come from all three of us was dripping onto my c.o.c.k and b.a.l.l.s and down the crack of my a.s.s.

After a few minutes Carl got up and started to dress. By the time he was finished, Janet had recovered enough to get up and kiss him good-bye. As she kissed him she unzipped his pants and took out his soft c.o.c.k. She leaned forward and took it into her mouth, swirling her tongue around like she was slurping an ice cream cone.

Carl gently but firmly pushed her away. "You are one hot piece of a.s.s," he said. As he was going out the door, he turned to me. "Thanks," he said. "That's a terrific lady you have there. She's a great f.u.c.k! Call me again anytime you want!" And then he was gone.

I turned to my wife. She looked so beautiful with come drying on her body and more running out of her c.u.n.t. I cradled her in my arms and pulled her close. "I love you, Janet," I told her.

With a contented sigh she pressed her body against me. "Thanks for tonight, darling! You're the best husband and the greatest lover a woman could ever have!"

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself," I said. "If you want, maybe Carl can come back another time."

She smiled. "We'll see," she murmured.

I held her lovingly in my arms. As we drifted off to sleep, the last thing she heard from me was, "Happy birthday, babe!"-G.F., Fond du Lac, Wisconsin WHEN THIS LADY CALLS ROOM SERVICE, SHE'S NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO GETS SERVICED My husband Dwight and I are both in our mid-thirties. I have brown eyes, brown hair and 38D b.r.e.a.s.t.s. I'm five-foot-eight and weigh one hundred seventy pounds. Dwight has black hair, a thick beard and moustache and dark brown eyes. He's five-feet-nine and weights two hundred thirty pounds.

Dwight used to tell me he had this fantasy about us having a threesome with another guy. Well, he finally saw it happen last weekend, when we decided to take a brief vacation. What was supposed to be a relaxing couple of days turned out to be much more than we had ever expected.

We drove to a casino hotel about one-hundred fifty miles from where we live. As we checked in, a bellman came over to take our luggage. I looked up at him and saw the most gorgeous black man I'd ever laid eyes on. He looked to be about twenty-five-years old, and he was very well-muscled. As he picked up our bags I noticed the bulge in his pants. We followed him to our room, and I whispered to Dwight that I'd love to try some of that. Dwight told me to get a grip on myself.

After we settled into our suite, Dwight went into the bathroom to take a shower and I decided to surprise the bellboy. I called down to the front desk and asked for someone to help me with the TV. (I'd only seen the one bellboy on duty, so I figured they would send him.) I stripped down to my white G-string panties, with nothing covering my sizeable t.i.ts. Was he going to get a surprise, or what? I'd never f.u.c.ked a black guy before, but I figured there's always a first time for everything. And I could fulfill Dwight's threesome fantasy in the bargain.

Soon there was a knock on the door. I looked through the peephole to make sure it was the bellboy I wanted. When I saw that it was, I slowly opened the door and stood there in all my glory. The bellboy stood there starting at my shapely body, naked except for my panties.

I motioned him in, and as I shut the door behind him, I could tell he liked what he saw, though he was obviously trying not to stare too much. He asked me what I wanted, and I asked him to help me find the X-rated channel on the televsion. He found it for me, then asked me if I needed anything else. I looked down and saw that the bulge in his pants had grown considerably. I asked his name, and he said it was Clarence.

I said, "As a matter of fact, Clarence, there is something else you can do for me. Will you show me your black c.o.c.k? I've never seen one before."

By then he was staring openly. But after a moment he shrugged and said, "Sure, what the h.e.l.l?" When he unzipped his pants, I was in shock. I was looking at the biggest, thickest, blackest c.o.c.k I'd ever seen. It had to be about seven inches long and at least three inches around. I knew I had to have it in my mouth and my hot h.o.r.n.y p.u.s.s.y!

Without another word, I dropped to my knees and put the head to my lips. I licked up and down along the shaft and tongued at his b.a.l.l.s. My p.u.s.s.y started getting wet as I heard him moan with pleasure.

When Dwight came out of the bathroom, naked from his shower I knew he was surprised to say the least. He said, "Jenny, what the f.u.c.k are you doing?"

Looking up from my sucking, I said, "Welcome to your fantasy, honey. Clarence here showed his d.i.c.k to me, and I just had to have it." Then I returned to sucking Clarence's c.o.c.k.

Dwight recovered from his shock pretty quickly! He knelt down behind me and began to finger my p.u.s.s.y, which was so f.u.c.king wet and hot! I got on all fours, still slurping a big, black c.o.c.k as Dwight pulled my panties down and started sucking my c.l.i.t until he had it as hard as I had the bellboy. Then he went for my inner p.u.s.s.y lips, sucking on one and then the other, until I was just about crazy with l.u.s.t. He kept eating my p.u.s.s.y with vigor for anther five minutes, getting me off at least two more times before he stopped.

I told Dwight to lie down on the bed so I could suck his eight-incher while Clarence f.u.c.ked me doggie-style. Neither of them had any objection to that! I got down on the bed on my hands and knees, and Clarence started f.u.c.king me really hard and fast as I went down on Dwight's c.o.c.k. It only took a few minutes of getting rammed by them both before I screamed out that I was starting to come, and Clarence shot his load up my p.u.s.s.y at the same time that Dwight exploded in my mouth.

We all fell back on the bed, with me in the middle. As I lay there with a thick c.o.c.k on each side of me, I couldn't help taking one in each hand and stroking them up and down. After a minute I turned to Clarence and started sucking his d.i.c.k, which in its temporarily limp state could actually fit in my mouth. Then I turned and started blowing Dwight for awhile. I went back and forth between them, sucking each in turn until they were both stiff enough to bang me again.

Dwight laid me back on the bed so he could f.u.c.k me missionary style. And as he did, Clarence straddled my face so I could keep sucking on his big, black c.o.c.k. He played with my t.i.ts and twiddled my nipples as I suckled his d.i.c.k, and Dwight f.u.c.ked me until I moaned with pleasure.

Clarence started f.u.c.king my mouth hard and fast, and Dwight followed his lead by s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g my p.u.s.s.y even harder. I had a whole series of intense o.r.g.a.s.ms as they double-f.u.c.ked my squirming body. Finally Clarence cried out that he was coming and spewed his sperm down my throat, and soon Dwight shot all over my a.s.s.

We all collapsed for a second time. Then Clarence jumped up and said he'd better get back to work. Dwight thanked him for letting him experience his threesome fantasy, and I thanked him for giving me my first black c.o.c.k.

After that we expected that the rest of our vacation would be pretty anticlimactic, but as it turned out, that was only the beginning. I'll tell you more in my next letter.-D.D., Lovelock, Nevada HE GETS HIS GREATEST KICKS FROM SHARING HIS s.e.xPOT WIFE WITH HIS BEST BUDDY.

My pal Chuck and I have been best friends since grade school. We were inseparable while growing up, and we've shared just about everything. He was the best man at my wedding and had promised to be G.o.dfather to our fist child. As best buddies, we talk openly about everything. There wasn't a thing I hadn't talked about with Chuck, except maybe his desire to f.u.c.k my wife Marilyn.

It all started one summer when we all took a skin-diving trip to Aruba on Chuck's boat. We had stopped for lunch in a pretty secluded cove, and after we had some food-and a good deal of the local tropical beer-the conversation, as it often does, turned to the subject of s.e.x. It was mostly just kidding and joking around, but there was an undercurrent of serious eroticism as we became more spontaneous and open.

Feeling a little turned on, and with the beer undoubtedly freeing up my inhibitions a bit, I found myself telling Marilyn what Chuck had said about her once. "Chuck thinks your mouth was made for giving b.l.o.w.j.o.bs," I said bluntly. "He asked if you give good ones." And I grinned at my buddy like a cat who had swallowed the canary.

Chuck blushed and looked at the deck, but Marilyn glowered with an unusually h.o.r.n.y smile. Surprised by her interest, I decided to follow up. "And I told him you suck great c.o.c.k," I said boldly. When Marilyn kept smiling, Chuck began to get braver and asked if she liked sucking d.i.c.k.

It seemed to me then that not only was Marilyn unoffended by this turn in the conversation, she was even a little turned on. She answered Chuck's question without hesitation. "c.o.c.k-sucking is a skill," she said, still smiling. "An art that women have to develop through hard work and dedication." Then Marilyn surprised us both. Licking her lips seductively, she told Chuck that if he'd lie down on the engine cover she'd be happy to show him what she meant. Eagerly, he did as she suggested. Then, startling me even further, she knelt by him on the deck-pad and worked his trunks down his legs, exposing his already rigid c.o.c.k. Marilyn smiled down at my friend's erect p.e.n.i.s, admiring its size and shape. She reached out and wrapped her hand securely around the taut, pink pole.

My heart pounded as I watched my bikini-clad wife on her knees next to my best friend, his trunks pulled down around his thighs. Bending over my buddy's well-muscled midsection, with his c.o.c.k held delicately in her hand, Marilyn moistened her lips again, then looked over at me with hopeful eyes as if to say, "May I suck him off?"

My own c.o.c.k was very hard by then. I suddenly realized how aroused I had become by the prospect of seeing my normally reserved wife sliding her lips around my best friend's c.o.c.k, and how thrilled and delighted I was to see her so completely enjoying the idea. Here were the two people in the world I felt closest to, so why shouldn't they enjoy each other? And why shouldn't I enjoy watching them do it?

"You want his c.o.c.k, don't you?" I said to Marilyn. "Suck it, my love. Show him what a great b.l.o.w.j.o.b you give." I could see that she was dying to slide Chuck's c.o.c.k into her mouth-as eager, perhaps, as I was to see her do it-and I didn't even have to check to see if Chuck wanted her to do it! My usually demure but suddenly s.e.x-hungry wife beamed wantonly. She licked the tip of Chuck's c.o.c.k and then slowly and methodically slid its length into her mouth, savoring the taste and feel of my friend's erection.

Like a street wh.o.r.e with a pa.s.sion for her work, she playfully held the head between her lips, swirling her tongue around the fleshy k.n.o.b, paying particular attention to the sensitive skin just under the head. Keeping her lips around his d.i.c.k, she reached behind her back with both hands and undid the straps of her bathing suit top, letting it drop onto the hatch. Still working his pole expertly with her tongue, she began to slide her bikini bottoms over her hips and down her luscious a.s.s. I moved in behind her to help, and she raised each knee in turn, allowing me to slide the garment down her legs and off, which left her completely, wonderfully naked, crouching on her knees with her fine a.s.s in the air.

I watched with enthusiasm as my wife went on attentively, even lovingly, sucking and licking my buddy's rigid p.e.n.i.s. I moved to the other side of the hatch and pulled Chuck's trunks over his legs and tossed them to the deck. Without removing her mouth from his c.o.c.k, Marilyn lifted one leg and swung it over Chuck's head, offering him the sight of her naked p.u.s.s.y. Then she lowered her hips until that p.u.s.s.y was covering his mouth, and they were locked in an open-air 69. I was enraptured by the sight of the two of them in this ravenous s.e.xual embrace. Marilyn savagely devoured Chuck's c.o.c.k as he feasted on her soaking p.u.s.s.y with an enthusiasm that filled me with more pride and affection than you could imagine.

I was so intensely aroused by their pa.s.sionate exchange that, though I didn't want to interfere in their lovemaking, I did want to add as much as I could to their pleasure. I knelt next to them on the deck and began to touch my wife's a.n.u.s with my finger. "Go ahead and lick her a.s.s," I whispered to Chuck. "Marilyn goes crazy for a tongue in her a.s.s. See what she tastes like down there."

He took my recommendation and started licking her crinkled rosebud. Marilyn began to rotate her hips wildly and moan around his c.o.c.k. She moved her head steadily, alternately sucking the tip of his d.i.c.k and deep-throating its entire length, exhibiting a hungry pa.s.sion which I had experienced but never before had the good fortune to be able to watch from such an exciting advantage point.

As Chuck's tongue disappeared into her a.s.shole, my wife lifted her head long enough to cry out, "Yes! Yes, Chuck! Oh, yes!" Then she devoured his c.o.c.k again, sucking it with a wild abandon. The two of them quivered with excitement as they came in tandem. Marilyn's body spasmed and shook, but she stayed crouched over Chuck, hungrily swallowing the s.e.m.e.n he shot into her mouth, then devotededly licking the remaining come from his shriveling c.o.c.k. She savored the taste, swiping her tongue back and forth across his p.e.n.i.s.

Chuck's head dropped to the hatch pad in satisfied fatigue, and Marilyn swung her leg over him and sat up. "Well, Chuck, do I give a good b.l.o.w.j.o.b or what?" she asked coyly when she had caught her breath.

"My G.o.d!" Chuck gasped. "Marilyn, you're sensational!" He turned to me, still breathless. "You are one lucky man."

I kissed my wife deeply, tasting his come on her lips. "I think we're both going to be lucky from now on," I told him. Then I looked into her eyes. "I love you," I said. "That was positively the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my life. I never realized how much I wanted you to suck Chuck's c.o.c.k. I never recognized how much you wanted to do it."

Marilyn kissed me again, then bent down and kissed Chuck gingerly, her tongue probing his mouth, tasting her own p.u.s.s.y on his lips. "I think we may have started something," she said playfully, putting an arm around each of us. "You know, I think I could get used to having two lovers."

Afterward the three of us cuddled together, kissed, caressed and celebrated our newly discovered s.e.xual bond. I delighted in the afterglow of s.e.x with my wife and my best friend.

But Marilyn wasn't finished with us yet. Her body trapped between us, she scooted down in the bed until her head was on a level with our c.o.c.ks. Then she alternated between Chuck's flaccid d.i.c.k and mine, putting one soft c.o.c.k in her mouth and then the other. "I think I can work these little c.o.c.ks back up to size, don't you think?" she said, shamelessly licking and sucking each of our organs in turn until we were both ready to f.u.c.k her again.

She took Chuck's c.o.c.k into her mouth and gave him a slow sultry, erotic b.l.o.w.j.o.b that surpa.s.sed even the one she had gifted him with before. She looked over at me from time to time as she sucked him, her eyes glittering with pleasure, both because of what she was doing and because she could see how much it excited me. When Chuck had come again, shouting out his ecstasy, Marilyn switched to me and gave me the same treatment. She swallowed everything I had to give her, then kissed Chuck and me, sharing the come in her mouth with each of us in turn.

We each f.u.c.ked her twice more before that night was over. Now Chuck visits at least once a week, and occasionally, when I'm off at work, I call him to keep her company until I get home. We all love this, me perhaps most of all. Watching my buddy's d.i.c.k disappear into my wife's p.u.s.s.y is more stimulating than any f.u.c.k film I've ever seen, and to see the love of my life with my best friend's d.i.c.k in her throat is to know the depths of friendship and the boundaries of true love.-L.K., Miami, Florida

Stepping Out.

A CASUAL JOKE LEADS TO A LESS-THAN-CASUAL AFFAIR.

This story isn't about some gorgeous, big-t.i.tted blonde and a guy with a ten-inch d.i.c.k. I'm a man in my early sixties and my friend Judy is in her late fifties. My wife has a problem: s.e.x is painful for her, so the most I get out of her is an occasional b.l.o.w.j.o.b. Judy's husband had a stroke six years ago and can't perform s.e.xually at all.

On New Year's Eve my wife and I went to a neighborhood party. After a few drinks she started feeling sorry for Judy and told me to dance with her. Judy and I danced very close. As we danced we began discussing our different s.e.xual situations. I asked Judy half-kiddingly, "Would you like to go to a motel with me?"

She smiled and said, "I think we could work that out ..."