It's An Open House Part 3

At first I thought she was just pulling my leg, but after a couple more drinks we made a date for the following Monday, which was her day off from work. She was going to call me and ask me to come to her place to help her put some boxes of Christmas decorations in the attic, which was going to be a signal allowing us to talk and work out all the details of our upcoming tryst. When I didn't hear from her, I called and she said she'd changed her mind, explaining to me that in thirty-two years of marriage to her husband Ray she'd never cheated on him and didn't intend to start then. In fact, she told me, Ray was the only man she'd ever had s.e.x with.

Later that day I drove by her house and noticed that she was at home and that Ray's car wasn't in the driveway. I thought that might just be a sign that something could happen between us, so I parked around the corner, walked back to her house and rang the doorbell. When Judy answered the door she gave me a look that said, "Oh my G.o.d, now what?"

Without another word she pulled me inside and quickly closed the door behind me. She was absolutely beside herself with anger and asked what I thought I was doing by stopping by her house unannounced. I shrugged my shoulders and told her that I just had to see her, and I asked if there was any way that we could get together. Then it happened: When I reached out to touch her she jumped in my arms and we started French-kissing and were soon undressing each other by the front door. In a few minutes we were in her bed and all I could think of was tasting her p.u.s.s.y.

I figured that we wouldn't have too much time to be with each other, and I knew I had to work fast. She had been wearing a pair of loose sweatpants, which I took off her quickly, before either of us could say a word. She removed her shirt herself and threw her arms back over her head and waited for me to make my move. I knew what I wanted and set out to get it.

I don't often get to give a woman head. My wife doesn't like it and only indulges me after she's taken a shower and is too clean down there. I spread Judy's legs apart, kissed her c.u.n.t and took a deep breath, taking in the smell of a p.u.s.s.y that had not been in the shower for several hours. I love that smell and don't get to experience it nearly as much as I'd like to. I kissed her p.u.s.s.y and started to lick her c.l.i.t, probing her with tongue and finger. Judy came faster than I could imagine possible. I got so turned on that I got on top of her and we f.u.c.ked like a couple of h.o.r.n.y college kids on their first date. I couldn't believe it, but Judy came three times in about ten minutes. We actually came together on her third time. That was a first for me.

The following Sunday we met at a motel in a neighboring town and spent two incredible hours together. When she checked into the room she wanted to jump in the shower and wash herself but I convinced her to let me eat her c.u.n.t the way it was. She laid back on the bed and opened herself up to me and my waiting tongue. Suddenly I did something I never thought I would do. Taking in the strong smell from both p.u.s.s.y and a.s.shole, I got so d.a.m.n h.o.r.n.y that I cleaned her bottom with my mouth. I had my tongue all the way up her a.s.shole and she came while I was r.i.m.m.i.n.g her. Judy said she never heard of anyone licking an a.s.shole but admitted it was very good. Since then I've asked her several times to leave her bottom unwashed for me, saying I would clean her body with my tongue. She didn't want to do that at first but after some convincing she agreed. I had meant the p.u.s.s.y only, but she left it all less than clean.

I've asked her to bring herself to me in the future without jumping into a shower and she agreed. I'd never have believed I could possibly enjoy eating an a.s.shole with my tongue. I asked if she'd consider licking my a.s.shole some day, she said she couldn't do that just yet, but that she'd think about doing it in the future. I'll be working on that in the weeks to come, even though it's definitely something a person needs to do willingly.

Unfortunately, Judy is starting to feel guilty about our affair. I've tried to help her get over it, but she says she'll be able to work it out on her own. I hope so. I would hate to have to give her up, because I think I've fallen in love with her. The s.e.x we share is so wonderful and she's become a great friend to me. I hate to hurt my wife but I have to think of myself sometimes.-F.B., Alamogorda, New Mexico TURNABOUT IS FAIR PLAY FOR A MAN WHOSE WIFE STEPPED OUT ON HIM.

My wife and I have been subscribers to Penthouse Letters for several years. She recently received a large envelope from your magazine, which I opened thinking it was our latest issue in a new kind of envelope. I'd thought for a while that she was cheating on me, and that issue's story about the nympho nurse confirmed my suspicions. When I confronted her about it she admitted to everything. It was quite a story, and for the first time I had all the details. We've been separated for several months as a result. Since we've split up, she's moved in with her friend Sharon.

I know this will sound unusual, but I became suspicious because our s.e.x became more erotic after she had started her nursing job. She began to let me do things I was never allowed to do with her before. Ever since the first night she went out on the town without me, she let me b.u.t.t-f.u.c.k her, and that was always taboo. I wasn't allowed anywhere near her a.s.shole. But all of a sudden, she loved it. When she blew me, she let me come in her mouth, which I hadn't been able to do before.

I'm a bartender, and I work until one o'clock in the morning every day. When work is over I usually go out to other bars to unwind. About two months before Sharon and I separated, a guy named Bobby was becoming a regular at my bar, and we grew to be good friends. One night as he was hanging out in my bar and I was getting ready to leave, we decided to go to my unwinding sessions together. As we were talking he told me that before he left Europe he had married a Belgian girl named Sofia. She was coming to the United States soon, and he was looking for an apartment for them that would be in a good location and, most importantly, would have good security, because his wife would be alone for up to eighty hours a week while he was on duty at the fire station.

A couple of days after our conversation, I ran into the rental manager at my apartment complex. I asked her about the apartment next to mine, which I'd heard would be empty at the end of the month. She said it hadn't been rented yet, so I asked her to sit on it for a couple of days until I could tell Bobby about it. My building has very good front-door security and was in a good neighborhood, plus the apartment was right next door to mine. He made an appointment to see the apartment and wound up taking it. He said it was perfect, and since I would be living next door, his mind would be at ease about Sofia.

Bobby went to New York to meet Sofia and the two of them were all ready to move in when they returned. Bobby asked me if I wouldn't mind helping the two of them get their stuff into the apartment. I'd never seen Sofia, but after I heard how Bobby described her, I couldn't wait. When the day came, he pulled up in a rental van and out stepped an absolutely fantastic-looking girl with long blonde hair, a face of an angel and a beautiful figure. I thought my wife was a standout, but this girl had it all over her. She was wearing a cut-up T-shirt that just barely covered her t.i.ts (even though she was wearing a bra) but showed off most of her stomach. She also wore a tight pair of short shorts that started well below her belly b.u.t.ton and showed off most of her a.s.s cheeks. All I could do was gasp.

When I was carrying one of the boxes up to their apartment I made sure to follow her so I could check out her gorgeous a.s.s when she put her box down on the floor. I just couldn't keep my eyes off her t.i.ts, which were standing at attention at all times and fighting to get out of her T-shirt. I could tell she knew that I was watching her, because when she looked my way, she'd smile and give me a long s.e.xy look.

When they were all moved in, Bobby said that he and Sofia wanted to take me to dinner for helping them out. We went to a restaurant that had good food and a four-piece jazz band. The booths were set up in a horseshoe shape, so everyone could face the stage, and there was a dimly lit dance floor off to the side of the room. We had a great meal and quite a few drinks. Bobby and Sofia danced a few times. Bobby came back after one song and told me that Sofia wanted to dance with me, because she felt that they were neglecting me. I was afraid of what I would do if I got my arms around Sofia, so I declined, but Bobby insisted. We got up and (just my luck) the group played a slow song. We danced close, and she put her head on my shoulder. My G.o.d, she smelled fantastic. I couldn't believe how soft her skin felt as I rested my hand on her bare back. My c.o.c.k got hard almost immediately.

Sofia lifted her head up and looked at me, saying, "What's that I feel?" She took her hand from my back and rubbed it slowly across my c.o.c.k. She nuzzled her head back into my neck, pulled her hand away and pressed her mound against my erection. I had to follow her closely back to the table, because I didn't want Bobby to notice the bulge in my pants. When we sat down, she immediately put her hand on my thigh and rubbed my crotch. When Bobby excused himself to go to the rest room, Sofia's hand went straight for my c.o.c.k. She unzipped my fly, stuck her hand in my shorts, squeezed and said, "I've got to see that tool one of these days."

"Anytime!" I said.

When she saw Bobby coming back from the bathroom, she released her grip on my c.o.c.k. He said they had to leave, because he had to be at the firehouse at eight o'clock. I told him I was going to stay and finish my drink. I had a few more and I got bombed fantasizing about Sofia. I woke up the next day around noon, really hungover. I went directly to the refrigerator to find something cold to drink, but all I had was beer. I sat on the couch with just my shorts on, took a sip and put the cold can against my forehead.

There was a knock on the door, and before I could move, Sofia appeared (I must have forgot to lock it) carrying a plastic pitcher of lemonade she had made for me. All she was wearing was one of Bobby's long tank tops, which was so low-cut it barely hid her nipples but was long enough to just cover her a.s.s. She told me to stay on the couch and she would get some gla.s.ses.

She sat very close next to me. Her bare leg touched mine and sent tingles in me. When she sat down, the shirt rode up above her crotch and I could see that she was a natural blonde. I got an instant hard-on. She looked and said, "What's that I see bulging up from your underwear?" I told her to take a look so she got up, took off her tank top, kneeled between my legs and pulled off my shorts, looked down at my c.o.c.k and said, "I knew your p.r.i.c.k would be a thing of beauty!"

She grabbed my rod and slowly started jerking me off, looking me straight in the eye. Then she kissed it, licked it down the shaft, sucked on my b.a.l.l.s and went up the shaft again, tonguing the head of my c.o.c.k. I was dying for her to put it in her mouth. Soon she started sucking my d.i.c.k like a hungry animal. She sucked real deep, taking everything I had into her mouth. I got close to coming, so I pulled her head away and told her I wanted to f.u.c.k her beautiful body before I came in her mouth. She got up, bent over the arm of the sofa and stuck her a.s.s in my face so I could f.u.c.k her doggie-style.

I kissed her b.u.t.t and ran my tongue between her cheeks, circling her a.s.shole with my tongue to get it real wet. I mounted her slowly, so I could enjoy feeling my thick c.o.c.k pushing into her beautiful c.u.n.t. It didn't take me long to come but I enjoyed every second that I f.u.c.ked her, because with each stroke I tried to go as deep inside her as I could. By the time I e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed, we were both covered in sweat. My o.r.g.a.s.m felt like it would go on forever. Finally Sofia got up, put on her tank top, and told me to rest so I could be in her apartment by six o'clock. She was going to cook dinner for us. I was so worn out I fell asleep on the couch.

I woke up around five o'clock, took a hot shower and called to ask Sofia to leave her door unlocked, because I'd only be wearing shorts and didn't want anyone to see me in the hallway. When I went in to her apartment, she greeted me wearing thong panties and a see-through blouse with thin straps that just covered her t.i.ts. After dinner, we relaxed in the living room and started to kiss. Soon I started to lick her from her lips to her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. I licked, sucked and squeezed her beautiful t.i.ts and didn't want to stop, but I went down her stomach until I reached her thighs. I licked both sides and then started to kiss and lick her c.u.n.t. She smelled so good, I lost control and started sucking on her c.l.i.t and poking my finger into her a.s.shole. She started moaning and bucking back against me. I increased the speed I was finger-f.u.c.king her a.s.s, and I kept on sucking her c.l.i.t deeply. When she came, I could feel her e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.e spurt into my mouth like a faucet had opened. She tasted delicious.

Sofia got up and led me to the bedroom. I mounted her missionary style, pressing my body against hers, f.u.c.king her slow and deep. In no time at all we both were ready to explode. She came first, making a sound that got me so excited I couldn't help spewing. After we took some time to catch our breath, we laid next to each other, kissing and exploring each other's body with our hands. She phoned her husband to say good night.

After she hung up the phone we went into the bathroom and showered together, with me pressing my c.o.c.k against her a.s.s. We went back to bed, wet. I turned her over and started to lick her a.s.shole again. I drove my tongue in and around it, then I put my c.o.c.k against the brown, puckered entrance. She spread her cheeks apart so I could enter her. I started out gently but with each pump I drove in deeper and deeper. She was gyrating, moving her hips from side to side and moaning with ecstasy whenever I sank it in. I was in heaven, and so was she.

I was having a hard time coming, and Sofia told me to take my c.o.c.k out of her a.s.s so she could suck it. She laid me down and took my c.o.c.k in her mouth and gave me the most fantastic b.l.o.w.j.o.b I ever had. When I finally blew my wad she took every drop in her mouth and swallowed it all down. The contentment on her face was clear. She laid next to me and I started to finger-f.u.c.k her c.u.n.t with my right hand and her a.s.shole with my left hand. She was thrashing around like she was in convulsions, and she exploded all over my fingers. It spurted out of her c.u.n.t and I quickly sucked off my fingers. Then I went down on her and licked her clean.

She laid her head back on the pillow and asked, "You are staying the night, aren't you?" I told her that nothing on earth could move me off that bed.

The next morning I was awakened by the soft feeling of Sofia leaving a trail of kisses down the back of my neck. She licked all the way to my a.s.s, where she settled inside my b.u.t.tocks and gave my a.s.shole a terrific tongue job. I turned to get in a 69 position and we licked each other's a.s.sholes for a long time. It felt so good, she had me trembling.

We spent the next two nights f.u.c.king, sucking, a.s.s-f.u.c.king, a.s.s-licking-you name it, we did it. We never left the apartment. Now I have three wonderful days a week with Sofia. I never had any trouble getting a girl at the bar, but now I don't even try to pick up women there, which should tell you exactly how satisfying Sofia is. This has been going on for over three months, and things with us are just as good as they were our first time together. The s.e.x we have is absolutely fantastic and we both feel the same way about each other. Separating from my wife was the best thing that ever happened to me.-G.A., Staten Island, New York SOMETIMES OUR GREATEST PLEASURES ARE THE MOST UNEXPECTED.

I'm a happily married man and have never thought of cheating on my wife, until a few months ago.

I was in New Orleans for a three-day conference. I arrived a night early so I could get the registration out of the way and attend an orientation. I decided to go out on my own for dinner and went to a very popular, informal but crowded restaurant. I was waiting for my meal and watching all the customers when a very attractive woman asked to share my table. We spent the meal talking about our lives, the city and what brought us to town. It turned out that Josephine was attending the same conference, she was single and she was from out of town, too.

As we were finishing up with dinner and getting ready to leave, she asked me if I'd mind walking her back to her hotel. It was a few blocks away and she didn't feel comfortable walking back alone at night in this strange city. Having a small sense of chivalry, I agreed.

Up to that point, there had been no thoughts in my mind about anything developing between us. As we were walking back to her hotel, we came upon a doorway that opened into one of those beautiful old New Orleans courtyards. We stopped and peeked in and were caught off-guard by the sight of a young couple in the shadows making pa.s.sionate love. They were fully clothed, but her dress was up over her hips and he was giving it to her doggie-style, and he was f.u.c.king her hard. They were so deeply into what they were doing, they didn't notice that we had been watching them. Josephine and I just stood there and watched in silence. I jumped slightly when I felt her hand softly entwine with mine. It seemed so natural that I just grasped hers back in response. She turned around, looked me in the eye and said, "We'd better go."

When we got to her hotel, she invited me in for a drink. There was a bar on her floor around the corner from her room. I felt a bit uncomfortable walking through a hotel with this pretty woman, but there was some kind of attraction between us that I couldn't deny. As we were making our way towards the bar, we pa.s.sed a room and heard moaning and groaning. She stopped me and laughed, "Twice in one night? This must be a sign!" before showing me into her room just down the hall. I hesitated for a second when we reached the door, but she ma.s.saged my crotch and pulled me in. No matter how much I kept thinking about my wife, I couldn't resist.

My brain went completely blank when she fell to her knees, opened my fly and pulled out my c.o.c.k. As I looked down, I was treated to the view of my c.o.c.k completely disappearing and reappearing as Josephine deep-throated me. The events leading up to that moment as well as the thrill of the forbidden had me shooting into her mouth in no time. She moaned with pleasure as she swallowed my come. My wife rarely lets me come in her mouth, much less swallows it.

"Let me return the favor," I said as I pulled off her skirt and panties and laid her down on the bed. As I bent to eat her, it suddenly dawned on me that she was the first woman other than my wife that I would taste. Her scent and flavor were decidedly different from my wife's, and her aroma had me swooning. I was able to make her come much more quickly than I expected, and I had to hold on for dear life as she screamed her way through it.

After she calmed down, we decided to order some room service. I shared my fantasy of watching a couple make it, and I could tell she was intrigued by the idea of possibly s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g another complete stranger while I watched. When the delivery person showed up, it was a woman. Josephine cast her eyes down to the floor, blushing a bit, and said, "Sorry, I'm not ready for that." The delivery woman looked at us strangely and left. Josephine suggested we take a shower together. I ended up f.u.c.king her standing up under the pulsing stream of water, another first for me.

After cleaning up and drying off, I was overcome with an enormous feeling of guilt, so I dressed and left, apologizing to Josephine. She said she understood and gave me her business card, telling me to call her if I ever got the urge again.

When I got home, I tried my best to put this incident behind me so I could get on with my life. My wife seemed to notice that my lovemaking was a little more energetic, but she never said anything about it. A week later, I went into work and my boss introduced me to my new a.s.sociate: a beautiful woman named Josephine!-C.M., Chicago, Illinois A h.o.r.n.y WIFE USES THEIR COUNTRY GETAWAY TO GET SOME ON THE SIDE.

My thirty-eight-year-old wife Diane works as an auditor for an accounting firm and I have my own business consulting firm. We're both fairly well-off, so last year we bought a small country place about two hours from our home in the city. It's the very last house on a small road located by an old creek, without many other residences in sight (there's an undeveloped hillside above our property). Because of the way it's situated, we have roman shades on the windows but usually leave them fully open since no neighbors can directly see in and people rarely walk by. I often have to work on Sat.u.r.day so Diane goes up almost every Friday for the weekend. I join her there on most Sat.u.r.day nights, and our teenage children usually stay with relatives.

About five years ago, Diane started to exercise regularly, rising fairly early in the morning to work out at a local fitness center. As a result, she has toned her body into a very shapely 37-24-36 figure. She's five foot four and usually keeps her weight around one-hundred eighteen pounds. She's a natural auburn redhead with wide green eyes, a cla.s.sic nose and a broad mouth with sensuous lips. She inevitably attracts attention when she walks into a room, but she has such grace that it's usually striking but not overly s.e.xual.

Her audit a.s.signments usually result in her traveling overnight at least once a month for a few days. While we've had a full, active s.e.x life throughout our sixteen years of marriage. I've thought that she's probably had some affairs. When she drinks alcohol, she gets kind of flirtatious. At business parties, she always watches carefully not to drink too much, but on vacations, I've seen her get fairly friendly with some of the men whom we've met. To my knowledge nothing ever happened, but I could see the reaction she was getting.

Diane also cares about clothes and prefers outfits that are stylish and expensive. About six months ago, I noticed some changes in the way she was dressing. She always had some sensual lingerie, but now that seemed to be all she would put on. She was wearing low-cut bras and string bikinis or thong underwear. She stopped wearing pantyhose and started wearing garterbelts and stockings or just stand-up stockings. Her skirts and dresses were almost all above her knees or with fairly high slits. She was wearing tank tops and left her blouses open to show off her b.r.e.a.s.t.s more than before. At our place in the country, she would usually wear short shorts or tight jeans with halter tops in warm weather. She seemed to be going braless a good deal of the time, too. A few times when we were out in the country on a warm Sunday, I noticed that she would be wearing a skimpy sun dress and nothing else. Her nipples frequently got stiff from brushing up against the dress's material. When we were in a local restaurant for lunch on one of those Sundays, I noticed several guys at a table near us looking our way. Diane smiled back. It even seemed at one point that she had crossed and uncrossed her legs so that they could see that she wasn't wearing undies. Diane didn't say anything about them.

A month ago, the kids and I were at our city home for the weekend. Diane had gone up to the country place on Friday morning. Diane said that she had to meet with a client whose office was in a town on the way to our country home. I planned to go up on Sat.u.r.day afternoon. The kids had stuff to do in the city, and Diane's parents, who live down the street from us, were going to look after them. But on Friday afternoon, the appointment I had for that Sat.u.r.day canceled out. I arranged with my parents to keep track of the kids on Friday night and decided I'd leave after rush hour and surprise Diane.

I approached our country home at about nine o'clock that night. To my surprise, I saw a number of other cars parked out in front. Instead of going up the driveway, I left my car about a hundred yards down the road. I had some binoculars in the trunk and went to the hillside overlooking our home. I got a clear view of the living-room window, a bedroom window and our hot tub.

When I looked through my binoculars, I saw Diane and the three guys whom I had noticed at the restaurant a few months before. Diane was dressed more provocatively than I'd ever seen. She had on a very short, tight black skirt that barely covered her a.s.s, a pair of fishnet stockings, high-heel sandals and a sheer black blouse covering up a lacy black bra. The guys were wearing jeans and T-shirts and looked quite well-built. It seemed as if there might be music playing because Diane was swaying back and forth as she served hors d'oeuvres and drinks.

One of the guys got up and put his arms around her, grabbing her a.s.s as they began to dance. He pressed tightly up against her as she gave him a deep kiss. I was shocked. I watched as Diane proceeded to dance with each of the guys. They didn't hesitate to squeeze her a.s.s or touch her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. The dancing stopped for a moment until Diane started to strip for the guys. She undressed for them slowly, and she went up to each one to let him feel her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and rub her c.u.n.t. I noticed that she had trimmed her bush to a small, neat triangle. She then encouraged them to undress. They all had huge erections. She bent down and licked each p.r.i.c.k but did nothing more. Instead, she led them to our hot tub. Once they were outside I could hear them as well as see them.

One guy was mentioning how much they missed Diane during the week. She said, "I don't think your wives feel the same way."

Another said, "But they don't know."

Diane looked over and said, "I'm not so sure about that ..."

There was a lot of groping going on in that hot tub. Diane has sensitive b.r.e.a.s.t.s and really gets off when they are rubbed just the right way, and it looked to me as if that's what happened. They were in the tub for about fifteen minutes. After they toweled off, they wasted no time in moving to the bedroom.

From my perch I could see everything they were doing. I noticed that one of the guys had a video-camera. Diane started out giving one guy a b.l.o.w.j.o.b while another guy ate her out. The third guy started filming them. They soon switched and let the video guy get a b.l.o.w.j.o.b while the first guy started giving Diane head and the third guy took over handling the video. No one seemed to have gotten off yet.

Diane then motioned that she was ready to get f.u.c.ked. The guy who was getting the b.l.o.w.j.o.b got on top and began to move his p.r.i.c.k slowly in and out of her. The guy with the video-camera kept filming, while the other guys sat off to the side watching with huge erections. After the first guy came, the one not filming immediately took his place. Diane seemed to be continually twitching and having o.r.g.a.s.ms. After about five minutes, he was replaced by the guy who had been working the video-camera. He lasted about ten minutes while the one not f.u.c.king her and not videotaping managed to get in the action with her licking his p.r.i.c.k while he used his hand to increase her pleasure. It all ended with Diane apparently having a huge o.r.g.a.s.m. The guys left at about eleven o'clock. I had been watching for nearly an hour and a half. I didn't know what to do or say.

After they were gone, Diane took a shower. She also changed the linens on the bed and put them in the washing machine. I then noticed that she turned on the television and inserted a videotape. It was the one they had just made. As she watched, she got out a huge black d.i.l.d.o and began to play with herself. When she was good and wet, she inserted the d.i.l.d.o and had another o.r.g.a.s.m. She then stopped the video and turned off the lights.

I decided that I should stay somewhere else that night and found myself a motel room on the other side of town. When I returned in the morning, Diane expressed surprise at me getting there so early, but she also seemed delighted to see me. I said that I just missed her too much and cancelled my Sat.u.r.day meeting. I then took her in my arms and started to kiss her and feel her up, rubbing my hands where the hands of other men had been the night before.

Diane said, "My, you are h.o.r.n.y, aren't you? But then, so am I." We proceeded to have one of the best f.u.c.k sessions ever. Diane was unbelievable. She did things to me with her mouth that I just couldn't believe. She used her c.u.n.t muscles to give me pleasure like she had never done before. I asked her to tell me a dirty story, and she started to tell me about what she did with the three men the night before, but as a story she was making up, not as something that really happened. I asked her if that was what she wanted. She looked up and said, "Maybe. If you wouldn't be jealous. Because no matter what my s.e.xual fantasies are, you're the only man that I love."-D.R., Boston, Ma.s.sachusetts SHE a.s.sUMES THE RIGHT TO f.u.c.k OTHER MEN, AND HE SECRETLY APPROVES.

When my wife Mandy turned forty, she announced that she intended to date and party with other men. Although I'm a sweet guy, a good father and generally supportive of what she does and wants to do, it turned out that I was deficient in one area. I wasn't satisfying her s.e.xually. Before she got too old, she said, she wanted to see what it would be like to start f.u.c.king other men. Our daughter was off at college so she had much more free time than before. She didn't want to cheat behind my back and hoped that I would understand and stay with her.

Mandy is still a very striking woman. She is five-foot-eight-inches tall and weighs one hundred twenty pounds. She dyes her shoulder-length hair blonde. Recently she had plastic surgery to tighten her b.r.e.a.s.t.s-her measurements are now 36C-28-35.

The reality of the situation is that I've always fantasized about her sleeping around. In fact, I'm fairly certain that she had had some affairs before. Her libido has always been very strong. While we would f.u.c.k several times a week, Mandy would usually come every night, either by masturbating or by me fingering her or going down on her. But now it seemed like she was going to be more blatant than before.

I was correct. She began wearing s.e.xually provocative clothes most of the time since she likes showing off her figure. She also began to attend s.e.x clubs and often would stay the night. When she came home early in the morning, she smelled of s.e.x and seemed sticky. All she would say was, "I made it with a bunch of guys again." Not infrequently, when I would call home during the day, she would say that she was busy, and I would hear male voices in the background. One time when she was out partying, I found a videotape in the VCR. When I played it, I saw that it was an amateur p.o.r.n film that she had made. She was with two other women and six guys. They f.u.c.ked and sucked in various positions for about an hour. I got so h.o.r.n.y I m.a.s.t.u.r.b.a.t.ed.

The other weekend I went to a dance club with her. She was wearing a very short skirt and a low-cut blouse-and of course she didn't bother wearing underwear. While we were dancing, a tall black guy cut in on me. Before I knew it, they were dancing closely and he had his hands on her a.s.s. After the dance, she left with him. I followed them to his car in the parking lot. Mandy looked around and didn't see me watching. She took off her clothes and jumped in the back seat with her new date. The car began to rock back and forth for about ten minutes. I went back into the dance hall. Mandy came in a few minutes later smiling and licking her lips. She told me she had made a new friend and was going to meet some friends of his and asked if I wouldn't mind going home alone. She came back home the next morning. All she would say is that she had the f.u.c.k of a lifetime.

It's been one year now. Mandy still can't seem to get enough s.e.x. She's started doing it in public at s.e.x parties, or at least that's what she tells me. Any man is fair game for her. She's even started to do some of our daughter's friends, almost always more than one at a time. Whenever I ask when will her affairs end, she says, "One day, honey, but not soon."-L.H., Hartsville, South Carolina SOME INNOCENT KISSES LEAD TO A NOT-SO-INNOCENT NIGHT OF Pa.s.sION.

My name is Paula. My husband Wayne and I are avid bowlers. We are on a five-man team. Jimmy, Donna and Gene are the other three. Gene is the only one who is single. He's fifty-seven years old and weighs one-hundred forty pounds. He only stands about five foot three, but is one h.e.l.luva good bowler.

Last season right after Christmas, Wayne got pulled off day work and put on the night shift. We had to hunt for a fifth man and found one. Our team has a special arrangement: If you get three strikes in a row you get a kiss. Naturally I mean that the guys kiss the girls and the girls kiss the guys.

One night Gene was bowling real well and getting his kisses. A few times he gave me some tongue. It took me by surprise, but it felt real good. It had been a long time since I had gotten a kiss like that.

After bowling, Gene and I went into the bowling alley bar and had a drink. Gene lifted his gla.s.s in greeting and said, "I hope I didn't shake you up kissing you like that before."

I a.s.sured him that it didn't bother me, and that in fact it felt good. Things went along about the same the rest of the month. Gene and I would have our after-game drink then I'd go home and play with myself. I wasn't getting much loving from my husband at that point. His only day off was Sunday and he was usually too tired to f.u.c.k.

As I was getting dressed, I realized it had been about three weeks since I'd had any c.o.c.k. I thought to myself that if Gene gives me a tongue kiss that night I'd give him one in return.

When I got ready to go to the alley, my car wouldn't start. I called Donna but she and Jimmy had left already. I called Gene and he stopped by and drove me to the bowling alley.

It turned out to be a great night. I sucked on Gene's tongue more than once, as he did mine.

When Gene dropped me off at home I asked if he wanted to come up for a nightcap, and he accepted. I gave him a beer and made myself a nice strong c.o.c.ktail. I told him to relax for a little while because I was going to take a quick shower.

I put on a silk robe and told myself, "Tonight, I'm going to get f.u.c.ked."

When Gene saw me he said, "G.o.d, Paula, you look good enough to eat."

I laughed and asked, "Where do you want to start?" as I sat down next to him on the couch.

Gene said, "How about I start right here?" and put his hand on my t.i.t.

Before I could say anything his lips were on mine and he started tongue-f.u.c.king my mouth. He pulled the sash from around my robe and moved his hand from my t.i.t to my p.u.s.s.y. Gene sure knew how to use his fingers and soon he had my p.u.s.s.y wet.

I put my hand on his p.r.i.c.k and felt it get stiff. I said, "Let's go into the bedroom so we can get more comfortable." I took off my robe and lay across the bed. Gene took off his boxer shorts and I got a good look at his c.o.c.k. For a short guy, he was pretty well-hung. He was only semi-hard and his p.r.i.c.k was three inches longer than Wayne's gets when he's completely erect.

I said to him, "Gene, you're really big. I don't know if I'll be able to take all that."

He said, "Paula, honey, by the time I get done, you'll be able to take it all." He told me to lay down on the bed with my a.s.s hanging over the edge and my feet planted flat on the floor. He laid on top of me and we started kissing. His c.o.c.k was resting right on the crack of my p.u.s.s.y. After kissing for some time he started sucking on my nipples. My juices were flowing. I knew he could feel the wetness on his c.o.c.k and b.a.l.l.s. I moaned for Gene to take me.

He licked down my belly. He knelt on the floor and spread my legs wide open. I felt his hot breath on my c.u.n.t before I felt his tongue. He licked up and down my crack, sucking on my c.l.i.t when he found it. I moaned, "Don't stop, make me come."

He said, "You've got a beautiful c.l.i.t. It's nice and big." He started sucking on it in hard, short bursts, stopping only to swirl his tongue over it. As I started coming he put a finger in my hole and f.u.c.ked me quickly. He never stopped sucking on my c.l.i.t and I could feel my juices running down my a.s.s crack.

After he sucked me to a third o.r.g.a.s.m, I said, "Jesus Christ, Gene f.u.c.k me. I have to feel that big c.o.c.k inside me."

Gene knelt down between my legs. He scooped some of my juices in his hand and coated his c.o.c.k with them. He put the head of his big p.r.i.c.k at my hole and said, "Relax, Paula. Don't tighten up or I won't be able to f.u.c.k you." He put his hand around his c.o.c.k and started easing it in my hole.

I could feel my c.u.n.t stretching to accommodate his fat c.o.c.k-head. I moaned a few times before I felt my c.u.n.t muscles relax. Half of his c.o.c.k slid in me with one strong push. I wailed, "Oh my G.o.d, I can feel every inch of your c.o.c.k in me."

He said, "Get ready, because there's still more to go." He started f.u.c.king me and after a minute or so I could feel his b.a.l.l.s smacking against my a.s.s.

I said, "Gene, your c.o.c.k is. .h.i.tting spots no one's ever touched before!"

He told me, "Paula, you've got one tight p.u.s.s.y." In less than a minute I was coming again. G.o.d, I'd never been f.u.c.ked like that before in my life. I was having one o.r.g.a.s.m after another. It had to be about ten minutes before Gene told me he was getting ready to come. I could feel his c.o.c.k swell up and felt the sperm spurting out of his p.i.s.s hole. He kept f.u.c.king me hard. When I looked down at the base of his c.o.c.k, I could see white frothy fluids collecting on it.

He finally stopped f.u.c.king me and pulled out, gasping, "Jesus, that was great!" My legs were still spread open. He put his finger in my c.u.n.t and I could feel our hot juices running between my lips and down my b.u.t.t. I didn't want Gene to leave but I knew that Wayne would be home soon and I needed some time to get things cleaned up. Gene said, "Anytime you need some loving, I'm here."

I took his hand and said, "I'm sure I'll be seeing that big c.o.c.k again."-P.R., Akron, Ohio WHERE AN UNHAPPY MARRIAGE FAILS, A CLANDESTINE TRYST SUCCEEDS.

You tap softly on my motel room door as I finish drying myself from my shower. I hasten to let you in and our third rendezvous begins. Your light business suit and briefcase identify you as a lady of the world, a businesswoman, pet.i.te and slender with a 34-21-33 figure that won't quit teasing me, although you never tease on purpose. Your body simply does it for you without fanfare or design! You completely look the part of what you are: a beautiful lady.

You stare at the tent forming in the towel wrapped around my waist then look up at my face. I give you a knowing smile and help you out of your suit as you reach to undress me. You leave your bra and panties on for me to remove. I unhook your bra, letting your b.r.e.a.s.t.s fall free. Then as I bend down to help you out of your suit pants, I remove your panties with my teeth. I start in the middle of your crotch and pull down each side of your hips. I nuzzle your crotch several times to reacquaint myself with your scent.

Soon your gorgeous, shaved c.u.n.t is exposed to me like an open rose. You bend down to my crotch and French-kiss my hard member. Then you take a step backwards, falling back onto the bed and I follow, pressing my lips lovingly to your tempting, beautiful v.a.g.i.n.a as I prepare myself for what's to come.

In a few moments you are very wet and moaning softly as I arouse you with my tongue and lips. I stay at my post for five minutes or so, then insert a vibrator in your c.u.n.t to ma.s.sage your G-spot and grace you with an o.r.g.a.s.m.

You writhe on the bed and I get caught up in your excitement. You reach for me and I move up your body to a more comfortable position, where I can kiss you on the lips and feel my hard shaft press against the entrance to your love cove. I kiss my way down from your forehead to your earlobes, your eyes, nose and mouth. Yes! I spend a great deal of time on your lips and mouth and then your neck, throat and onto your gorgeous b.r.e.a.s.t.s. I lick, nibble and suck them for several minutes, making the flesh hard and drawing it lovingly into my mouth.

It is almost time. I put a hand between your legs and pull out the vibrator. I relish the way you squirm against my fingers. You are almost ready. My kissing starts again at your beautiful cleavage and I keep going south, sucking your belly-b.u.t.ton and then your swollen, distended c.l.i.toris until it wants to jump out of its sheath! I go back up to caress your lips with my mouth, and once again my soldier stands at attention at the opening of your c.u.n.t. The head doesn't want to go in so you help him with your hand. Finally squeezed past the entrance, it is engulfed in your lubrication and slips easily into your wonderful opening.

I glance at my watch and see that we have spent nearly one full hour getting to this point. You moan and give this marine his marching orders. "Darling," you say, "stick yourself inside me and then come! f.u.c.k me hard! Please! Make me come!"

My c.o.c.k moves easily with you, and I settle into a steady motion, nearly withdrawing after each stroke only to plunge into you completely in the next second. I can feel the pressure growing in my t.e.s.t.i.c.l.es and know I will come soon. Your excitement intensifies and I know you desperately want to climax. You're thirty-two years old and have only been able to come with me!

I stroke faster and as deep as I can, my girth stretching your c.u.n.t walls more than anyone has ever done. Every muscle in your body seems to tense as you back against each of my thrusts, arching your back in harmony with my strokes. My foreskin slides in and out of your nether folds. I feel my k.n.o.b slip past its edge and rub its sensitive head on your steamy c.u.n.t walls. It begins slowly and with each gasp for breath you fear you'll lose control, but my stroke is in perfect rhythm with your body. Finally you peak, your o.r.g.a.s.m cresting until it crashes, subsides and you regain control.

We roll over together. Your climax is history, but you will never forget it as you tremble in my arms and tell me you want to lie there with me forever. We lie still and fall asleep for about a half hour, then awaken to prepare for the afterplay that might just turn out to be foreplay for the next round!

Whichever happens, we will take it in stride and ride the wind as though on horseback. You kneel astride me and feel my heat rise, engorging my c.o.c.k with blood, making it hard almost instantly. You suddenly stare at me wide-eyed. "You haven't come yet! We have to make sure you have pleasure, also. Now you know how intense my climax was! Lover, I am so sorry!"