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  After a moment she leaned back again, leaving Ritchie awkwardly leaning over them. Pushing his shoulders, she nudged him lower. Ritchie kissed down her stomach. When he reached her mound he tentatively kissed around there as well. She moaned softly, and Ritchie paused to watch Howard’s cock slide inside her. Emilia fingered her clit and arched her hips toward Ritchie.

  He knew what she wanted and he obeyed. He pressed his lips to her clit, trying to suck it into his mouth. She thrust down on Howard’s cock, holding still while she was serviced.

  Ritchie tongued her clit and soon she began grinding harder on Howard’s cock. Ritchie pressed his tongue against her clit as she began bouncing up and down. Then, arching her hips too high, Howard’s cock slipped out. All three suddenly stopped. Ritchie moved back, looking at Howard’s penis, then at Emilia. She smiled, her eyes meeting his. “Put it inside me,” she said seductively.

  Ritchie stared at Howard’s cock, hard and glistening with Emilia’s juices. Then in what felt more like reflex than decision, he grasped the shaft. He was appalled by its size. It felt so large in his hand compared to his own. Suddenly and without thinking he stroked his fist up and down its length. Three times his hand slid up the slick penis and down again, squeezing tightly. Then, as if coming out of his trance, he looked up. Emilia and Howard watched him intently. Ritchie flushed and looked down again, then quickly pushed Howard’s dick inside Emilia.

  Howard pushed deep inside her and Ritchie returned to Emilia’s clit as Howard began thrusting into her. Ritchie tongued her pussy even as Howard’s cock brushed his chin. Emilia’s moans turned to shrieks, and she held Ritchie’s head as she began to quiver. Howard pumped her and Ritchie lapped feverishly at her pussy, both men intent on making her come. “Oh fuck!” she cried again and again as her orgasm washed over her.

  When her climax finally ebbed Ritchie moved back and watched as Howard continued pounding into her. When Howard began thrusting more furiously, Emilia realized he was about to come. Then Ritchie heard her whisper, “Wait, not yet.” Ritchie looked up as Howard slowed his pace once more to prolong both their pleasure. She leaned forward and pushed Ritchie back so he was sitting up on the couch again. Then she moved off Howard and over to Ritchie, straddling him. She kissed him, grinding on his stiff cock through his trousers.

  She kissed and licked his neck, sending chills down his spine, then moved to his ear, kissing him softly as she unfastened his pants. She found his dick and she gripped it tightly. Ritchie sat motionless. Whispering, she asked, “Did you like that, baby? Did you like seeing me do that for you?”

  “Yes,” Ritchie whispered softly, anxious to please her as she had pleased him.

  She bit his ear playfully and said, “And you liked touching Howard’s dick, didn’t you?” Ritchie’s eyes opened wide but he didn’t respond. He couldn’t. Emilia smiled to herself, feeling his body tense beneath her, his cock twitch in her hand. “I want you to touch it again,” she said, and after pausing, added, “and I want you to put it in your mouth.”

  Ritchie’s mind reeled and his heart began beating wildly. Emilia looked at him, her smile deepening when she saw his reaction. “Come over here, Howard,” she said in an even tone. Howard stood and approached them. Emilia moved over and sat on her knees facing Ritchie.

  Ritchie’s eyes followed her, still betraying his disbelief. Howard stood before him now. He moved closer, straddling Howard’s legs as Emilia had done earlier. “Look at it,” Emilia cooed.

  Emilia reached up and grasped the base of Howard’s dick, pulling it toward Ritchie’s face. Howard leaned forward and braced himself for what was happening, resting his arms against the wall behind the couch. Emilia tightened her grip, causing the head to swell. Ritchie studied it, the purple head, the long thick shaft. He thought again how large it was, and realized that he had a strange impulse to touch it.

  “Open your mouth,” Emilia said, pushing Howard’s dick closer to Ritchie’s face. The head brushed his lip and a shiver shot through him. He knew then that he’d do what she wanted and, even more, that he wanted to do it.

  Emilia pressed the head to his lips and Ritchie opened his mouth, accepting it. He swirled his tongue across the tip then opened his mouth wider, allowing the head full entry. As he did he gripped the shaft, his hand next to Emilia’s. Ritchie’s tongue swirled around the head and he marveled at the taste and feel of the young boy’s cock in his mouth.

  He opened wider, taking it in further, and felt the tip brushing against the back of this mouth. He strained to swallow still more but realized he couldn’t. His mouth slid back up its length, sucking the head again, then traveled back down as far as he could manage. Ritchie’s hand slid up and down Howard’s thick shaft, jacking him off slowly into his mouth. At the moment Howard moaned Ritchie realized how forcefully he was sucking him—and how much he liked doing it. He moved his mouth up and down faster on Howard’s cock and sucked him intently, tightening his lips around the flesh of Howard’s cock. He began to feel Howard push deeper into his mouth as he sucked him. Ritchie kept his head still, letting Howard pump his dick back and forth through his lips and fist.

  Ritchie heard Howard groan and squeezed on his prick harder. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Emilia. It was her turn to watch. Howard moaned again and Ritchie looked up at him. Howard’s face contorted and Ritchie realized he was about to come. Ritchie opened his mouth wide and pressed the tip flat against his tongue, jacking him off fiercely into his mouth. “Do it, Howard,” he heard Emilia say.

  Howard groaned loudly and bucked his hips forward and Ritchie felt the warm sperm hit his tongue. He pressed his lips around the head of Howard’s cock and jacked him off feverishly as more come splashed into his mouth. Howard grabbed his dick, his eyes meeting Ritchie’s. Pulling out of Ritchie’s mouth Howard pumped himself through his fist, shooting ejaculate onto Ritchie’s lips and chin. Ritchie held Howard’s gaze and opened his mouth wide as Howard came in wave after wave on his tongue, face and neck.

  Brushing the hair from his eyes Howard pressed his dick to Ritchie’s lips. Ritchie sucked the tip, drawing out the last drops of fluid, savoring the taste. He gave it a final kiss before letting it escape his lips.

  Suddenly Emilia leaned forward and pushed Ritchie back, kissing him passionately. Ritchie’s cock ached. He could feel his orgasm welling inside him. He groaned and returned Emilia’s kiss, probing her mouth with his tongue, sharing Howard’s semen. Then he gasped as something soft covered his dick. The sensation was stunning. His body tensed and he opened his eyes to see Emilia staring back as they kissed. She held his face to hers as his orgasm burst through him, gushing come forth. It cascaded through Ritchie in hot waves. He closed his eyes, immersed in the pleasure of coming into a warm, wet mouth, even if it was Howard’s.

  Only as it began to slow down did he realize how fast his heart beat, how labored his breathing had become. As he finally caught his breath Emilia kissed him gently. Then Ritchie leaned his head back and closed his eyes, weak and numb.

  After a moment Ritchie looked up. He didn’t move as Emilia and Howard dressed. As they prepared to leave, Emilia leaned over Ritchie and smiled. “No inhibitions here,” she whispered, kissing his cheek softly. “See you next week.”

  Ritchie said nothing in reply but watched as they left. He sat alone for some time then finally stood up. He walked into the bathroom attached to his office and, after splashing himself with water and wiping his face, looked in the mirror. He stared at himself closely, studying his eyes. After a long moment he cast a slight smile and shook his head as if in disbelief. Then he walked back into his office, straightened up as best he could, and left.

  It was late when he arrived home, the twilight beginning to fade. The baby-sitter’s car was in the driveway but the house was quiet when he came in. The children were playing in the backyard and he stood watching them through a window. In a moment his wife came up behind him, snaking her arms around his waist.

  Her touch was tender
and warm. It soothed and reassured him. “You’re late,” she said.

  “I’m sorry,” he replied, still watching the children at play. “It took a bit longer than I figured for me to get out of the office.”

  Spinning him around she smiled and said, “It’s okay, I just got home, too.”

  Just then the baby-sitter called from the next room, “I’m going now.”

  “Okay. Thanks again,” Ritchie’s wife called back. Then the baby-sitter peeked around the corner and added, “See you again next Friday then, Emilia?” Emilia’s smile widened as she gazed into Ritchie’s eyes. “Yes, definitely. Next Friday.”

  —R.K., Greenwich, Connecticut

  LIFE ON THE ROAD FINDS A WOMAN BEHIND THE SHEETS AND IN FRONT OF THE CAMERA

  Last month I discovered that my wife of twenty-two years has been living a double life. On the surface, she’s combined a full and active life as mother, wife and career woman, but unbeknownst to me—until now—she’s also had a highly active sex life outside our marriage. This situation came to my attention after I received a videotape that was obviously made with me in mind.

  Stephanie is strikingly good-looking. Even now in her mid-forties, she has a smashing 36C-25-35 figure. She’s five-foot-four and weighs about one hundred-twenty pounds, only a little more than she did when we first met. She has a full mouth, lovely green eyes and her hair, stylishly cut, is a beautiful, natural shade of auburn. She has shapely legs and has never been shy about showing off her body in short, tight revealing clothes that somehow always manage to retain a degree of style and taste. My own opinion, however, is that she constantly gets lots of attention because of her intelligence and bubbly personality, not just her good looks.

  Our sex life together has always been quite active, with Stephanie as likely to institute our sexual adventures as I. That she has a strong libido is nothing new to me. What came as a surprise was that Stephanie’s been continually promiscuous, quite the slut and playgirl, all throughout our marriage. The pretext has been the business trips that she regularly goes on. It was a videotape taken during one of those recent trips that brought everything to my attention.

  The videotape began with two men sitting at a table on a patio talking about a beautiful female food-service sales representative they had just met. Stephanie has been for years the top sales representative for a major food-service supply company. They talked about how she was dressed in a tight black short skirt and business jacket with a red blouse unbuttoned to reveal her cleavage. Then they spoke about how she would move close and touch them when she talked and how she suggested that they all meet after business hours for a few drinks at her hotel bar. The two men agreed that it was clear that she was looking to make more than a sale from them.

  A third guy was apparently taking the video. The video then faded out and faded in again on a bedroom scene, where the two men originally talking were naked on a king-size bed with a woman who was blowing them.

  They were lying on their backs and she was on her knees between them, leaning first one way and then the other. At first I could only see the back of her head and body, but I had no trouble recognizing that it was Stephanie. The camera then moved to show her face licking and sucking their hard cocks. They were both fairly well endowed, but Stephanie had no trouble taking each of them. At several points, she looked up at the camera, smiled and licked her lips. Shortly, one of the guys got up and began to lick Stephanie’s twat. Her auburn bush was, as always, nicely trimmed.

  The camera moved in for a close-up from behind. I could see Stephanie’s juices beginning to gather between her lips. After about five minutes, she was good and wet and climbed on top of the guy whom she was blowing. As she moved slowly up and down, I could literally see her cunt muscles tightening and loosening (she has great muscle control there). The guy who had been tonguing her cunt switched his attention to her anus. Stephanie began to breathe even heavier.

  She pointed to the nightstand. She had some lubricant there, which her second lover put on his cock. He then entered my wife anally as she moved up and down on her first lover’s prick. They worked their bodies perfectly together for about fifteen minutes, until they all climaxed. Stephanie’s body twitched as she came. The guys wound up pulling out of her and spewed on different parts of her body. They then walked out of frame.

  The camera moved in a way suggesting that it had changed hands. Stephanie then motioned the cameraman to come to her. She lay on her back with her legs spread and puddles of come smeared across her body. The man with her then was a tall, muscular black. Stephanie said that she was ready for him now.

  His cock was erect and must have been a good eight inches and thicker than normal. He didn’t hesitate as he got on top and entered her with ease. He then began to move back and forth, his ass muscles clenching tightly. Stephanie screamed with ecstasy, experiencing what seemed to be orgasm after orgasm. After about five minutes of fucking her from different angles, he exploded inside of her, not bothering to withdraw. The camera then faded out.

  The last few minutes of the videotape were of Stephanie, still nude and with come all over her, sitting in a chair and talking. She said that she loved her job because it gave her the chance to fuck so many different men. She said that of course her promiscuity accounted for her great success as a salesperson, but the way she saw it she was only combining business and pleasure to everyone’s benefit. She added that this was the first time that she ever let herself be filmed. She wasn’t sure she would do that again, but (and here was the kicker) she wanted the video for her husband to see. Then she said that she was still very much in love with him and that he was a great lover but that she craved sexual variety and hoped that he would understand. The video finally faded to black.

  When we next saw each other, it was late at night. I said nothing but went up and kissed her. I then slowly undressed her as she did the same for me, and we made wonderful love.

  Now that Stephanie is out of the closet, we’re planning on different excursions where I can be part of her extracurricular screwing around. I’m also encouraging her to get a trashy wardrobe so that she can act like a low-rent slut as well as a high-class whore. In short, there’s new zip and life in our relationship!

  —L.F., Chicago, Illinois

  A LOVING HUSBAND USES HIS MINUTES TO REALLY REACH OUT AND TOUCH SOMEONE

  The weekend was our ten-year anniversary. Betty and I would normally have gone out of town to have some time away from the kids and the distractions of home life, but this year my wife was going to be away on business. I couldn’t work it into my schedule to go with her, but I decided I could still make it special for her.

  On the night of our anniversary, I arranged for a bottle of sparkling wine to be delivered to her hotel room after dinner, and called her cell phone to make sure it had arrived. She answered and said she’d had a good dinner, returned to the room, showered, robed and was having a drink or two. She usually gets very horny after she’s had a few drinks. We talked and she wished I were there to take care of her desires. I told her there was another present in the bottom of her travel bag that may help her out. She giggled and went to get it.

  She opened it and with great excitement in her voice thanked me for her new six-inch dildo. I told her to turn on an X-rated channel on the television, pour herself another glass of wine and get comfortable with her new toy, because we were going to take care of her over the phone. She did as I directed.

  I said if I were there I would start by kissing her beautiful breasts and told her to use her fingers and get her nipples erect. I described how I’d work my tongue down to her snatch. She breathed a little deeper as I was talking to her. I told her to wet her fingers with some of the wine and play with her clitoris. She told me that it felt wonderful, but that she needed something big inside her. I told her to turn on the vibrator and place it on her clitoris but not into her pussy yet. “If I was there,” I whispered, “I’d just tease you.” She began moaning deeper and said she needed to
be fucked, practically begging me to let her come. I reminded her that she liked when I entered her slowly and eventually thrust deeper. She must have enjoyed acting out what I described, because her breathing and moaning got louder and louder. I whispered, “I want to hear you come,” I could tell she was about to have a climax from the way her voice was cracking. She let out a long beautiful moan, as she’s done so many times when we make love.

  But that was just the warm-up to the real surprise. As she was recovering from her orgasm, there was a knock on her door. I told her to answer it. She looked through the peephole and said it was Joseph, a good friend of ours whom she hadn’t seen in several years. There were many times during our marriage that Betty and I had talked of having sex with different partners while the other watched, but we had never followed through. Tonight was going to be different, though.

  I told Betty this was another gift for her, and Joseph was there to do whatever she wanted. I assured her that it was okay with me as long as she left her cell phone on the nightstand so I could hear it all. She said, “I love you,” and let Joseph in. After some small talk, Joseph must have noticed the dildo, because I heard him say, “It looks like you’ve been a naughty little girl. Are you still hot?”

  Betty giggled and shyly said, “Maybe . . .”

  Joseph said, “Let’s open that robe and take a look.” The next thing I heard was soft moaning and Joseph saying, “I want to taste some of that!” In between breaths, Joseph said, “I’ve always wanted to taste you down there.” He began tonguing her clitoris, and Betty’s breathing became more labored. She said several times, “That’s it, that’s it! Don’t stop!” I could tell by her moaning that she was about to come. Not long after Joseph said, “Baby, this is so good. Come in my mouth,” Betty let out a great moan and, I’d imagine, did what he wanted. I knew she was in heaven.