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  I heard quiet talking as they both dressed quickly. Then Anthony disappeared into the night.

  I sat there in amazement. My cock was hard, and I felt like I could come then and there. Bonnie looked over my way before disappearing into the darkness herself. I couldn’t believe what a turn-on it was to actually witness another guy, especially such a hot young one, giving my wife such a good fucking. It was so Desperate Housewives!

  I made my way discreetly back to our tent and waited eagerly for my wife to arrive. When she did, she had a devilish grin on her face. She said she still believed Anthony had been a virgin, and apparently was quite nervous because of his inexperience as well as the fact that she was married.

  She crawled on top of me and guided my hand under her skirt and inside her panties. She was totally turned on at the idea that she had just let this young stud shoot off in her pussy. She added that when he came, she felt his cock throbbing and squirting what felt like a huge load of come inside her.

  Anthony’s warm semen was even now still draining out of Bonnie. I pulled her panties down and rolled her over, and then buried my face in her crotch. I was so turned on by this whole thing, I didn’t mind tonguing her used pussy clean until she came again.

  I gave Bonnie a minute to recuperate before I sat up and pushed my hard-on into her. It slid in easily, making use of her young lover’s cream to grease the way for my sloppy seconds. In just a minute or two I unleashed my load inside her, and I have to say that I’ve never experienced an orgasm of that intensity.

  After I pulled out of Bonnie, I just squatted there looking at her. She looked sexier than I’d ever seen her, lying there with her legs spread and her pussy dripping with come, a mixture of the loads that Anthony and I had deposited in her.

  Since that night, our sex life has caught fire, and Bonnie has expressed interest in taking a more active part in selecting potential future partners for our little secret fantasy. We talk about it often, and have often expressed the hope that young Anthony will be at the party again this summer. Even though she won’t promise to let him fuck her again, we agreed that if we do run into him, we may try to establish a longer-term sort of relationship.

  We decided it would be best if she told him that I found out what happened last summer and not only was okay with it but wanted her to do it again, provided she kept it exclusive with him. That should give him the go-ahead he needs to fuck her again, and to see if he might be interested in getting together more regularly for discreet encounters. I would love to have a deserving young guy I like and trust to enjoy fucking my wife as often as she’ll let him.

  It goes to show that some married women will fuck other guys to please their husbands and add spice to their own sex lives. I wish I had known a couple like us when I was Anthony’s age!

  —L.N., Tallahassee, Florida

  They Set Out to Procure Heavier Equipment Than He Could Provide

  My story starts with the fact that I love reading accounts of husbands watching their lovely wives get fucked by other men. My wife is a very sexy 30-year-old Latina. We had been married for three years, and our sex life was totally fine—or so I thought. One night during sex I brought out a huge dildo I’d bought that morning. As I licked Carmen’s pussy, I slid the dildo in. She went wild, moaning louder and louder as I slid it in deeper and deeper. I started to talk while I fucked her with the dildo, saying stuff like, “Ooh, you like a big cock, don’t you?” and “Don’t you love the way it fills your pussy?” She moaned things like, “Yes, I love a huge cock in my pussy,” and, “Fuck me deep!” I couldn’t believe how hard she came!

  After she recovered, we lay in bed talking about how much she loved it. She said it was a long time since she had a really big cock in her, and she forgot how much she loved it. I asked her why she didn’t say anything sooner, and she said it was because I don’t have a big cock, so what would be the sense in telling me?

  I said that I love her and would do anything to make her happy. She got quiet for a while, then said, “And what could you do?”

  I said I didn’t know, but I would think about it.

  The next night I showed Carmen my copies of Penthouse Letters, especially the “Someone’s Watching” and “Open Season” type of letters. She read a few of them, and I knew she was getting horny. I took out the dildo and started fucking her while she read. She started saying things like, “Ooh honey, his cock is so big,” and, “He’s fucking me so good.”

  When she said that, I moaned uncontrollably.

  She laughed and said, “Does that turn you on? Does the thought of your wife getting fucked by a big cock make you hard?”

  I groaned, “Yesss!”

  She laughed again and said, “Why does it turn you on? Is it ’cause your cock is too small to fill me up?”

  I groaned even louder.

  “Ooh,” she said, “does the thought of a huge cock pounding into me get your little cock all hard? I bet you would love to see me getting fucked by a big cock. Maybe even join in? Oh, I don’t mean that you’ll fuck me. Maybe I’ll tell him to let you suck his cock.” When she said that, I all but came on the spot! She laughed and took the dildo out of her pussy and said for me to lick it. I kept looking into her eyes while she fed the dildo down my throat. I was in heaven.

  She said the reason she loves big cocks is that I have a small one. She said that from now on she would go out and find nice big cocks to fuck, and if I’m a good little slut, maybe she’ll let me suck the come out of her pussy—and maybe, if the guys want to, they’ll let me watch while they stuff her pussy full.

  Since Carmen was fucking my mouth with the dildo, I could only nod, but she understood my eagerness. Ever since then, she has been sucking and fucking guys with big cocks. She comes home with her pussy filled with their come, then sits on my face and lets me lick it all out while she tells me how good they fucked her. Sometimes she fucks my ass with a dildo while she tells her stories.

  Lately Carmen has been telling me that the next step is to dress me up and take me to a strange town so we both can pick up guys with huge cocks. It sounds like a plan to me!

  —J.A., Milwaukee, Wisconsin

  First His Friend’s Wife Lost Her Top on His Harley, and Then . . .

  My wife was away on a business trip, and my good friend Larry had invited me to his house for dinner. Judy and I had been friends with Larry and his wife Erin for a few years. We had vacationed together and spent many a drunken night in a hot tub—but always with bathing suits on. Nothing had ever happened, although I would have loved it if it had, because Erin was hot. She was about five-feet-four and very athletic-looking, with long red hair, and she had huge breasts that looked even larger than they were on her small tight frame. I had often dreamed of kissing those gorgeous tits, but had never had the nerve to even suggest anything like that.

  I drove over to their house on my Harley and arrived at around eight o’clock. It was nearly dark, and Erin already had the grill going. She looked great. She was wearing a very low-cut, loose-fitting white spaghetti-strap top and very short tan shorts. The shorts showed off her gorgeous legs, and the shirt showed so much cleavage that my knees felt weak.

  After dinner we sat out on the patio and enjoyed the evening and a few beers. Maybe it was my imagination, but I could swear that Erin was bending over more than necessary, allowing me a very nice view of her tits under her loose shirt. Later I noticed her absently rubbing the bottom of her cold beer bottle up and down her chest. I watched as the droplets of water ran down and between those beautiful tits. I still had a nice buzz going, and watching her made me even hornier.

  We sat there drinking for an hour or so, until Erin suggested we move inside and get the party started. We went into their game room, and immediately Erin challenged me to a game of darts on the electronic dart board. She turned on some music and we played. She beat me in short order, and then proceeded to beat Larry as well. She continued to win consistently as we all continued to drink beer after beer
.

  After a while Larry suggested that the reason we couldn’t win was that we were just playing for fun, and that a real man needed something to play for to make it interesting. He went to the bar and pulled out a bottle of bourbon and a shot glass, then declared that the loser of each game had to drink a shot. Winking at me, he said that if we could get Erin drunk, we might have a shot at winning. He then added, in a mock whisper, that the drunker she got, the hornier she got, too. Erin just laughed, but she agreed to the new rules, commenting that she could beat us whether she was drunk or not.

  But her confidence waned a bit as Larry beat her in the next game. She went to the bar and downed the shot without hesitation. Larry beat me quickly, and then beat Erin again, each of us drinking our shots. By now I was really buzzing, and it appeared that Erin was as well. She started dancing and swaying to the music.

  Larry now seemed unbeatable. The next time he beat Erin she went over to the bar and picked up the shot glass, but then she hesitated, saying that she was getting pretty drunk and didn’t think it was a good idea to keep up this pace. Larry told her that a bet was a bet. Erin said she was afraid she would get sick if she didn’t slow down, and then asked if there wasn’t something else she could do that would satisfy us.

  Well, I could think of a few things, but of course I didn’t say so. But it was as though Larry had read my mind. He grinned at her and said maybe she could take an article of clothing off, rather than take a drink. He then asked me if I thought that would be okay, and I quickly said that it definitely would. Erin grinned at both of us and asked, “Are you two trying to get me naked?”

  Feeling bolder now in light of what seemed to be going on, I replied, “Damn straight! I love looking at naked women!” I looked over at Larry to see his reaction to my comment, but he just smiled and nodded.

  “Yeah, well, I like to look at naked men, too,” Erin said. “So if you guys want me to strip, you have to do the same when you lose.” Larry and I looked at each other and shrugged, then quickly agreed. Erin just stood there for a moment, then grabbed the bottom of her blouse and began slowly pulling it up. Just as she pulled it high enough to expose the bottom of her huge tits, she let it fall back into place. Laughing at our disappointed expressions, she began to unbutton her shorts. She got them open and, with a twist of her hips, let them drop to the floor. Still laughing, she told us we’d have to beat her again to get her top off. I didn’t mind, as she was wearing a very small white thong that very beautifully showed off her tight round ass.

  Larry beat me the next game, and I quickly pulled off my shirt. But Erin now seemed more interested in dancing than in playing darts. When Steppenwolf’s “Born to Be Wild” started playing on the stereo, she rushed over and cranked up the volume, swaying wildly to the music. Then, as the song came to an end, she shouted that she wanted to do something wild. “I know!” she cried, looking at me. “I want to go for a ride on that motorcycle of yours!”

  I had no idea if she was serious or not, but I took the keys from my pocket and tossed them to Larry, telling him he’d better take her, as I’d had a few too many drinks to be driving around at night. Larry quickly tossed the keys back to me, protesting that he’d had as much to drink as I had, and besides, he wasn’t used to my bike. He added that if the lady wanted to go for a ride, I should take her. I hesitated for another minute, but Erin’s eagerness and her sexy half-clad body persuaded me. With a shrug I headed outside with her and started up the bike, while Erin climbed on behind me.

  Once she was settled in I adjusted my mirrors—not to reflect the traffic lanes behind me, but so that I could see Erin. As she saw what I was doing she smiled and winked at me in the mirror. I asked if she was ready, and then roared off into the night. As we turned onto the main road she pressed tight against me, and I could feel her tits mashing into my bare back. I was wearing only my pants, and all she was wearing was her skimpy top and her thong. We must have made quite a spectacle if anybody saw us.

  As we rode Erin became more relaxed and loosened her grip on me. Her hands began to wander over my belly and chest. I felt her fingers brushing over my nipples seductively. I was enjoying her touch so much that I was again getting a boner. Then her hands disappeared, and looking in my mirror I saw her pull her blouse over her head and hold it high in the air as she yelled, “Born to be wild!” I couldn’t believe she had just taken her top off, giving me a great view of her beautiful tits.

  She was waving the garment above her head and shaking her breasts at me when the wind ripped it from her grasp. In the mirror I saw it flying away. Grinning wildly, I made no attempt to stop and retrieve it.

  Erin saw me checking her out in the mirrors and she leaned back, putting her hands on the bar behind her and arching her back, giving me a great view of her now nearly naked body. She was putting on quite a show for me. I gunned the bike even faster in excitement.

  I was watching her more than the road, and I nearly missed an upcoming intersection. I had to slam on the brakes to stop in time, and the momentum pushed her into me. Feeling those bare tits on my back was nearly more than I could stand. She must have sensed my need, as her hands again began to move over my chest and she began to kiss my neck. After a few minutes of this she let her hand fall to my crotch and began to rub my hard-on. I had to concentrate to stay on the road as she fumbled with my zipper. She unzipped my pants and opened them enough to free my now-throbbing cock. Christ, she was giving me a handjob as we rode!

  This was unbelievable! It was a dream come true. She had me worked nearly into a frenzy, and at first I looked around for a place to park so I could throw her on the ground and fuck her brains out. But it was a well-lighted residential area, and all I could think of to do was turn around and head back to the house.

  As I pulled into the driveway Larry came out the door. He did a double-take when he saw Erin step off the bike topless. But he just smiled and asked her what had happened to her shirt. Smiling back at him, she simply said it blew off. It was then I realized that my zipper was down and my still-stiff cock was sticking out of my pants. I quickly turned away and tucked it back, and if Larry noticed, he didn’t say anything.

  When we got inside Larry picked up the darts again, saying that we should finish the game we had started. “No,” Erin said. “Screw that. What I want is for the two of you to take me upstairs and fuck me!”

  I was stunned. I hadn’t known exactly where all this was going, but I hadn’t expected it to go this far. The thought of my wife flashed through my mind, but when I looked again at Erin’s naked body I decided to go for it. What the hell, I’d find a way to let Judy screw Larry if she wanted to, but I wanted to fuck Erin now!

  “Well, God knows I’m ready for that!” I said finally. “If it’s okay with Larry.”

  Obviously it was, as he was already leading his wife toward the stairs, and beckoning for me to follow.

  In the bedroom, Erin lit some candles, then took off her thong and lay down seductively in the middle of the big bed. Larry and I finished stripping, too. Already hard as a rock, I lay down on one side of her while Larry took the other. I waited for him to take the lead, and when he began to slide his hand over her body, I did the same. She moaned with pleasure as our hands roamed over her. I had slipped my fingers between her legs and was vigorously playing with her wet pussy when she finally asked if we were going to fuck her or not.

  I didn’t need any more invitation than that. I glanced at Larry, and he told me to go ahead, so I mounted her and started pounding her for all I was worth, while Larry watched the action from his position at her side. After all the excitement of the past few hours I didn’t last long, but shot my load in short order. I then rolled off to give Larry his turn, but Erin got onto all fours and began licking and sucking my limp member as Larry pounded her from behind.

  It wasn’t long before I was hard again, and Erin then said she wanted us both inside her. She lay down on her side, and Larry began fingering her ass as I took my position i
n front of her. I slipped into her dripping pussy, and a minute later Larry began to slowly work himself into her asshole. Soon we were both fucking her as she screamed with pleasure. Larry shot his load inside her before I was done, and he stayed in her for a few minutes as I continued my slow pumping. When he finally pulled out I rolled her onto her back so I could attack her tits more aggressively. This time I had more staying power, and I kept going until she came, bucking and twisting beneath me. Then I shot into her and rolled off. I lay there in ecstasy for a few minutes, and then drifted off to sleep. I heard her and Larry going at it again as drowsiness enveloped me.

  I woke up the next morning to find Erin straddling my body and smiling down at me as she slid herself onto my morning hard-on. Then she began to ride me, her huge tits swaying and bouncing invitingly. I sucked and caressed them as she pumped herself up and down. After a few minutes Larry walked in and demanded, “Hey, what are you doing with my wife?”

  Erin never missed a beat. “I’m just chopping a little morning wood, darling,” she panted. “Come on in and watch.”

  Larry came in and stood there with his coffee cup in his hand, watching us fuck. That felt a little weird, but after all it wasn’t much different from last night. After a while Erin came with a groan, and I shot my load inside her. Then I headed for the shower. After I dressed I headed down to the kitchen. Larry handed me a cup of coffee and we sat at the kitchen table. Erin was still in the shower. I wasn’t quite sure what to say, or if I should even say anything.

  Larry finally broke the silence by telling me that nothing like that had ever happened before. He said Erin had often talked about her fantasy of having a threesome, and he figured that if he was going to share her with someone, it might as well be with his best friend.

  He then asked me if I was going to tell Judy about what had happened. I told him I wasn’t sure yet, but that I thought it would be only fair to share her with him, too, if she would do it. He said that would be great. A minute later Erin came in, and when we told her what we’d been talking about, she got very excited at the idea of all four of us getting together for a wild fuck session.