4 comments/ 51598 views/ 8 favorites Couple's Night By: dsoul Dear sir, I'm an avid reader of your blog and I enjoy reading just about every article you post, even though I don't agree with some of them. I and my wife have been indulging in our private fantasy for some years now. My wife, Shelby, prefers 'sharing' herself with me and her black bull. What I mean is she likes it when I fuck her after they've done cumming inside her. I enjoy it too: the wetness and looseness of her pussy, it feels so good when my cock slides inside her and then when I too cum inside her, she has a second orgasm that way. Shelby and I met her current boyfriend, Kanu (he's a college student from one West African country, I forget which) in a night club. How it happened was that one as weekend we felt bored being at home and she came up with the idea of us going out and having some fun. Usually I get excited when she says this 'cos Shelby is most times a submissive creature and only becomes dominant when sex is on her mind and that usually gets me hard. We decided on the club since it had been a while we went there. We got dressed and waited for it to grow dark before leaving. Anyway the evening got dark and that was when we left fior the club. Lots of young people were there and lots of black men too. I kept whispering in my wife's ear that there's every chance she might score tonight. It took a while before she ran into Kanu. Apparently he had arrived there with another date, but it seemed she had stiffed him and left with someone else. He came by the bar and that was when we met; I introduced him to Shelby and she sort of liked him almost instantly. We had a few drinks and he had a dance with Shelby. She returned looking flush with excitement; it has been a while since I met anyone make her glow the way she was that night, I tell you. I took her aside and asked her what she wanted to do. Shelby is usually blunt when it comes to this, and she told me right away that she wanted us to take him home. She went off to the ladies' room while I talked with Kanu about spending the night with us; Shelby prefers being away whenever I get to lay things down with her future BFs, so she left us and went to find the ladies room while Kanu and I talked. He seemed like a nice-enough fellow and he never gave me any bad questions. My guess later was that this wasn't his first time of doing this because he was so calm when I talked about wanting him to cum inside my wife's cunt and if possible let me eat his cum out her pussy when he was done. By the time my wife returned we were laughing and sipping our drinks as if we were old friends. Shelby came and sat beside him and they flirted all the time. We got up and left the club and I drove while she and Kanu lounged in the backseat, kissing and necking. He pushed her face down his crotch and I watched through the mirror at her eating his cock. We got home and they went into the living room while I ran into the kitchen to fetch a bottle of wine. Those two never bothered about me: they got out their clothes and I sat across from them and watched her suck his black cock. He stood up and pressed her face down on him; he had quite a muscle for a black cock. I got hard watching them and forgot about the bottle of wine and went to stroking my prick. Things got heated when we went into the bedroom. He fucked Shelby from behind, slapped her butt every couple of minutes and she loved every touch of his palm on her flesh. She fell face forward on the bed, groaned non-stop from his black dick hammering her from behind. I watched him fuck her back and forth on the bed. He held her down on top of her and kept fucking her hard while I watched them from the camcorder I was recording everything with. He shot his load inside her and I waited till he'd poured every drop inside her and then rolled off her before I climbed on the bed. My wife opened her legs for me and I lay before my wife's open legs and inhaled the sweet, sour musky smell that was Kanu's cum pouring out her labia. I gave it a first lick, it tasted really good. I gave it a second lick and then before I could even protest, Shelby pressed my face down on her cunt, snapped at me to go ahead and clean her up. That was what I did. I eat the bull's cum out my wife's pussy and didn't feel like stopping even when I felt her thighs tighten against my face, felt her body jump and slam back on the bed, heard her cry out as she orgasmed against my face. The taste of my wife's juicy cum mixed with that of Kanu's semen was a taste unlike any I've had. Done with eating her pussy, I pulled my shorts down my thighs and pressed my erect prick against her pussy and grunted as I thrust all of it into her. She brought her hands to my shoulders and pulled me downward on top of her. She urged me to fuck her hard. All the time mouthing off at me, telling me how tiny and silly my cock felt as compared to what her new BF was sporting. I felt jealous. I felt angry ... I felt so goddamn fucking HORNY! I kept pounding my wife's cunt like it was something I hated and unbelievably when I came, I thought I saw stars. My body shook all over when that happened, and I was still shaking when I rolled off her. She and Kanu took a shower together while I went and uploaded the camcorder recording into my laptop. Kanu spent the night in my bedroom, slept beside my wife, while I got out a camp bed and slept out in the living room. I woke up later that night when I thought I heard the sound of Shelby screaming once more for someone to fuck her harder. I smiled at myself and stroked my cock while in my mind's eye I imagined her Kanu must be tearing her pussy up. I almost didn't want the morning to arrive; I'll bet neither did they. Couples Night John and Holley were one of those couples everyone knows, and everyone wants to be around. At 26, John was young for being the marketing director at a major biotechnology firm, where I also worked as an engineer. Having the heir of the company as a fraternity brother helps I guess. Holley was 24, perky and outgoing. Her and Julianne both attended graduate school, though different programs. Our couples night tradition was devised at company party by my fiancé Julianne, when the four of us agreed that The Walking Dead is the best show on television. Julianne suggested we all watch together on Sunday nights, but Holley objected because of an early Monday class. Not wanting to be a killjoy, Holley suggested moving it to Mondays, and watching on DVR. She suggested they host, to make up for it. So the tradition began. They made snacks, we brought drinks: Beer and wine. This particular night started like the others. Julianne carried two bottles of Rose, and I brought a cold twelve pack of Miller. Since leaving college, I don't drink many beers; too many un-cautious words and fights with Julianne. John on the other hand, still put them away. Often that by the time the credits rolled, five empty bottles would be by his feet. By the time we were hitting the road, he'd be slurring the goodbyes. Don't get me wrong, the women would get tipsy also. The twelve pack was ostensibly there for anyone who needed extra. John opened the door alone and said that Holley had just interviewed for a summer internship and was getting changed. He was setting out cheese with a baguette and crackers. I drank a beer with him and chatted, and then realized I had to pee. I went down the hall to the bathroom, and without noticing the light was on, barged in. Then froze. Holley was in her underwear , admiring her own figure. I couldn't help but suck in a breath and do the same. She had her shoulders forward to accentuate her breasts bulging out her push-up, but was sticking her ass to the side in an "aren't I just sexy" pout. Her ass cheeks spilled over a lacy red thong. It was all perfect, from the arched back to the apple-shaped ass. I knew I couldn't just stand there like a creep, so I said, "I'm sorry." She jumped a little and looked at me in the mirror. She stared for a moment then burst out laughing. "Oh no," she said good-naturedly, "it's my fault, I didn't realize what time it was." She covered her mouth as she laughed and shook her head and then glanced down the hallway behind me. "Is Julianne here?" "Sure is. Don't you feel rude." She put a hand on her chest and turned around, grinning gamely. "Yes I do, just like you should for seeing this." Then she giggled and opened the adjacent door to her bedroom. I couldn't help but to stay frozen and watch her leave; her ass swung like a pendulum. She gave me one last grin before she shut the door. When I finished, Holley was already dressed and talking to Julianne. She gave me a knowing glance and grinned, reassuring me all was cool. I joined John on the couch, where he was polishing off his third beer. "Want another?" John asked. "Uh, no, I'll have a water for now." "One water for the mathlete." He chuckled. It was a running joke among the non-engineers in our firm that the engineers were all nerds. We'd get called mathletes, whiz kids, number jockeys; any number of condescending names. I ignored the childishness, comfortable that me and my fellow engineers ere typically the most fit in the company. I had just placed 2nd overall at a local half-marathon and was quite comfortable with whatever insult they wanted to sneak in. As he got the water, I fired up the DVR. As I did I noticed Holley looking past Julianne at me out of the corner of my eye, but when I turned my head, she quickly looked away. It was a great episode; the zombie violence was a welcome break from our collectively stressful lives. John got up to turn the TV off, and when he did, knocked over the six empty bottles now at his feet. Holley cast a glance at Julianne and rolled her eyes. When John sat down to retain his spot on the couch between Julianne and Holley, he sat down too hard, and tumbled clumsily onto Julianne's lap. He giggled, and Julianne good-naturedly pushed him back up to the sitting position. "I'm not that drunk, I promise," he said with a fun laugh that was almost convincing. "It's alright," said Julianne. "The night is still young," said Holley, "Anyone up for another show?" No one objected, so Holley flicked the TV back on, and started scrolling the DVR. She paused at "Wife Swap" obviously a favorite based on the number saved. "This?" She asked. "Never seen it," said Julianne. "I don't know, though. It looks weird to me." "How so," said Holley. "Do they actually have sex with the other person's husband? That just seems kind of wrong, and gross. Especially on TV" "Naw, they don't." Said John loudly. "Which is kind of pussy actually. If you're gonna put up with any extra women, you should get a reward for it." He looked over at me for solidarity, but I avoided eye contact. "The rules say you can't have sex," said Holley, ignoring John, "You're just living in a new household usually under different rules and such." "I guess that's not so bad," offered Julianne. "I thought it was about swingers or something." She looked at me and laughed. "No—" started Holley, but John interrupted her: "There's nothing wrong with swapping wives or girlfriends, or whatever. I've swapped girlfriends in college on a night like this. I'm all about it. I've had group sex. It doesn't matter in college. Hell, once I let a fraternity brother fuck my girlfriend for concert tickets." "Are you serious?" Holley said. "Sure, but only once. She said he had a little dick anyway. I didn't care, Didn't love her." The room was silent, and John immediately tried to cover his tracks. "I didn't love her like I love you." "Gee, that's sweet," Holley said, rolling her eyes. John hugged Holley close and started cuddling her and whispered into her ear, no doubt reassuring her of his devotion. I glanced at Julianne, who was noticeably uncomfortable. You alright? I mouthed to her. She shook her head. "Say, babe, don't you have a paper due at noon tomorrow? You should probably get home." She nodded. Holley and John broke from each other, and Holley said, "Oh, come on, we didn't get to watch it. "I do have a paper," Julianne said, and shrugged. "It was great as usual though." "Well, let Rick stay then. We hardly get good company, and I feel like staying up. Besides, there's a whole bottle left." "And a shitload of beers," John pointed out. Julianne looked at me. "Fine, you stay, I'll get a cab." "Nonsense," I said. I looked at Holley, "I'm gonna drive her home, but then I'll come back and we can watch Wife Swap." "Yay!" said Holley, waving fists of victory. "Come right back though." "Sure thing" "Hey dude," said John, "get some more beer." I looked at him, said nothing, and we left. In the car, Julianne grasped my arm and laid her head on my shoulder. "Thanks for getting me out of there. The way he was talking made me think they were about to invite us into a foursome. It really freaked me out." "Come on, really?" "I don't know. It's just Holley kept looking at you all night. And I know John would want too..." I laughed. "Yeah, probably. We drove in silence for awhile, with Julianne nestled on my arm. Then she said: "Holley really likes you." "That's nice." "She kept saying how lucky I am. I think all that running is paying off. I understand though, you do look good these days." "Thanks, babe." "I don't know what Holley and John like to do or have in mind, but if they try to get you to do anything sexual..." "Baby, I would never...And they would never..." "Let me finish. If they want you to do anything sexual, and you feel like joining them, I don't care. As long as you never tell me happened, and its only this once." "Baby, I would never cheat on you." "It's not cheating if I give you permission. And its only tonight. I don't know why I'm telling you this, but I really like Holley, and John is kind of an asshole. You can say you wouldn't, but I know you, you'd want to if they invited you. You've always been more sexual than me, so I don't mind if you have a few experiences while we're still young. And...I kind of bragged to Holley about how good you are." "Really?" My heart started racing. I couldn't believe her words. "I said you can control yourself and last for an hour, and always made me cum. And then she said John usually takes five minutes, and she never gets her orgasm. She said the only time she cums is when she rubs herself off after they're done fucking." "That's awful." "It's true. So out of niceness to her, I want her to know how it feels." "What if I can't get her off?" "Baby," she said, sitting up as we pulled into the driveway. "I don't want to talk about this anymore. I don't care if you get her off or not, never mention it to me, and don't even mention this conversation." "Ok," I said steadily despite my pounding heart. "I love you," she said, and kissed me deeply, swirling her tongue around the back of my throat. "I love you too." She patted me on the cheek and went inside. I waited until she had gotten in and turned on the light, then pulled out the driveway, and turned back towards John and Holley's. When I pulled in, I could hear music playing from outside. John had put on some crappy OAR and Dave Mathews mix. When I opened the door, he was dancing goofily in front of Holley, who was sipping her wine and giggling. I couldn't tell if she was humoring him or not. "Rick!" she said when she saw me. "You're back!" She opened her arms and came and gave me a quick hug. John raised his beer. "What's up dude?" "Nothing, I said. "Got any more beer?" "Three left, but they're mine." He slurred. "Should have grabbed more when you were out!" I looked at Holley and shook my head slightly, and she giggled. "Dude, I gotta piss," John said, and slapped me on the back as I passed. Holley watched him leave, then burst out laughing and covered her face. "I'm so sorry," She said, "What a crazy night." "Come on," I said playfully, "we've all been the drunk one once or twice." "Not me," said Holley. "I never have." She grinned. "Here," I said, and grabbed a glass out of the cabinet. "Pour me some wine." She feigned being offended, "Demanding," she said, "Demanding you are." She shook her head and laughed, then poured me a full glass of Rose. I brought it to my lips, sipped it, then said, "You really haven't been drunk since college?" She shook her head. "Come here." I motioned to her. She paused, then walked over, until she was close to me, her breasts nearly touching my chest. "What?" She challenged. "Open your mouth." She grinned, something more than playfulness showing for the first time all evening. She opened her wet lips-"tilt your head" She did, still looking at me. Carefully and steadily, I tipped my glass of Rose into her throat. I poured a perfect mouthful. "Swallow." I said. She did, then opened her mouth for more. I poured again. She swallowed. She once more opened her mouth, I started to pour, and our eyes locked, and we both realized the silliness of the game we were playing. It threw me off for a split second, and some dribbled down her chin. I wiped it with my hand, and this was too much, she burst out laughing, spraying Rose all over her shirt. She looked down at the mess, and this brought her hysterics even higher as she laughed hard, bent over, for what seemed like a minute. "I'm sorry, she said, looking up at me sheepishly. "That was just so funny." "Come here," I said, and calmly grasped the corners of her shirt. She saw what I was doing, and raised her arms to let me pull it off. We sat there looking at each other for a moment, my eyes purposely avoiding her bulging breasts. Just then we heard a drunken slur. "Sorry bout that, more came out than I thought." Then John turned the corner and froze. "What they hell are ya'll doing?" He demanded. "Baby, it's not what it looks like, I spilled wine."Holley held up her shirt. "Oh," John said, shaking his head and chuckling. "I thought...nevermind." "I'll go change," said Holley. She walked towards the hallway, and John launched into a one-sided speech about what he thought of the local football team-too many star players without enough depth on the roster- was all I caught of his point. I was watching Holley walk down the hallway toward her bedroom. Once she reached the end, out of the sight of John, she paused and bent over slightly, glanced back at me, and pulled down her pants to reveal the top of that perfectly pale ass with the red thong. She pulled them up quickly, stuck out her tongue in a playful manner, and went into her bedroom. I looked back at John, who was rambling in a drunken fog. I uncapped a beer and sat on the couch, and he followed my lead, still droning on. I suffered through a boring recap of the stats of last game, giving "uh-huhs" and "mmhms" needed to keep his conversation going. I was about ready to excuse myself and give up on the whole night to save my ears, when I glanced over and saw Holley grinning at us from the living room entrance. She had donned a flowery sun dress, far shorter than her knees, which exposed ample cleavage. I noticed how confidently she wore it, and was thankful she didn't seem to mind me gawking at her as I ignored John. I even noticed pretty diamond earings, which I was pretty sure weren't there before. "Is he boring you?" Holley said after awhile. John looked up and realized she had been there awhile and laughed. "Not terribly," I said. "Woah, you look hot, baby." John said, then turned to me. "Buddy, you might have to get out of here, I've got a feeling Holley wants me to take her to bed." "But we haven't even watched Wife Swap," Holley said. "It's not fair to Rick to make him leave without watching it." "Alright, you watch TV, we'll be in there," John said and gestured to his bedroom "Don't be an ass, John," Holley said. "C'mon, baby, I'm only kidding." To me: "You know I was kidding right. But you can't blame me, have you seen her ass?" "I have, it's pretty great." "Yes it is." He slurped at his beer. "Bet you'd love to get into that ass. Hell, I'd probably let you, if you could get me concert tickets. Not that Holley would ever agree to it." Holley walked over, and sat in the couch in between us. She smiled, looked at me. I could smell her perfume now, and it was causing quite a stir below. She kissed John on the cheek and said"I would agree to it, John." "Are you serious?" He said then raised his hands in a V. "Well, man, can you cough up any tickets?" I thought about it. I didn't want to go buy him something afterward, it was too sleazy. "No," I said finally. "How about," said Holley, "I pay for him. Haven't you been begging me to have a threesome with another girl?" "Yeah. All the time." "Well, if we have a threesome with John, I'll have a threesome with another girl, as long as you can convince the girl." He nodded, then said"Deal," he said, then looked at her. "We don't have to watch Wife Swap, right? She just laughed, and pulled us both by the arms into the bedroom. Once she got there though, she dropped John's arm and turned to me. She leaned in and bit my bottom lip, pulling it toward her. Then she ripped my shirt over my head in a single movement, revealing my taught runner's body. I looked at her in the eyes then pushed my tongue into hers hungrily. "Oh yeah, said John, grinning as he watched. He dropped his pants and boxers in one fell swoop, revealing a chubby, semi-flaccid penis. Then he tore off his shirt, which hid a doughy torso. Holley turned from me and grinned at John. He stroked his semi-soft cock and I pulled Holley dress over her head. She had no bra, and the same red thong. "That's my ass," said John, and moved to grab Holley, but she smartly turned away from him, gazed grinning into my eyes, and dropped to her knees. She undid my belt buckle, and slowly dropped my pants, revealing my mostly stiff, and growing member. Her eyes widened as she noticed the length, and looked at my face as she planted three little kissed on the head, and then kissed the length of the shaft. Then she removed my pants over my feet. Not wanting to be left out, John dropped down onto his back and positioned his face underneath his wife's ass. She stood up to let him pull her thong off, then sat down on his face, and grinded her hips a little as she squatted over him. She looked up at me again, and grasped the length of my cock and slowly stroked it, rubbing my balls like dice between her other fingers. Then she pursed her lips and brought them to my tip. She slowly opened her mouth to allow for my member as it slid in, and puffed out her lips as she rolled them over the entire length of my cock. What a fucking feeling. Her eyes searched into mine, my cock deep in her throat, while her hands explored my balls and taint. She repeated the movement up and down, up and down, for a few minutes, and then stood up. The squeezed my cock in my hand, and said "Fuck me." Then she got on the bed, on her knees, doggy-style ready. John tried to jump in line in front of me. He put his cock to her pussy, but it was too soft to put in. He tried pushing it in, but Holley whined, "John, it's too soft, you can't get it in. Besides, guests first." She moved her head from one side of the pillow to the other and looked back at me, ass high in the air. John need next to her face, holding his now completely limp in front of her face. She said "I'm not going to lick it until its hard... Ohhhh." She shuddered as I slid my turgid cock into her pussy. Her smell had permeated the room and it was delicious. "fuck yes," She whispered as I slowly began to move in and out. John sat up beside us, slowly tugging his loose cock. "Fuckkkk" Holley kept moaning, "Fuck me good." "I'm next, baby" said John. "Shhh," she weezed. Then, "Ohh fuck me, Rick. Yessss" She straightened her arms out, lifting her face off the pillow and causing her breasts to swing freely. I started slowly, but rhythmically, pumping in a constant motion and very, very gradually increasing speed. She bucked at my hard thrusts, but I held her firmly in place by the shoulders. "Oh, Rick" she muttered, over and over. I answered with "Oh yeah" We were interrupted by John's "I'm hard now," but Holley ignored him. He sat awkwardly handling his moderate but unimpressive member. She bucked backwards with her ass to meet my long cock. "Oh, that's the spot Rick, yes," she said with a glance at John. John got the hint and slumped down, allowing the alcohol to drag him to sleep. I put my hands on her dangling breasts, and squeezed firmly. "Oh yes," she shouted. I drew a hand back and slapped her ass, leaving an immediate red print. "Yes, yes." I reached forward with one hand pulled a hand ful of her blonde locks, forcing her head up at attention. She responding by arching her butt even more upward, allowing it to swallow my cock like it had her thong. Her smell was so thick I could I almost see it in the air. My balls were splashed with her wetness. As I increased my speed from slow and rhythmic to moderate and thumping, I kept her head locked in position by her hair, then slipped my other hand onto her ass. I felt around for her asshole, which was not an easy target as I slammed her butt repeatedly, but I found it, and began to rub circles around it with my thumb. Couples Night "Ohhhhhhhh, she moaned, lower than usual. "Ohhhhh, fuckkkk...I like that" she wheezed huskily. Then I dipped my thumb right in, pushing it all the way to the hilt into her little asshole. "Yes, yes, yes," she panted, and bucked harder against my thumb and cock. I drove my thumb in with the same rhythm as my cock, and increased the rhythm until it was a rapid slap. Her cries grew louder and turned from chanting to a constant wail: "yes yes YES YES OH YES YEA YEAH YEAH YEAH YES OH FUCK RICK YES YES YES OH YHEAHHHHHHHHH" It was a blood-curdling shill scream of ecstasy, and I knew enough to withdraw my thumb and watch as she bucked hard, in an unstoppable dance of an orgasm. I watched in amazement, and she moaned and shrieked with each new spasm, until finally a gush of clear liquid spurted out of her pussy onto my legs. She remained there, visibly shaking for a good minute, then dropped down onto her stomach, exhausted, but moaning, "Oh yeah, oh yes, Oh my god, yes." John sat up. Her cries had woke him and let him witness the final act. He squinted at us. "Oh yeah," he said. "How was it?" "Amazing," said Holley. "Are you finished?" "No." "Great," he said, and starting palming his cock. "There's nothing for left you to do John," she said gently. "I just had the best orgasm and now I still need to get Rick off. That's only fair right?" "I guess," he said. "I didn't think so. "Rick..." She pushed her self up on all fours once again, then looked right at John. "Take my ass." John protested, "I've never had that!" "Don't be rude," she said, then turned around expectantly. I put my cock up to her winking asshole, but it wasn't budging. "It's not wet enough," she said, then motioned me over. I stood before her as she slobbered over my member, drooling on the tip then jerking the base to rub it in. Then she pulled my cock out of her mouth and said to John, "could you lick my ass? It will speed things up." She looked up at me. "He loves doing that." I nodded. Under the right circumstances, so did I. Without at word, he bent over and licked her asshole as she focused on my cock. After a few moments, she said, "that's enough." John tumbled to his back and started tugging on his rising cock. She turned around and presented her wet asshole, high in the air. I pushed my throbbing cock, and this time, it slid in. It was remarkably tight around my shaft. Her beautiful, full cheeks swallowed my cock. I could feel her rectal muscles quivering. I began pumping and once again brought out loud moans from Holley, this time more guttural and rough. Her tits swayed beautifully and she closed her eyes, completely engulfed in the experienced. I pumped in and out, in and out, a deep lode of pleasure gathering in my groin. John for his part was now wanking vigorously. As if she could sense the inevitable, she whispered, "come in my ass." I pumped hard, and the pleasurable wave grew like a balloon about to burst. Finally, I allowed my muscles to relax and released stream after stream of hot semen into her ass. Her ass puckered around my cock as I rammed it home, determined to take every last ounce of pleasure from her ass. "Ohhh," she said, "I can feel it inside." My cum filled her up, and even bubbled up to the outside as I slid out. She put her hand on mine, paused and looked me in the eyes. Then she explored the dirty mess or her ass with her fingers, then licked them clean. We looked over, and John was masturbating furiously. I dismounted, and went to cleaned up, in the bathroom. While in there, I heard John ask, "How come I never get your ass?" Holley's reply was, "you never made me come." Then I heard a small moan from John. I finished washing hands and poked my head in the door. They were both under the covers. "I'm going to go..." I said, but Holley countered, "Nonsense. It's too late. John, you won't be weird in the morning will you sweetie?" "No. It 'sokay." The next morning, I awoke on the couch feeling refreshed. No hangover, no regrets. John stumbled in, looking like hell, mumbled good morning, and made coffee. "Holley's in the shower," he said. I nodded. "You can join her if you want." I thought about it. Big, glistening soapy breasts. But Julianne had allowed me the night. I didn't want to take advantage. So I left with a quick goodbye to John, and drove home. Me and John avoided each other for awhile, until we bumped into one another at a company retreat a few months later. Holley left him awhile back he said, but by his side was a lovely Asian woman who seemed quite happy with him. He seemed happy to see me, and neither of us brought up the fateful night. The only hint he gave was, "Oh by the way, I gave up drinking." As for Holley, Julianne kept up with her on facebook. She moved away, but would visit us occasionally when she was in town. Eventually she enter out lives again, after Julianne expressed regret at never having tried the lesbian experience. Did I repay the favor to Julianne's leniency and Holley's openness by letting them have their one and only lesbian sexual experience together? Not exactly. But that's another story. For now, I live on with Julianne, having raised her interest in sex enough to never need anything more than her. Couple's Night Out Michelle loved Joe with all her heart. He was a miracle in her life. Everyday she thought about how lucky she was to have him, how good he was to her, and she gave thanks to the powers that be. She and Joe had been together nearly fifteen years. The start had been passionate, but rough. She had already been married and pregnant when they got together. Her first husband had abandoned her as if she were some kind of breeding stock! Her libido was very fired up at the time. It had no outlet. They had sex on their first "date". She had known him for years before that, but never considered sex with him because she was married and faithful. Strangely, the relationship, which many might call a rebound, had worked out beautifully. They had gotten married and were very happy. However they never really had time alone together without the kids. All though the years he had asked her what she wanted during sexual encounters. She found it difficult to say out loud in words what she wanted but she sometimes managed to say a few things. "To be fucked." for instance, or, "Anything, let's just get started." She felt bad that although she was very sexual, she couldn't say specifics the way he seemed to want. The kids (they now had two) got older and Michelle felt that they were now old enough to be left alone overnight. Her mind began to work through scenarios. She started to plan for a very special, hot night alone. She told him that this was something she wanted just to test the waters with him, and make sure he would be open to it. He seemed to like the idea. Michelle decided this year, for Valentine's Day, she would surprise her husband with something completely new. Michelle and Joe had gotten obsessed with anal sex over the past seven years or so. They had tried it once but in ignorance, with little prep and no lube other than that naturally made by Michelle it didn't go well at all. Still Joe had continued to use fingers on her frequently and at times, even his tongue. Recently Michelle had done some research into how to do anal well. She had ordered her first shipment of toys. Now she had a really nice lube and a butt plug. It had bead like "knobs" that got bigger and bigger on it. They had played with that and found it very exciting. Joe was a little surprised that Michelle took the whole toy in and was seemingly begging for more the very first time they played with it. Now Michelle wanted more: she wanted Joe inside her ass! The night before her surprise for Joe, they were screwing in bed. It was hitting both of them just right. Joe was on top of her, his pelvic bone hitting her clit hard each time he stroked into her. This was a rare position for them. They were both about to boil over. Joe stopped, to keep from coming just yet. Michelle opened her green eyes. She looked into Joe's deep blue eyes. She decided to do what he had been asking her for all along. She had made that decision a long time ago, but so far, the words wouldn't come. Now, to her surprise, they did. "Do you want to know what I want to do with you sexually tomorrow night?" She asked, fully aware that he was trying to hold off an orgasm right then. Michelle wondered if the words she were about to say would push him over the brink. He blinked at her, as if shocked that she would have things she could admit she wanted to do, or really speak about them at all. "Yes." He said slightly out of breath from jack hammering into her just before, and being so close to coming. "First I want to put that anal toy in you. While I work that in and out of you, I want you to fuck my mouth, forcefully, by using my hair to control me. I want you to come in my mouth. I want to suck every bit of your come down my throat and swallow it." She told him this, watching his face and feeling him twitch inside her. His pupils got bigger. Joe stayed completely still on the outside. His cock was still buried deeply inside Michelle's pussy. It felt so good there but he couldn't keep that hot joint completely still just then, even though he was trying to hold off. "I would also like you to do some oral on me with, ice chips, until you are hard again," She continued, with her eyes still locked on his. A naughty little smile tugged at her lips as she continued. "Next, I want you to fuck my cunt, while using the anal toy, which we will have to wash first, on me. When you get me really ready I want YOU in my ass, while I put the vibrating, dildo that also stimulates my clit in my cunt. After you come in my ass and I come, then the rest of the night is up to you." He didn't say anything right away, just pulled her up and positioned her on her knees going at her doggie style, which was her favorite position and also one of his favorites, until they both came hard. Later, while they lay side by side, he had comments to make. Although generally wonderful, he was a bit of a curmudgeon, quick to point out why something wouldn't work. "That might be difficult, you know. What all you want to do, I mean with the kids around." He said. "We could get caught just washing the toys off, in between." Michelle smiled, turning on her side and putting one leg across his middle. She touched him, her hand traveling down his torso and gliding on his skin. "Oh, but we aren't going to be home. The kids will not be with us." She said softly, watching his face as he took that little bit of information in. He looked excited, and perhaps a bit apprehensive. Michelle told Joe to be sure not to eat too much, sleep too little or drink too much cause they were going to do the full anal thing for the first time, if she had anything to say about it. They fell asleep with hands laced, smiles on their faces, sated for the night. The next day, Michelle was very busy with the kids and some work outside the home. Around 3:30, she slipped out of the house with their son Drake, telling her husband nothing. Joe still didn't know where they were going, exactly. She wanted a great deal of the night to be a surprise and romantic. She grabbed up her assorted bags from the house transferred them to the car, and with Drake, drove to the hotel. They went to check in and make the room ready. Drake helped Michelle carry everything and get the room ready. Together they put out cobalt blue dishes and wine goblets. They also placed sixteen vanilla scented tea lights; French bread and a semi dry red wine in the room. Michelle stocked the mini fridge in the suite with three kinds of cheeses and grapes; and placed the knives, corkscrew, whipping cream, bananas and chocolate syrup. She didn't tell Drake what the whipping cream and such was for, all she said was "desert." She let Drake help her put a trail of rose petals from the door of the suite and throughout both rooms. The child was clearly jealous about the chocolate and whipped cream. She promised him a nice desert the next day if he and his sister did well on their night home alone. While Drake put on his swim suit she unpacked the sexy lingerie, swim suits and sex toys, knowing the child was so excited about swimming he wouldn't even see them. She put the butt plug on the coffee table with the lube. Michelle put the fine grade sand paper, G and/or P spot toy, vibrating dildo with clit stimulator, and massager, which she went ahead and plugged in near the bed in the bedroom. She put three different swimsuits in the living room, that she knew he liked her to wear and three different bustier and garter sets in the bedroom, draping such things over the TV and other furniture that they would not be using that night. Michelle took Drake down to swim, bringing the ice bucket with her. As she suspected, Drake didn't notice a single thing. He was far too caught up in his own ideas of fun, swimming and video games. There she sat at the side of the pool, and thought about what she hoped would happen that night while Drake had fun swimming. Michelle always liked to get her money's worth. The suite was only $109.per night before taxes, and her son loved to swim, so she had arranged this. Her teen daughter didn't feel like swimming that particular day. She was sorry her precious girl had missed out on the fun. The hotel also had a free cocktail and snack reception each night and full breakfast in the morning. Michelle didn't really expect to use either but she wanted to let Joe know about it in case he did. She hoped they would be too busy doing naughty things to one another. Joe had expressed worry that her plans might keep him from work the next night. She would never try to interfere with his work, and that fear of his stung her a bit. But she wasn't about to let anything ruin her long wished for dream night away! Michelle had assured him that would not happen. He had also seemed a bit worried that he would not be able to live up to her elaborate scenario. So she had told him, she would simply be thrilled to be alone with him, and whatever he did, or didn't want to do was just fine. She meant it, too. In truth, this wasn't her exact dream scenario but in some ways, it was better. Her dream was to do a picnic in the woods and fuck in wooded seclusion that was also semi public. That sort of thing would carry the risk of getting caught, though. In the hotel room, they'd be more comfortable, and there were no worries about interruptions. After Drake had swum his little heart out, he also tried out the hot tub. He frequently shouted for her to "see" something he was doing. He was a happy adolescent boy showing off for his mother. She didn't read a single word of the book she had brought between watching his shenanigans, and her day dreaming about the Valentine's night to come. She took the boy back up to change, and put the ice bucket in the mini fridge. They went home. Joe was still behind a computer. He didn't even notice that his son had been swimming. Michelle chuckled; telling herself a joke about men, in her head, then went to get a shower. For the first time in a long time she found herself shaving her entire genital region. For another surprise, she put on a red widow maker with a red G-string and pulled her stockings up into the garters. The outfit was trimmed in black. It was from Frederick's of Hollywood and was given to her by her first husband, just before he had walked out. She had thought that strange of him. He'd left her pregnant given her this sexy thing and said he was sure she would get plenty of use out of it! Michelle had been furious, because she had been completely faithful throughout their horrible marriage. Still, a naughty little voice inside her head had said, "Damned right, I will! Just you wait, jerk!" She had worn it on several occasions, even out in public with a black leather mini skirt in New Orleans. Michelle looked over all the sexy garments she had found, unpacked and washed earlier in the week. She was unable to remember when she had last worn any of them. She put them on, and then over the top she donned a plain top and blue jeans, trying to look as innocuous as possible. Michelle only wanted to look fresh and wholesome until she took off her clothes for Joe. Soon it was time. Dinner had been eaten and cleaned up. She picked up a bag with a few last things in it. All afternoon she had thought of more things to add into the evening. Joe and Michelle gave the kids hugs and kisses goodnight. Michelle called out a few last minute instructions to her two precious kids. "Call us only if it is an emergency, otherwise I expect you each to be in charge of yourselves, only! That means if the bleeding won't stop, or the house is on fire, call. Other than that, be nice to each other or leave each other alone," She said. As she left she checked her cell phone to make sure the kids could reach her if they needed to. They would only be about five minutes away just in case. They weren't really expecting a call or that they would have to rush home. The kids were old enough to handle most things at home very well. The kids were actually looking forward to being alone. The couple went to her car. since Joe didn't know where they were going. On the way Michelle filled him in on a few things. That she had gotten help selecting a bottle of wine she hoped they would both like. He was a bit of a wine snob. She usually preferred slightly sweet things to drink. The combination wasn't the easiest thing to accommodate in one wine. She told him that she wanted to blindfold him, while she made some last minute preparations before he saw the rooms. He seemed a bit worried still, but agreeable for the moment. She had him l close his eyes and put the blindfold on him then tugged him into the suite. While he stood there she ran around and lit the candles, turned on the music and grabbed the lube. They had about six CD's they both loved, out of hundreds. So she had brought them to mask some of the sound they might make. Considering that they didn't know how thin the walls in this hotel were she thought this was a good idea! Michelle told him he could take off the blindfold, but instead, he walked forward right into an armoire. Guilt immediately flooded her. Michelle began to think maybe all of this was a mistake. She settled him into a chair. Michelle tried to make him comfortable as he cussed and rubbed his leg. Joe smiled at her and told her he was fine, not to worry. Michelle reached her hand out to stoke his fine sharp cheekbone, tears glittering in her eyes because she had let him get hurt. Thinking some alcohol might help, she went to get the wine. "I want us to taste this first to make sure it's okay. We can go get free drinks for the next two hours in the lobby if it's not," She said. "Maybe it will make you feel better too." She felt she needed the liquid lubrication because she had been in pain 24/7 for over a week and, in fact, had brought some pills just in case she needed them. One way or another, she was going to take a break from that pain and enjoy this precious night alone with her husband. His blue eyes lit up looking at the bottle. "This should be great," he said, taking the nearby corkscrew and opening the wine. Michelle got the cobalt blue wine goblets (a wedding present to them) and he poured for them. They moved to the couch tasting the red wine, both liked it. He looked around the room, then got up and looked at the bathroom and bedroom. "You've really put a lot of thought and preparation into this," he said. "I hope you aren't disappointed," he added, coming back to sit beside her again. She wasn't able to stand not touching him anymore, and put her long legs across his lap. "I could never be disappointed with you, my love," she said, kissing him. Joe kissed her back. They melted together. When the kiss broke, she looked into his eyes. She asked him if he wanted to go downstairs for free drinks, do what she had outlined for the night, or something else of his choosing? "I don't know that I can do everything you said you wanted fully, but I'd like to at least try." He said. She grinned. "Cool, then, let me just get you to stand up over there near that big chair. Then I'll undress a little," Michelle said. She slowly pealed off the sharp stiletto black boots, then the shirt, which showed the cups of the red outfit underneath about to spill her tits out. Finally she took off the blue jeans that revealed the stockings, garters and red G-string. His eyes and face showed keen interest in all of this. Joe shucked off his own clothes quickly. She lubed up the anal plug and his ass, then handed the plug to him to insert, as they both preferred. Grabbing the can of whipped cream she sprayed some on his engorged cock and slid down to her knees to suck on him. Joe took Michelle's long blonde locks into his hand and bucked his cock at her a few times. He never really got rough with her like she had asked him too, though. She choked a little. They both laughed but Joe was moaning, too, with her working that toy in and out of his ass like that, while she was sucking on his cock. The whipped cream was mostly eaten off of him, but what remained soon looked like come that had frothed on Michelle's face and Joe's cock. Michelle squirted some chocolate on him, too. She continued to suck at him, and his eyes rolled back into his head while he groaned. Joe didn't want to come yet. So eventually he stopped them and they went over to the couch, where they had spread a hotel towel, just in case there were any messy spills. They drank some more wine. Joe asked Michelle what she wanted to do next. She turned red, and repeated that she would like him to give her some oral with ice. For years now, Michelle hadn't really enjoyed receiving oral sex, while Joe had wanted to give it to her. In fact, Michelle had been unable to enjoy a lot of things for a long time because of a past relationship. Now, though, she had been on the Internet with Joe's permission, she had been role-playing and even cybering with other men. She had even cybered with some women. Her libido had gone into overdrive. Her natural enjoyment of all things sexual had been given back to her because Joe loved and trusted her enough to give her the freedom to explore! Now, Joe was reaping the dividends of his love and support. Michelle told him that there was a bucket of ice in the mini fridge. He got it, placing it on the coffee table. Then he knelt before the sofa, pulling Michelle's legs toward him while opening them up. He pulled her to the edge of the couch. Pulling aside her G string, Joe found another surprise, that she had shaved her entire mound for him bare. He looked at her with a smile on his lips and in his eyes. He began to lick her outer lips. She jumped at first, from the frosty ice, but soon got used to it. Michelle had missed playing with ice for a few years. Soon, she was in a wet cool heaven that Joe made of her with his mouth. He nibbled and licked. He put ice inside her and finger fucked her. He sucked at her clit. It was simply wonderful. She found it surprising how hot she could feel when the ice ran out, and then how cold it was when Joe added more ice. Michelle absolutely loved it! As Joe licked and sucked at her, he also pushed fingers into her. Secretly Michelle always wondered how many fingers he could get into her. One of her fantasies was about that very thing. He managed to get four fingers in her this Valentine's night. Michelle was very close to coming but like Joe, she didn't want to come yet. She wanted to come with Joe inside her. She loved the way he felt when he was inside her. It was one of her favorite feelings in the world. She pulled Joe up and kissed his mouth as a way of signaling that she enjoyed what he was doing, but wanted to move on to other things. Joe washed the butt plug off in the bathroom sink. They went into the bedroom, walking on the rose petal pathway and lying on the petals on the bed. Michelle got on her knees, looking over her shoulder for Joe with a wicked smile. He dripped the cold lube on her tiny ass hole, making her jump a little and laugh. Then he worked the butt plug into her. Michelle felt so tight that she was worried how they would get Joe's much bigger cock inside her ass, but she was determined to do it this time. She figured it would hurt. She expected that she wouldn't really enjoy it but at least they would know what it was like and be able to say, "We did it!" Michelle was a little worried too that Joe might like it so much that he would want to do it more than fucking her vagina. If it did hurt and she didn't enjoy it, well, she didn't want to think about what the result of that might be. She trusted Joe to not want to keep hurting her, or do anything unpleasant to her but still that slight worry tugged at her. She felt the plastic come through her first sphincter and gasped. It hurt a little, but it also felt so good! She could only imagine how much better Joe's real warm cock would feel if they managed to get it in her. Couple's Night Out Joe began to move the bead-like parts of the butt plug in and out of her. She was moaning by now. and pushing back for more. Joe put his cock inside her pussy making her getting even wilder. He handed her the vibrator to put on her clit. She thought she would surely shoot off at any minute but she didn't want to yet. She wanted to wait for the big event. After a short while Michelle was getting pretty crazy under Joe. She had gotten so wet! She was so wet and excited, she couldn't imagine ever getting to be moreso. Michelle figured it was time. She told Joe that and he took the toy out. It seemed to Michelle that it took forever for him to lube up his cock and her ass again. She turned her head to Joe, and kissed his mouth hard. "Please enter my ass as fast as you can." She said. She doubted that he would do that, because he was so afraid of hurting her, but that was what she hoped he would do. It hurt so bad getting through that first sphincter that she wanted to have him shove through it fast, that so the good feelings could start that much faster. Joe did it! Much to Michelle's surprise he shoved roughly into her making her give a little scream of pain. Then he held still but not for long. He was in her ass! If felt so incredible to Michelle! She pushed back at him with a whimper of raw need. Every movement he made inside her, even the slightest ones, felt so damn good she couldn't believe it! Each time he moved just made her nerves feel like they were exploding with pleasure. Michelle had fantasized about this for over a decade. Now, it was finally happening, but never did she think it would feel so damned good! Joe must have been feeling good, too. Soon he came hard, inside Michelle's ass hole! He was still hard, though. He kept moving inside her for a while, causing her to moan and mew with pleasure. Michelle put her rabbit habit inside her snatch, so that the ears moved against her clit. While Joe remained inside her rectum, no matter what either of them did she couldn't seem to come, though. She could only stay on that knife-edge of pleasure, desperate for release. Joe eventually went limp, and then went to take a shower, but Michelle was determined. She had him put the butt plug back in before he left. It sort of broke the mood having to reassure him that it was okay to go take a shower, or that she hadn't come, but she loved him and did what he needed. Michelle flipped over so the butt plug would stay inside her and not slide out. She again put the Rabbit habit in her snatch vibrating it there and against her clit, but she still couldn't come. She needed more stimulation still! It boggled her mind. She got the plug in vibe and used that on her clit. Joe finished his shower and walked steamy, naked and clean into the bedroom. Michelle smiled because he was back and just then, she finally came so intensely she thought it would tear her apart. Joe got on the bed and held her as she whimpered. I wish I had a camera to see that look over and over." He said. Soon she was kissing him like a hungry woman. In fact, they were both hungry. It was good Michelle had brought food. They went back into the living room to feast on the food. They drank more wine, talked about the night so far. When they were done eating Michelle took a shower. They decided to take advantage of the indoor/outdoor pool for a swim. It was great fun to swim outside in such cold weather. To see the steam coming off of your own body was a charge. They each felt their bodies being limed with frost. It was exhilarating. Soon they swam back to the inside warmer portion of the pool. It wasn't that warm, though. So they headed to the hot tub. It was a great contrasting feeling in the hot tub. They hugged and kissed in the bubbling froth. When they were ready. They went back to their room and snuggled up talking about the night; it was their first out without the kids in so long! She asked him how it felt to him, being in her ass. He told her it felt incredible. That she was smooth and tight all the way down. "Was it tighter than my puss?" she asked. "It might have been, just a little, but you're so tight anyway it was close to the same. The thing is that your pussy adjusts to my cock, but your ass stayed tight the whole time!" He said. "We should do this more often. It's the most amazing Valentine's I've ever had," Joe said. "How about for our Anniversary in May?" Michelle answered, with a twinkle in her eyes. "That sounds just about perfect." He replied. So they did, but this time they did different things. It was another glorious sexy night out, but that is another story. Now it's almost Valentine's again. Michelle has planned to go further away this year to a Honeymoon cottage. Oh, and they both LOVE anal sex now. Joe and Michelle have added it regularly at home, as well. They still love vaginal sex too. They are experimenting with a lot of new things, but those, too, are more stories that I may tell another time.