18 comments/ 51201 views/ 9 favorites Gof Pro Surprise By: tustin92614 Hi everyone. I'm Jenna, and I'd like to share a little story with you. I've been married for a few years now, and really love my husband. He's really great, and none of what I'm about to tell you was planned. I had never even fantasized about anything like this. First, a little about me. I'm 28, about 5'4", and 110 pounds. I have shoulder length brown hair, a little wavy, and naturally firm C cups. I am very active, working out at least 3 times a week, plus I play tennis and swim a lot. I also really love to have sex, but only get it a couple times a week due to a very intense job, but try to get three or four more times in over the weekend. My hubby, Jim, is also a really great looking guy. Good posture, great smile, maybe 6"2", 190 pounds, and really athletic. He's just adorable, works hard, and loves his outdoor activities, too. I think we've had a pretty good sex life over the past 6 years. He's about the 12th guy I've been with (it's a little unclear just how many guys I had at spring break, senior year!) Although I love his body and he really satisfies me, he's probably the least endowed of the guys I've been with. (Again, a bit of a memory of a really tiny guy at spring break, but maybe it was just his finger in me!!) When we first got married, his sex drive was way more than mine, especially for the first year. I'd guess he came 2 or 3 times a day, every day, for that whole first year. We'd have intercourse at least once a day, usually more on weekends. These are usually the only times I'd ever orgasm, as he really only goes down on me to prep me for his insertion. But that was not enough for him, so I'd usually end up giving him a blowjob before or after intercourse, and almost always gave him a good-morning handjob to take care of his morning wood. Over the next few years we had intercourse a few less times a week, and blowjobs dropped off to a couple/three times a week, as well. He still likes to cum in the morning, but he just jacks it off onto his stomach about half the time now. Even though the frequency has dropped off a bit, I think we do pretty good at the creative side of things. We probably only have intercourse in the bed about half the time. Otherwise it's on the kitchen table, bent over a couch, in the swimming pool, or a little doggie in the family room while watching hockey. We still love to have sex in the shower, and sometimes even sneak to a local park to split a six-pack and do it on the playground equipment (monkey bars can be very interesting!!) I love to give road head (I specialize in not letting any liquid stain the car or his pants), and even went to his office a couple Friday's ago and crawled under his desk while he made phone calls. He really liked the office thing, and it was everything I could do to handle all his cum that afternoon. Usually his volume really drops off after the first couple spurts, so I get a chance to catch up and get my breath. But not this time, he probably got to the 7th or 8th load before they started to get smaller, and he probably spasamed almost 15 times. I still managed to keep his chair and pants from getting stained, but it was really close!! I was in the kitchen making a light dinner when he came home from work that Friday. Without saying a word, he turned off the stove, grabbed my hand, and pulled me toward the family room. He had a lust burning in his eyes that I hadn't seen in years. It was the look that let me know I was going to get fucked hard, the way he wanted to fuck me, and my resistance was futile. He reached and caressed my breasts hard, and then grabbed the bottom of my t-shirt and lifted it off in one quick motion. Even as the shirt was coming over my head, one of his hands was unbuttoning my shorts, and soon both hands were pushing my shorts to the ground. I kicked them away as he undid my bra, which hit the floor at the same time my shorts did. He put one arm around my shoulder, and the other behind my head, and pulled me into him. His tongue drove between my lips, and his hand moved to massage my breast. As our kiss grew deeper and more intense, he started kneading my sensitive nipples, and I felt the first wave of anticipation tingle in my groin. He drops his arm from my back, and lets his fingers just tease into the waistband of my little boy shorts. But his teasing lasts for only a couple seconds, and his hand pushes straight down and my little panties drop to about my knees. He pushes me back to the couch, and I sit hard, my feet flying into the air. He catches my legs, grabs the panties, and throws them to the side. His eyes are focused on my shaven and glistening mound, and they flash with an animal passion that fuels my own. His breathing is heavy and erratic as he prepares to do what males have been doing to their females for millions of years. With his eye never leaving my pussy, he takes his clothes off. As he jams his zipper down, it makes a sound like a rattle snake, warning of an impending strike. His pants and shorts come off in one motion, and his penis uncoils and lunges toward me. He is so hard that it waves in time to his heart beat, and within seconds little slivers of precum fall in silvery threads from his tip, landing on the floor next to my foot. Even at this distance I could hear his soft moans as our bodies prepared for each other. In a single motion he dropped to his knees, grabbed my knees and pulled me to the edge of the couch, and pushed my legs wide apart. I moaned loudly as he looked briefly into my eyes, and then drove his head into my lap. His tongue plunged deep into me, and I felt his mouth surround my entire inner lips. He pulled back, sucking them hard, while his tongue gyrated in me. His mouth moved up, and his tongue was replaced by two fingers, which starting moving in and out of me. His mouth was now around my hood, and his tongue rhythmically stroked up and down it, filling my whole body with incredible and intense pleasure. He stayed working on my clit for well over a minute, and just as I was feeling the ache of orgasm building, he stands up, lifting my legs onto his shoulders. As he stands up, my butt comes off the couch, and I feel his cock brush against my pussy. He pulls back slightly and puts its tip at my opening, and then pauses. He lifts his eyes slowly, and looks at me deeply. His eyes still show lust, but they now burn with the macho satisfaction of domination, as how a cat looks when he corners the mouse. And here, just like with the cat, he teases me. My pussy is wet and vibrating. It wants to suck in his penis, and feel it pound into me. But he lets it slide in ever so slowly. Inch after inch it snakes into me, and then he pulls it out in one quick motion. Then, he repeats. Letting it sit at the opening, and letting me draw it in so slowly. With each slow stroke I moan a louder and louder "fuck me now!" Finally he gives into his own passion and begins driving his dick in and out of me with abandon. His moans turn to a yell of "oh my god,", and my moans are now a constant wail. Our heavy wooden coach creaks in pleasure as he drives me deep into the cushions, the couch squeaking its approval as he grinds me harder and harder. My pussy aches for release as the tension becomes unbearable. Soon I feel a first jolt deep in my pussy, and my breathing stops. My hips pull away from him, and my shoulders push back hard into the couch. The jolt grows until it explodes through my whole body, and leaving my pussy spasaming in its aftershock. Wave after wave of release-shocks flow through me, and I feel the tension release from my pussy. Just as the first fog of satisfaction starts to roll over me, I hear Jim give a final yell "fuck!!" Spurt after spurt of his warm jizz splash into me, filling me with his cum, and making his final strokes velvety and slick. After his last spasm, he stands for a minute with me in him. He finally pulls out, and sits down next to me, giving me a big hug. I would have liked to cuddle more, but there was a huge torrent of his cum running down my legs!! So later we had a really nice dinner and watch some TV. No more sex that Friday. On Saturday, I woke up just as the sun was rising. It was a beautiful morning, with a light breeze blowing into our bedroom. I looked over to Jim, and had to giggle. I've seen this for years, but still haven't gotten used to it. He was sound asleep, snoring, flat on his back, with a rock-solid hard-on. He sleeps naked and with a light sheet over him, so it looked like a little sail boat in the middle of our bed. I looked at it for awhile, swaying gentle as he breaths, the sheet waving lightly in the light breeze. Doing his morning wood is something that always made me feel good, and it only takes a couple minutes. I quietly roll over and open my nightstand drawer. I pull out a bottle of Astroglide lubricant, and squirt a huge amount of it into the center of my palm. I close my hand so all my fingers get fully slick, and gently lift the sheet off his dick. I softly put my hand around him, and begin long, slow up and down strokes on his shaft. It takes a few strokes, but he soon is softly moaning his approval, and by about the 10th stroke his eyes are open and looking at his dick in a very satisfied way. I grip even tighter, and move my hand faster, and add a little twisting motion each time when my hand is on his head. I cup his balls with my other hand, and soon he mumbles, "I'm going to cum!." I make my strokes shorter, just concentrating on his head and rim, and I feel his body tighten. His hips lunge forward, and a first thick stream flies from him and lands on his shoulder. He knows I like to see his cum land on his face, and my aim was perfect for the next two spurts. Both fly right to his nose, leaving a rope of cum draped across his mouth and chin. Considering I drank about 6 ounces of it yesterday, he sure made a big deal out of the 3 or 4 drops of cum that made it into his mouth!! We were laughing as the last tension dripped to his stomach. I sat up and gave him a big kiss, and moved a little more cum into his mouth!! After a minute or so, we got up and showered. The past 24 hours had been just like our first year of marriage, and even though it was great, it made me realized how much I missed all the passion. Jim had a mid morning round of golf set. He's been trying to get better for years, and regularly takes lessons with a pro, Bill. Today, Bill and Jim are going to go out and play a round, and maybe do some work on the driving range. Now, I don't golf, but I love to go out and ride with the guys, drink some beer, and ogle the hot guys at the local course. So, since I had nothing else to do, I asked Jim if I could tag along, and he readily agreed. We got to the course at about 10 am, and checked in. I had never met Bill before, and was really surprised. I had expected someone much older and maybe out of shape. But Bill was easily 2 or 3 years younger than me, and looked like a surfer: trim, lean, and laid-back. He was just a little shorter than Jim, but really athletic. He has longer blonde hair, and wore a pair of loose shorts that showed off his lean and ripped legs. And even through his light athletic shirt, I could see the outlines to his abs. But it was his eyes that got me. When I first walked in the pro shop, I felt him look at me. I glanced back, and caught his eyes darting away from me, as if I'd caught him doing something wrong. When we were checking in, and very close, he kept looking at me, giving me little smiles, and furtively glancing at my breasts. It's the kind of thing that guys do when they start flirting with you, and I was surprised how good it made me feel. We got the cart, and since there's only two seats, I was going to have to sit on someone's lap. I guess I had assumed that Bill would drive and I would sit on Jim, but as we walked up the cart, Bill chimes, "Jim , why don't you drive this time. I don't want your beautiful wife distracting your game!" They both laugh as Bill tosses Jim the key. Jim gets behind the wheel, and Bill sits in the passenger seat. As I lean in to step into the cart, Bill looks deep into my eyes, smiles slightly, and then slowly drops his eyes to take in my body. I take some additional time sitting down, giving him enough time to fully appreciate my full breasts, the flatness of my stomach, and the tightness of my legs. I sit down in the center of his lap. As his arm came around my waist to help hold me in, a shiver went through my whole body. "I think this is going to be a very fun day," I say as I smile back at Bill. He also smelled really good. The first couple holes were pretty uneventful. It was really great watching Bill tee off. When he bent to place the ball, he bent over straight from the waist, letting his shorts run up the back of his legs, showing off his firm upper thighs and butt. They were loose enough that when he was fully bent, just the round curves of his butt started to show. And I loved the way he looked in this follow-through. Completely stretched out; long; lean; and confident. As we finished at the second green and were driving to the third tee, I felt Bill's hand run along my thigh. Since my skirt was so short, his hand was against my bare skin. His hands felt so strong, yet smooth and gentle. It felt like he was exploring every pore on my leg. He continued caressing my thighs, and with each pass moving further up my leg until his hand pressed firmly into my butt cheek. He gave out a very soft "Oh my god" as he realized just how small my panties were. His hand felt soooooo good on my butt. I must have given off a noise, as Jim looks at me and asks, "Are you OK?" "Everything is great. I'm having a wonderful time," I casually respond. As I respond, Bill runs his hand up my side, and lets his fingers explore the side of my breast. He lets out another soft "oh my god" as he realizes I'm not wearing a bra. He gently strokes the side of my breast, but he's not able to get to my nipple without Jim seeing. So, I lean forward a bit, and rotate a little so my left shoulder blocks Jim's view of my right breast. Bill whispers, "Thank you," as his thumb and forefinger start kneading my nipple. I have very sensitive nipples, and I sense my breathing becoming heavier as he continues to rub me. When we get to the hole, Jim gets out to take his shot. He always takes a long time to line up, so I walk back behind the cart with Bill. "Let me get your driver for you," I say as I reach up to get his club. Bill is behind me, and his hands go up inside my shirt, and he cups both my breasts with his hands. He pulls me back into him, and my hand instinctively reaches back to find his penis. He rubs my breasts softly and sensually, and ends by rubbing both nipples very aggressively. My hand easily found his dick, and I let my fingers gently run up and down his long shaft. Bill quickly releases me as Jim finishes his shot. As Jim walks to the cart, and Bill is setting his ball, Jim looks at me and then my breasts. "Wow, looks like it's cold out today!" he laughs as he looks at my nipples sticking through my shirt. He gives one of them a little 'honk' squeeze. His hands didn't feel as good as Bill's did on my breast. We all get back in the cart, and this time when I go to sit down, Bill leaves his hand on his lap, facing up. As I sit down, I flick the back of my skirt up, and set my butt into his hand. I'm wearing panties that are just barely bigger than a thong, so he is able to massage my entire butt. I let my right hand drop to his thighs, and move it back so I am massaging his butt, too. Jim and Bill talk a lot of golf between holes, so Bill has to behave himself. We get out at the next tee, and I grab his driver out of his bag again. I let my fingers rub up and down the shaft and then put my hand firmly around it as I simulate long, slow strokes. I take the end of the shaft to my lips, run my tongue over the tip, and then kiss the end gently. "Your shaft is firmer than Jim's. That must mean you know how to use it better." With that I take his balls from his hands. "Let me kiss your balls for good luck," I say as I suck one of the balls nearly all the way into my mouth. I hand the moistened ball back to him. "You're so hot," is all he can stammer. He turns to watch Jim finish his tee shots. "Hey, here's a little gift for you", I say as he looks back to see me putting my panties into a pocket in his bag. At this point I could see the distinct outline of a really good-looking penis extending deep into his right pocket. When I got to get back into the cart, I could see Bill's shorts all tented up on the right side. I carefully stepped in, flicked my skirt back again, and set myself onto him. With just a little adjustment, I positioned his rod against my pussy. Even through his shorts his member felt magnificent. I could feel the shaft sitting not quite parallel against my slit, and its head was near my clit. As Jim drove, the bumps and vibrations of the cart made him slide sensually against me. By slightly shifting my body, I could make his head ride against my clit. It was a long ride the 5th hole, and about half way there, I felt Bill's hand pushing under my butt. I rose slightly, and soon one of Bill's fingers was in me, and then a second one slipped rhythmically across my clit. "You guys look deep in thought," I heard Jim say. Bill's fingers pulled out of me. "No!" I say with too much passion. "I'm just tired and enjoying the relaxing day. Plus, I'm feeling that beer I had at the second hole," I said, trying to recover. But even as I spoke, Bill's head continued to slide up and down along my clit. At the next hole, as I pull Bill's driver out of his bag, I turn around and raise my shirt, and without missing a beat Bill's mouth was furiously sucking on my nipples. At the same time, his other hand is between my legs, and two of his fingers move in and out of me. It only lasted a few seconds, but it was one of the most intense and compact sexual experience I ever had. As he pulled away from me, we both burned with lust, but the satisfaction of giving such intense pleasure was almost overwhelming. As he turned to go the tee box, I noticed the front of his shorts were obviously wet. Probably both from my wet rubbing on the outside, but I also had to believe he was letting out a lot of precum. Anyway, I opened the cooler and tossed him a wet bottle of water, and pointed to his shorts. Just as he looked up, Jim said, "you gotta be more careful with that water. Looks like you spilled half the bottle on your shorts!" In response, Bill just laughs, and takes a drink. Bill and Jim talk a lot again on the way to next hole, but I hear none of the chatter. I am so hot and just concentrate on the desire building between my legs. I can feel the drops of wetness growing in me, and rolling to the edge of my opening. I am so aroused, and so slippery, that I know I can easily take Bill's cock into me, and with my tightness, he will feel pleasure like never before. We finally get to the hole, and I pick up Bill's balls from the holding tray in the cart. As usual, Bill and I move to the back of the cart while Jim tees off. This time I let Bill get his own shaft, and as he does, I put my legs shoulder length apart, and raise the front of my skirt. Bill's eyes are fixed on my shaven and shiny pussy. With all the stimulation, my inner lips are fully extended and already open, and the tip of my clit is clearly visible to him. I take his first golf ball and put it fully inside of me. Bill's jaw just drops as the ball disappears. I lean back slightly, and shoot the ball out of me. It shoots out fast, and lands 4 or 5 feet in front of me. I do the same with the second ball. From the look on Bill's face, he definitely got the message that my pussy could squeeze and massage his dick like never before. Gof Pro Surprise Ch. 02 I'm not even sure where to begin. The last couple weeks have just been a blur, and I never expected to be writing about such personal matters, even on a mostly anonymous site. None of this story will make any sense unless you read my account of a prior hook-up I had with my husband's golf pro. For those that can't take the time to read it, I will very briefly summarize our prior day together. A couple weeks ago I drove the golf cart while my husband (Jim) and his golf pro (Bill) worked on Jim's game. Well, I ended up having a couple too many beers and a few too many shots of tequila (I left that out of the first story), and seriously fooled around with Bill on the golf course, with Jim right next to us. A bit later, with my hubby still very close by, Bill got to enjoy my mouth, and eventually he ended up using my pussy to stain his office chair really well!! It was never clear to me if Jim figured out what I was doing with Bill, but I can't imagine him not knowing. Especially when my husband walked into Bill's office just after we finished, and the strings of cum were still falling from Bill's chair, and both me and Bill's office strongly smelled of sex. Jim and I never talked about it, and even if he knew, his sex-making quantity and quality dramatically increased after that day. I expected the thing with Bill to be a one-time fling. And here is where the new story starts. I wrote and published the first story as a way to work through what happened with Bill, and also as a bit of a confession. Yes, I know that telling a few thousand people on Literotica about my affair is not a "confession," but it felt good to write about it. Well, it took a few days to publish, and when it finally did, the community's reaction stunned me. Within minutes of it being published, my email filled with "anonymous feedback" from readers. From readers that wanted to see me burn in hell, or to die in a blaze of gasoline, or to have my eyes gouged out. The outrage and hate directed toward me was harsh and graphic. And it continued for days. Over 98% of my comments were hate-filled, anonymous, and from men that felt deeply angry and hurt about my story. All this unexpected and irrational anger at first confused me, but as the weekend progressed, their consistent angry and intensely passionate reaction started to make a bit more sense. In fact, it helped me understand Jim's response to my first time cheating. When I woke up the next morning after my sex-filled day cheating with Bill, I fully expected Jim to leave me, or at least be so angry that he wouldn't be able to speak to me. But, instead, Jim asked me to get up and brush my teeth (stale beer breath – yuck) and come back to bed. After I got back in, he proceeded to eat me like he hadn't done in years, and pounded me like it was our honeymoon again. A few minutes later, he took me again in the shower, and I ate him later at (for) breakfast. Instead of being angry or punishing me for cheating, he not only seemed OK with it, but it madly aroused him. And he's stayed constantly horny since that day, and he's been happier than I've ever seen him. I don't get it, but I like to see Jim this way. Over the weekend, as men continued to puke up their vile email, I did some research on cuckolding. I guess I generally knew it as a sexual fetish, but I had no idea how common it was, or what a powerful aphrodisiac is was for so many men. I also failed to understand how many men are terrified of it. I am aware that many men are violently homophobic due to there own sexual insecurities, and now, I understand that men can also be phobic of cuckolding, I expect for the same reasoning. It must be overwhelming to live in fear that deep inside you actually want some other man to take your woman, and know he will satisfy her more than you can. And moreover, that knowing she is with him, or watching him take her, will arouse you as never before. Rather than understand or face the fear, these men lash out, and pretend their fantasy does not exist. But for those that so violently reject their cuckolding fantasy, such lashing out is in vain. Living the lie eventually pushes the woman into someone else's arms anyway, but permanently. The passion, the venom, and the sexual tension that cuckolding provokes in these men is enormous, and to ignore its impact is futile. I understand now that by Bill so completely satisfying me, and by doing it in front of Jim, that Jim was able to reach levels of arousal and sexual satisfaction he never had before. I may not understand it, and I may never have dreamt of doing this, but I want Jim to be happy. So, this past Sunday, I took a break from reading my hate mail, and set up a special day for Jim and me. There's a golf resort not too far from where we live, and they have a wonderful weekday special. They offer a huge resort room, a day of golf, use of a golf cart, and a bottle or really good wine for only $200. I called to Jim to make sure he could take Tuesday off, and then confirmed my reservation, and set a mid-afternoon tee time. On Tuesday, we slept in a little bit, went out for a very late breakfast, and got to the resort at about 2pm. We checked in and went to the room to get into our golfing clothes. The front desk upgraded us (for free!!) to a junior suite. The room was spectacular!! We were on the third floor, and overlooked a wooded area at the base of some very rugged hills. The suite had a main living area that also had a kitchen, and a huge master bedroom suite. The bedroom had a king bed, as well as a big sofa and entertainment center. One wall of the bedroom was nearly all glass, with a set of glass French doors leading to an enclosed outdoor patio. The patio had a full set of chairs and recliners, and its own refrigerator. Our tee time was for 3, and Jim wanted to hit a few on the range before going out. So, we quickly changed into our golfing attire (or more precisely, my golf-cart-driving attire!!). Although I put on a golfing outfit, I did not plan to do any golfing today. I do, however, look pretty good in my short, tight skirt, and matching button-up shirt. Jim looked good too, in his blue checkered shorts and polo shirt. As a couple, we would be turning a few heads today! For the most part, golfing with Jim was pretty uneventful. It was a really busy day on the course, so there was little opportunity to do anything else except to golf. Although, we did manage to have some fun between the 6th and 7th holes of the back 9. For the first time, the drive between holes became very private and secluded. As we drove, I reached over to Jim and unzipped his shorts, and put my hand inside. He was not wearing any underwear, so my hand easily grabbed his shaft, and I pulled it out. He put his foot up on the cart's seat, and I dropped one knee to the floor, and put the other near his foot on the bench. I let my mouth surround him, and sucked him into me as hard as I could. Jim let out a loud "ohhh" as my lips slipped over his rim and my mouth consumed his head. My lips slide up and down his shaft, caressing his whole length, while my tongue explored his rim and head. After a few strokes, I let his head rest deep in my mouth, and then with a deliberate push, forced him into my throat. His uncontrollable gasp of "of fuck" let me know he was enjoying my deep-throating. His precum tasted good, and soon my mouth was filled with the taste of his bulging tension. I couldn't finish him, however, as a cart came up behind us, and I had to release my grip on him and sit up. As I helped him put his dick back in his shorts, a few drops of thick white liquid grow at his tip, and roll down his shaft. "Damn it," he stammered. "I was only a couple seconds away from cumming." The rest of the golfing experience was uneventful, and we ended up having a few drinks at the 19th hole, and then headed back to the room. By the time we got back, it was almost 7. "Let me order room service," I said. "And let's get a shower." I called and ordered a some small appetizers and a couple bottles of wine, and stripped to take a shower. Jim joined me, but we just kissed and fondled for a bit. We were starting to get into it when there was a knock at the door. I took my hand off his penis, grabbed a towel, and headed for the door. As expected, it was room service. "Can you take all this to the patio?" I asked. "But leave one of the bottles in here." The server responded "yes" and headed out the patio doors. He set the patio table nicely, and put the wine in a table-side cooler. I tipped the server, and I went back to see what Jim was doing. Jim was in the shower, head back, just enjoying the warm water. "Hey," I said as seductively as I could. "Let's get you into something comfortable before you turn into a prune!" Jim got out of the water, and I helped dry him off. I handed him one of the hotel robes, which he put on and put loosely around him.. I took his hand, and led him to the patio. Jim sat down, and I lifted the cover to his plate. It was smoked salmon sushi, one of his favorites. The server had opened the wine, and I poured him a big glass. Jim sat back and savored his sushi and wine, and I sat next to him, gently rubbing his penis. There was another knock at the door. "I'll get it," I said. "Probably just room service again." As I stepped back into the main room, I pulled the patio door closed, and locked it. Jim heard the 'click' of the deadbolt, and looked up from his snacks, startled. I could feel his eyes on me as I opened the door. Bill walked in, and gave me a big, long hug. He looked great in his light sports shirt, and seemed like the confident kind of a guy that knew he could please a woman. I could hear the glass door rattle as Jim tried to open it, but the lock was firmly set. Bill glanced toward the patio, and then to me. "You sure about this?" he asked with great hesitation in his voice. "Yes," I said softly, as I unbuttoned his shirt and let it slide off his shoulders. I reached down and unbuckled his belt, and unsnapped his shorts, letting them fall to the ground. I pulled off his sandals, and Bill kicked his shorts into the bathroom. I walked to the closet, letting Bill stand there in just his cute little boxers. I returned with one of the hotel's bathrobes, and helped Bill put it on. I tied the sash lightly, and put my hands inside his robe. I grabbed each side of his boxers, and pulled them down. Bill kicked them away, and was now naked, except for the loose fitting robe. I grab Bill's hand, and lead him toward the balcony door. As we pass the bed, I ask him, "Grab a couple pillows for us." He pulled back the comforter, and pulled two large, soft pillows from the bed. I moved him so he is about a foot from the glass door, and facing perpendicular to it. I drop the pillows at his feet, and look out at Jim. He is standing, less than 2 feet from me, his eyes gazing at the pillows. I put my arms around Bill's neck, and he holds my waist firmly. We embrace, and share a deep, long kiss. His tongue skillfully explores my mouth, letting me know there is so much more to come soon. I pull away, and slowly drop to my knees, letting my hands drag down his chest. As I am kneeling on the pillows, I undo the knot on his robe, and let it open up. It opens just enough to expose his dick, which has not yet hardened. Even soft, Bill has an amazingly beautiful penis. It is long, probably about 4 inches, and perfectly shaped. I would expect that he is having trouble getting aroused, since my husband is watching us, and is only a couple feet away. "Relax, Bill." I say. "Jim wants us to do this. I want to do this. And I know you want to do this." I hear some noise from the balcony, and see Jim pulling a chair up the glass. He sits down, his knees up against the glass, and looks directly at Bill's dick. He really has no expression on his face, but just looks a little stunned. I push Bill's robe further apart, and start running my fingers gently along the length of his shaft. After a few seconds, it starts to grow, and rises a bit. As it rises, I let my fingers tickle the underside of the head, which causes Bill to let out his first "oh god." With one hand I cup and caress his balls, while I form an 'O' with my thumb and forefinger on the other hand, and use it to run back and forth over his rim. It takes a least 3 or 4 minutes, but Bill grows until he is rock hard, his veins bulging and the head shiny with pressure. He looks even bigger now than on the golf course. He must be over 8 inches long, with a large well-formed head. Looking at it, I am surprised that I got this all into my mouth before!! As I continue to gently stroke him, a drop of precum begins to form, and quickly grows until it rolls away from the tip. Another drop forms as I wipe the first drop on his head. As more precum comes out, I rub it over the head, making the head slippery and wet, with my lubricated strokes becoming more silky and smooth. His clear liquid drips constantly, with some of the drops fall to the floor in long, silvery threads. I let a big drop form, and just as it starts to roll away, I put my tongue on it. Not enough to contact his penis, but just enough to touch the drop. I pull back, and a thin string extends from his tip to my tongue. As I pull the string into my mouth, I look at Jim, and his eyes follow the drop into my mouth. I make eye contact with Jim, and while looking deep into Jim's eyes, I open my mouth slightly, and slowly move towards Bill's head. Jim's eyes move from my eyes to my lips, and grow big as my lips start to stretch around Bill's head. "Oh fuck!" Bill groans as my mouth sucks in his entire head. His head fills my mouth, and I let it slip in and out, and it makes a popping sound as the suction releases at the end of each stroke. As I continue to give his head a mouth massage, Bill continues to get harder, and it seems the head gets even bigger. I push my mouth further onto him, and let his head rest at the opening to my throat. I push, trying to get him in, but it won't fit. With each push, Bill gives out a little grunt, both in frustration of not fitting, and reacting to the unpleasant pressure my pushing makes at the base of his penis. I reposition myself to straighten my throat a little, and try again, but to no avail. Finally, Bill grabs the back of my head and holds his head tight against my throat. "Swallow!", he says loudly. I fight my gag reflex and swallow. As I do, his head drives into my throat, as Bill lets out a deep and passionate "unbelievable!" I begin a rhythmic pattern of full strokes, suctioning his head into my mouth as my lips move around him. When I feel his head at my throat, I push and swallow at the same time, letting him move fully into my throat. I completely bury him into me, and then pull completely off him. His taste intensifies as his tension builds, and his moans of pleasure build to a frenzy as he aches for release. As he nears completion, I shorten my strokes to concentrate on his head, which also lets me taste him better. The sweetness of his precum is replaced by a stronger, more earthy taste, letting me know to get ready for his orgasm. As I continue to blow him, Bill becomes suddenly quite, and his head tips back. His hips stop their gyration, and he pulls away from me, almost imperceptibly. "Get ready," he moans, as I let his head slip from my mouth. I grab his shaft with my hand, and continue my rhythmic stroking motion. As he loudly groans "I'm cumming!!" I move his head and point it to the glass. A few white drops appear, and then, moments later, a thick stream of cum flies from him and splatters hard against the glass door. The sudden splash makes Jim jerk back, and is so powerful that the door loudly rocks back and forth. After the first spurt, I point Bill's head back to me, and open my mouth, which is maybe 5 inches from him. I watch as the next stream shoots out, but it misses my mouth, landing on my chin. I lift his dick just a bit, and now have the aim correct. The next 3 or 4 ropes of cum shoot deep into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat in a warm splash. I move closer to him as the spurts become shorter, and finally put my mouth over his head to let the final drops flow into me. After he finishes unloading, I use my thumb and forefinger to move from his base to the tip, forcing the last bit of cum out of him. I pull away from him, carefully closing my mouth as I move off his head, so as not to lose a drop. I turn slightly to face the door, and open my mouth as I look at Jim. He looks into my mouth, which is filled with Bill's release. I tip my head back, and loudly swallow, letting Bill's warm gooey liquid flow into me. I give Bill's head a quick kiss, stand up, and give Bill another long, deep kiss. Without saying a word, Bill picks up the pillows, and tosses them against the glass. He firmly grabs me, makes me face the glass and positions me behind the pillows, and strongly places my hands against the door. He stands closely behind me, and in this position, Jim is sitting just a couple feet directly in front of me. Bill reaches around from behind, and slowly unbuttons my shirt, letting it open just a bit. He puts his hands inside my shirt, cupping and caressing each breast. His hands feel incredible as they massage my whole front, and he eventually lets my shirt fall to the floor. Jim's eyes focus on my breasts as Bill rubs them and makes my nipples hard and sensitive. "God I need you," I moan as Bill unsnaps my skirt and lets it fall to the floor. Without missing a beat, he puts his hands inside my little boy shorts, and quickly shoves them to the floor. I kick the skirt and panties away, leaving me fully naked and leaning against the glass. Bill can see Jim looking at my shaved and glistening pussy, so reaches around with both hands, and rests his hands to the side of my opening. He pulls the outer lips away, fully exposing my open and ready inner lips. He lets Jim soak in the view of my moist and waiting inner lips, and then moves his fingers to open them, too. Now, Jim has a clear view of my pussy, and from the way I feel, I'm pretty sure the tip of my clit is out in the open, too. Bill releases my lips, but they are so aroused that they stay nearly completely open. He pulls his hands away, and his arms release from around me. He stands me up straight, and I hear him grunt a little as he lays down on the floor. He scoots under me, facing up, and rests his head on the pillows. "Let me eat you like you've never been eaten before," he says softly. A tingle builds deep in my pussy, which grows to an ache as I slowly lower myself to his waiting mouth. I let a knee rest on each side of his head, and then let my knees spread farther apart, which acts to drop my pussy to his mouth. My lips are fully open, and without using any fingers, his tongue glides deeply into me. His tongue gyrates and lashes in my pussy, until it finally moves up to work my clit. After licking all sides of my hood, and flicking the exposed tip repeatedly, Bill puts his mouth around my hood and sucks deeply. As he sucks, he continues to tongue-stroke my clit, and I feel my wetness soaking his face. He removes his mouth, and puts a hand just above my hood, and presses back against my groin. This exposes more of my clit, and now almost a half an inch is exposed. Bill looks deeply into my eyes, and rolls his tongue into a tube. Slowly, ever so slowly, he lets my clit slide into his tongue-tube, sending a torrent of pleasure-ripples shooting through me. I look to see Jim staring at Bill's tongue as my clit slips in and out of it. Every part of my clit is being stimulated by his tongue. Bill puts several fingers in me, and the sensations become overwhelming as my clit fucks his tongue. The first spasm hit so fast and so hard that I screamed in shock. The spasms hit faster than ever before, and become more intense until I nearly fainted in ecstasy. As I finish, and the fog of satisfaction overcomes me, I look at Bill's glistening and wet face, and let out a very satisfied smile. Gof Pro Surprise Ch. 02 My knees are weak from the intensity of my orgasm, so I wobble as I stand up. As I move to Bill's side, I gasp, "Oh fuck, you're hard again!! I thought I just sucked out all your cum!! Oh well, I guess I'll have to fuck it some more!! Does your dick want to feel my pussy this time, or more mouth?? I will happily do either." "Pussy please," Bill politely responds, as he stands up, too. He looks around the room, and his eyes widen as he spots an oversized ottoman next to the couch. I understand what he will soon be doing to me, so I go over and pull the comforter off the bed, and carefully fold it into quarters. Bill pushes the ottoman against the glass, and I toss the comforter on top to protect it from getting stained. Without any instruction from Bill, I climb onto the ottoman and kneel on all fours, with my body parallel to the glass. Jim is standing against the glass, so is only about a foot from my pussy. "I'm fully satisfied, so this one is just about you," I say. "I'll make sure my pussy clamps on to you really hard, so just get yourself off anyway you want, and unload anywhere you want!!" Bill walks behind me, his dick rock hard and throbbing in anticipation. It looks like a baseball bat as he approaches me. I spread my knees wide, and drop my head to the ottoman. I feel his dick press lightly against my opening, and without any hesitation, it drives deeply into me. We both loudly moan our pleasure together as he hits bottom. With each stroke his thighs and balls slap loudly against my butt. His hands hold my waist tightly, easily pushing and pulling me so as to make my pussy deliver him an ultimate pleasure. His member completely fills me, but I clamp down to intensify his sensations. He drives into me with animal lust, concerned only with releasing the primal tension building in his body. His sounds are not human, but the sounds of unfettered physical sex as a male animal performs its ultimate act of conquest on its female. In this act there is nothing for the female except submission. I am being taken, and soon will be filled with his precious sex-fluid, the expression of his dominance and control over me. With a final thrust he rams his massive cock into me, and his first hot splash explodes deep in me. Splash after splash flow into me, until I am full and the excess runs in a torrent down my legs. Even after his sac is empty, he continues pounding me, until he drops to his knees in sexual exhaustion. There is a knock on the glass door. Jim is pointing to his crotch and mouthing the word "pee". Bill and I look at each other, not really sure what to do. Jim has never been violent before, and considering all the stuff he has just watched, he has had no angry reaction at all. So, I unlock the door, and Jim quickly tugs it open and runs to the bathroom. A couple minutes later, Jim comes out, and sits on the ottoman, right on the huge stain made by Bill's cum. "I'm hungry," he says. "I should eat something, too, since Bill is the only thing I've eaten since breakfast," I say as Bill and I laugh. "Although he was REALLY filling!!" I finish. So Bill picks up the phone and orders three hamburger dinners from room service. "The food won't get here for 30 or 40 minutes," Bill informed us. "I could sure use a shower." "Me too," I said. Bill and I walk to the shower, and I can feel our fluids still rolling down my legs. Bill turns the water on, and stands waiting for it to warm up. When warm, we step into the shower and close the door, which immediately begins to steam over. Jim is also in the bathroom, and takes a seat on the toilet. We begin to wash each other, and the warmth of the water and the slipperiness of the soap feels so good. "You got a little stubble here," Bill says as his soapy hand washes over my mound. "I think you need a shave," he says matter-of-factly. With that he picks up a can of Jim's shaving crème and takes a large handful. He sits on the bench, and pulls me to him. He picks up one of my legs, and puts it on the bench so that my body straddles his. He smears the crème on my groin, and takes my razor. Carefully, he shaves my entire mound and surrounding area. As he finishes, he lets his hand slide over the freshly shaven mound, and the smoothness feels tremendous. "Your turn," I say playfully. "Jim, hand me your razor," I yell over the shower wall. I hear Jim shuffle around, and the door opens and he hands in the razor. I take a good handful of shaving crème and apply it to Bill's shaft and balls. I have Bill stand by the door, and I kneel in front of him. I wipe the steam off the door in a big circle so Jim can get a full view. Bill is only partially erect, so I grab him just below the rim and pull his shaft skin taut. I use long downward strokes with the razor to shave his entire shaft, checking with each stroke to make sure I haven't cut him. I was really surprised with how much hair was on the shaft itself. After confirming that the shaft was fully smooth, I use my thumb and forefinger to circle the base of his balls, making the skin very tight. I VERY carefully shave his balls smooth. I turn him to face the water, and rinse the shaving crème off him. I turn him back to me, and pull his semi-erect dick into my mouth. It feels so smooth now that its shaved. "I hope you get hard again soon so I can suck this smooth cock," I say seductively. As we dry off, there's a knock at the door, and Jim goes to answer it. I smell food, and hear Jim messing around in the kitchen/dining area. We both put hotel robes back on, and walk to the kitchen. Jim has set a table for two, with the food nicely arranged on glass plates. He has poured two glasses of wine, also. Jim is sitting on the ottoman, eating his hamburger, and watching TV. So, Bill and I sit down at the table, and eat. We were both exhausted from all the sex, so there's only a little chatting during dinner. After we get done, Jim picks up the plates, and refills our wine glasses. He walks over to the bed and pulls back the sheets, rearranges the pillows, and adjusts the lighting to a romantic glow. He turns off the TV and puts on some nice music, and moves the ottoman closer to the bed. He sits silently on the ottoman. At first Bill and I couldn't figure out what he was doing, but it soon became clear that he was setting up the bed so he could closely watch Bill's and my next fuck. I finish dinner and walk to my suitcase, open it and retrieve a little box. I toss it to Bill. "You're going to have to work a little harder to make me cum this time," I said. "Hope your qualified to drive a vibrator!!" Bill catches the box, and pulls the vibe out and puts it in his robe pocket. He stands up, takes my hand, and leads me to the edge of the bed, and pushes my butt back against the bed. He presses my shoulders down, so I sit, and then shoves my shoulders to the bed. In this position, my back is flat on the bed, and my legs hang over the edge so that my feet just barely touch the floor. Bill moves the ottoman, with Jim on it, to just in front of my feet. He sits down next to Jim, and takes one of my legs and puts it on the outside of him, and takes my other leg and puts it on the outside of Jim. In this position, my legs are widely spread, with both Jim and Bill are sitting between them. Bill begins running his hands over my mound, enjoying the fresh smoothness. As he rubs, my wetness spreads over the whole area, making me incredibly slippery and sensitive. He massages my outer lips for awhile, and then caresses and kneads my inner lips. He lets his fingers start rubbing my hood, and soon I begin to writhe in anticipation. Using his other hand, he puts his pointer finger deep inside me, and searches until he finds the smooth nub of my g-spot. He presses hard against it, and the waves of pleasure surround me. Even though I'm focused on my 'g' sensations, I hear the vibe turn on, announcing its promised mechanical pleasure. He lays the vibe length-ways along my hood, and presses it into me. This slows and deepens the vibration, and with his rubbing my g-spot, the sensations were indescribable. As if that wasn't enough, soon I felt the warmth of his tongue as he lashed against the other side of my hood. My senses were overloading as I hurled toward my climax. "You can't cum yet." he said breathlessly as he stopped rubbing me. "Noooooooooooo. Let me cum!!" I begged. Instead, he stood up, lifting my legs over his shoulders as he rose up. I hear the ottoman sliding back, and can see Jim's face as Bill's dick positions itself to strike. In one continuous motion, and without even touching his shaft, Bill's cock slides into me. He takes several long slow strokes, and then stops when he is nearly out of me. "Hey guys, look at this!" Bill says excitedly as he looks at my lower stomach. I prop my head up, and Jim stands up and moves to Bill's side. With both of us intently watching, Bill slowly slides his massive dick into me. As it gets about half-way in, I see my stomach rise slightly at the place where the rim of his head would be. "Oh my god!" I exclaim. " I can see your head moving in and out of me!" As he stroked in and out, his head makes a ripple that waved across my stomach. I put my hand lightly on my stomach, and could feel the rise and fall as he moved. I then took both hands, formed them into the shape of a 'U', and pressed them into my stomach so that my hands could feel the sides and top of his dick: while it was in me!! As I pressed into his dick, Bill moaned loudly as my already tight pussy gripped his member even more. As I closed my eyes to enjoy my pounding, a hand pushed mine to the side, and pressed into my stomach even harder. I expected that it was Bill, trying to increase his stimulation, but, it was Jim. Jim pressed his fingers firmly into my stomach in a way that partially blocked Bill's dick after he was about 2/3 in. Each time that Bill hit Jim's fingers, Bill would push harder, and his dick would force itself past Jim's fingers. "Oh fuck, that's just like the feeling when she's throating me!" Bill moaned. Bill got the vibrator back on, and started to work on my clit. My tension quickly grew as the vibrations flowed through me. Bill continued his rhythmic strokes, which got more slippery and velvety as Bill's precum lubricated me. I felt the first vibration deep in my pussy just as Bill's first spurt emptied into me. His cock lurched and spasmed as he came, sending me down the path of orgasmic bliss. That first little pussy-tremble erupted into wave after wave of gut wrenching spasms, each more pleasurable than the last. Jim continued to press into my stomach as we both came. His hand vibrated as my walls spasmed and Bill's dick exploded. We finished cumming together, and collapsed, sexually spent. I don't even remember getting ready for bed, but I woke up around midnight, and Bill and I were next to each other in bed, naked, with the sheets and comforter tucked neatly around us. I guess Jim must have put us to bed, and he was asleep on the couch. The next morning I woke up to the smell of coffee and toast. Jim made a small breakfast for all of us, and he is sitting on the ottoman, waiting for us to wake up. Bill is still sound asleep, but his morning erection proudly lifted the covers far above his body. Jim looks at me, and then at Bill's morning wood. Without a word, Bill went to the bathroom, and brought back a big bottle of lotion and a hand towel. I held out my hand, and he put three of four big squirts of lotion into the palm of my hand. I closed my hand to spread the lotion over all my fingers, and gently pulled back the covers. I put my hand around Bill's shaft, and begin long, tight strokes. Within a few strokes, Bill moaned his approval, and opened his eyes. The lotion quickly adsorbed into Bill's dick, so every twenty or so strokes I stop, extend my hand, and Jim put more lotion into my hand. After a few minutes of my steady stroking, Bill's head tilts back, and he moans out a good morning "I'm cumming", and lets 6 or so powerful spurts fly to his stomach. As the last drops of cum roll onto my hand, Jim hands me the towel. I wipe Bill and me clean, and hand it back to Jim. Bill gets up, has some toast and coffee, and dresses to leave. As he stands up to go, I give him one final hug and a short kiss goodbye. "That is the best I've ever been fucked," he said. "Anytime you need a good screwing, just let me know and I'll be right over!!" With that Bill left. By the time the door closed, Jim was already out of his clothes. He grabbed my hand, and led me toward the bed. He laid down on his back, and pulled me on top of him. Over the next few hours Jim fucked, sucked, and ate me in every position imaginable. It was his best sex ever!! I'm putting this story into Literotica on Thursday, so hopefully it will publish by Saturday. I hope so, because I have a full day of golfing set with Bill and Jim, and then are going over to Bill's house for another night of fucking. Jim is really excited about Saturday evening. He even went online and ordered a set of sex sheets for Bill and I to use. I've never used these before, but they sound great. The bottom sheet is one big Velcro sheet, and the "anchors" get strapped to hands, legs, neck, etc, and then can be stuck anyplace on the sheet. It looks like a really easy and fun way to add a little restraint to the evening. Jim said he also got a "spreader bar." I'm not sure what that is, but I'm excited to try it out!!! So, if you email me this weekend, I'll not be able to get back to you, since Bill will have me stuck to the sheets most of Saturday. And after watching all that, I expect to be fucking Jim all day on Sunday!!! Hope y'all get laid too!! Gof Pro Surprise Ch. 03 Hey there. It's Jenna again. Before we get started, let me give a little warning. There are some readers who don't like to read these kinds of stories, and want to deny that some of us find this "loving wives" lifestyle fun, erotic, and harmless. Everyone in this story has a good time, and they are participating voluntarily and willingly. If you don't care to read about a husband that likes seeing another man enjoys his wife, then go find another way to spend the next 10 minutes. Or if you like, read on, get yourself all worked up, and go on a little rant. The choice is yours. Just understand that you will not change me or my husband. As long as my husband enjoys bringing me men, I will continue satisfying them every way I know how. I can't believe it's been two years since I posted my last story. But then again, there's not been a lot to report until now. If you are reading this, there is a good chance you didn't (and won't!!) go back and read the two past "golf pro" stories I submitted. So here's a really quick summary to get us all on the same page, so to speak. One day a couple years ago I got kinda drunk while playing a round of golf with my husband, Jim, and ended up messing around all afternoon with the golf pro, Bill, who was playing the round with us. (The first "golf" story.) Instead of being furious at my first affair, Jim was more than OK with it, and encouraged me and Bill to continue our encounters, and even helped arrange for Bill and me to have sex. (The second "golf" story.) In fact, Jim really enjoyed getting very involved in the encounters and took an active role in making sure Bill was having the best time possible. But, soon after I submitted the second story, Bill moved out of the area, and I have not seen him since. Jim and I tried a couple web sites to arrange for me to be with another man, but neither worked out very well. The first time the guy was lame and I had to tell him what to do, and the second guy was way too aggressive and rude. So, I guess I've been the good wife for the past couple years, at least until a couple weeks ago. The opening ceremony for the London Olympics was going to be televised on Friday afternoon, so Jim and I had arranged to take the day off. I had a morning full of errands, and I thought Jim was going to get 9 holes in before the show started at 1. I got all my tasks done by about noon, and was looking forward to a relaxing, lazy afternoon with the TV. "What are you doing?" I asked Jim, surprised to see him at home. "I am making a special lunch," he replied. "WOW!" I exclaimed. "So fancy. Wine, appetizers, good china and flowers. You went all out! What a wonderful romantic thing to do." "I love you," he said softly, as he put his arms around me and gently kissed me. "I want you to have the best afternoon of your life." I sighed deeply as I pulled Jim closer. The silence was interrupted by a gentle rap on our door. "Who could that be?" I asked. Jim walked to the door and opened it. "Jenna," Jim said with a developing grin. "I would like to introduce you to Mike, the new pro at our club." My jaw dropped, and I couldn't speak as I suddenly realized this was happening again. "Jim," Mike said seriously. "Are you sure you want to go through with this?" "Yes," Jim responded firmly, as he pulled a chair back from the table and invited me to sit. Jim pulled out the other chair, and motioned for Mike to be seated. Mike was incredibly handsome. At least 6-4, toned, with a beautiful smile. He was nicely dressed in dark pants and a polo shirt. He moved with the grace of an athlete, and spoke gently, but with great confidence. Although I had done this a couple times before, this was the first time I was going to be with a black man. "You are beautiful," Mikes said to me. "I have seen you from a distance, but you are stunning close up." I am sure I blushed at the compliment, and smiled and giggled nervously. Lunch was magnificent. Jim had made a whole assortment of tapas for us, and brought us course after course, and made sure our wine glasses were always full. Mike was delightful to talk with, and we talked sports, politics, and just about everything. After we had finished all the tapas we could eat, we pushed our chairs back and sipped on the wonderful Chardonnay that Jim had picked for us. "Give me a minute to get the living room set up," Jim said as he topped off our glasses. "I thought we could start by letting Jenna show off her oral skills." Mike looked stunned. "This is just too good to be true," he said to me. "Are you sure you want to do this?" "Yes," I said. "Jim really likes this, and I want to make him happy. And to be honest, I am kinda excited about being with my first black guy." Mike just smiled and took a big gulp from his wine. Jim disappeared into our bedroom, and soon came out with a load of blankets and pillows. He carefully draped a blanket over our big comfy chair, pushing the material into the crevices to make sure it stayed in place. He tossed a couple pillows on the chair, and one on the floor in front of it. He pulled the coffee table out of the way, and set it the side. Jim went to the bathroom, and returned with a big bottle of hand crème and a couple small hand towels. He put the lotion and towels on the coffee table. "OK Mike," Jim said excitedly as he motioned to him. "You first." Mike walked over and stood in front of the chair. "Kick off your shoes and socks, and hand me your shirt and pants," Jim said matter of factly. Mike complied. Jim took his pants and shirt, put them on a hanger, and hung them in our entry closet. Mike's body was incredible. I felt my heart race and breathing quicken as I looked at him standing in just his boxers, his long lean legs showing off his well-defined calves, and the gently rippling in abdomen showing off his six-pak. Mike looked so cute as he stood there nervously. Even though he was completely flaccid, I could see the outline of his penis dangling deep into his shorts, with his rim pushing the fabric well away from his body. I could feel the drops forming inside me as Mike's fingers moved inside his waistband. Mike pulled them off, and handed them to Jim, who folded them and put them on a shelf in the closet above his pants. Mike was naked now. I had never seen a penis like his before. Even soft, it was full and round and swung heavily as he nervously swayed. I had expected it to be black, too, but I was surprised just how dark it was. It was deep and darkly colored from the base, all the way to his head. He was circumcised, and even the head area was very dark. There was a slight bit of purplish color in his head, but still mostly black. "From the way you are staring between his legs," Jim said to me. "It looks like you approve of my selection." "Uh huh," was all I could say, as I gazed on Mike's body. "From the first time I saw Mike in the shower," Jim continued. "I knew he would be perfect for you." Jim turned back to Mike. "Have a seat," he said, and motioned Mike to sit on the blanket in the chair. "Let me get Jenna for you." Jim motioned to me, and I walked over and stood in front of the chair. He slowly unbuttoned my white cotton blouse and bra, and put them in the closet with Mike's clothes. I am about 5-3, slender, and have nicely shaped 32C breasts. They are very firm, and have nipples that point up slightly. Mike's eyes were glued to them, and for the first time I saw his penis stirring. "Let's see how big this thing gets," Jim said with a laugh as he pulled my silky skirt off. Mike's eyes danced with excitement as he looked up and down my legs and thighs, letting his eyes rest on the gentle curve of my butt. I was just in my panties now, and glad that I had decided to put on my sexy Victoria Secret ones this morning. Jim bent over and moved the pillow to rest on the floor between Mike's legs. Without waiting for Jim's instructions, I put my hands on Mike's knees and knelt down on the pillow. "Damn that is huge," I sighed. "I have never seen one this big before." Mike was getting hard, and his penis jumped and danced around as it grew and firmed. The head had become even bigger, and more purple, and was so taut that it was shiny. "Hold out your hands," Jim said to me as he reached for the lotion. "Give Mike a nice ball massage to get started," he said while squirting a generous glop into each hand. I rubbed my hands together to spread around the lotion, and then cupped them around Mike's ball-sak. "Fuck," he groaned softly as my fingers slipped between his globs and spread them apart. I worked the lotion into the soft skin, gently massaging his entire groin area, but carefully avoiding his shaft. Jim stood by with the lotion bottle, and each time my hands got a little dry, Jim would add more lotion to my hands. As I rubbed, drops of clear pre-cum appeared at the tip of his head, and would grow and glisten until they broke free and rolled down to his rim. Jim put the bottle down, and let me finish the massage. He picked up a flexible hair clip and stood behind me. "Let's keep this off your face so Mike can see what you are doing," Jim said as he pulled my long blonde hair back and tied it behind my head. Jim retrieved a short stool from the kitchen, and set it next to the chair. He sat down, and looked proudly at me kneeling in front of Mike. "Suck it," Jim said quietly. "Suck it good." My lips dropped to Mike's head, and kissed the very top. Mike moaned as he watched my lips slowly drop over his head and fall past his rim. I pulled him as far as I could into my mouth, letting the end of it hit deep in my throat. I could barely take it in, and even when fully on it, there was still at least 6 inches in my hands. I sucked up and down, using my hands to stroke in time with my mouth. Mike was moaning constantly as I looked into his eyes. "Cum in my mouth," I said between stokes. "I want to taste a black man." Mike's taste changed from the sweetness of his pre-cum as he neared release. My mouth was coated in his lubricating fluid, letting my mouth take him deeper and tighter. My mouth rocked up and down on him, and my hands stroked his shaft and played with his balls. His ball sak became tight and pulled up into his body, and his knees spread as his hips rose and his head pushed back into the chair. He let out a deep, long, animal groan, and his hands grabbed the back of my head. He pulled and pushed me hard over his dick as he reached the point of no return. "I'm cumming," he grunted. He held my head still, and time seemed to stand still as I waited in the sudden silence. His rim pressed hard against the inside of my cheek, as I tried to keep my suction on his head. And then, like a firehose, a hot stream of liquid hit the back of my throat. Splash after splash released into my mouth, filling it, and gushing from me as it overflowed. Jim held a hand towel under my mouth, catching Mike's cum as it fell. Once Mike had finished, I looked up at him and let his jizz drip from my mouth onto the waiting towel. I gave his head a final suck, and pulled the last drops from him. I opened my mouth so both Jim and Mike could see it, and leaned my head back and swallowed. "My god that was good," Mike said as he came out of his orgasmic fog. "You are such an incredible woman." "Wait for round 2!" Jim said excitedly as he jumped up and put his stool squarely in front of Mike. I looked quizzically at Mike, and smiled at him as Jim scurried around the kitchen. He returned with a bowl and some towels, which he set next to the kitchen chair. "Jenna," Jim said. Take off the panties and sit in the stool." I complied. Jim sat on the floor between my legs, and positioned me so that Mike had a clear view of my pussy. Jim pulled out a can of shaving lotion, and smeared it all around my vagina. "Jenna is going to be really smooth for round 2," Jim said while looking at Mike. "You'll be feeling nothing but pussy!" Jim slowly and carefully shaved me, and wiped me clean with his warm, damp towels. Mike just sat quietly and watched and waited for me to be ready. "Mike," Jim said while motioning to him. "Come here and check if I did a good job." Mike stood, and Jim moved to the side as Mike knelt down. Mike leaned forward, and let his fingers glide over my smooth groin. He let a finger slip up and down my slit, while another moved across my clit hood. "Yes," Mike replied with a sigh. "This is perfect." But Jim was already gone. "Come here you two," Jim called excitedly from our bedroom. "Let's get you guys fucking!!" We stood up, and Mike picked me up and carried me to the bedroom. His huge arms easily enveloped me, and he lifted and moved me with ease. Jim had opened up the bed and had folded the covers and outer blankets and set them to the side of the bed. "Mike," Jim said as Mike laid me on the bed. "Do you have any particular way you'd like to use Jenna today?" "Well," Mike responded. "I bet she feels great in any position. But I'd love to end up taking her from behind." "We can arrange that," Jim said with a broad smile. "But first, how about some standing missionary??" "Fuck yeah," Mike responded with a huge jump in his dick. "Jenna," Jim said while he jumped onto the bed. "Lay at the edge of the bed and kick your legs back to me." I laid down, and positioned myself so that my pussy was at the edge of the bed. Mike put a couple pillows under my head so I could see what was going on between my legs. Mike grabbed my knees, and handed them to Jim, who was standing over me. Jim took my knees, pulled them back, and spread them as wide as he could. "There you go, Mike," Jim said. "Have at it. Just be sure to save enough so we can turn her over for your finish." Mike was fully hard again, and he moved close into me and rested his dick on my stomach. I gasped at how enormous it was. As he stood there, the end of it touched my belly button, and it was about 1/3 the size of my waist. It looked bigger than my arm. I just couldn't imagine how all that was going to go in me. At least I was fully ready to try, as I could feel the drips of wetness falling from my excited pussy. Mike looked deep into my eyes, and he slowly pulled his hips back and let his penis fall until the head rested against my lips. It felt hard and hot as he used his hand to lubricate the head in my slit. I arched my back as far as I could, and Jim opened my legs as far as they would go. Mike started stroking into me, just a little at a time, with each stroke going just a little farther in. He stretched me wide open, just to the point where it started to hurt. He would back off, and then reset and take a slightly longer stroke. It took a while, but finally he got the whole head in. It felt like I was going to explode. Even with just his head in, I felt completely full and stretched. "Now I am going to push it all the way in," Mike warned. "Slowly, but without stopping until I bottom into you. You will remember this the rest of your life." I closed my eyes and waited. Nearly imperceptibly at first he started moving in to me, but the feeling quickly intensified until I could think of nothing else. I groaned deeply as my body strained to take him in. Every nerve between my legs was firing, and my body rocked as I spasmed to make more room for him. The feeling is indescribable. Just an incredible, never-ending onslaught of pleasure. I felt full like never before, but my body wanted more. He moved slowly into me, and I could feel his head pushing my walls away as it snaked further in. There was no end to it. It just kept going deeper and deeper in, with every inch quadrupling the pleasure and anticipation. After an eternity I feel his head bottom into me. Mike pauses and waits. I open my eyes. "That is what if feels like to have a black dick in you," he said. "Do you like it?" "Ohhhhh god yes," I moan. "I have never felt anything like this before." I run my hand over my abdomen, and he is so large that I can feel the bump where his penis is, and can even feel the extra rise where his rim is. "Just wait," Mike said with a smile. "The really fun part starts now." I watch as Mike's hips begin to retreat, and I start moaning as the pleasure consumes me once again. He begins thrusting, slowly at first, and then building a rhythm. His size has pulled my hood tight against my clit, and even his tiniest motion makes the hood massage the head. My spasming hits with his first full thrust. My entire body jerks and spasms each time he reaches the end of his stoke and he nearly falls out of me. I let out a groan as I cum, and then have to gasp as his monster pushes back into me. As the strokes repeat my spasms become harder and harder, and he has to work to press into me. Every spasm is unbelievably satisfying, but at the same time makes me want more. My hips begin to drive into him, devouring his penis with my orgasmic hunger. I have no idea how long he pounded into me. But when he stopped, my body collapsed in exhausted satisfaction. I had been cumming constantly for what must have been 15 minutes. "Now its my turn," Mike said breathlessly. He had been using his penis to bring me unworldly pleasure, like I have never felt before. He had patiently pleasured my body, but now his manhood was taking over. Mike's eyes burned with lust and the need to unload his seed. It was primal. It was animal. He was a man controlled by thousands of years of heredity, and he had his female in front of him. I was ready for my fucking. Jim dropped my legs and Mike lifted me off the bed. He tossed me face down on the bed, and pushed my legs wide apart with his feet. I felt his penis press against my pussy, and then he pushed all the way into me in one quick thrust. He grabbed my hips and lifted a little, and then began pushing and pulling my body in time with his thrusts. Faster and faster he drove into me, letting out a breathless grunt with each thrust. His grunts turned to a constant low wail, and the bed shook as he used m y body. The heavy wood bed creaked and moaned as it fought against him. With a final yell he shot into me, spurt after spurt flowing into me. There was not room for the liquid, and it quickly flowed from me, to be expelled at the end of his thrusts. Finally all was quiet, and Mike stopped moving. He stood behind me, panting, and enjoying the feeling of his conquest. With all the intensity, I had lost track of Jim, but could now feel him behind me, cleaning up Mike's mess. I turned over and stood up, and gave Mike a long hug. "You are incredible," I said to Mike. "That is the most satisfying sex I have ever had." Mike just smiled at me, and looked over to Jim. "Thanks for letting me do this," Mike said to Jim. "Your wife is a lot of fun," Jim beamed with delight. "Glad everyone had a good time!" he said. "I just ordered a new piece of sex furniture Mike, you are welcome to come over and give it a spin with Jenna when it comes in." Jim showed me what he ordered. It's a big foam ramp with a wedge accessory. He had a video of how to use it, and it looks great for oral, missionary, and doggy. And most exciting, it has cuffs for restraining me. It's supposed to be here today, so I'm hoping Jim has Mike come over in the next couple days to test it out with me. Maybe I will do an update for you!! Gof Pro Surprise Bill picks up the wet balls, and wipes them off onto his shorts as he walks to the tee. "Wow, what happened to your balls?" Jim asks. "How'd they get so wet and dirty." "I just washed them, and I dropped them in the grass," he said with his voice shaking. Bill had a two very bad tee shots. After the tee shots, we get back in the cart and got driving again. I look desperately at Bill, and without saying anything out loud, mouthed the word "Blowjob" to him. I must have gotten his attention, as I felt his penis move below me. "Jim, I think we should go do some video work back at the club house. We need to really look at how your hands are rolling over," Bill says. I just look back at him and smile. We drive to the video center, and Jim goes to set up on the range. There's a camera and monitor outside, and the pro sits in a little shack, where all the expensive taping and analysis equipment is. Jim goes into the shack, and I follow him in. There's a stool where Bill sits to operate the equipment, and he sees and can talk to Jim through an open window. We are probably less than 10 yards from Jim. I can see Jim setting up his balls and tees, and Jim is standing next to the equipment, setting things up. I walk over to him, and unzip his shorts, letting them fall to the ground. I don't take his briefs off, since I don't want him to get splinters from the wooden stool. Instead, I just pull the front down, and put the waistband under his balls. As I release his dick, I give out a loud gasp. It has to be over 8 inches long, very straight, and is glistening with clear precum. I firmly grab the base of his dick, but can just barely get my hand around him. I look up to him, but he is still messing with one of the video machines. I look back to his member, and I lower my mouth towards him. Just as my lips are surrounding his head, he yells out to Jim "OK, start .... oh fuck....hitting". I rise up, stopping my first stroke, and look out the window to Jim. "You OK?" Jim yells, as he looks at us. "Yeah, everything's good. Just getting my equipment warmed up. We're ready to start hitting for real now," Bill responds. With that I lower back down, and pull his dick as far as I can into my mouth. With each stroke, he lets out a little moan, and his hips start moving in my time. After a few minutes, I could taste that he was getting close to cumming. I look up to him, and his eyes are hot with passion. "Cum in my mouth," I softly say. He mutters an impassioned "oh yeah," and puts one hand behind my head. He pulls me hard into him, and I respond by giving longer, faster, and more intense strokes. I suck even harder, and the taste of cum builds in my mouth. "That's all the balls," Jim yelled. I quickly pulled off Bill, and saw several big drops of thick white cum flow from his tip. He must have been within only a stroke or two of cumming. I licked him clean, and helped Bill squish his massive dick back into his pants. Bill left the shack to go out and work with Jim, a huge look of desperation and disappointment on his face. I stayed in the shack and gently stroked my clit, enjoying the taste of Bill's cum still lingering in my mouth. Although I would have loved to finish his blowjob, this might work out better for me in the end!! After about 15 minutes, they finish and Bill comes back to lock up. I'm on the chair, leaning back, and letting my finger dance across my fully exposed pussy. "You got 10 minutes to figure out how to fuck me now, or I'm just going to go into the bathroom and cum all by myself, and you'll miss the opportunity to know what this pussy feels like," I said. "Don't you dare cum without me. I'll figure something out," he stammers. Just then, Jim rounds the corner. I get my legs closed, but I was in a pretty awkward position. "Hey Bill, you look really flushed. You feeling OK?" Jim asks. "Yeah, I suddenly feel nauseated and feverish. How about if I get Jeff to come out and finish up the lesson? If that's OK with you, then I'll extend the lesson for a full 30 minutes more," Bill said. I could see the glimmer in Bill's eye as he realized that his dick was going to score big today. That same look of conquest that all men get when they know they've won. And the ache grew in my pussy, too. "That's OK with me too," I said. "I'll just head into the club house and have a beer while you finish up" Bill calls the other pro, Jeff, who comes out and continues the lesson. I walk with Bill back to his office, and as he closes the door I pull my shirt off and drop my skirt, leaving me naked. In the same way, Bill strips, and pulls me tight against him. He turns me around, pushes my head to his desk, and puts his legs between mine. He uses his feet to widely spread my legs, and I feel his dick press against my pussy. "This is going to be very fast. You got me so close with that blowjob that I'm going to be cumming in you very soon," he said. With one stroke, he drives his dick deep into me, taking my breath away. The feeling of fullness overwhelms me, and I clamp my pussy onto him with all my strength. "Oh my god. Your pussy is so slippery and so tight," he moans. He pounds me hard, and in only about a minute he lets out a desperate "I'm cumming". I feel his dick pulsating as it releases its loads into me. Although I didn't orgasm, my pussy spasams with excitement, helping milk the last sensation from him. After about a dozen or so spurts, he becomes still and silent. Despite how hard he just came, he immediately lifts me off the desk, and pushes me into his chair. "Your turn," is all he says. He drops to his knees while spreading mine, and takes my clit into his mouth. His fingers pulse in and out me, and his tongue lashes every side of my clit. His cum has made my whole area slippery and wet, and the sensations are incredible. Within just a couple minutes I feel the swell of tension burst in wild release. With each spasm I feel more of his load being driven out of me, and soon the fog of satisfaction returns. We put our clothes back on, and give each other a quick hug. Just as we end our embrace, there's a knock at the door. Bill opens the door. It's Jim. The smell of sex is strong in the air, and the chair is soaked with our juices, with some of his cum still dripping to the floor. Jim has a strange look on his face, but just says "Just looking for you guys. I finished a little early." I left with Jim and went home. Since that time, Jim and I have not talked about that day, so I don't know for sure if he figured out what Bill and I were doing. But, for whatever reason, the sex with Jim is now as good as it was in that first year.