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My American Cousin

By: quinn rogan



I was very inexperienced with girls, when my American cousin Jacko came to visit. He was about a year older than me, but he was nearly a foot taller, and he seemed much older than just a year. 

Although I had a girl-friend, I was still very unsure of myself, sexually, and Stella and I had only ever kissed. I was desperate to get my hands on her little round breasts, but I hadn't the first idea how to go about it and I was terrified that, if I tried, she'd be mortally offended and 'give me up' on the spot – and, even worse, maybe tell her mother, who was a good friend of my mother.

We had been going out together – i.e. going to the cinema twice a week – when Jacko arrived. We only had a small house, so Jacko and I had to share a bedroom and, as soon as we retired on the night he arrived, he asked me about the local girls. He said he had a girlfriend back home, called Cindy, and he said they had been 'making out' for months.

He showed me a picture of her. It was only head and shoulders, but she had long blonde hair and high cheekbones and a very full mouth and, anyway, Jacko quickly filled me in with graphic descriptions of her large breasts, with long, suckable nipples, and her 'cute little ass'. He even described how she had flappy lips on her vagina, and trimmed her pubic hair in the shape of a heart.

He was doing this as we changed for bed and when he pulled his jeans off, it was obvious that he had given himself an erection with all this talk. I was quite embarrassed to see it poking against his undershorts, but he pulled them off without a second thought, and fell back on his bed, stroking it with his hand.

"Man, I could do with having Cindy right here now," he said, his hand sliding up and down his long cock. "Spread naked on this bed – legs wide open! Or leaning over me, her titties brushing against my thighs, and her lovely mouth closing round my cock"

I had a hard-on, too, of course, but I managed to get into my pyjamas and into bed without him noticing it, but I couldn't help touching it once I was under the bedclothes, listening to him talking about what he would do to Cindy if she were here.

Then he asked about my girl-friend and I found myself describing Stella to him. He was still lying naked on top of his bed, and it gave me a funny feeling, seeing him stroke his cock as I talked about Stella.

No sooner had I described her brown eyes and long black hair, than he was asking about the rest of her – her 'tits', her 'ass' and her legs. When he asked about Stella's tits, I was too embarrassed to admit I had never touched them, let alone seen them, and I had to use my powers of imagination – especially when he asked me to describe her nipples!

I obviously did a good job, though, because he closed his eyes and squeezed his cock, hard, with a sigh.

"Man!" he said. "Don't you just love their tits, John? Best thing ever happened to me, the first time I got my hand inside a girl's sweater! How long have you and Stella been making out?"

I took a deep breath, and admitted we weren't actually 'making out', but managed to give the impression the big moment wasn't far off.

"Well," he said, "you'll have to introduce me tomorrow, and then maybe I can meet one of her friends and we'll make up a foursome!"

I agreed, weakly, and more than a little apprehensively, and was relieved when he jumped up, turned out the light, and jumped into bed, still naked.

I tried to settle myself to sleep, ignoring my still-hard prick, but, after only a few seconds, Jacko whispered – "Hey, John! You got a tissue?"

I threw over the box on my bedside table. I had always had some handy, ever since I started masturbating, but I hadn't planned on using them when I was sharing a room. Within a few minutes, though, the sound of rasping breath from Jacko's bed clearly showed that he had no such inhibitions and it wasn't until long after his final deep sigh of satisfaction that I finally drifted off into an uneasy sleep.

The next couple of days reinforced my first impression that Jacko had sex on the brain – well, so did I, really, but he was completely uninhibited about it, at least by my fairly repressed English standards. 

Also, it was immediately clear that girls liked him. Even before he opened his mouth and started talking 'American', they noticed his tall, tanned, fair good looks and, once he started chatting them up, their eyelashes started fluttering and their conversation deteriorated into a succession of giggles.

I dreaded him meeting Stella, but it had to happen, and it did, on the Saturday two days after he arrived. Stella had a Saturday job in a supermarket and I always met her in her lunch hour, so we could plan what we would do that night. 

I was stuck with Jacko the whole day, and we had been hanging round the shopping mall, talking to every girl who took Jacko's fancy. He was incredibly successful with them, and I could tell that he only had to say the word and virtually all of them would have gone out with him, but he kept it light and moved on swiftly, once he'd got a phone number, or whatever.

But he didn't date any of them and, at last, the moment came when he met Stella. We met in a café, and I was quite pleased when she didn't just ignore me to talk to him all the time, as all the other girls I knew had done. She was friendly, though, and, when Jacko suggested the three of us take a trip to the seaside the next day, she agreed with little hesitation.

I went out with Stella on our regular Saturday date that night. We went to the cinema and she talked quite a lot about Jacko – but not too much. We got a seat in the back row and, though we kissed a lot, I just couldn't summon up the nerve to put my hand on her breast.

When I got home, Jacko couldn't wait to ask me about our date. It was obvious that he really fancied Stella and he wanted me to describe how I had 'felt her up' in the cinema – probably so that he could get a hard-on and have a wank in his bed, thinking about it.

I was frustrated, anyway, and it was probably because of that that I blurted out that I hadn't ever done anything with Stella, apart from kissing. To my surprise, Jacko didn't laugh at me – nor did he seem as surprised as I thought he would be.

Instead, he assured me that he thought Stella was really ready to 'go further' than kissing with me. He said he knew by the way she had looked at me when we were together in the café. Then he said he could probably help – starting the next afternoon. I was dubious, at first, but he went on to describe the first time he had got inside Cindy's bra, and my hormones took over as I imagined my hand sliding confidently over Stella's soft yielding breasts, playing with her erect nipples, and this time, before I passed the tissues to Jacko, I took out a handful for myself ......

The following day, Jacko and I left our house, carrying a bag which held our swimming-trunks, towels and, unknown to our parents, a bottle of sparkling wine and half a dozen tins of lager which Jacko had pinched from the fridge that morning. 

We met Stella at the crowded sea-front. She had a bag containing a picnic lunch and a towel. She was wearing denim blue beach shorts and a T-shirt and she said she had her swimsuit on underneath, which was a disappointment to me, as I had been hoping I might get a glimpse of something when she changed into her swimming things.

To my surprise, the first thing Jacko did was to hire a rowing-boat for the afternoon. For a start, I couldn't row, and, anyway, I could never have afforded it. But Jacko had plenty money and, as he showed as we pulled away from the crowded beach, he was a very good rower.

It was a glorious sunny afternoon and, after a few strokes, Jacko pulled off his T-shirt and pulled the boat powerfully, wearing just his shorts. In a few minutes, we were well away from the people frolicking near the edge, and Jacko told me to take one of the bottles of wine from the bag and open it.

Stella looked a bit surprised at this but, once I had the bottle open, she took a small drink from it. She made a face but, after Jacko and I had both had a swig, she took another, longer one, then stretched out on the wooden seat and turned her face up to the sun.

Jacko grinned at me and nodded meaningfully in the direction of Stella's T-shirt, where her breasts made two very obvious bulges in the stretched material. I grinned back, sheepishly, then opened my hands and mimed the action of squeezing them. Jacko nodded urgently and mouthed – "Go on!" – but I just shook my head.

At that, Stella sat up and looked around. Immediately, Jacko handed her the wine bottle and, without hesitation, Stella put it to her lips and took quite a long drink before lying back down again. 

This time, my eyes took in Stella's legs. I had never seen her in shorts before and, as I sipped at the wine bottle, I studied her thighs. They were paler than her calves, but shapely and smooth and my eyes were inexorably drawn to the very top, where they disappeared inside her denim beach shorts. 

Her shorts were drawn tight against her pubic mound, and my cock stirred as I imagined what lay concealed beneath the denim. I glanced at Jacko, who was beginning to sweat as he leaned into the oars. His eyes, too, were fixed on the junction of Stella's shapely thighs and I felt a flutter of apprehension as his tongue ran over his lips, wetting them slowly.

To break his concentration, I handed the bottle back to him. Without shifting his gaze, he took it, and drank. My eyes dropped to Jacko's shorts and my apprehension deepened as I recognised the bulge of an erection.

Suddenly, Stella sat up, swinging her feet to the bottom of the boat. As she did so, she toppled forward a little, and giggled as she put a hand on the side to steady herself. Jacko handed her the bottle and she giggled again then, lifting it up, drained it.

As she took the final mouthful, she looked at the bottle with a vague look of surprise.

"It's empty!" she said, and giggled again. I wished she would stop giggling. She sounded like these empty-headed girls in the mall, giggling every time Jacko opened his mouth – and Stella wasn't like that.

Jacko leaned forward and took the bottle. He threw it over the side, and I watched it float away, then it filled up with sea-water, and sank. Stella watched it, too, and, to my annoyance, giggled again as the bottle disappeared. 

Somewhat belatedly, I realised that the wine had affected her more than a little. Looking at Jacko, I wondered if that might be why he had brought it. My emotions, now, were very mixed – especially when, at that moment, Stella, murmuring about the heat, peeled her T-shirt over her head and dropped it on the seat beside her.

I hadn't seen her in a swimsuit before. 

This one was a two-piece, in bright yellow – at least the top was. It covered her breasts completely, but her shoulders were completely bare and I could see that it fastened at the back with a thin piece of material, tied in a bow. The expression on her face was a little strange – sort of defiant, as if she was daring us to comment.

As a rule, she was a conservative dresser. I had never seen her shoulders, or her belly, before and, as I took them in now, my erection activated itself again. I looked away, over my shoulder, embarrassed, and realised that we were now a long way from the shore – a good half-mile, at least.

I turned to look at Jacko and, anticipating my question, he nodded to his right, where I saw, for the first time, a large sandbank rising out of the water.

"Is that where we're going?" I asked, and he nodded, again, then said – "Hey, buddy, take a turn with the oars – I'm pooped!"

I was a little nervous, but the sea was like a millpond and, after Jacko showed me what to do, I found myself successfully heading the boat in the right direction. Jacko flopped down on the seat beside Stella and rummaged in the bag and pulled out three cans of beer. He ripped open the tops and handed them out.

Stella looked a little dubious but put the can to her lips, drank, and then smiled.

"That's nice!" she said.

"Not as nice as you!" replied Jacko. "That swimsuit's knock-out!"

I clenched my teeth as Stella giggled.

"Do you think so?" she said.

"Well" said Jacko, his face serious, "I suppose what I mean is you make it look good. I didn't know you had such a fabulous figure."

I waited for the inevitable giggle, but it didn't come. She looked at Jacko and, holding his eyes, softly said – "Thank you."

I knew I should say something, but shyness held my tongue.

"John's a lucky guy," said Jacko. Stella looked up at me and my heart leapt as she smiled fondly. I tried to smile back, then she raised the can to her lips again.

Then to my astonishment, and horror, I saw Jacko's hands disappear behind Stella's back and, in an instant, the tie on her swimsuit top was undone and Jacko whisked it away.

I had a momentary vision of her bared breasts, then Stella shrieked, dropped the can of lager and covered her breasts with her hands and arms, hugging herself tightly.

I sat, motionless, staring, as she screamed unintelligibly at Jacko, demanding that he give her the top back, then I started shouting at him, too, but not daring to let go of the oars and, to my eternal shame, aware of the almost painful hard-on in my shorts as I tried to glimpse her breasts between her fingers.

Jacko put her top down on the seat beside him and, unconcerned by Stella's hysterical outburst, put his hands, gently, on her shoulders. He leant forward and murmured gently to her.

"Hey! Hey!" he said. "Hey, it's O.K." His fingers started running lightly up and down her upper arms.

"Hey!" he insisted. "Don't worry. What d'you think we are? We won't make you do anything you don't want to. It's just – well, your breasts are so beautiful, we – well, we wanted to see them. Is that so bad? They're really lovely, you know, and – hey, have another drink. It'll help you calm down ..."

Unbelievably, Stella's screaming had died away and she was leaning back into Jacko's chest as his hands stroked her upper arms ceaselessly and he murmured into her ear. Now, every so often, his lips brushed against her neck and he planted light kisses on it. 

She became quiet, but every so often a gulping sob would escape her, shaking her body. Her arms were still clasped tightly across her chest but, when Jacko lifted his beer can to her lips, she opened her mouth and took a deep swallow, then leaned her head back and sighed, trying to steady her breathing.

Almost immediately, she hiccupped, and, involuntarily, giggled. Jacko laughed and folded his arms over hers, hugging her tightly. She breathed deeply again, in and out, then shook her head a little.

Jacko released her and went back to stroking her arms, but, this time, instead of the tips of his fingers, he was using his whole hand and I could see that Stella was liking it, almost purring with pleasure.

Jacko momentarily moved his hand and picked up the beer-can, handing it to Stella. She took it awkwardly, contriving, still, to protect her breasts as she tipped it to her mouth. I watched, fascinated, as Jacko imperceptibly shifted the position of his hands so that they were stroking her shoulders and the upper part of her chest as well as her arms.

Stella drank again, then leant her head back against Jacko's chest, the tension visibly draining from her body. Her eyes met mine, briefly, expressionlessly, then she let them fall shut.

Jacko's hands were now concentrating on Stella's shoulders, in ever-widening circles, and, as they made their first contact with her crossed forearms and pushed gently downwards, her arms unresistingly moved with them.

Gently, Jacko took hold of her arms and eased them away, so that they lay at her sides, one of them clutching the half-full can of lager. Her small, firm breasts lay exposed on her chest, her nipples hard and pointed. Jacko's hands rose again and he cupped them gently, his forefingers teasing the points of her nipples.

"Beautiful," he breathed into her ear, and I let out a long shuddering sigh as I watched. I was completely mixed up. Deep inside of me, a little voice was insisting I should be mad, watching this guy feel my girl's tits, but, up front, my eyes were out on stalks and my heart was beating wildly as I saw my first pair of real naked breasts.

I was only dimly conscious of the slight bump as the boat nudged up to the sandbank. I had stopped rowing some time ago and it must have been the current which carried us on to the bank. The boat rocked a little from side to side, then settled on the sand. I was still gripping the oars.

Jacko was now caressing Stella's breasts with firm, gentle strokes, his finger ends rasping over her nipples. Again, his head was bent as he planted a series of light kisses on her neck and shoulders and she was beginning to make little sighing sounds.

Then she turned her head slightly, opening her lips, and Jacko's mouth closed over hers. At the same time, I saw his knuckles whiten as he tightened his grip on her soft, yielding flesh and Stella let the can drop from her grasp, to empty its contents slowly on the boat's planking. Her hands came up and closed over Jacko's, moving them over her sensitive breasts, then her right hand moved again, sliding down over her little rounded stomach.

She popped the button on her denim shorts, and, easing the zip a little way down, slipped her hand under the waistband, under the yellow material of the bottom half of her swimsuit. As the bulge of her fingers pushed downwards, she suddenly gasped and her body went rigid.

Jacko, lifting his mouth from Stella's, looked down and saw where her hand was. His eyes lifted to mine and he opened them wide, then looked down again, pointedly. The message was clear – he was telling me to join in. Then he found Stella's mouth again and kissed her, deeply.

My insides turned to jelly. I had no idea what you did with a girl's vagina to make her come. But I let go of the oars and, dropping on my knees on the hard planks on the floor of the boat, I bent forward and put my hands on Stella's thighs.

At my first touch, her fingers stopped their movement under the shorts, then they started again. I stared at them, then carefully took hold of the catch of the zip on her shorts. With some difficulty, I managed to pull it right down and, to my amazement, Stella braced her legs and lifted her hips off the seat.

My hands trembling, I pulled her shorts down. They came down easily and I left them round her ankles, my eyes fixed, now, on the strip of yellow cloth under which I could see the shape of her knuckles as they rose up and down against the material. I could now see right up to the top of her inner thighs and, with a huge thrill, realised that a wisp or two of her pubic hair was visible at the tops of her legs.

I placed trembling fingers on the soft skin of Stella's inner thighs and she parted her legs a little. My mind racing, I slid my fingers up to the junction of her thighs. Because her hand was under her swimsuit bottom, the material at the side was raised slightly and, scarcely daring to breathe, I slid the tip of a finger underneath.

First of all, I felt the soft resilience of curly, damp hair, then the sensation of dampness became more pronounced and my heart nearly stopped as my finger encountered a slippery warmth it had never experienced before. I pushed it a little further, then further still, then realised my finger was now enveloped in a wet, tight tunnel, which could only be Stella's vagina. 

I could never have guessed at that feeling – it was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to me. I tried to imagine what it would be like having my cock surrounded by this wonderful warmth and the prospect was so wonderful that tears started to my eyes. 


My American Cousin



But I couldn't believe that Stella would go that far – but I'd never have believed that what was happening now could happen! My finger was inside her wet, warm vagina – Jacko's hands were fondling her bare breasts – and Stella was moaning and squirming in an ecstasy of pleasure and passion.

Without even thinking about it, I slid my finger out of her and reached up and grasped her bikini bottoms at the waist, and pulled. They slid down, revealing the back of Stella's hand, cupped protectively round her groin, her middle finger working busily in the nest of soft brown hair. And, just below the tips of her fingers, lay the parted, inviting lips of the first vagina I had ever seen.

I had dragged her swimsuit halfway down her thighs before I stopped to look up between her legs. But now I wanted to see her with her legs fully open, so I pushed them down over her knees and calves, then off her feet.

It was then that Jacko, putting his hands under Stella's shoulders and back, hissed at me to help lift her out of the boat. She was still playing with her clitoris with her right hand, while her left was squeezing one of her exposed breasts.

Kneeling between her thighs, I put my hands under her bottom and, at Jacko's signal, lifted her gently. We both stood up and stepped over the side of the boat onto the damp sand. The sand was dry about ten yards away from the lapping water and we carried Stella over and rested her, on her back, where she lay, eyes still shut, her body moving involuntarily as she stimulated herself.

I looked down at her. I was still mesmerised by her fragile female beauty and by the shock of seeing her nakedness for the first time.

So it wasn't until I saw Jacko's erect penis out of the corner of my eye that I realised he had taken off his shorts.

"What – what are you doing?" I gasped, staring at his cock.

"What do you think, man?" he laughed, and, at that, Stella opened her eyes. For a second or two, she didn't realise what she was seeing, then she gave a frightened squeal and struggled up to a sitting position, hugging her arms round her knees and rolling herself into a tight ball.

Jacko dropped to his knees beside her, folding his arms round her. The end of his cock touched her bare arm, and she screamed and tried to roll away, but Jacko held her easily and, like before, whispered into her ear words of comfort and reassurance. I watched, fascinated, as Stella gradually relaxed and settled into his embrace.

Again, he started off by stroking her upper arms, and nibbling her ear, and, gradually, his hand slid down to caress the upper slopes of her breasts. I noticed that his erection was pushing against her shoulder blade, but she didn't seem to notice. Then Jacko's mouth found her lips and she opened them to him.

Slowly, he loosened his grip on her and laid her gently on the soft warm sand. His lips were still fastened on hers and, as she reclined back into the sand, Jacko's right hand slid over her unprotected belly, down through the brown nest of hair, and rested gently between her thighs. His middle finger slowly rubbed against the glistening pink lips and Stella purred softly, parting her legs a little, her back arching against the sand as he lifted her lower body to meet Jacko's skilled fingers.

Unhurriedly, and keeping his hand stimulating Stella's vaginal opening, Jacko lifted his right leg over her body until his knee was on the sand, between her thighs, then his left leg followed, and he was kneeling over her, his prick fully erect, about a foot above her stomach.

Only then did Jacko break off their long kiss and I watched Stella's face as she opened her eyes and looked down to see Jacko poised over her. As she caught sight of his penis, her eyes opened wide, as if in alarm, and she seemed about to protest.

Then a shaky smile flitted across her face and, squinting into the sun, she looked up into Jacko's face. Taking a deep breath, she slowly nodded her head in acquiescence, her eyelids falling shut as she did so, her tongue running round her lips.

Jacko leant forward and, again, kissed Stella's mouth, very gently, then, removing his hand from her vagina, gripped his cock and bent his knees to position it at her opening. As it touched her sensitive inner lips, Stella gasped and opened her legs as wide as she could, then, as he began to slide it inside her, she bent her knees and fastened her ankles round his waist.

Then, in an instant, Jacko was fully inside her and he began to ride her. He was too tall to carry on kissing her while his cock was inside her, so he was propped up on his arms, holding her hands down on the sand, looking down into her face and, every so often, swooping down to kiss one of her breasts.

Stella, meanwhile, was staring deep into his eyes, her own eyes like saucers and her mouth in the shape of an "O" as she gave out little gasps and moans of sensual pleasure.

It wasn't until I caught sight of her face that the first tinge of envy kicked in. Up to that point, I had been, simply, a voyeur – completely carried away by the excitement of watching Jacko gradually seduce Stella's inhibitions from her as he stripped away her clothes and coaxed her mind and body to his will.

But now reality hit me like a shock wave. The look of utter devotion in Stella's eyes as they stared up into Jacko's face was like a violent kick in the stomach and all my instincts screamed at me to drag him off her.

But I didn't. I didn't because I was a coward – he was bigger than me, and stronger, and I knew that any such move on my part would bring terrible - and painful - humiliating retribution. But I also did nothing because I wanted to have her, too – even if it was only because she felt guilty about what she had let Jacko do.

So I knelt, and watched. I watched as Stella's eyes became glazed and her head started shaking from side to side and her breathing became one long constant gasp and then her eyes snapped shut and she screamed and her body went rigid, then convulsed wildly as Jacko continued to thrust deeply inside her.

She was still shaking when Jacko's jaw clenched tight and, with a violent lunge, he pulled himself out of her, semen spurting wildly out of the end of his penis. His fist closed round it and he fell to one side as he masturbated himself to completion.

Stella's breathing was still sharp and ragged as I climbed on top of her. Her eyes opened as she felt me move above her and she opened her mouth, as if to protest, then closed it again. I felt her hand close round my cock and guide it between her thighs. For a moment, I panicked, but then she slid the head of my erection into her wet, warm aperture, and I gave way to my animal passion and the incredible sensation of her tight young vaginal muscles enfolding my rigid cock.

Stella gave a little gasp as I completed our coupling, then, to my intense gratitude, she reached up and pulled my head down to her mouth and kissed me. I felt her breasts against my bare chest and, conscious that I had never felt them with my hand, slipped a hand between us and squeezed one of them. The feel of her small, erect nipple in my hand was intoxicating, and I squeezed her breast, hard.

She gasped again and I immediately eased my grip, thinking I had hurt her, but then her legs scissored round my waist, pulling me deeper into her and I took both her tits in my hand and twisted them. Her head flew back and her mouth gaped open in a soundless cry of ecstasy and I felt my cock grow inside her tight warm cunt, as my sense of masculine power overwhelmed me.

I began to slide my cock in and out of her, driving hard into her on each downward thrust, gripping her tits and pulling on her nipples. The harder I fucked her, the longer the pulls on her nipples, the more she seemed to like it. Once again, I watched as her eyes glazed and her head shook from side to side, a low moan building up in her throat, then she was jerking and spasming under me, like she had done with Jacko, and she was screaming my name as her second orgasm hit her.

I could have held back but, as she went over the top, I decided not to, and, with a final deep thrust, buried my cock deep inside her, my balls hard against the soft cheeks of her ass, and felt the jets of come shoot out of me, into the depths of her womb. I could feel my semen, and her juices, bathe my pulsating cock and it was like no feeling I had ever had before, in my whole life.

As the last emission spurted out of me, Stella was still moaning, in the throes of orgasm. I looked down at her face, at her open mouth, and I slid my cock out of her and, with a swift movement, scrambled up the sand and put the shiny, slippery head between her lips. 

I cradled her head and pulled it towards me. Her eyes opened and squinted down to look at my subsiding penis slithering over her bottom lip. Then she reached up a hand and took the shaft between her finger and thumb. Her lips closed over my cock and I felt her little strong tongue begin to lick it clean. Unbelievably, I felt it begin to stiffen again, and I reached down to cup a naked breast in my spare hand.

The backs of my fingers brushed against a shock of fair hair, and I looked down to see the top of Jacko's head. His hands were holding Stella's legs apart and his mouth was between her thighs. I could see his tongue licking the sensitive lips of her splayed vagina and, at the sight, I felt my cock swell to fill her open mouth ...

We spent the best part of another two hours on that sandbank, before the tide came in and forced us back to shore. During that time, Stella was transformed from a shy young virgin to a cock-hungry slut. I lost count of the number of orgasms she had. I know I had five, two in her mouth, two up her eager cunt, and one between her firm little tits.

Jacko had at least as many, his final one – and hers – coming when, with her sitting on him, his rod plunged deep up her spread vagina, he slid a lubricated finger into her anus, and she climaxed fiercely, with a shattering series of screams of abandonment.

For the rest of Jacko's visit, we were a threesome and, at every opportunity, Jacko and I fondled and fucked the transformed Stella. Even in the cinema, we would sit either side of her and feel her tits and her cunt, while she reached a hand out either side and played with our cocks. Then, when we left, we would take her down to the dark, deserted beach and strip her naked and take turns at fucking her until we were both exhausted.

On one memorable afternoon, we were able to smuggle her into my bedroom and, after we had both fucked and sixty-nined her, Jacko produced a tub of some cream and, after coating his cock with it, introduced Stella to the delights of anal sex. After some initial reluctance, and a little pain, Stella managed to take the whole of Jacko's impressive big cock into her ass, and I followed, with little difficulty.

After that, she was able to enjoy both of our cocks inside her at the same time – once, notably, in a seaside shelter, sandwiched between us, both of us standing up, while late-night strollers passed by, unsuspecting!

Of course, once Jacko went home, it wasn't the same – but, by then, it was too late. Stella was pregnant and we were married early in the New Year. We had a son, then another one – both mine, I'm sure – and, twelve years on, we have a happy, stable life. Stella is a fine wife, and mother, and we get a Christmas card, every year, from Jacko and his wife – not Cindy – in the USA. Jacko has never re-visited the UK, but, one day – who knows?

Stella has filled out a little – her breasts and bottom are rounder, curvier, than they were before. If anything, she has improved, in my eyes. Our sex life is excellent – of course, we always have to have 'three' in the bed – even if it is only recollection of those summer days, with Jacko, or fantasy, when we imagine being joined by one of our male friends, or a teaching colleague of Stella's. 

Stella's sexual 'button' just doesn't get flicked by one guy, on his own, and there almost always has to be a fictional third party present whenever we get it on, at home. Fortunately, that turns me on, too, and we both have vivid imaginations, so there is no shortage of fantasy material.

And, every three months, we board the boys with Stella's parents and set off down to London for a 'theatre visit', including an overnight stop in a small hotel in Kensington. What the grandparents don't know is that we go to the matinee theatre performance, then return to the hotel, where Stella has a long, hot soak in a bath, then dresses carefully – a short, diaphanous dress in sheer silk, with a plunging neckline; a low-cut, transparent brassiere; a high-sided thong; and self-supporting stockings.

By the time the taxi comes to take us to dinner, her eyes are bright, her lips moist, with anticipation, and my cock is like a rod in my pants. Neither of us feels like eating, but we both love the sidelong glances she gets from the other diners – male and female – as they sense the sexual aura exuding from her, and try to get glimpses of her lush body in the inadequate cover offered by her skimpy clothing.

Then another taxi takes us to a nightclub, and we separate as soon as we're admitted. I spend the rest of the evening, nursing a drink, watching as man after man strikes up a conversation with my lovely sexy wife, buying her drinks, sitting with her, casually resting a hand on her shoulder, or leg, while she smiles deep into their eyes, flirting with them, returning their casual touches.

After an hour or two, she begins to accept invitations to dance, and either sways sinuously in front of her partner of the moment, her breasts jiggling temptingly in the tiny bra, her bare bottom cheeks rolling sexily under the semi-transparent dress.

Then, when the music slows, the dances are closer, and she leans into her partner, her breasts brushing against his chest. I stand at the bar, watching, as a hand glides down her back to fondle her buttocks and gently ease her towards the waiting erection. She takes little persuading and is soon rotating her groin against a stranger's hard cock. Occasionally, she will allow herself to be directed to a dark corner, where her partner can insinuate a hand between their bodies and cup it around a soft, warm breast.

She permits this – and even a long, tongue-exchanging kiss – as part of her own stimulation, but she will then move on to another partner, another erection, another pair of hands taking liberties with her receptive body. By this time, she has usually made up her mind which of her admirers will have her tonight, but she delays making this obvious for as long as possible, to allow her the maximum enjoyment of feeling as many cocks as possible, and as many hands caressing her bottom and her tits.

The lucky guy is usually between thirty and forty, experienced, slim, dark – not too well-built, just in case things go wrong and I have to get rid of him. Once the choice is made, I'll know. She will accept his invitation to a third consecutive dance and, when they get into a corner, and he is kissing her and fondling her tits, she allows herself the luxury of slipping her hand onto his cock and, as she caresses it through his trousers, she gently explains the arrangement to him.

By that time, I've made my way round the floor to where they are and, once the guy has gone for the deal, Stella beckons me over, and introduces me. Then we all prepare to leave, and I get a taxi ordered. Stella sits between us, in the taxi, and, once we're on the move, I reach over and kiss her.

While she's returning my kiss, I slip my hand in her dress and ease one of her breasts out of her bra. The guy is watching, of course, and I invite him to have a feel. I love that moment – when I'm kissing Stella, and she feels a stranger's hand on her uncovered breast, and nipple, for the first time. It's as though an electric shock has gone through her. She gives me one deep, final kiss, then turns and surrenders her mouth to the other man.

If he tries, she'll let him strip her half-naked –to the waist – in the cab. She – and I – both get a buzz from the taxi-driver being able to see her delicious naked tits in his mirror. When we arrive at the hotel, she covers herself with a wrap to get us up to the room – then, once we're there, I pour myself a drink and sit down and watch while Stella leads her date to the bed.

She likes him to strip her slowly, with a lot of kissing. For that time, she behaves as if I'm not there, and I watch, consumed with lust, as her 'date' eases her dress off, kissing her mouth, earlobes, shoulders – then, guided by Stella, moves his mouth down to the tops of her sumptuous breasts. Giving little moans of pleasure, Stella usually unclips her bra, herself, and offers her nipples up to be kissed. By then, I can see her rubbing her thighs together as her arousal builds, and it isn't long before the man's hand slides down her front and cups her vaginal area, through her dress.

She raises her hips and thrusts herself against his fingers. He pulls her dress up and, feeling the wetness at the front of her brief panties, slides a finger inside and enters her moist, receptive slit. This brings a deep moan from my writhing wife and, reaching up to grab her own breasts and caress them, she pleads with him to get undressed and show her his cock. As he does so, her hand slides under the top of her thong and finds her clitoris, pushing her dress away as she does so.

Now, she is naked, apart from her tiny panties, teasing her breasts and clit, and sighing in anticipation. When he, too, is naked, she smiles in pleasure at the sight of his erect cock and reaches out to take it in her hand. I am irresistibly reminded of the first time she touched mine, guiding it towards her teenage vulva that long-ago afternoon on the sandbank and I watch, almost overcome with my own arousal, as my sweet wife takes another new cock between her slim fingers.

But, this time, she eases it towards her lips and gently closes them round the head. I can imagine her tongue running round the corona. If, at this point, he doesn't start easing her panties off, Stella reaches down and does it herself then, with her hand still holding the guy's penis gently, slides her legs apart and moves him down her body.

It is at this point that I stand up and begin to strip off, myself, watching the guy kneeling between Stella's spread thighs, his balls tight in his scrotum as Stella positions his hard cock above her welcoming pussy.

"Fuck me, now," she breathes up at him, and slides the tip of his cock against her wet, open lips. "Come on – fuck my cunt!"

From that point on, all three of us, usually, are in seventh heaven – but, especially, Stella. For her, having sex with two men at once is the only really worthwhile sexual experience and, because of her position in the community, she rations herself, strictly, to this 'once every three months' adventure. So far - and we've now done it twenty-three times! – nothing has gone wrong. The men have always gone away more than satisfied, and we've got enough memories to keep us going through another period of domestic respectability.

And, one of these days, I'll meet up with Jacko again, and tell him just what he started off – or, even better, we'll both meet up with him – and show him!

(As always, I would welcome e-mail comments on this story, and all e-mails with a return address will be answered.)