31 comments/ 74059 views/ 27 favorites My Coming Out - My Story By: AtlantaGirl487 Hi, my name is Lisa (yes, it's my real name) and I'm a school teacher living in the Atlanta, Georgia metropolitan area. As to whether I'm a "Southern Belle" or even a "Georgia Peach", I suppose you'd have to make that judgment. All that I'd say for now is that I've always considered myself to be a very typical southern girl. And yes, both my husband and I follow NASCAR and I still have "big hair"! A little of my background; I'm from a small town in middle Georgia. I was brought up in an extremely strict (you guessed it) Baptist environment. I was not allowed to even date until I was 17 and both of my parents watched over me like a pair of hawks. The only time I was ever away from home was during summer church camp where, even there, my parents saw to it that my contacts, especially with guys, were closely monitored. Thankfully, after graduation from high school, I was able to get away to the college campus (University of Georgia, thank you very much!) and finally start living my life. Although I didn't go wild (at least I don't think I did) my social life finally received a kick-start. I lost my virginity halfway through my freshman year and I think I can be described as being pretty sexually active for the next four years. I can honestly say that I never pulled any one night stands but, at the same time, if I dated a guy more than two times he could be pretty well assured that we would end up in bed. Midway through my senior year at UGA I met my husband-to-be, Gary. I fell in love with him almost immediately and after we graduated we were married in a huge Baptist Church ceremony. We have since settled down into what I consider to be a typical middleclass life with the same interests as other people our age (late 20s-early 30s). Our lives have, for the most part, centered around our careers and our Church (don't laugh; I'm a Sunday School teacher at one of the largest Baptist Churches in the entire Atlanta area!) But now, my story really begins. I've been happily married to this great guy for over nine years and have been very satisfied with our marriage. He's in great shape, well-endowed (a rock solid seven inches), and a fantastic lover. However, for the last few months, I had hoped for something different in our bedroom routine. Don't get me wrong; as I said, Gary's a great lover. It's just that Gary has always been extremely mindful of my orgasm; always holding back and delaying until I was completely satisfied. This was all well and good but, at times, I wanted him to simply throw me down on the bed, pull my panties down and take what he wanted; the way he used to do when we were dating. The problem was (and this may have had to do with my Baptist upbringing) I just couldn't tell him that in so many words. And so, I stupidly kept my mouth shut. To this day, I don't know why I did. I've always been extremely honest with my husband. Even before we became engaged, I was upfront with Gary and told him that he (Gary) was exactly the 17th guy that had been between my legs and that if he had wanted a virgin then I was the wrong girl. I had never lied to my husband and never would. Still, I couldn't (or wouldn't) tell him what I wanted. For the past few months, Gary had been bringing home some porno tapes and I eagerly joined him in viewing them. To tell you the truth, good porno (if it's not too gross) really turns me on. And, it was not too unusual for us to head for the bedroom (if we made it that far) after watching some especially good stuff. On this particular Friday night, we had watched a really great porn movie (featuring several two guys/one girl scenes) and we hit the bedroom for some really great sex. After we had finished, I was snuggling up next to my husband when he asked, "How did you like the movie tonight?" "I loved it." was my reply. My husband didn't say anything for a few seconds but finally turned to me and said, "You know, I've really been fantasizing about something like that." "Like what?" came my response. "Oh, you know, watching while another guy screwed you." I sat up in bed as if my pillow was on fire, "YOU WHAT?" My sweet husband was thoroughly taken aback by my response, "Oh....Well...You know...It was just a fantasy...I didn't really mean anything by it." I looked over at him in the darkness and laid my head back down. "Geez," I thought, "Where did THAT come from?" But that was not all I was thinking. I was also thinking about how I could find out if he was really serious. Needless to say, the mood in the bedroom had become a bit tense (OK, REAL tense!) After a couple of minutes, I sat up again, "Gary, uh, just how would something like this happen; I mean, did you actually have someone in mind that you fantasized screwing me?" Now, it was Gary's turn to sit up in bed since he could now see that I had not slammed the door shut on his fantasy and that I might possibly be interested. "No." was Gary's reply. "You know that we could never do something like this with anyone that we know. It would have to be with a total stranger; someone that we don't know and who doesn't know us." "So, how would we ever meet someone like this?" I asked. "I'll show you tomorrow." was all that he would say. We both lay back down. I don't know about Gary but it took me more than a few minutes to get to sleep. The next morning, Gary and I went into the room where we kept our computer. With only a few keystrokes (obviously, he had been there before) he brought up the website that he wanted me to look at. It was clearly a "Swingers" website; one in which all kinds of individuals were advertising to meet other people. Gary made a few changes to the search criteria and narrowed down the selections to single guys in their 30s looking to meet women and other couples in the state of Georgia. It didn't take long to complete the search. There were several guys who fit the search criteria and Gary motioned me to take over the keyboard and look at the "candidates". I gave him my most exasperated look and did as he asked. I won't lie. This was completely new territory to me. The search that Gary had done had pulled up nearly 200 guys. I began looking at the "profiles" of the guys on the first page. No doubt about it, this was a virtual smorgasbord of men. Although all of them had posted their pictures with their profiles some of them were too blurred to look at any further. And, while most of them had at least one facial shot, there were many that included pictures of their full bodies, their NUDE bodies! Many of them had full erections. I suddenly noticed that Gary was looking intently at me while I was looking at the photos. I had pretty much figured out what I was going to say and now was the time to say it. "Look, I don't know if I want to do this but I want to get something straight. If I do decide to pick someone out of here, it will be the guy that I decide on. And, if we decide to meet someone, it will be ME who decides whether or not the guy screws me." You could see the relief in Gary's eyes. At least now, I had given him the chance to realize his fantasy. But I didn't tell Gary the entire truth. That truth was that I was starting to get excited about the prospect of going to bed with another guy and that I was every bit as excited about the prospect of Gary watching me. I told Gary that I needed some time to look at the pictures and to come back in an hour. He readily agreed. I turned my attention back to the men on the web site. To tell you the truth, the majority of them struck me as somewhat gross. Many were overweight and I got the feeling that several of them had lied about their ages. I did see a number of guys who looked promising but, when I would dig further into their profiles, I would generally find something that would put me off about them. I was about 75% finished with the profiles of the men that Gary had selected when I clicked on a profile entitled "Love Married Women". When the photo came up, I wasn't very impressed. He was definitely not your "pretty boy" type. He had a crooked smile, a somewhat ominous drooping mustache, and looked to be somewhat on the skinny side. (I like my men to have some meat on their bones) I moved the computer mouse to click on the next guy when the words caught my eye: "Absolutely love married women, very well endowed, and can cum four times in a night." "HUH?" I thought to myself, "What kind of an ad is THAT?" I stared at the picture a few seconds longer. He had only his facial picture in the ad; no pictures of his body or anything else. I took a closer look at his "likes" and "dislikes" in his profile. There was little there that gave me a better clue as to what he would be like. I sat there for a few minutes; I really didn't know what to do. At that point, Gary came back into the room and casually asked, "How's it going?" I motioned to the picture on the monitor and replied, "What about this one?" Gary sat next to me and silently read the same information that I had spent so much time on. Finally, Gary spoke up, "Sounds OK to me. Do you want to contact him?" The ball was now firmly in my court. It was totally up to me whether this was going to go any further. I hesitated but the words stumbled out, "Yeah, I mean, what would be the harm?" Gary took another look at the ad, "Are you OK with this part?" I looked at the ad more closely. At the end of it were the words, "No picture, No reply". The guy clearly expected a photo of me. I drew the line here. I was not about to send a photo of myself, ANY kind of photo, to a website where it could be further published to the world. I reminded Gary (as if he needed reminding) that if something, like what we were thinking about were to get out, we would have to leave town and that we could both lose our jobs (Gary is a high school coach). Gary agreed but said that we could still reply to that guy's ad, explain our situation, and see what he said. I agreed to this. So, Gary sent our reply to the guy through the website's mail system. Less than two hours later, the guy's response came back. He understood our situation but still wanted to see a picture of me, preferably nude, but that I didn't have to show my face. In addition, he said that we could send him a print of the picture at his residence and that way we could be reasonably assured that it could not go out on the Net. I thought about it, weighed the possible risks, and decided that I could go through with it. Gary promptly got his camera and we went to the bedroom where I completely disrobed. Again, I didn't tell Gary the entire truth. Although Gary had taken many, many pictures of me in the buff, I was getting really excited about the prospect of a total stranger looking at my naked body. Gary took about five pictures of me, full frontal nudes, with my face either concealed or looking away from the camera. After looking at all of them, we decided on the one that showed the least of my face and printed it. "Are you sure about this?" Gary asked. I nodded; I was sure. Gary slipped the picture into a brown envelope, addressed it, and took it to the Post Office. During the next week we heard nothing from the guy, either from the website or the mail. Although I thought about it from time to time, I certainly didn't dwell on it; I had other things to think about. On Saturday morning, my husband had a school sports event to attend so I went to the health club for my normal workout. I returned to our house around noon and saw that the mail had arrived. There was a fairly sizable amount of it; mostly junk mail, so I flipped it onto the kitchen counter and went to take a shower. Returning to the kitchen I began going through the mail and came across a somewhat thick envelope addressed by hand. Uh-Oh, I thought to myself. What do we have here? The return address merely had "Mike" on it with a post office box number and zip code. I held the envelope in my hand for a few seconds wondering what to do. Should I open it? Wait on Gary to get home? Finally I thought, what the heck; I'm part of this too. I carefully tore open the envelope and yet another envelope fell out; tightly sealed and taped shut, just like the outer envelope. I tore it open, took out the contents and then tried to put my eyes back in their sockets over what I saw. The guy who I had seen in the web site had sent us pictures of himself (with his telephone number). But let me tell you, these were no ordinary pictures. In the first picture, he was seated in an oversized living room chair STARK NAKED holding his fully erect cock in his right hand (I could not see his left hand; he was probably using it to take the picture). My jaw dropped so low, it almost hit my chest. He was looking away from the camera at something laid across the arm of the chair. I squinted and looked closer at the object of his attention. OH...MY...GOD, IT WAS MY PICTURE! THE GUY WAS OBVIOUSLY MASTURBATING TO MY PICTURE!!! I was totally stunned. Numbly, I looked at the second picture. It was in the same setting except that now his right hand had moved down to the base of his cock and there appeared to be a grimace forming on his face. I squinted again and saw that it appeared that something white was forming at the end of his cock. WAS HE BEGINNING TO ...? OH...GOOD...LORD! I flipped to the 3d and final picture. My worst fears were realized. The guy had reached his orgasm (still looking at MY photo). The semen was dripping not only out of the end of his cock but down the shaft, over his fingers, down to his balls and finally down to a towel that he had thoughtfully placed under him. I dropped the pictures down on the counter as if they were on fire. Instantly, in what I can only say was a reaction brought about by my Baptist upbringing, I became furious! HOW DARE MY HUSBAND SEND A PHOTO OF ME NAKED TO A PERVERT LIKE THIS? AND, HOW DARE THIS PERVERT MASTURBATE TO MY PHOTO? Suddenly, my common sense and logic returned and I regained my perspective on the whole situation. It was me who had given my husband permission to take the photo and to send the photo to "Mike". And, more importantly, it was me who had become excited at the prospect of a total stranger looking at my naked body. Then, another thought struck me. Wait a minute; here was this guy, obviously excited (obviously!) over a photo not over a naked Playmate or movie star, but, instead over MY photo! This put the entire situation in a new light. I picked up the photos from the counter, took them over to the table and spread them out in front of me. I studied the first picture. No doubt about it; this guy wasn't just big, he was really, REALLY big. OK, I may as well make an admission before I go any further and that admission is that I have ALWAYS been fascinated with guys' cocks. During my dating days in college, I always preferred to make love with the lights on or during daylight because I really got turned on when I saw a guy getting excited and how it affected his member. I thought about other guys that I had been to bed with. As I said, I've been with enough guys to know the differences in cock size and while it has never been a huge issue with me I'd be a liar if I said it was totally unimportant. As I said, Gary is a full seven inches (yes, I've measured him) and though I had been to bed with two guys who had been a bit bigger (maybe an inch or so) Gary was still a far superior lover and more than enough for me. Still, the cock in the photo fascinated me. From the angle of the photo I could see that the head of the cock extended well above his navel. I estimated that he was a full two or three inches longer than Gary. As for the circumference, there was simply no contest between this guy and Gary; his cock was much thicker. I also thought about some of the guys that I had seen in the porno movies. This guy didn't have any apologies to make; he was as big as any of the porn "stars". I moved my attention to the second picture. The guy's hand was now at the base of his cock which emphasized its length even more. In addition, the position of his hand had the effect of pushing his balls more into view. They were a perfect match for his cock; big and totally impressive. However, it was the last picture that really caused me to sit up and take notice. In searching for a word (or words) to describe the amount of semen that came out this guy, the best that I can come up with is "totally prodigious"! It looked like someone had poured a pitcher of cream (thick cream, at that) on the head of the cock. As I said, it extended from the head, down the long thick shaft, across his fingers, down to his balls. I simply shook my head in disbelief; I couldn't believe that much fluid could come out of one man. As I said, I'm fairly knowledgeable about the subject; of all the 17 guys that I've been to bed with, I've sucked off and given hand jobs to all of them. I know that some guys naturally cum more than others and that when they haven't had sex for awhile, they generally put out much more semen and, from my experience is generally thicker. I have always noticed that when I have my period and that when Gary is "cut off", his first output is thicker and more prolific. But, this was totally mind-blowing. I truly believe that Gary (and about all the guys that I had gotten off) would have had to come four or five times to even match the amount that this guy had put out. I sat back and folded my arms. No doubt about it; all men were certainly NOT created equal! I now had a decision to make. WHAT HAPPENS NOW? I thought about it for awhile. It would have been relatively easy for me to throw the pictures away; my husband would have never been the wiser. But I had never lied to my husband and I wasn't going to start now. Besides, I was beginning to admit to myself; I was beginning to want this to happen as much as my husband did. I took the photos and put them back in their envelopes and put the envelope back in the middle of the stack of mail. My husband returned about two hours later from the sporting event. As was his habit, he walked over to the fridge and retrieved a can of beer. "Any mail?" he asked. In my best, disinterested, casual voice, I replied, "Over on the counter." I hesitated a bit and then added in the same tone of voice, "By the way, that guy you sent my photo to sent us some pictures." I went over to the sink and pretended to be cleaning some produce but I was looking at my husband out of the corner of my eye as he flipped through the mail. When he reached the brown envelope containing the pictures, I looked away and listened for his response. He looked at all three pictures; the kitchen became suddenly quiet. I heard him softly say, "Damn." He looked up at me, "I guess the guy wasn't lying about being endowed, was he?" I looked back at him, trying to keep the disinterested look on my face and replied, "I suppose not." Gary looked back at the photos for a few seconds and asked, "Well, what do you want to do?" I shrugged my shoulders, "Well, I suppose it wouldn't do any harm to talk to him on the phone." I was hoping that Gary wouldn't see how interested I really was. Gary picked the receiver up from the wall unit; dialed the number and motioned for me to pick up the mobile phone. Maybe it was just my imagination, but my heart started to pound. After a couple of rings, the phone was answered. I was very happily surprised. The guy (Mike) turned out to have a very deep, pleasant voice. It may sound stupid but it just didn't match the face in the picture. Gary introduced Mike to me and for the next few minutes we just went back and forth learning more about each other. Mike was a construction worker, here in Atlanta for a few months working on a large project south of Atlanta. His regular home was in Texas (I thought I had recognized some sort of cowboy twang!) He was very easy to talk to; not loud, boisterous or pushy. In other words, he seemed like a very nice person; one that I would not be uncomfortable around. My Coming Out - My Story After about 15 minutes of conversation, Gary placed one hand over the mouthpiece to the phone and mouthed the words, "OK"? while at the same time shrugging his shoulders. This time I couldn't hide my reaction. I took a very visible deep breath and nodded. For the next few minutes we worked out the "ground rules" for our meeting. First, there were no commitments being made and we needed to confirm that everyone would be comfortable with the arrangements. Gary then asked Mike if, in the event that we did get serious, he would mind if we took some pictures and/or videos (I had previously told Gary that I would go along with this). Mike's reply was that he didn't mind as long as we gave our word that the pictures wouldn't end up on the web. For the first time in the conversation, I laughed out loud, "Believe me, you can be absolutely sure that nothing will be published. You don't know how safe you are from that happening!" Mike laughed and said that he was now sure that he wanted to meet us. After a few "housekeeping" details were ironed out, we set up the time, date (the following Friday), and place for our meeting. We were about to end the call when I casually mentioned to Mike, "You know, we really enjoyed your photos." He thanked me and told me that he had put my photo on the chair so as to prove that he was the one in the photo. That seemed to make sense to me but suddenly thought to myself, "Hmm, if that's the reason, why did he send three photos?" Suddenly, the answer came to me. He was trying to make a point. As far as I was concerned, he had made his point perfectly fine. The week passed quickly and uneventfully. However, for some reason, Gary's lovemaking (we made love two times during the week) seemed to take on some added intensity. I don't know how or why I felt this; maybe it was just my imagination. During that week we said very little about our upcoming meeting on Friday night. Suffice to say, I found myself thinking about it more than a few times. Friday afternoon, I left work a couple of hours early and went straight home. I had already laid out the clothes that I was going to wear. I have a strapless (bra top)white sun dress that I like to wear on occasion and I thought it would be perfect. I'm one of those idiots that like to spend a lot of time at the pool and beach so the white dress provided a perfect contrast to my dark tan. With a pair of "peep toe" white pumps with skinny T-straps and I was ready to go. Stepping out of the shower I toweled off and began to dress. Gary had arrived while I was in the shower and was now getting ready. I started to put on my panties but hesitated. I had selected a pretty ordinary pair of panties but suddenly thought to myself, well, "Dress to Impress." I reached into my lingerie draw and took out my newest (and most expensive) pair of panties. I had made a trip to Victoria's Secret two weeks before and had bought them specifically for Gary. The panties were embroidered satin and lace; I knew that Gary would be crazy about them. It seemed somehow wrong that a total stranger might be the first to see them but I thought, what the heck, if it comes to that, Gary will see them too. I finished dressing and sat on our bed to put on my pumps. About that time, Gary came out of the shower and took a long look at me. "Damn, you look good," was his reaction to my "look". I stood up and replied, "Hey, you never heard of, if ya got it, flaunt it?" We both laughed. After Gary dressed, he picked up his camera bag and we headed out. We agreed with Mike that we would meet at a large hotel close to the Atlanta Airport. This was good for us since it was a considerable distance from our house (about 45 miles) and we figured that there was little or no chance that we would be seeing anyone that we knew. During the drive I noticed that my husband kept glancing at me out of the corner of his eye. For my part, I looked straight ahead and said very little. However, you can be assured that a million things were racing through my mind. Our only attempts at conversation were to go over the silent signals that we had prearranged that were to cover all the situations that we believed we would be running into. After about 50 minutes of driving we pulled into the hotel parking lot and headed for the hotel bar/lounge. As we prepared to go through the glass doors I think I took the deepest breath that I have ever taken in my life. We had no trouble spotting Mike sitting in a booth away from the door. It sounds stupid now but the only thing I could think of when we walked up to him was, "My God, he's wearing a Stetson!" It was true. Mike was a Texan from the top of his hat to the bottom of his feet. However, as was the case when I first heard his voice, I was pleasantly surprised. Mike immediately stood up and shook our hands. I was a bit surprised that he was only about five foot eight or so, however, his grip was firm and he looked me directly in the eye as introductions were made. He moved around the table until he was directly across from us. As you can imagine, our initial attempts at conversation were pretty pathetic. We talked about the traffic getting to the hotel, the heat, about anything but what we were all thinking about. However, as we talked, I realized that my apprehensions were beginning to melt away. No doubt, some of this had to do with the two glasses of wine that I was gulping down but Mike had a manner that was extremely appealing to me. He was definitely not GQ material but, at the same time, he was an absolutely unpretentious, what-you-see-is-what-you-get type of guy that I've always liked (a lot like Gary!) We had talked for over 45 minutes when I now had a decision to make. It was going to be MY decision and MINE alone. I took another drink of wine and casually put my hand under the table to rest on my husband's thigh. After a few seconds, I took a deep breath and squeezed his thigh; my signal to Gary that I was OK with inviting Mike to be with us. We talked for another five minutes and then Gary casually said to Mike, "You know Mike, I don't think that Lisa and I are going to drive back home tonight and we're going to get a room here. Would you like to join us for awhile?" You could see Mike's eyes light up, "Yeah, I think I'd like that." Gary excused himself and went to the front desk to get our room. I stayed at the table with Mike. I kept looking down at my wine glass and looked up to see Mike looking directly at me. I suppose the wine was starting to get my nerve up but I looked back at him and said, "You know, I'd really like to ask you something." "Ask away", was his response. I looked around (there were people at some of the other tables) and motioned him to move closer which he was only too glad to do. I motioned him to move his head closer and whispered in his ear, in my best Southern Girl draw, "Can you really cum four times in one night?" His grin went from ear to ear. "I suppose there's only one way to find out, isn't there?" I smiled back at him as Gary returned with the room key. We finished our drinks and left the lounge. As it turned out, our room was on the first floor, not that far from where we had left our car. Gary went immediately to our car and retrieved the camera equipment from the trunk. As we entered the room, I turned to Gary and asked him for one of the wine coolers that he had jammed into the camera bag. Truth be told, I really needed it as my excitement was causing my hands to shake. Gary handed me the wine cooler and I sat down on the couch. Mike and Gary sat down on the chairs directly across from me, about ten feet away. When I sat down, I was very careful to orient myself more toward Mike than Gary. I casually let my dress ride up, halfway up my thighs. I crossed my legs and was pleased to see Mike smiling as he was looking up my dress. It was plain to see that he liked what he saw. As you can imagine, there was more than a little tension in the room. I drank the wine cooler like it was soda pop and asked Gary for another. Although Gary and I had talked about how we would get things started, it was up to me to say the words that would kick it off. I took another gulp of the wine cooler, ran my hand around the bottle opening, and sat it on the table beside the couch. I took another deep breath (maybe two) and said, "Do you know what I've always wanted to do but never have?" "Hey, tell us." Mike said. "Just this," I replied, "Mike, I want you to stand right there and Gary, I want you to stand right there." I pointed to two places on the opposite side of their chairs. "Now, what I've always wanted is for two guys to strip completely naked in front of me." Mike and Gary grinned broadly at each other and went to their designated positions. I have to confess, although I did glance from time to time at my husband, I scarcely looked at him as he and Mike were getting naked. Most of the time I gazed at Mike, eyeing him up and down. As he got down to his shorts, revealing his huge bulge, I almost forgot that Gary was in the room. As Mike began to pull down his totally sexy briefs, I was almost out of my mind with anticipation. Mike's big cock almost leaped into view when it was freed from the final piece of clothing. Although the cock was not fully erect, it was well on its way there. I glanced over at Gary and saw that he was in the same condition. Finally, both guys were standing before me; totally bare-assed naked. I was getting so turned on that I couldn't stand it! Hesitantly, Mike looked over at Gary. Gary's response was a smile and a quick, "Hey, you first, man." Mike didn't have to be told twice. With two quick strides, he covered the ground between him and me and was on to me like a flash. Starting with a long, deep kiss he began to kiss my neck and bare shoulders. I leaned forward slightly; I was already eager for him to get to the "good parts." Mike's hands went behind me and I felt the zipper to my dress going down. In an instant, my pretty white sun dress was down around my waist. I am definitely not a big-breasted woman, however, I do have large nipples ("silver dollars" as Gary calls them) that go from puffy to hard in a flash. This was now the case as Mike began to run his tongue over them and gently suck them. I was now totally into it. Although it had been my biggest fear that I would be uncomfortable with Gary watching me get it on with another guy, I can honestly say that I had almost forgotten that Gary was in the room. Now, Mike's right hand had moved from my knee, up between my thighs, to my crotch. I spread my legs wide as his big rough hands massaged and kneaded my rapidly moistening pussy. At the same time, after a number of attempts, I was finally able to reach down and grab the huge pole that had been on my mind since the previous week. I simply could not believe the girth of Mike's huge cock; I could not get my hand completely around it. That didn't stop me from squeezing it; an action that provoked a gasp out of Mike. Mike dropped to his knees and reached under me. I lifted my butt slightly and Mike jerked my dress down to my ankles, over my pumps and threw it on a corner of the couch. He firmly grabbed my knees pulling them apart even more widely and placed his face into my crotch. I quickly put both my hands behind his head and held on tightly as he moved his face back and forth. After no more than a couple of minutes I could feel his hands moving under me, grasping the sides of my panties. Again, I lifted my butt and in an instant I was as naked as Mike, save for my pumps. Mike looked now at my glistening wet pussy. With a guttural, "Oh Yeah" He again dived into my crotch. I'm not sure that I would rate Mike's oral skills as the best I've ever had, but the guy was definitely enthusiastic. Not bothering to locate, let alone stimulate, my clitoris he instead began roughly licking up and down on my pussy stopping only to stick his tongue inside me. As I said, his technique may not have been much, but I was certainly not complaining! Although I would have preferred that Mike continue with this, he abruptly got to his feet and, in the same move, pulled me from couch and to my knees. Suddenly, I was face to face (or should I say face to cock?) with the huge rod that I had stared at in a photograph less than a week before. Believe me, inches from my face, it was even more impressive than it had been in the picture. Trying again to get my hand around Mike's cock, I gently gave the head a few tentative licks rubbing my tongue over the smooth surface. However, Mike couldn't (or wouldn't) wait. Instead, putting one hand firmly behind my head, he abruptly shoved the huge head into my mouth. As I said, I've given head to every guy that I've had sex with (yes, I do swallow) and I have never had any problem accommodating any guy's prick, at least the first few inches of it. In fact, although I can't deep throat, I can usually get at least half of a guy's member into my mouth. I don't think that my mouth is any bigger or smaller than other women's mouths, however, when it comes to oral sex, Mike just isn't built for the "average" woman's mouth. The moment Mike pushed his cock into my mouth, I knew that I had a problem. Although I struggled and really tried, I simply couldn't do anything with the big thing. I didn't know how really badly I was overmatched until I saw one of the photos that Gary had taken. I didn't realize it (as I said, I really didn't think of my husband as being in the room at the time) but Gary had taken a photo at the time when I was struggling with Mike's rod. Although it certainly wasn't humorous at that moment, I still find the photo so grotesque that it's almost funny. At the exact moment that Gary snapped the shutter, my eyes were wide open looking up at Mike. The girth of Mike's cock has my mouth spread so far open that the veins are sticking out on my face and neck and my face is as red as a beet. It looks all the world like some crazy woman trying to suck the large end of a softball bat! (I might be exaggerating slightly but you get the picture.) I was beginning to gag and also having trouble breathing. Luckily for me, Mike realized my predicament. Stepping back, he slid his cock head from my lips and reached down to lift me to my feet. I could finally breathe again but Mike wasn't about to give me much time to catch my breath. Gently but firmly, he walked me over to the bed. The "main event" was about to begin. Never taking my eyes off his cock, I sat on the edge of the bed and pushed myself back until I was directly in the middle. Mike now saw my fascination with his "best part" and slowly, deliberately, got on the bed eventually positioning himself between my open legs. During the whole time, my eyes still remained fixed on the thick white column. As Mike moved across the bed, the big thing swayed back and forth, occasionally bobbing up and down as if it were on some sort of invisible string. Again, if Mike was trying to make a point, he was certainly succeeding! I pushed myself up on both elbows to keep my gaze on Mike's member. I couldn't stop thinking to myself; How? How am I going to accommodate this thing? From the look on my eyes, Mike seemed to know exactly what I was thinking. Putting his right hand on his totally rigid member he jammed his hand down to the base of the shaft. The effect of this was to make the huge prick look even more frightening. The head immediately jerked up and the veins on the shaft seemed to stick out even more. "Hey baby," Mike said softly, "Have you ever had one as big as this one?" I bit my lip and shook my head. I was doing my best to show him that I wasn't intimidated but I was beginning to lose the battle. Mike positioned himself even closer, "Come on baby, show me that nice little pussy of yours." For the first time, my eyes looked up into his. I complied with his wish; my right hand slid down my belly and, using my index and middle fingers, I gently spread my labia apart. Mike chuckled, "Oh, yeah baby; it's beautiful." Now, we were getting down to business. Mike, still clutching the huge cock at its base, now put the big head between my open pussy lips. With a slight push, the head disappeared inside me. Although I had been struggling (foolishly) to keep my emotions from erupting, I couldn't hold it in any longer. A very perceptible moan erupted from my lips. My hand left my pussy and returned to the bed. I was still up on my elbows watching with both fascination and dread the huge member that was now going up inside me. To Mike's everlasting credit, he did take it easy on me (at least at the beginning). If he had crammed the big thing into me all at once, the people over at the Atlanta Airport would have heard me yell. Mike kept easing the huge rod into my trembling but compliant pussy. The feeling was unlike any other that I have had. At one point, I wasn't even sure that I was liking it. I only knew that I was being filled up more than I ever had before. Again, I tried to limit my emotions to soft, barely audible moans. Suddenly, I knew that it was useless; the feelings had become much too intense. When Mike had about 75% of his huge member in me, I couldn't help it; I threw my head back and moaned like a coyote baying at the moon, "Oh, MY GOD!" I fell back onto the bed. Mike quickly positioned himself on top of me and proceeded to feed the remainder of his cock to my pussy. I totally gave up all semblances to the "Porn Chick cool" that I had been trying to maintain, "Oh, JESUS CHRIST....Oh, MY GOD!" Mike lay still for a few brief moments; as if letting me get accustomed to his massive prick. Then, almost imperceptibly, he began a slow back and forth movement. At the beginning, I had attempted to position my legs as I normally did with Gary, with my ankles locked behind Mike's butt. (I like this position as it seems to heighten my sensations of his butt going up and down while his cock is sliding in and out.) Since Mike was so slender, this worked for awhile but not for long. Gradually, Mike began to move back and forth at a faster rate. At first, I was beginning to think that I was getting used to it; I moved my arms, which had been above my head, down to my body and wrapped them around Mike. Abruptly, Mike's rhythm changed; he seemed to stop for a brief instant. Suddenly, with no warning, Mike apparently decided that it was time to teach the "Southern Belle" a lesson. With one savage thrust, Mike buried his member into me. I yelled in surprise at the sudden movement, "Oh, SHIT!" But the "lesson" was just beginning. Mike now began to put it to me in earnest. Deliberately, he began to pound me, withdrawing only a few inches only to quickly drive it in again. Now he was settling into a new rhythm; one that resembled a pile driver more than anything else. I can safely say that I have never been screwed so hard in my entire life. His thrusts were like sledge hammer blows; he seemed to be intent on driving me through the mattress. My moans increased, both in their frequency and volume. This guy was sending me someplace I had never been sent before. Although I wasn't aware of it, Gary had continued photographing the scene; some with the digital camera and some with the video camera. As I was later viewing the photos (Gary had taken about 15 of the first session) I wasn't surprised to see that in EVERY scene that Mike was on top of me, my eyes were either tightly closed in a grimace or they were open to the point that I was absolutely bug-eyed. I was being totally dominated by Mike. As you can imagine, I can't comment much on Mike's technique. He HAD no technique; unless you can call getting on a woman and screwing her brains out a technique. He was like a machine; there was no variation in his thrusting whatsoever. I had been to bed with a couple of guys that were a bit rough. However, they, and just about every other guy that I've had between my legs has done some hard ramming for a time but has alternated his thrusting at one point or another. Not Mike. He had one speed and that was hard and fast. My Coming Out - My Story I had my arms around Mike holding on for dear life. The force of his hard thrusting had forced my legs apart to the extent that I was just laying back and let Mike take what he wanted. I had no concept of anything except the huge prick that was sliding in and out of me. My moans never stopped, "Oh JESUS GOD, PLEASE...Oh MY GOD! MIKE, HONEY, OH MIKE!" For the life of me, I can't tell you how long it went on like this. It could have been ten minutes; it could have been thirty minutes. All I know is that I was getting laid like I had never been laid before. I don't know really know how to put into words the feelings that I had during my first orgasm with Mike. All that I know is that sometime during this incredible feeling of being stretched to my absolute limit I could feel every nerve in my body going down into my pelvic region. Although it had seemed to start out as a dull ache it was now expanding into wave after wave of sheer pleasure. Suddenly, the explosion hit and I cried out; even sobbed as it hit, "Oh MY GOD...MY GOD...MY GOD...!" Even though Mike was firmly atop me, thrusting away, my hips had the sensation that they were floating off the bed. If any airplane had flown through the room, I wouldn't have noticed. After my orgasm had hit me (and I do mean "hit") I continued to hold Mike tightly and relish the feeling of his hard, rhythmic motion. Again, I had no idea of how much longer this went on until I noticed that Mike's breathing had become heavy and was coming in quick gasps. Then, Mike finally came to the brink, "Oh, SHIT, Oh Baby, Oh SHIT!" He then gave one, two, three final hard thrusts, "Oh, YEAH!" Although my pussy was somewhat numb due to Mike's hard screwing and my own orgasm, I could feel his big cock convulse time after time. Mike collapsed on top of me. I could feel the big rod slowly but perceptively shrinking a bit inside me. I lowered my legs and smiled up at him, "You know Mike, you're really TOO much." We both laughed. About that time, Mike looked over his shoulder and then turned back to me, "I think there's someone else that wants to do something with you." With that he rolled off me. I looked up to see Gary smiling down at me. I looked further down and saw that he had a huge erection; as big as I've ever seen from him. I laid back, put my arm under my head, and murmured in my sweetest Georgia Peach voice, "OK Honey, but how about giving me a couple of minutes to rest, OK?" To my complete and utter shock, his smile faded and he quickly knelt between my legs, "Fuck that, I'm not waiting another second." With that, Gary roughly (and I mean roughly) grabbed my legs and put them on his shoulders. I didn't have time to react, "Oh Gary, Honey, don't!" But it was way too late! With my legs firmly on his shoulders, Gary now pinned my hands above my head with one hand and with the other hand reached down between his legs. "Oh, Gary. No Baby, Oh SHIT, Oh MY GOD!" was all I could get out. My dear sweet husband had rammed every inch of his stiff cock into me with one gigantic, brutal thrust. Had this been any other time, it might have hurt like hell. However, with all the semen that Mike had left inside me, Gary's cock slid in easily and I accommodated him with no problem. However, that didn't mean that I still didn't have my hands (and pussy) full; far from it! While Gary's cock may have been a couple of inches shorter and bit smaller around, the effects of his rough, pile-driving thrusting into me were not much different than I had felt from Mike. I don't know if watching Mike pound me had given Gary ideas but he was definitely screwing me like he had never before. Now, I had completely forgotten that Mike was in the room as Gary worked me over. Again, the only sounds were my moans of delight except now there was an additional sound that was being made while Gary's cock was going in and out of my semen-filled pussy. I don't know how you would describe it (gushy? slurping?) but the sound would continue for the rest of the evening while Mike and Gary were inside me. In no time at all, I was again at the brink; on the verge of another great orgasm. Only this time, instead of a gradual wave, it exploded on me like a rocket going through my abdomen. As Gary still had my hands firmly pinned above my head, I could only cry out, "Oh YES, YES, YES, SHIT YES!" I truly thought that I was going to faint; maybe I actually did for a couple of seconds but the feelings were indescribable. I don't think that Gary lasted more than ten minutes before I heard his animal-like grunt, "Damn, Oh YEAH! HERE IT COMES!" He suddenly moved his hands down to my butt and squeezed the cheeks so hard that I cried out. I felt his cock convulse as he added his load of semen to Mike's. Slowly, Gary withdrew from me, lifted my legs from his shoulders and lay down next to me. At the same time, Mike put the camera down and lay on the opposite side. I couldn't move; I was totally drained. Both of the guys were smiling down at me. "Hey Baby," Gary said, "Which one was the best? And you'd better say me!" All three of us broke out laughing. "I'll never tell!" was my response. I sat up, intending to go to the bathroom. However, both guys pulled me back. "What's the need?" asked Mike, "You're just going to have to go again, later." Again, we all laughed. I just shrugged, thinking to myself, if they want me sloppy then that's the way they'll get me. I lay back down between Mike and Gary and for the next hour we talked; sometimes about what we had just done; sometimes about nothing in particular. After we had rested for awhile, both guys started to get THAT look back in their eyes. I certainly wasn't going to fight it. As I was lying on my back both Mike and Gary began to play with my breasts. I closed my eyes concentrating on how really great it felt. Then, as if on cue, Mike and Gary began alternately sucking and licking on my breasts. The feeling was TREMENDOUS! When Mike and Gary had started on me, I had been somewhat uncomfortable lying in the big puddle of semen that had seeped out of me and accumulated on the sheets. Now, I could have been lying in a pool of ice water and I wouldn't have noticed. To tell you the truth, I had never felt so sexy in my entire life. Ladies, if you ever have the chance to have two guys licking and sucking your breasts, I HIGHLY recommend it! After a few minutes of this, I was more than ready for another "main event". I brought my knees up and spread my legs slightly. Still the guys continued working over my nipples. Now, I didn't want to wait any longer, "Come on, come on, one of you." I didn't care which one. I just wanted one of the guys to get it on with me. Still, they continued their "punishment" of my breasts. Finally, I couldn't stand it. One of my legs dropped and, still with my eyes closed, I reached over to that side to try to pull WHOEVER that guy was over on top of me. As it turned out, the guy on that side was Mike. I smiled up at him and murmured, "Come on. I'm ready." I began to spread my legs even wider for him when he said, "Oh no, baby. I want to see that gorgeous ass of yours." Now, I ask you, how can a girl ignore a polite invitation like that? I rolled over on my stomach and again spread my legs for him. Mike quickly got to his knees and, positioning himself again between my legs, reached down with his big strong hands and roughly pulled me up until I was on my knees and elbows. Looking back over my shoulder, I could see that big cock of his; stiff and ready. I didn't have any apprehension this time. I knew that I wanted it; and I wanted it NOW! Mike put one of his hands between my thighs and gently pushed one of them. I readily spread myself a bit more for him, feeling the head of his cock on my butt. With his hands firmly on the sides of my hips, Mike moved closer and placed the head again at the entrance to my pussy. As I said, this time I didn't have any anxiety about his great size. Now, owing to the large amount of semen that Mike and Gary had put into me the first time around, the big shaft slid into me considerably easier than it previously had. Don't get me wrong, it was still a lot to accommodate but with the added lubrication and my new attitude (I think you could probably call it horniness!) I was able to take it after a few in and out strokes. I don't know about other women, but I like the doggie position because of the feeling that it gives me. I don't know why but when I'm down on my knees and elbows being screwed, I have a greater sensation of taking the full length of a guy's cock (would being impaled, be the right phrase?). Now, owing to the size of Mike's cock, those sensations were heightened even more. Mike and Gary's playing with my breasts had already sent me to the brink of another orgasm. I knew that it wouldn't take long for me to go over the top again. Mike began his steady in-and-out movements. As before, he didn't worry about taking it easy on me. Seeming to brace himself behind me, he suddenly sped up his movements. Holding on to my hips with a grip that almost made me cry out, he began to stab deeper and harder inside me. The force of his thrusts literally began moving me across the bed. I struggled to maintain my position, grabbing handfuls of the sheets and blanket to try to steady myself. It was useless; I was being completely overpowered by Mike. Seeing that he was about to drive me into the headboard, Mike squeezed my hips even tighter and pulled me back to the center of the bed. This was to be the pattern for the next few minutes; ten or fifteen overpowering thrusts into me, followed by a tug which moved me back to the center of the bed. The feeling was again, incredible. Each thrust was punctuated by a loud slap of his thighs against my opened hips. And, with each slapping sound, came a half-cry/half squeal from my throat, "Oh, GOD, MIKE, MIKE, MIKE!" It was inevitable that I was going to cum quickly. As with my other orgasms, the dull aching feelings began to build in my abdomen, now intensified by the sensations of being stretched to my very limits by Mike's huge rod. My head snapped up and, again, like a dog baying at the moon, both moaning and sobbing, I could only cry out, "Yes, Yes, Yes, YES!" Although my hair was hopelessly down in my face, I could see that my husband was suddenly on the bed, seating himself with his fully erect cock just inches from my face. I could only say to myself, "Now what?" (As if I didn't know!) Gary slid closer to me. I obediently opened my mouth and felt the head of his cock sliding past my lips. Now I had a real problem. Because of the force of Mike's pounding my butt, I was being forced to take more and more of Gary's rigid seven inches into my mouth. Now, the sounds of my butt being pounded were punctuated with my strangled, gagging moans. Thankfully, Gary realized that I was about to choke. Placing one hand firmly on the top of my shoulder, I was now able to accommodate Gary without gagging, while, at the same time keeping my butt into position for Mike. I think you can safely say that neither guy was interested in taking it easy on me. Instead, both of them started engaging in a running conversation about how great it felt for THEM. "Man, your old lady is one great piece of ass!" came out of Mike. "You think I don't know it, man?" was Gary's rejoinder. "Oh man, that feels great!", Gary continued, "When, she squeals like that, it's better than any vibrator!" I wasn't in any position to tell him what was really on my mind, "Gary, honey, I'm SO damn happy for you! Whose idea was this?" I could hear Gary's breath quicken. I knew that he was getting close to his orgasm. And, I knew that this was going to be a real problem. Normally, when I give Gary head (and, in fact, with every other guy that I've gone down on) I like to be on my knees so when the semen begins to spurt, I can get the cock head to the back of my mouth so that the cream simply goes down my throat. I certainly don't mind the taste of semen; at times I have sucked a guy off with my head in his lap and held all of it before swallowing. It's just a matter of personal preference. However, in the position I was now in, it was going to be almost impossible to get it all down without at least some of it going up my nose (a disaster that I had happen early in my sexual adventures!) Thankfully, Mike began to grunt, an animal-like grunt that I realized was the beginning of his orgasm. I braced myself for his final few thrusts and tried to concentrate on not making any more vibrations with my mouth so that Gary didn't explode at the same time. Suddenly, Mike cried out, "YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, Take it Baby!" Again, I felt the convulsions of his cock deep in my pussy. Gradually, his breathing returned to normal. He gave me a couple of friendly pats on my butt and withdrew. In a New York second, Gary took his stiff prick out of my mouth and scrambled around on the bed to take Mike's former position. I knew he wouldn't last long. In less than a minute of brutal thrusting, I could feel his body tense up and begin to quiver, "Shit! YEAH, YEAH, Oh GOD!" Again, I felt the convulsions of his cock as he tightly squeezed and spread apart my butt cheeks with an intensity that again made me cry out, "Gary, Gary, Oh, Jesus Christ!" Gary's cock began to grow limp. He leaned heavily down on me, causing me to collapse on the bed in a heap. I didn't even try to roll back over on my back. Like the first time, I was totally spent after being worked over by these two guys. Gary rolled off me and, as with the first time, Mike joined us and I was sandwiched between their bodies. Both of the guys began to rub my butt, gently squeezing and massaging the cheeks. "You guys are awful." I murmured. We all laughed; they knew that I meant exactly the opposite. Again, we lay there, just chatting about nonsense and how we felt. After a few minutes I dozed off. I'm not sure how long I slept. I don't even know if Mike and Gary had fallen asleep. However, after a period of time, I received a "wake-up call" that definitely didn't come from the hotel's front desk. As I was lyng comfortably between Mike and Gary, I became conscious of a gentle nuzzling against my neck. At first, I wasn't sure of which guy it was but, gradually, I became aware that it was Mike. "Hey Lisa," Mike whispered, "Let's go for a little walk." "Good Lord, where?" was my sleepy reply. "Come on, I'll show you." he said, again in a low whisper. Mike got up from the bed and extended his hand. I took it and he gently pulled me up. I stumbled a bit, not realizing that I still had on my pumps. Mike put his arm around my waist and walked me away from the bed. "Where are we going?" I again asked. "Not far." was his answer. We walked in the low light over to the couch. "Aha," I thought, "Now we're going to screw on the couch." However, instead of drawing me down to the couch, Mike instead led me behind the couch and with a firm push, faced me away from him. In my own sleepy mind, I still didn't know what he was going to do. He gently cupped my breasts in his hands and kissed me on both sides of my neck. I could feel the now-familiar cock again throbbing against my butt. I reached back and wrapped (or tried to wrap) my hand around the engorged pole. "Mike honey, you have the biggest cock that I've ever had. I just don't know how to handle you." I whispered. "Baby, you're doing a great job," Mike whispered back, "Now, let's try this." I didn't even get a chance to ask what "this" was going to be. With one movement, Mike suddenly grabbed my butt and roughly threw me over the back of the couch. I gasped as he positioned himself behind me. I was totally helpless; more helpless than I've ever been. My feet were off the floor; my arms were hanging down and I was unable to push myself up. Now I knew that I was really in for it. As with every other time, Mike roughly spread my legs making me totally vulnerable to him. There was nothing I could do except to "bend over and take it." However, in a bit of good fortune for me, Mike's act of spreading my legs further also caused my labia to be spread to expose my clitoris to the rough fabric of the couch. The feeling of this rough cloth on my love button was a new sensation for me; one that I definitely liked! Mike now stepped closer to me and with one hand began to move his big pole, teasingly, across my butt and up and down my butt crack. I began to moan softly. Again, I wanted this big cock inside me. Mike didn't make me wait any longer. Putting the big cock head up against my labia, he gave a gentle push that didn't stop until he had almost half of his rod inside me. I cried out but since my face was now pushed into the cushions on the couch all that could be heard was a muffled moan. With just two or three back-and-forth movements, Mike was totally inside. My muffled moans continued as Mike began to really screw me in earnest. My arms flailed helplessly up and down on the couch. My legs began pumping as if I were trying to ride some invisible bicycle. All my movements and moaning just seemed to get Mike even more excited. He wasn't trying to spread my legs apart now. I willingly opened myself as wide as I could; both to receive him and to expose my stiff love button to the coarse fabric on the couch. Mike's rocking back and forth put me over the brink in record time. I don't think I've ever cum so fast in my entire life. Again, wave after wave of pure pleasure swept over me. I screamed at the top of my lungs but I was screaming directly into the large cushions. Suddenly, I heard the now familiar animalistic grunting that signaled the beginning of Mike's orgasm. This time Mike seemed to withdraw almost all of his cock. Then with one savage thrust slammed it back into me, "DAMN, OH YEAH, DAMN, THAT'S GOOD!" After his huge cock had completed its convulsions, Mike slowly withdrew. Now, besides being just helpless, I was now drained and helpless. I had no strength in which to push myself up from my prone position. I was faintly aware of something oozing from me; down my thighs and then down past my knees. I didn't care; I was totally spent. Mike reached down and pulled me back onto my feet. With one arm around my waist he gently, slowly walked me back to the bed. For the first time, I became aware that I was walking like some cowboy (or in my case, cowgirl?) who had been riding for months. And, along with that, came the initial twinges of soreness and chaffing from my vulva that began to make me realize that I was really being pushed to my limits. I lay down on the bed next to Gary with Mike sliding next to me. Gary hadn't stirred (or seemed to stir) once during the entire time that Mike had me bent over the back of the couch. Did he sleep through the whole thing? Even with my face firmly in the cushions of the couch, I had made a considerable amount of noise (not to mention Mike's thighs slapping noisily again my bottom). I shrugged to myself. I was glad that he wasn't ready to screw me again; this time I really needed the rest. I think that all of us must have gone to sleep for a couple of hours. When I awoke, I could see that it was getting close to daybreak. I glanced over at Gary. Again, he appeared to be asleep. Suddenly, I felt Mike's hand on my shoulder, "Hey Lisa, last night didn't you ask me if I could really cum four times in one night?" "Oh no," I replied, "I'll be glad to take your word for it." "Now you know, that's not going to work, don't you?" was his comeback. I shook my head and thought to myself, "What the hell kind of guy is this?" I didn't have time to contemplate the answer. Mike pulled at my shoulder, "Come on baby, you know what to do." He was trying to get me over to the couch again. I stood up and, again, felt his arm around my waist. As I began to walk with him, the chaffing suddenly came back. I knew that another full session with him was really going to be uncomfortable.