10 comments/ 116106 views/ 26 favorites Paula's First By: Erosmosis "God, I'm wet," I thought to myself. My husband and I looked nervously at each other...waiting. What we have fantasized about for months was now moments away. Nervous butterflies flickered in my stomach as I preened in the bathroom mirror making sure that I look just right for my new lover. Low music floated in the background from the living room. I checked my makeup and lingerie, making sure everything is perfect. I want it to be perfect. I want it to be irresistible for him. I adjusted the bustier and turned to admire my ass in the mirror. The thong and fishnets made me look very fuckable, or so my husband told me. I had to admit, it looked pretty good in the mirror. This moment was the end of a process that started with the creation of a profile on a popular dating website. Although ostensibly for people looking to cheat on their spouses, our profile was different. My husband had designed it to advertise my desire, his desire, our desire, to find a man to fuck me while my husband watched. He took care of the details and much of the leg work. He came up with the name and filled in the information. I helped some, but left most of the heavy lifting to him. All I had to do, he told me, was pose for some very suggestive pictures. Pictures. I was wondering what to wear for them when he led me by the hand to some items already laid out on the bed. It was only a few items: a bustier, thigh-high fishnets, a thong, and some fuck-me pumps. "What do I need to do with those," I asked. "Just look pretty and pose for some pictures," he told me, giving me a sly smile. "Then, be ready to choose some stud to fuck you." I dressed in the outfit while he went to get the camera we purchased for our honeymoon to the Caribbean. It felt strange putting on these sexy clothes. Its not that I don't ever wear sexy clothes. I love to play dress-up for Halloween and Carnival, but this was different. It felt like a dress rehearsal of sorts for our fantasy and I found myself wanting to look good for a bunch of strangers that would see me on the internet, deciding whether they wanted to be the one. I finished getting dressed and my husband told me to get on the bed. "Don't worry, I won't include your face," he promised. He had me lay back on the bedspread and spread my legs and shot a few pics that way. Although tentative at first, I began to pose, shifting into new positions. My husband encouraged me to imagine my lover's eyes seeing me, wanting me, fantasizing about fucking me. I sat up on my knees and spread them, flicking my long hair behind my back as he shot me. I pulled out one of my nipples and he came around to shoot my profile. "Frame your nipple with your nails," he said. "I want a closeup." I was getting into it as the session progressed. I began to feel the heat between my legs and the moisture in my pussy as I imagined what might be in store for me. The final pose was my favorite. He had me get on my hands and knees and arch my back, sticking my ass in the air like I was in heat. He pulled my panties slightly down and hooked the heel of my pump in them. The heel pulled my panties aside and exposed my swollen, wet sex for the entire world to soon see. "That's going to go into the private section," he said. He put the camera down and fucked me silly through many orgasms that night. I came back to now in the bathroom, putting on the finishing touches to my makeup in the mirror. Over my shoulder in the reflection, my husband leered with hungry eyes. He had the stirrings of an erection in his pants, and the outfit isn't even for him, except it is. He came up behind me and put his arms around me and kissed the nape of my neck. His hand wandered to my panties and detected the heat between my legs. I turned to face him and he leaned in for the kiss on the mouth. "Not yet," I told him. "Lipstick." "Okay baby," he said. "You look so fucking hot right now." He leaned close and breathed against my neck. He licked my ears, causing goosebumps to rise on all my exposed skin. I quivered and moaned. A soft knock from the front door interrupted our moment, intensifying the already heightened feelings of arousal, naughtiness, and a tinge of jealousy. I looked at my husband and asked, "Are you sure about this?" He seemed to get more aroused at this, looked steadily into my eyes and answered simply, "Yes." I walked over to the door and paused at the lock. "Here goes nothing," I thought. I unlocked the door and opened it to a dapper looking man wearing a nice button down shirt and slacks, masculine, but stylish. He was over six feet with a strong, solid physique. Clearly, he took care of himself. "Damn, he is tall," I thought to myself. He looked me over and seemed to like what he saw. For a moment, he looked unsure, but then held out his hand, "I'm John," he said confidently. I shook it nervously. "Hi, I'm Paula." "You are gorgeous Paula. Much hotter than your picture suggested." I blushed. "Thanks." John noticed my husband, standing a bit behind me and offered his hand. my husband shook it, knowing he would soon watch this man fuck his wife. The shook hands and exchanged pleasantries and then there was an awkward moment as if no one knew exactly what to do or say. "Why don't you sit on the couch," my husband said, to get the ball rolling. John slipped his fingers in my hand and tugged me towards the couch. I held his hand in the five step stroll to the couch. My husband sat on the near couch and watched us go by hand in hand. We sat down and looked at each other for what seemed a long time. John looked me over, clearly liking what he saw. We engaged in small talk with John. It felt a bit odd sitting there in my fuck-me get-up. I noticed that everyone was not as erotically dressed as I was. I nervously shifted at first, but after a few jokes I began to relax and take John in. He was confident and funny, with a large frame and big hands and fingers. He motioned in the air a lot when he talked and made frequent eye contact with me. Most important, I felt a growing chemistry with him. Finally, the conversation paused and John looked at my husband and asked, "Is everyone comfortable - going through with this?" I looked at my husband, who nodded yes. "All right then," John replied. John looked me over a few uncomfortable seconds and then scooted next to me on the couch. I thought he would move in then but he stopped and just looked me over again, this time slower, more deliberately, drinking me in with his eyes. I briefly posed and somewhat theatrically flicked my long hair over one shoulder. He slowly put his hand around the back of my neck and leaned in for a kiss. It was tentative and seductive at first. His tongue flicked mine as his hand wandered to my waist and easily pulled my body towards his. His kiss was different. His smell was different. His body felt different. And this was fueling my desire. I put my near leg in between his and grabbed his chest as I leaned up to continue the slow, deliberate seduction. He felt powerful next to me. I felt tiny pressed against his large, strong frame. I nuzzled his neck and kissed a trail to his lips, and made out with more urgency. I moaned. His hand slid down from my waist and began to lightly stroke my ass. It gave me shivers and a small moan slipped from me. He squeezed my butt as we both breathed deeply, the kiss becoming more passionate. I reached down between his legs and felt his crotch. He wasn't completely hard yet, but it was already impressive in its size. It felt long and very thick, growing as I groped him. I stroked him lightly through his pants with my nails making a slight scratching sound. He swelled and hardened against my touch. Without warning, he pushed me back into the couch. His hand began to stroke my legs and stomach, deliberately, slowly. He leaned in for another kiss which I hungrily returned. His hand began to circle my mound, not quite making contact. I softly moaned as I sucked his tongue and moved my hips, trying to make contact with his hand. He stroked the insides of my thighs, teasing me. Finally, he stilled his hand and placed it firmly on my pussy. "Mmmmm," I moaned. That's what I wanted. He began to firmly rub his hand in small circles. I was humping it back and starting to squirm, helping him find the rhythm I needed. He stopped moving his hand again and pressed against my pussy. "You're wet," he said. I nodded. He intently stared at me while his hand began to tug at the top of my bustier. He removed one of my nipples and began to tease it with his fat, rough fingers, looking straight into my eyes the entire time. I shivered again and looked at my husband, sitting on the opposite couch. For a second, I wondered if he was all right with this, but his gaze answered my silent query. John broke my gaze and turned my face towards his with his finger on my chin and came in strong for another kiss. There was nothing tentative now as the sounds of our kissing and breathing filled the room. His hand started moving again towards my crotch. He didn't avoid what I craved this time lightly strumming the entire length of my soaked pussy through my panties. "I'm so horny," I thought. I was taken aback by how turned on I was. I thought from my play with hubby that I wanted to do something like this. But my desire was more than I had anticipated in our wildest fantasy sessions. There was something different actually having another person touching me like this, doing these things to me. His smell, his touch, his difference - it was hotter than I had ever imagined. He leaned down and took a nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue, still rubbing my slit. He slipped his hand into my panties immediately encountering my swollen, wet sex. His fingers slid over my pussy, lightly rubbing while a chewed on my nipple. "Oooohh," I moaned. "This guy is good at this," I thought, squeezing my eyes shut. Unbelievably, I was already building to an orgasm as he stayed fixed to my nipple and expertly rubbed me. I started moaning in a rhythm, and started to move towards my climax. He slid his finger off my clit and slowly sank a finger inside me. My slipperiness left no resistance. I moaned as he kissed me once more and began to wiggle the large digit reaching deep within me. I started humping his finger and moaning louder, coming closer and closer to my climax, when he suddenly stopped. I opened my eyes. He was staring at me. I pushed him back against the couch and swung my legs over him, straddling his hardness. While we kissed, I rubbed my panty-covered pussy against his length. It was thick and straining the fabric of his slacks. I continued the kiss and slowly ground into him, letting his swollen member feel the heat from my sex. He reached up and started twisting my nipple roughly. I moaned and began to breathe harder, intensifying the kiss. I paused the kiss a second and grabbed the back of his neck with my hands and pressed my clit into him. I teased the two of us for a few seconds, then slid down his body, my legs wrapped around one of his strong legs, my pussy pressed into his muscular thigh. I unbuttoned his shirt kissing the flesh as I exposed it. I exposed first one nipple, then the other, returning the teasing he had given me moments before. I kissed and nipped my way down his body, lightly rubbing the entire length of my body against his cock until I was on my knees in front of him. I looked down at his crotch and his dick was sticking out of the band of his slacks. "Wow," I thought. It is really big. Bigger than any of our sex toys. Bigger than any I had fantasized about. To be honest, it made me a little nervous. Scared maybe. Not so much scared of the size. More scared that he might not know how to use it, which many men with large dicks seem to have a problem with. I looked up at him while sliding my hand up to his crotch. I locked eyes with him while I stroked his hardness. My fingers teased his exposed large head. I gathered some pre-cum and spread it around the plum-sized knob. He quivered a bit from my stroking. I leaned forward and unzipped his pants, pulled down his briefs enough to pull out his member. I held the base, standing it straight into the air. It was huge and I could barely wrap my hand around it. It throbbed in my hand as I squeezed it, feeling its weight. I looked John in the eyes as I slowly squeezed and stroked his shaft. Precum leaked from the tip, giving me lubrication that I used to stroke it. I leaned forward standing high on my knees. I returned some of his teasing, kissing his thighs, avoiding the cock I held in my hand, made my way to his balls. I sucked one of his balls gently and gave him a slow handjob. His musk was different than my husbands. He moaned. I squeezed the bottom of his shaft with my hand as I kissed my way to the tip. I licked the underside a few lazy times and looked up at John, who was looking right at me. I stared at him, holding his cock in my hand, delicately licking his shaft, letting the tension between us build. I opened my mouth wide and slipped just the head into my mouth. I trying to avoid hitting the delicate tissue with my teeth, which was difficult because of the girth. I swirled my tongue around the head for a few moments, then slowly started to slide up and down his cock, moaning. "Mmmmm," he moaned. I couldn't suck even half of it and slowly stroked its length beneath my mouth, which was bobbing slowly up and down on him. Sucking a new cock was making my head spin. My chest felt hot. I found myself extremely aroused by his size. Its not that I'm a size queen, but his larger size highlighted that this was not my husbands cock. It felt different in my hand. It felt different trying to fit in my mouth. It tasted different. It's different, powerful musk filled my nostrils. I was slowly sliding up and down on him, taking a few inches in and out. He moaned and started to thrust an inch of so in my mouth. I felt powerful, sucking his large tool attached to his strong body, my mouth stretched to accommodate his girth. As much as this blowjob was turning me on, I wanted him in me, badly. I sucked his dick another couple of slurps and hurriedly stood up. I pushed my panties down my legs, leaving a trail down the inside of my thighs from my arousal. The smell of my flower filled the air. "Well if I'm going to be able to get this thing inside me," I thought, "I will need this wetness." I straddled John once more. I placed my hands on his wide shoulders and lowered my pussy to his dick. I leaned down and kissed him and slid my slippery pussy on the length of his shaft, without letting it enter me. I slowly and deliberately teased myself on his dick, every time my clit rubbed against it, I shivered and got goosebumps all over my body. We made out as I ground my pussy into him, rubbing my clit against the shaft just under the head, teasing both of us. My body responded as I felt myself build a bit towards climax. Not yet. I was ready to feel him in me. He read my mind and lifted me up off his cock and placed me high on my knees. I was looking down on him as he aimed his spear towards my sex. I jerked a bit when he made contact, my pussy surprised by its heat and touch. He nestled it between my folds, as his large, plum of a head probed me. Finally, the head caught in my pussy and I gasped, feeling the penetration, digging my nails into his broad shoulders, getting used to the girth. John kissed me again as I held just the head of him in my pussy. This was the moment of truth. I broke away my kiss and looked at my husband again. Was he really wanting to watch this? Did he really want me to go through with this? As I looked for the answer, he nodded, reading my thoughts. Never breaking my gaze from my husband, I slowly slid John's cock into my depths. I shook from small tremors of desire, each tremor driving John's dick a little deeper inside me, never once tearing my gaze from his. My husband broke the gaze first and looked at the intersection of John's cock and my pussy as I slowly swallowed it inside me. I closed my eyes and settled down as much as I could until I felt the head bump into my cervix and rest there. It hurt a little and I jerked upward, slipping some of him out of me, made easier now that it was coated with my juice. The feeling of his massive tool sliding out of me was better than I had ever imagined. My knees were shaking. His size, his newness, the fulfillment of a fantasy were giving me feelings in my body that are hard to describe. I rode a few very short wet strokes and already I was building to an orgasm. I was only working maybe half his length into me and every thrust was sending chills down my legs and arms. My pussy was starting to throb. I paused for a second, not wanting to come too soon. I held just the head inside me again and leaned down to kiss him. He responded, kissing me back, our tongues swirling, while he stroked my ass with his hands. He reached up and pulled my other nipple out of my bustier. He reached his big hands under my sit bones and began to suck my freed nipple into his mouth. He began to slowly lifted me up and down on his cock as he sucked on my nipple. "Oooohhhh," I moaned, overwhelmed by the sensations from throughout my body: his hands stroking my ass, his mouth on my nipple, his massive tool just halfway buried inside me. I wrapped my hands around his neck to try and hold onto something. Little sensations of pleasure were racing through my body causing me to shake just as he paused and raised me up and held me in the air with just the tip inside me. He slowly started to pump from the bottom, with short strokes. Well, short for him. God, it felt so good. Its size was rubbing my G-spot and it was sending pulses through my body with every thrust. I was going to come big time. John started pistoning part of his length into me, gradually increasing the pace. I felt almost suspended in air, impaled on him. My moans came faster and faster. I grabbed the back of his head and smashed him into the breast he as sucking and held on as he fucked me faster and faster, driving me over the edge. "Oh God, oh my God, Oh, I'm Cumm-" my words were cut off as my climax hit. My body shook as if shocked as the orgasm tore through me. Waves of pleasure coarsed my body while my pussy squeezed his large shaft pumping me. Every squeeze increased the slippery friction against his movements, driving the orgasm to greater heights. He continued to drill me as the long orgasm racked me. Finally he slowed the pace and I collapsed against him, shaking. He supported me with his hands while I quivered, shaking with aftershocks. He took his hands from under my ass, allowing me to rest on my weakened knees. I moaned as his dick slid deeper inside me, each inch triggering small, powerful aftershocks. My fingers squeezed the back of his neck with each one. His dick once again rested against my cervix. I felt suspended on him. As I slowly recovered, I began to kiss John, stroking his face. "Thank you," I said, finally finding my words. John looked at me and placed his hands on my hips. "Rub your clit," he commanded. I felt pretty spent, but something in his voice commanded me. I obeyed and started to rub my clit, my entire crotch was soaked with my juices and my hand was soon dripping. My body twitched as my clit play caused my pussy to reflexively squeeze John's dick, sending shocks through me once more. John slowly, firmly, began pushing my hips down. I felt like I would explode as he drove deeper and deeper into me. "How much is in?" I asked. "I little over half," he said. "I don't think I can take the whole thing." "Just keep rubbing your clit. You can take it." Paula's First Black Cock I would like to thank HoneyWldCat for her help in putting our experience on paper. She is a terrific editor and gets straight A's from us. Thank you Honey. * Paula and I have been married nine happy years. She is 34 years old, 5 foot 7 inches, 130pounds, long-legged brunette with a 36 b/c chest. I think she is one of the most beautiful women on the planet. I'm 37 years old, 6 foot 2 inches, 200 pounds, and in shape. We have a 7 year old daughter. I have a good job as a mechanical engineer that allows Paula to stay home and be a full time mom. We have a nice home (not a mansion). Our lives are comfortable. Paula and I both have high sex drives and tried to keep things hot and interesting in the bedroom. We weren't virgins when we met and we both had had our share of lovers. We used our experiences as fore-play when we were newlyweds. After five years of marriage and a child, we knew things were starting to get a bit stale and routine. As newlyweds we fucked nearly every day. Now we were down to a couple times a week. We started to look for things to get it hot again. We started fantasizing about bringing others into our marriage, and we would role-play and imagine another couple joining us in bed. We were introduced to swinging four years ago by a new neighbor couple we had welcomed into the neighborhood. It was then I found out how much I loved watching Paula enjoy another guy's cock. A year later, I got a job offer from a company that was almost back home for us. The offer was right and we took it. It took another year to get settled into our new home and re-establish a relationship with our family. We began missing the eroticism of swinging. We started considering our new friends and neighbors and discussed possibilities. None of them interested us like Janet and Dave had. I started to browse the swinger's ads online and noticed the ads where couples were looking for black males for the wife. This really got my attention and the more I read the harder my cock got. In bed that night while we were playing around I asked her: "Honey, have you ever fucked a black guy?" "No, why?" "Just curious. I was online going through swingers' ads from couples and came across some that were looking for black guys to join them" "Have you ever thought about it?" I asked. "Of course. I think a lot of women are curious about black men. Just never found the right guy." I didn't push it anymore and we had a great night of sex. While we fucked I fantasized about her gorgeous legs spread with a big black cock buried deep in her pussy. I wondered if she was having the same fantasy. I was hoping I had planted a seed. The idea had really turned me on. When I got home the following night I Googled for interracial chat rooms and one of the hits was the Dark Cavern. I made up a screen name and went into the chat room. The other room names were black male, black cock, mwf, mwm, husband or wife, and some cuckold names. I didn't know what a cuckold was but I didn't like the sound of it. I started chatting with black guys, white couples, husbands and wives. Over time I began bringing Paula into the room with me and we chatted together. The more we explored together the more the heat started to come back into our relationship. Paula showed interest in exploring this. We downloaded some interracial pics and mpegs. I always loved the effect they had on her. We were fascinated at how many white couples seemed to be enjoying this lifestyle. I was chatting one night and got a message from a guy named Tony. "Where are you from?" "Cincinnati, how about you?" I replied. "I'm in Philly but I have a client in Cincinnati" Now I'm not naïve enough to think everyone in chat rooms is real, but Tony was different. His first question wasn't "got a pic of her?", or "does she like anal?" or others that showed no class or were probably white guys pretending to be black guys. I told Tony we were new and curious about this lifestyle. We chatted for a while and he told me he had introduced couples to it before. He had found it to be a very erotic experience for both the couple and himself. It was getting late and I had to get up the next morning. I told him to stay in touch and sent him a g-rated picture of Paula. He returned his, a g-rated of him in a suit. He was an easy-going guy. I wondered if Paula would like him. The following night Paula and I logged into the Cavern and found Tony. He told her she was a very attractive woman and if we were up for it, he'd be interested in meeting us. He wasn't sure when, but he thought he would be in Cincy in three or four weeks. We told him to keep us up on what was going on. Paula went to bed and before I logged off the computer I looked for online stores that sold amateur interracial videos. I ordered three that looked good and by the end of the week they arrived. After our daughter went to bed I fixed us drinks and put one in. I flipped through some of the scenes and Paula commented that she liked that they were amateurs and not professional actors. I found a scene where a cute blonde wife was getting it from behind by a well built black guy. Paula put her hand inside her robe and I got between her legs and told her to just enjoy the show while I licked her beautiful pussy. "Are all their cocks that big?" she asked me. I smiled and kept licking her. I wanted her to cum while she was watching the movie. As she watched the action on the screen she got more and more excited and came in my mouth. Over the next couple days we watched all three videos and the sex was fantastic. From then on, our fantasies and role-playing centered on Paula have her first experience with a black guy. I didn't press her about Tony's offer because I really didn't know if this would go anywhere, either from Paula's perspective(would she really want to go thru with it) or Tony's prospective (was Tony for real?), but later she was checking e-mail and found one from him. He was going to be in town the middle of next month and if we were interested in meeting him, he was all for it. Paula showed it to me and she started to put the brakes on the situation. "Fantasy and reality are two different things" she said. "Tony seems like a nice guy but I don't know if I want to fuck him!" "I thought all this turned you on" I countered, all of a sudden feeling like a complete fool. "It does, and I've loved the effect it has had on you. Our sex life is like when we were dating. Why is that?" "I don't know. It just is. Do you find Tony attractive?" "He's an attractive guy. Good personality with a sense of humor. And he seems to have a brain. I like that in a guy" she told me. "And our role-playing and fantasizing about all this does have me curious. I just don't think I'm ready to take it to the next level. This is different from Dave and Janet" It was obvious she hadn't dismissed the notion of making our fantasy our reality completely. I told her there could be no harm in meeting him for drinks while he was here because I felt we somewhat knew him as a friend, we had been chatting with him for over a month now, and if there was no attraction at least it might help us understand what we could be getting into if we entered this lifestyle. "Tony has to understand that if we meet with him it's social the first time. There's no guarantee these panties are going to come off for him!" I know Paula and I realized that even agreeing to meet for drinks showed she was at least open to taking it further. Plus, the passion was certainly back in our sex life. I kissed her and told her I understood. I sent Tony a note explaining that. I had a response the following day. "Just leave it to me. You're not my first couple. Are you sure you can handle this?" Tony asked. "I've watched Paula before. And she's watched me. We're not new to swinging. Just make sure you've represented the real you or she'll be turned off. Paula's no dummy." He replied that he was the real thing and still wanted to meet us and understood. "If nothing else I could spend the evening in the presence of a very pretty lady." Paula loved Tony's flatteries. We called him on his cell to show we were real and to be sure he was real. We set a date for a Thursday night as Tony had to fly home Friday. He'd be staying at a Marriott near the airport that had a nice lounge. We set the time at 7:00pm. Meanwhile, our sex life was on fire again and I frequently brought Tony into our fantasies. I could tell that Paula started to think that she should be more open about it and not pass up an opportunity to have Tony as her first black lover. The big day finally arrived. We were excited and nervous. I took a couple days off from work and we made arrangements for a sitter. Around noon, I dropped Paula off at the salon to have her hair and nails done. When I picked her up, her hair was up in a sassy updo and her fingers and toes were a very sexy shade of red. We grabbed a light lunch because we didn't want a big meal, nor did we want to be hungry when we met Tony. Around 5:30 we started to get ready. Paula took out a black skirt that cut short about 6 inches above her knees, a red satin top, and a black half bra that showed off her nipples, a black thong, black thigh high stockings and black strappy four inch heels. She took my breath away. I kissed her and she asked me if I still wanted to go through with it and I told her I loved her and I was sure. We got to the Marriot about 6:40, and didn't see Tony in the lounge yet. There were two other couples only and some businessmen at the bar. We found a booth in the corner where we could have privacy and ordered a couple drinks. Just a couple minutes after 7:00, Tony walked in. We recognized him from his picture and he was the only black man in the place. I motioned him over and shook his hand and introduced him to Paula. He looked Paula up and down. "Man, Larry, you are one lucky guy to have such a beautiful wife! She's even prettier in real life than her picture!" I'm sure Tony got laid a lot. Women love to be praised. I sat down and Tony took a seat next to her across from me. The waitress came by and Tony ordered another round and a scotch for himself. We started making small talk and Paula told him she felt like she knew him from all the chat and emails we had had with him. We just talked for a while about what I did and he explained his business to us. I loved watching him glancing over at Paula and enjoying what he saw. After a while, I put money in the music machine and ordered the Righteous Brothers and Tony asked Paula to dance. I wanted slow dances so he could hold her close. I watched as Tony took my wife's hand and she slid out of the booth. Her skirt rode up on her thighs exposing her stocking tops and a glimpse of her thigh. Tony smiled at me when he saw that. I watched as he started with his arms around her waist and her arms around his neck. As they danced, Tony would let his hands fall to rub her ass and my sweet wife offered no resistance. When they came back to the booth I could see Paula was blushing and I saw the outline of Tony's cock in his pants. My hard on would have been apparent if I were standing. When they got in the booth this time they sat closer together, and I knew that Tony had his hand on Paula's thigh and she had hers on his. Paula told me later he was copping a feel and she spread her legs and allowed him to play with her pussy. When "Unchained Melody" came on Tony took her back to the dance floor. This time they danced closer and I watched Tony feeling my wife's ass. He ran his hands up her sides and over the sides of her tits. Paula responded by pulling him closer grinding her crotch into his. Her head was resting on his shoulder with her eyes closed. I could tell by the way they were dancing that she was turned on. He lifted her chin up and gave her a kiss on the dance floor. Paula kissed him back with a passionate kiss of her own. After the dance they came back to the booth. Paula sat down and Tony excused himself to go to the john. While he was gone, I asked Paula what she thought. She simply replied "I want him". My heart was pounding out of my chest. When Tony came back Paula told him we should go to his room. He gave Paula a very passionate kiss and I saw his tongue seeking out hers. Tony grabbed the tab and we headed for the elevator. When we got in his room they wasted no time. Tony took Paula in his arms and kissed her again. I took a seat across the room for what was about to unfold. I was sure his tongue was going down her throat. While they kissed his hands roamed all over her body. Paula's arms were around his neck as she enjoyed him feeling her up. I heard her moan as he squeezed her ass, then ran his hands up and played with her tits. He unbuttoned her blouse and pushed it off her shoulders, then reached behind her and undid her bra. I watched as her hand went between his legs and started rubbing his cock through his slacks. Paula knows how to get a guy ready for her. She loves to fuck. While she played with his cock he reached behind and unzipped her skirt and it joined her blouse and bra on the floor. Tony licked and sucked each of her nipples, and she reached down and started undoing his belt buckle. She fumbled with his zipper and his slacks fell to the ground. By this time, Tony had pulled her thong aside and had buried a finger in her pussy, then two. Paula pulled Tony's briefs down and he stepped out of them. She had his cock in her hand, rubbing it up and down. His cock was hard, and I could tell from his fingers that Paula was very wet. He hadn't exaggerated about the size of his cock, and the picture he sent us didn't do it justice. Tony had a thick eight inch black cock between his legs. There was my wife, naked before this black man except for her tiny thong, nylons and heels, caressing his cock with her hand while he fucked her with his fingers. I was sure that Paula had become oblivious to the fact that I was in the room. I had taken my clothes off and was stroking my own very hard cock watching this incredible sight in front of me. Tony took Paula's hand and led her to the edge of the bed. He stood in front of her with his black cock just inches from her mouth. "Suck it baby, I'm gonna make you mine." She looked over at me and smiled before she put it in her mouth. She sucked it a bit then took it out and licked it up and down, cupping his balls in her hand. Tony held her head and she started sucking him again. I could tell she was trying to get him down her throat, but she told him he was too thick and hard to swallow. She took as much as she could and alternated between sucking and licking. "That's it baby; get this black man hard for your married white pussy." Paula was worshipping his cock and I had never seen her so turned on. After about five minutes, Tony pushed her back onto the bed and removed her thong. He spread her legs and started licking her beautiful shaved slit. He licked up and down, then licked her clit and sucked it. Paula was in ecstasy. I could see her pussy juice all over his face, and watched Tony's hard cock sway between his legs as he ate her. Paula's face tensed and she bit her lip and I knew she was having her first orgasm. Tony told her to scoot up further on the bed and she did, keeping her legs spread. He climbed between them and positioned his cock at her pussy lips. He rubbed it up and down her slit, teasing her, and then rubbed it over her clit. Paula was moaning loudly and I knew she wanted him inside her. He leaned over her and in one motion, he penetrated her pussy. Paula was soaked and he easily slid all the way in one stroke. The scene was surreal to me, but there it was...my beautiful wife of nine years with a big black cock buried deep in her pussy. Tony started his thrusts and Paula wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a deep tongue kiss. "Fuck me baby, give me that black cock." Her stocking legs wrapped around his waist and she met each of his thrusts with her own, pulling him in deeper. I watched in awe as he fucked her, his black cock sliding almost all the way out then sliding all the way back in again. She enjoyed every second of the fucking he was giving her and every inch of his ebony cock. They fucked each other with a passion and Paula looked like she was completely lost in the moment. She moaned and I loved how her arms encircled his neck and how her pale skin and red nails contrasted with his black skin. Tony continued loving my wife's pussy with his cock. I could tell from her moans that she was again close to orgasm. I could also tell that Tony was probably not far behind her. She closed her eyes and shrieked while she enjoyed her second orgasm of the night. Tony was fucking her harder and faster now, and before long I watched him tense. He came, filling my wife's pussy with his black seed. I came when I saw Tony cum in her. He collapsed on top of her but managed to stay on his elbows. Good thing. He probably would have crushed her. His cock shriveled and fell out of her, and a small flow of his cum leaked from her pussy. What an incredibly erotic sight. He rolled off her and they lay next to each other, running their hands over each others' bodies. I fixed us all a drink and we just sat there, savoring an incredible experience. I looked at my watch and it was after 11:00 and we had to get home to relieve the sitter. Paula gave Tony a last deep kiss and told him she wanted to see him the next time he was in town. We got dressed and headed for the elevator. She never looked sexier than she did at that moment. I kissed her and told her how much I loved her. We got home and fucked until morning, taking just enough time to get Katie off to school. This was just our beginning. Paula saw Tony one more time, and then we lost touch with him. We met three more guys through ads and even did a couple bar pick-ups. Last year, Paula took her first steady boyfriend and had him for ten months before he moved. We found we prefer a steady relationship over one night stands. Steadies are more intimate and Paula feels more comfortable with a steady guy. And then there are all those diseases associated with strangers. We've been tested since and so far we've been lucky, but we know it was just luck. We'll be writing more as the feeling moves us. All I can say is this is the most erotic lifestyle that a couple with a loving relationship can experience. Larry and Paula Paula's First Time With Erin Paula had been dressing in secret for three long years without ever daring to expose her secret to another live human being. After yet another thrilling but ultimately unsatisfying internet experience with another t-girl the night before, she decided that tonight was time to cross the rubicon. She would have to find a real playmate or die of frustration! As she stared at herself in the mirror, evaluating every aspect of her female persona, Paula said to herself, "Why shouldn't I?" The image looking back at her was that of a reasonably attractive woman in her early 30's--5'10", 160 pounds, dark, shoulder-length hair, flashing blue eyes with long curled lashes, high cheekbones accented by just the right amount of rouge and full, ravishing lips set off by a coral pink lipstick obtained on-line just two days before. Her hands ran to her small but firm breasts, encased and enhanced by her Warner bra and then to her soft, smooth belly--down to the top of her black satin panties that strained to conceal her modest but very rigid girlhood. She smiled as she caressed her upper thighs, enclosing her long and satiny legs in a deliciously sexy texture of fabric. "It's now or never, Paula," her inner voice dictated, "and it's not gonna be never..." Turning to her connection to the outside world, Paula logged into her favorite chat room--trannies and admirers. She wasn't sure who she would find--male, t-girl, or what, but at this point, it didn't really matter. All she wanted was someone to please, someone to admire her for the girl she had become. She scanned the list of names in the chat room--anyone local? Sadly, not many of the usual chatters were on tonight. While she prowled the chat room, looking for someone local, Paula got the usual invitations for cybersex or phone friends. She flirted a bit here and there to be polite, but tonight it had to be the real thing or nothing at all. After about 20 minutes, a new name appeared on the board--Erin. Paula scanned her profile--"Twin Lakes t-gal, 20's, blonde and busty, plenty of attitude, looking for a girlfriend for dress up date. Pvt messages ok." Paula's heart lept in her chest. Too good to be true? Paula's long slender fingers clicked on Erin's name and a private message box came on the screen. "Hi, Erin. I'm Paula. Is the pm okay?" Not too original, but a pick-up line seemed somehow inappropriate, even though that was the evening's objective. "Hi, Paula. Nice profile, girlfriend. All dressed to thrill tonight?" came the reply. So far, so good, Paula thought. The conversation continued along a path so clearly headed in the right direction that Paula was thanking her personal gods for the good luck bestowed upon her that evening. Finally, the main question was broached. "Paula, honey, would you like to get together tonight? I'm only about 20 minutes away from your place and I'd love to get to know you better." Fear gripped Paula even as the prize she so strongly desired was almost in her grasp. She hesitated. Is this Erin for real? Will she just take my address and blackmail me with it? Do I want this person in my home? All rational questions, but in the end, lust won out over intellect. "Erin, I would love some company. My address is 1113 Main Ave. Park in the driveway and knock twice! Laughs." The response was short and left Paula without any more room to equivocate, "Be there in 20 mins, baby, pour me a glass of wine. Bye." As the screen flickered away, Paula was hit fully with the realization that her fantasy was about to come true and the mixture of excitement and terror combined to set her mind awhirl. She had wanted this so long, but would it be what she had desired? Would Erin be the gentle but proficient lover she had dreamed of? Those questions swirled in Paula's head until the doorbell rang in what seemed like only a moment in time. She opened the door to reveal a young woman in her 20's, long blonde hair, green eyes, about 5'8", 135 pounds, full breasts wearing a long- sleeved white silk blouse with the two uppermost buttons undone and a tight black leather skirt, topped off with dark fishnet thigh-highs and ankle-length boots. "Like what you see? I would hope so since you've been staring for 15 seconds," Erin teased, "Can I come in or do I have to stand her all night?" Paula snapped out of her trance and recovered a bit of her consciousness, "God, Erin, I'm sorry. Please, please come in...I'm just...just..." "A little nervous, maybe? Don't sweat it, sweetie. If it helps, I like what I see too," Erin said as she slithered in the front door, pushing it shut behind her with a backwards push of her hips as she engaged Paula in a gentle, soft kiss. Paula's body was three steps ahead of her brain as she gathered Erin's body to hers and joined the embrace, hands exploring Erin's back and down to her ass, caressing her soft leather covered rear and pulling her close. Their tongues entwined, each exploring the other's lips and mouth, inhaling each other's perfume, and exchanging soft caresses. The embrace lasted a few seconds, but the effect on both girls was electric. Paula smiled at Erin as they broke their embrace. "Wow. I'm glad you took the initiative or I probably would have left you out there," she purred. "That glass of wine you asked for is in the bedroom." Paula took Erin's hand and led her to the master suite taking great care to give Erin a good view as she wiggled her hips in invitation as they made their way down the hall toward Paula's boudoir. When they reached the bed, Paula dropped to her knees in front of Erin. After her initial fear, Paula gave in to all her desires. This is what she had been dreaming of for three long years, since she first put on a pair of panties! She helped Erin out of her tight mini to reveal a white thong, which Paula took small notice of as she slide it to the side of Erin's thigh to get to her girl cock. It was fully hard, about 5" and dripping pre-cum, which Paula licked off of Erin's cockhead, smiling up at the beautiful blonde as if she had just discovered the meaning of life. Paula was in no mood to tease, at least not at the moment, as her head bobbed up and down on Erin's small but sturdy girlcock. Erin's sighs quickly turned to moans, as Paula reached around to her anal opening and carefully inserted her index finger and began to synchronize the motions of her hand and mouth on Erin's body. As Erin's hips began to sway back and forth, filling Paula's mouth with cock, Paula knew her girlfriend was extremely close, and with an emphatic howl Erin spurted her first cum spasm into Paula's waiting mouth. Erin shot an enormous load, spurting in rhythm for at least seven or eight convulsions until her girl cock stopped pumping seed and softened slightly in Paula's hand. "Damn, girl, you don't waste much time with foreplay," Erin purred, caressing Paula's dark hair in both hands as she surveyed her cum-spattered lips and face with a sense of satisfaction. Paula got off her knees and kissed Erin full on the lips, exchanging the last of Erin's cum with her as their tongues battled. Breaking the kiss, Erin grinned at her playmate," Think it's about time we do something for you, huh, baby girl? What do you want Erin to do for you, angel? Name your pleasure." Paula nibbled on Erin's earlobe and whispered into her ear, "I want to be inside you. I want to possess you. I want to make love to you..." Erin returned Paula's nibble with a harder love bite on Paula's silky white throat and playfully pushed Paula back onto her bed. Erin then stripped off her white silk blouse to reveal her upswept breast forms, so natural they were almost impossible to tell from the real article. She moved to join Paula on the bed, telling her to lie back and let her do the work. Erin then pulled Paula's panties off of her shapely thighs and down her legs. As she pulled Paula's panties off of the end of her foot, she removed Paula's heels and then proceeded to take Paula's big toe into her mouth. Erin worked her tongue around Paula's toe like a miniature cock causing Paula to squeal with a mixture of pleasure and ticklishness as Erin made love to each little toe on her left foot. As Erin ministered to Paula's foot, then her ankle, and kissed her way up Paula's calf, Paula had retrieved the jar of KY from her nightstand and greased up her girl cock, 7" and almost purple from her excitement. When she finished her ministrations to Paula's leg, Erin crawled up onto Paula's body, then eased her torso above Paula's cock and slowly lowered herself onto it, feeling her entry into her ass pussy. Both girls moaned with the penetration as Paula grabbed both of Erin's ass cheeks and pulled her lover close to her. Erin began the most familiar motion, humping slowly up and down on Paula's aching cock, then leaning forward to kiss Paula deeply as they fucked. Erin kept up a steady, slow rhythm as the two writhed together, each whispering endearments to the other as they ground together. After a few moments of this bliss, Paula felt that tingle in her groin that signaled her orgasm was close. Erin leaned forward and whispered in Paula's ear, "Cum in me, my darling Paula. Make me your girl forever. I want you so badly and I need your cum. Now." And with that, Erin contracted her muscles clamping down on Paula's girl cock causing Paula to erupt with a moan of utter pleasure and satisfaction. Paula emptied her balls into Erin's gaping ass pussy until she could shoot no more. Erin rolled off Paula's torso to lie beside her. They kissed deeply, both satiated with the intensity of their lovemaking. "Why did I wait so long?" Paula cooed to her lover. "You were waiting for me," Erin countered. "Shut up and kiss me." More later? Paula's First Visit To A Nude Beach It’s funny how my wife will surprise me with an erotic invitation in the most unexpected places or circumstances. Paula and I are parent / chaperoning our youngest daughter’s school trip to the Montuak point lighthouse. The day is bright and warm and we are both in good spirits; no small feat considering we are trying to keep track of a dozen 5th grade kids, but they are behaving well. After touring the lighthouse each of the groups file down along the bluffs as the teacher begins her lesson on erosion. My wife whispers into my ear, “It’s so nice today, I wish I could take off my clothes and sun naked.” Just out of the blue. We haven’t even talked about this. Now years ago we used to slip away for some outdoor sex every now and then. It was always just a quickey, and always in a secluded location. For the last few years it has gotten less frequent, with the only instance in recent memory a nice tryst while hiking in Connecticut, which I hope to write about eventually. So this latest admission from Paula really got my juices flowing. In my typical obsessive way I pressed her for more info: When? Where? How? Can we go now? I’m like a little kid asking for ice cream when you hear the Good Humor man’s truck. We men are SO predictable I guess. I almost ruined it with my inquisitiveness, but wisely stopped when she was obviously getting annoyed at my questions. So this revealed interest of Paula’s sat, churning in my mind for over a year. I would occasionally mention it to her, but it never got anywhere. Then one “safe” day I said to her that I knew where there was a nude beach if she wanted to try out her “skinny sunning”. Now a “safe” day is one that nothing can happen on, in other words no proposal can be acted upon. There can be only talk, thus it is safe to talk. Paula asked me a bit about the beach. Then I made it even safer by saying that if we went, we would have to go on a weekday during the school year so that no kids could be spying. This opened the potential up further. It was September, so the kids were back in school. It was still warm. Hmmmmm. Somehow the whole idea seemed to gel. The following Wednesday it was forecast to be warm. I told Paula I’d call her late morning and would take my swim trunks to work with me. If her day permitted, I’d take leave from work and meet her at the beach. She agreed. I reminded her to make sure everything was “trimmed”, referring to her pussy. She smiled and gave me a playful punch. The plan was on! Wednesday arrives. Paula had to run her mother around for some errands. I called her cell phone and she had to guard her conversation to avoid disclosing our plans to any prying ears. We’d meet at the beach at 11:30. I changed into my trunks in the bathroom and got into my car. The whole drive to the beach my mind is racing. I can’t believe she’s going through with it. My cock is at half-mast just thinking about it. One the beach access road I see her driving ahead of me; she didn’t chicken out – yet. We park. She has a basket with lunch. I didn’t even think about eating. I carry the beach blanket and some towels. She’s wearing shorts and a tank top over her bikini. The nude part of the beach is about a mile west of the regular beach. She asks if I’m sure I know where I’m going. I assure her, but it’s going to be at least 20 minutes of walking. Late September on a weekday, and the beach is pretty empty. The sun is in and out of the broken clouds, but it’s warm. We are almost there and we can both see a few bodies. All men, not surprising. One couple is set up behind some kind of screen that blocks our view unless we turn around and stare, which is poor etiquette. One man is wading and as we approach he exits the water towards us. We are holding hands and Paula squeezes my hand and averts her eyes. “That jerk. I knew he was going to do that.” She complains. “Did you check out his cock?” “No, don’t be silly.” “Why not, I’m sure he wanted you to, walking up to us like that.” “I’m sure he did. I’m not interested in his cock.” We finally pass everyone to a vacant part of the beach, setting up near the dunes in a small depression in the sand surrounded by higher sand. Spreading the blanket out, I pull off my shirt and lay down. Paula peels off her outer clothes, but leaves the bikini on. If we stay low on the blanket, no one can see us unless they walk right up. I don’t pressure Paula to take off the bikini. She opens the basket and pulls out cheese, crackers and a bottle of wine. Wine, I’m thinking. Good, that will loosen her up some. We start lunch. Paula’s head is on a swivel, looking left and right. I know what she’s thinking. Finally, she asks, “Should I go ahead and remove my top?” “Sure, whatever you want to do. No one can see us, and technically it’s legal to anyway.” Looking left and right, she unclasps the back and pulls it off. Her pale breasts contrast nicely with the late summer tan covering the rest. Part of me wants to grab her and play with those tits, but I resist and stay cool. Half-mast is back. We continue with lunch and I ensure that her wineglass is never empty. Occasionally a park police SUV drives by causing Paula to cover up with a towel, but for the most part everything is cool. “Should I take the rest off?” She asks. “Anything you want to do” Again, looking left and right. Then pulling her bikini bottom off. She is nude. I follow suit. It feels very funny, being nude in the open in the sun. Erotic. We kiss; have more wine. Paula keeps up a determined surveillance. I can tell that she is nervous, but despite the warm afternoon her nipples are hard. I tell her if anyone come by, just lay on your stomach; they’ll only see your buns. She seems unconvinced. We sunned for a while longer and I took the opportunity to kiss her a few more times. She seemed to be loosening up and I took the opportunity to stroke her pussy gently. She was wet. “Why don’t you show me that perfectly groomed pussy?” I asked her. Surprising me, she turned and spread her legs wide allowing me to see that she had shaved all of her pussy except for a strip of fur above her lips. What I call the “porn-star” look. Perfect. I took the opportunity to rub her little clit before lying down again. Evidently warming up, Paula moved close to me for more kisses. Looking left and right, she moved down, taking my cock into her mouth. How can you describe the feeling? Lying naked next to your naked wife on a warm beach out in the open as she blows you. I was hard instantly. “You can’t do that.” I scolded her. “We’ll get in trouble.” She didn’t stop. “No sex on the beach, remember?” I continued. Not that I really wanted her to stop, but these were her rules at the beginning. She stopped. Shit. Lying back next to me, with a kiss she asked, “We can’t?” “No.” “We’ll see.” And with that, she rolled on top of me. Straddling me, she stuffed my cock into her and began riding it. She was so wet, I went right in. Riding, riding, panting. She came hard in like one minute, sliding off of me. Now I’m left with a raging wet hardon. I immediately rolled on top of her, plunging my cock into her gaping pussy. She received me wantonly, and I fucked her hard, trying to come. It didn’t take long and with a groan I emptied into her. Just as I finished she squealed, “Someone’s coming!” and pushed me aside in panic. The last few drops of come landed on the blanket. I looked around, but didn’t see anyone; false alarm. We lay there a while longer, but soon it was time to leave to be home when the kids got off the bus. Looking back, Paula’s initial interest in “sunning” surprised me as well as the sex, which I really didn’t expect. A week later we visited that beach again. Paula seemed a little more comfortable with her nudity. She briefly took me into her mouth that was it for the sex that time. With luck we’ll get back to the beach this summer. Paula's First His cock kept pushing deeper into my pussy. Each new part of him caused my pussy to contract against him. Each contraction causing a little shock to move through my body. I was on fire. He pushed and pushed until I felt my pussy around the base of him. Finally, he was buried to the hilt. I paused for a second to try and get used to the size. "Keep rubbing," he commanded. I complied and immediately moaned loudly, amazed at how fast I was building again. My pussy felt stuffed to the point of pain, but the stretching caused my pussy to squeeze against him. Each squeeze against him sending a ripple of pleasure. "I'm going to come again," I gasped to no one in particular. John once more slipped a nipple into his mouth as he firmly held me down, keeping me completely impaled on his length and width. My orgasm took me by surprise, coming much faster than I anticipated. His dick was huge. I was stuffed full with a strange mixture of pleasure and pain. I rubbed my clit as I was buffeted by little shocks. There seemed to be a loop that went from my clit, to his dick inside me, to my nipples, and back again as I clenched his cock, contracting over and over. "I'm still coming I said," as another, stronger wave washed over me. I tried to lift off of him and he held me firmly in place, biting my nipple as I came again. "Oh god, Oh my god," I said over and over coming for a second time. The outside of my body was fairly still, but my insides were clenching him for all I was worth. Every clinch felt like another tiny orgasm surging through me. Finally my climaxes waned and I stilled, my ragged breaths the only movement and sound in the room. "Oh God," I thought. "That was some of the most intense series of orgasms in my life." I breathed heavily and slowly raised myself back up and allowed him to fall from me with an audible, wet plop onto his stomach. My legs were weak and shaky as I climbed off of him and practically fell next to him on the couch, closing my eyes a second to get my wits about me. It was then that I remembered my husband, sitting on the couch. I looked at him and saw his eyes burning. He was clearly quite turned on, absent-mindedly stroking his cock through his pants, watching what had happened in front of him. I felt a twinge of guilt that he was sitting alone with me basically ignoring him while I got my rocks off. I walked over to him, staggering from my climax induced stupor. I went to him and tried to kiss him when he stopped me. "What are you doing?" he asked sweetly. "I'm fine. But you just left John hanging. Why don't you go help him out." I looked over at John. He was sitting back taking in the scene, with his pole still hard as a rock, wet with my juices. His shirt was unbuttoned, his pants unzipped. I walked back over to him. "Take off your shirt," I said. He did as I asked and I kneeled in front of him once again. I helped him out of his slacks and briefs, admiring his body, getting a good look for the first time. He was quite big, clearly spending a lot of time in the gym. I reached up and stroked his chest and arms, feeling his muscles, looking at him in his eyes. I wanted to satisfy him for the amazing fucking he had just given me. He moaned as I squeezed his cock again. It was soaked with a combination of my wetness and precum with was practically dripping out of the tip. Obviously, he was very turned on. I stroked his length while I kissed his strong thighs. I kissed my way to his balls. They were coated in my juices and the smell of our combined sex filled my nostrils. I took one of them into my mouth as continued to pump his length with my hand. John moaned again as he began to really get excited. I took his cock in my mouth again and began to bob up and down. I wasn't messing around this time and was trying to get him to come. I wanted him to lose control the way he made me lose control just moments before. I wanted him to be unable to hold back and come in my mouth so I could swallow his seed. It was my sole focus. He began to shake and quiver and babble incoherently. "Oh, Paula," he moaned. His words spurred me on as I went as deep as I could, which wasn't much, making up the rest of the distance with my hand as I picked up the pace. I sped up my already fast pace, feeling his cock swell and harden like it does just before a guy comes. I used my free hand to hold his balls, while I furiously bobbed up and down, repaying his sexual favors with fervor. "Oh god. Oh God," was all he could manage to say as he began to climax. I stopped bobbing with as much of him as I could get into my mouth and held it there while he came in spurts down my throat. I held as much of him in my mouth while he shot his load. It was thick and there was a lot, and some spilled down the sides of his shaft. He kept thrusting into my mouth until his orgasm subsided, his hips collapsing onto the couch. I sucked the last of his semen from his cock, and licked the rest off of his shaft. I then licked the head one last time and he made me stop, still sensitive from his orgasm. I looked again at my husband and saw the passion in his dark eyes. I couldn't quite believe that I had just fucked a stranger right in front of him, especially one that had fucked me so well. I just had mind-blowing series of orgasms, something only my husband had ever been able to do to me. Damn good for a first time lover. I got off my knees and went to my husband. I kneeled in front of him and said, "Hey baby. You okay?" "Oh yeah," he said. "That was so hot." "Yeah?" I said. I looked down at his hard dick straining his pants and said, "Let me help you out here." I unzipped his zipper and pulled out his cock. I was purple and angry looking. I grasped it with my slippery hand and squeezed some precum from the tip. I looked him in the eyes and leaned down and sucked it off with one seductive slurp. I noticed his familiar musk, so different from Johns. He twitched and moaned as I slid him out of my mouth. "Your already close to coming, aren't you?" I asked. "Oh yeah baby, that was the hottest thing I've ever seen in my life." Since he was so close, I knew that I could tease him a little bit and make it last at least a little bit. Normally he is a bit difficult to get off, but when he is really turned on its relatively easy. I held his eyes with mine and started to lick the underneath of his dick with my tongue like a lollipop. Then I slowly eased his shaft into my mouth, sinking until I had his entire length in my mouth and held it there. He is not as ungodly large as John and I can deepthroat him. I slowly withdrew him until just the tip was in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around a few times and slowly went all the way down again. I repeated this a few times. Slowly down, slowly up, circle the tip, and back down again. His legs were starting to quiver as if he was already close to shooting. He started to run his hands through my hair and gently hold the back of my head as I bobbed on his dick. I jumped with a start as two other hands began to rub my back. I felt John lean into me, his dick slipped up between my ass cheeks as he stroked my ass with his hands. "I wasn't expecting this," I thought. "Spread your legs for him baby," my husband said to me. I did just that, while continuing the slow suck of my husband. John stroked my ass and slid his dick against my pussy, parting my folds and sliding downward across my clit. I shivered in the middle of my blowjob. He slid it several long strokes the full length of his dick, causing me to moan from the friction to my clit. I felt my arousal beginning to build again. I picked up the pace on my husbands cock as he moaned from my efforts. I felt the large head of John easily slip back into me. He held it there a second and then started to slowly ease the length into me. I moaned onto my husbands cock. I never fantasized about being fingercuffed and didn't really expect it to happen tonight, but it was turning me on big time. John started to gently back out of my pussy causing little spasms to begin to ripple through me. He continued to fuck me deliciously slow, allowing me to enjoy every inch of him. He was going all the way in until his cock bumped bottom and then back out again. My pussy squeezed him. My husband began moaning louder, signaling to me that he was about to come. "Not yet," I thought. I slowed down my pace and matched John's strokes into me with my mouth on my husband. The slower pace had the effect of teasing my husband, drawing out that moment right before he pops. My head was spinning again and I was starting to lose control again. I was starting to shake with each, maddeningly slow stroke. In spite of John's slow pace, I was building to yet another orgasm. My husband grabbed a handful of my hair as I teased him. His breathing was ragged. I was moaning into his cock. I was approaching another orgasm when my husband grunted and began to come. His orgasm triggered mine, catching me by surprise. I kept my husbands cock in my mouth as we both came and I moaned onto his twitching member, each pulse sending his come into my mouth. I wasn't so much sucking as just trying to keep it in my mouth and swallow his load, riding out my own orgasm. I took my mouth off my husbands cock and laid my head on his thigh as John continued to pump the last after-shocks from my shaking body. When my quakes subsided, he stopped fucking me, leaving his tool buried into me. I was breathing hard, recovering from yet another orgasm. "How many times am I going to come tonight?" I wondered. My husband stroked my hair as we all enjoyed to moment. I felt so close to him, despite having another man buried balls deep inside me while recovering from the orgasm he had just pumped from me. "Fuck her," my husband said. I wasn't quite ready to go again and felt spent, but at the same time, I knew my husband wanted this. John started fucking me with shorter quick strokes, then alternating with longer, slower strokes. He repeated this pattern as I felt tingles flow through my body and began to build yet again. This guy was good. My husband picked my head up and took my face in his hands and kissed me with passion. I kissed him back, moaning in his mouth from the expert fucking I was receiving. "Fuck her," he encouraged John. "Fuck her hard. Make her come again." John complied and began hammering me. "Jesus, he is splitting me in two," I thought to myself. I didn't know my pussy could take a cock of his size the way he was fucking me with it, but I was being proved pleasantly wrong. I began moaning loudly and felt my orgasm coming closer and closer. I plateaued without peaking. My orgasm seemed a bit more stubborn this time, but the steady fucking I was receiving was incredible, and I enjoyed the moments of teasing as it kept me on the edge. My husband grabbed the back of my head with a fist full of hair and pushed my face into the couch. He roughly pinched a nipple with his free hand and began to talk to me. "You like that? You like getting fucked in front of me? You like coming over and over in front of me while I watch? Come on, baby. Come one more time. Come on baby. Come for me. Come for John. Come all over his big cock." His hot words stung my ears and I began to come almost immediately. John was slamming into me, his balls spanking against my pussy with a wet splat. He pistoned into me like some out of control machine about to break. He grabbed my hips in his big hands as he lifted me up off the ground to get leverage. I was supported on my husbands lap and John's grip. After the orgasm peaked, another was right on top of me. "I'm coming again baby," I told my husband. "Keep coming baby. Keep taking that dick. Take his dick baby. Take it while I watch." John held me in the air as I crested from one orgasm into another. The moment one ended, another would begin. My screams filled the room while my pussy spasmed on his thrusting tool. I lost count of my orgasms. John started moaning loudly and nearly yelled as he came from all of his efforts. He pulled out of me and began to coat my ass with his semen, grunting. I was completely out of it, collapsed in front of him, vaguely feeling each of his hot squirts on my skin. The room quieted as the sex stopped. The only sounds were my and Johns hard breathing. I looked up at my husband, who stroked my cheek with his hand. "I love you baby," he said. "I love you too," I responded as I leaned forward and kissed him softly. We enjoyed out moment for a bit and were interrupted by the sound of the front door opening. We looked over and John was dressed, standing with the door in his hand, looking back at us. "Thanks guys. It was fun," he said. "You too," my husband replied. "Thanks for fucking my wife."