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Two-some, Three-some, Boat-some

By: MrMsScrewloose



(MMMF, mainly true story, some details embellished)

All this happened in the seventies, back in those happy days of birth control pills, before AIDS, and before rampant VD; just after the days of "If it moves, fondle it" and a decade before the days of "Two condoms in every purse." Happily it was also before the days of breast implants and mandatory exaggerations of breast and penis size. 

Back then, this sort of unprotected sex was normal behavior. Today, it would be insanely irresponsible. Do not try this at home. If you do try this at home, be safe.

*

My young wife and I are taking a week's vacation on Nantucket, which was an old whaling village, now a fancy island resort, off the coast of Massachusetts, and it's our first time there. We're in our early thirties. We've been married less than two years, but we had dated and lived together for years before that. 

It's surprisingly cool, being late in the season, too cool for shorts and T-shirts. We're both wearing sweaters, and she has pantyhose under her skirt. Remember pantyhose? Her skirt is short, well above her knees, but not what you would consider mini. She is a very slinky babe, medium height, thin and curvy, with good handful-size breasts. 

We're having dinner, seafood of course, at a medium priced restaurant. We can't afford the fancy places. Nantucket is really expensive. It being tourist season, the tables are crowded close together. This is okay, as it turns out, because we get to meet the two guys at the next table. Roger is an older guy in his fifties, tall, stocky, nice looking, salt and pepper hair. Billy is much younger, our age, lanky, dark, scruffy moustache. Their story is amazing: they're sailing around the world. Roger sold his aerospace company in LA, retired to Palos Verdes but got bored. So he bought a big sailboat and equipped it with everything for single hand, long distance running. He even hired a first mate for the trip, which is expected to take a year or two, namely Billy, whom he describes as a mechanical whiz who can fix anything. A handy guy to have along on the high seas. 

They're both very personable and funny and we all have a great time over dinner and much wine. Roger invites us to the boat for more drinks after dinner. We walk the few blocks to the marina. The boat is huge, 47 feet. And luxurious. The main cabin is as large as the living room of our house. Roger lights a couple oil lamps for atmosphere. There is plenty of electricity from dockside but the lamps are warmer. More wine comes out for Jan and me, Scotch for Roger, beer for Billy. We talk and laugh and drink too much. The town is very compact, there's no need to drive anywhere, so drinking is not a problem, and everyone does. 

She and I are sitting together on a couch. I kiss her, long and deep, not just a peck but a lover's kiss. And not just once. It's okay; we're married. 

Billy fixes something wrong with the tape deck and puts on some music. We dance. During the fast songs, she has this incredibly slinky style of moving her hips, which we are all enjoying watching. During slow songs, I hold her close, my hands on her ass. And we kiss some more. "Are you trying to start something," she asks. 

"Yes." 

"Well, be careful, we might have to finish it, too. But ... three guys." 

Roger cuts in. And they dance close, too. And when his hand moves down over her hip to her ass, she doesn't object. More wine flows. Roger and Billy and I alternate dancing with Jan, and we're all very familiar, hands on her body. 

While we're dancing again, she whispers in my ear, "The boys are getting grabby. They're following your example putting their hands on me. They're pulling me hard against them to feel me. They're all over my ass and hips and pulling up my skirt, and trying to get up my sides to my boobs. If this continues, they're going to feel up your wife. A lot."

"Do you want to stop it," I ask. 

"No, not yet anyway, it's fun. And I don't think you want me to stop. I want to dance close to men. I want to feel them, too." 

During one slow dance, Billy and I watch as Roger reaches between them to cup her breast. She does not push away or move his hand. And he kisses her. Again, not just a gentle peck, but a serious kiss. She opens her mouth to accept his tongue, and their lips and tongues play for long moments while he kneads her breast with one hand and her butt with the other, pulling her hips into him. Now this is serious. Roger is touching her, sexually not just friendly, and she is letting him. She looks over at me. She seems a little nervous, but she's not stopping him from exploring her body. 

Seeing that she is not objecting to being touched or kissed, Billy moves behind her, and they sandwich her between them. Billy holds onto her waist and presses hard against her, and reaches up to feel her other breast. She turns around to kiss Billy for a while, then back to Roger, and back and forth a few times. I walk over to join the fun.

She grabs onto me, dances me a few feet away. She is nervous. "They're really feeling me up. Did you see? They are feeling my boobs. Both of them. And now I can feel their hard-ons pressing against my ass and my pussy. They're both hard, they both want me. They both want your wife. This is going to get serious. You're hard, too. Do you want this?" 

"You are so sexy. Who can resist? We're on vacation. You want to have a little adventure? You know it turns me on." 

"Mmm. Two strangers feeling me up is already an adventure. They both had their hands on my boobs. It's exciting but.... They're going to want more. Do you want that? They will try to feel me everywhere. Do you want me to let them feel me everywhere?" 

"You've enjoyed two guys before, I reply. This is just one more. Let them feel you. You like us playing with your breasts, don't you? You want us to feel more. Just let them play with your body. It's just tonight. We'll never see them again. We're having fun." 

"You know what I mean by everywhere," she says nervously. "They want to feel my sex. They want to get their hands into my pussy. And then ... going further, I don't know. Three guys is a lot more than two." 

I think she is just looking for some encouragement. "You like us to feel you, don't you? You like our hands on you, don't you?" I reach up to cup her breast. "So, let them feel you wherever they want to feel. Open up for them. You can stop when you want to. Just say no." 

She's still a little undecided. "Oh, this is so strange but I am so hot. And high. Feel me." 

I put my hands on her hips and move up and down over her hips and butt and pull the skirt with me so it comes way up. I hold her skirt up with one hand on her ass, I can't quite get my hand under it. I reach up to her breast again. She kisses me, pushes her body into mine, and moans into my mouth. I cup her breast, hold it and squeeze it, reach for the nipple to tweak it. She stiffens and moans louder. 

I encourage her to go ahead. "Let them feel you. You are so hot. Open up for them." 

We all go over to the couch. The three of us guys sit down. She finishes her glass of wine and then sits in our collective lap, stretches out, lies down over us. Roger kisses her, long and deep. Billy, in the middle, feels her belly, and hips, and breasts. I start with taking off her shoes, stroke her legs, calves to knees and above. 

She lifts her knees a little, and her skirt slides up her legs over the smooth hose. She tells me later that this was deliberate, to make her skirt shorter, to show a little more leg. An invitation to us all. 

And we take it. I continue caressing her legs, over her knees to her thighs, up to the hem of her skirt and under it. And both the other guys can see it. Billy takes the hint, changes his concentration to her legs. He pulls the hem of her skirt higher, and touches her thigh, on top, then inside. Billy and I push on her knees to open her legs to our touches, giving us access to her sex. 

We don't stop. Guys never stop. Roger is kissing her, really passionately now. She has her arms wrapped around his neck and shoulders. He is reaching under her sweater to her breasts. He lifts her bra to get directly to her flesh. I am caressing up one firm thigh and Billy up the other. Her legs are up and well open and her skirt slides up to her belly. I can see her crotch sheathed in pink bikini panties. Oh, that crotch that I have enjoyed so often. We both reach up to her pussy. Wow, it's hot. Even through the panties and pantyhose she feels hot and damp. 

I grab the waistband of the pantyhose to pull them down. Billy sees and helps from the other side. She lifts up to help but holds the panties so they stay on. 

We move off the couch to the carpet so we have more room to play. Roger pulls the sweater over her head. And then the bra. I take off her skirt. Now the panties are all she has left. 

She holds onto me, whispers to me, "Oh, Tommie, I don't know ... three guys ... it's almost a gang bang." 

I think she wants to go ahead with it. "Go with the flow, baby. If you want it, so do I. If you want to stop, just close your legs and push us away." 

She wants my permission. "Do you want this? You want me to do this? All three of you? Let all three of you ... have me? I'm scared but I'm really turned on, too. You can tell, can't you? I'm wet." 

"Yes, I can tell. And yes, I want you to. If you want to, so do I." 

She lies back between us. Billy is kissing her now, and feeling her breast and torso. Roger is kissing one breast. His hand covers her crotch. She feels that and pushes up into it, legs open. He cups her pussy, pushes his fingers hard into it. The material of the panties separates the lips and scrapes her clit, and she moans her pleasure. 

He reaches inside the waistband of her panties now -- my wife's panties -- down over her mound through her fur, and cups her pussy with nothing now between her flesh and his. I can see his fingers stroking her labia under the panties. One finger disappears into her, she moans loudly and pushes her hips up to get more of that finger inside. God, he's actually inside her, and she's taking him in. We all know now that she likes it and wants it. 

I kiss her, whisper to her, "You want all of us to come into you, don't you? You want our fingers in you? And our tongues? And cocks? And cum?" 

Her eyes are closed. She's lost in the moment. "Mmmm. Take me. Fuck me. " 

When she uses these words, I know she's hot and ready. I whisper in her ear so that no one else can hear, "Do you want us in your pussy? Are you hot and wet? Is your pussy hot and hungry? Is your pussy empty? Do you want us to come into your sex? Feel that finger probing you. It's not mine. You want two fingers? You want two men in there? Do you want more in your cunt?" 

"Yes! Fill me, fill my cunt." She hisses, whispering in my ear. "One of them is fingering me now. You want them to go further, to fuck your wife? *I* sure do. I want them to fuck me. I want them to fuck your wife, now, while you watch them, while you watch her spread her legs for them and let them into her cunt, take them into her cunt," she taunts me. "Watch me spread my legs for them." 

She wants me to know that she is deliberately letting other men use her for their fun, to touch her body intimately and penetrate her sex. She is going to let strangers use her pussy that ought to be reserved for me, her husband. 

This isn't the first time I've heard it and it won't be the last. There is nothing more erotic to me than to watch the woman I love so much enjoy raw sex, and she knows it. To watch her get interested in a sexual activity, then get hot, then get hot and wet and hungry for something to slide into her vagina. To see her open her legs and lips wide to take something inside her body, something to stretch her sex open and pump her full. To hear her change from "my pussy" to "my cunt" when she gets to the point of wanting something, anything, to fill her wet, hot emptiness inside. 

Nothing makes her hotter than that first time, that first sexual play with someone she wants and has not had yet. Friend, acquaintance, stranger, doesn't matter. That first touch of a hand on her breast, a hand that hasn't been there before. Or on her ass. Or a hand between her legs, a deliberate, clearly sexual touch. Over her clothes and then under them on naked skin. That thrills her and I love to watch it and I love to hear about it. When she tells me stories of her past, truth or fiction, she always tells me how someone touched her, and how she felt, and how she reacted. And stresses how they were taking advantage of her, of her as my wife or my girlfriend, because it turns us both on. 

"Do you want them to fuck me?" she whispers to me. "*I* want them to fuck me. I want them to fuck your wife, now, while you watch them, while my husband watches his loving wife spread her legs for strange men and let them into her cunt. No, *take* them into her cunt. Take their fingers and their tongues and their cocks into her, into *me*. Pull them in me and pump them until they shoot their cum inside me." 

Now I know she wants to have these two strange men feel her and fuck her, use her in any way. Right here on the rug.

"You know that a strange man is fingering me," she hisses, "right now, while we talk, fucking into me and pinching my clit. And it's wonderful. He and his friend are both going to finger fuck me. And then they will really fuck me. They will come inside your wife's pussy, inside my cunt. They will use your wife's cunt for their pleasure. They will fuck me as long as they want to and as long as I want them to. They can have my body and my sex all night. Get them in me. Now. I'm sooo turned on. I want laid! Now!" 

She only says that when she's really hot and horny and ready to be penetrated and filled. I don't know if they can hear her, but I sure do. I kiss her hard while I push her panties down. She lifts her hips to help me remove her last tiny piece of covering. Now we can all see her pussy and Roger's hand on it and his finger inside it. 

I look at Billy and then down at her pussy again and then back to him. He gets the message. His hand strokes up her thigh to her crotch, he strokes his fingers up and down her lips and over her clit, getting the wetness inside. And he pushes a finger into her, joining Roger inside my wife. 

She gasps again. I whisper in her ear, "Can you feel their two fingers now? Both of them in you at once?" 

"Oh, yes, I feel two men inside me, two men fingering me, fucking me. Two men pushing inside your wife! Both inside me. Deep in my sex. Drilling me. Fucking me with their fingers. And on my clit. Unh, unh, unh, unh." And she comes, hard. We can all see her vaginal muscles gripping their fingers, spasming closed again and again. 

Roger takes a break to remove his clothes, then moves between her legs. He kisses her breasts, her navel, belly, down to her pussy. He opens her labia so he can get to her clit to lick it and suck it. He's an older guy with a lot of experience, apparently, and was married for years. He is very good at eating pussy. She goes wild for it, pulling up her legs and holding them wide open for him. He puts fingers into her while sucking on her clit, swirls them around to tickle her cervix. She comes again, loudly, almost violently, screaming her orgasm over the music, crushing his head between her thighs and lifting her hips way up to his mouth. 

Billy is not idle, either. He also takes off his clothes, and while he's kissing her breasts, she plays with his cock. She pulls it to her to kiss it, takes it gently into her mouth, licks all around the head and gobbles it up as far as she can take it. Being eaten so well distracts her and she stops when she gets really excited, and she comes again. 

When Roger is done with his dessert, he crawls up between her legs. His cock is pointed directly at the vee of her pubes. She looks over at me. I see the lust in her eyes. She really wants this. She reaches out to hold his cock, opens her lips with her other hand, and pulls him toward her. She looks at me again, then closes her eyes and pulls the head to her lips. She gasps as his cock slides into her hole. She pulls back her knees again to open wide for him. He goes in slowly, deeper and deeper after eight or ten strokes, down to the hilt, pubis against pubis. She moans with the ecstasy of being filled, her eyes closed, throws her head back, whimpers at the penetration, thrilled to be filled. She wraps her legs around his waist and squeezes. He pumps into her and she pushes up to meet him, and both of them are grunting with each stroke when he touches bottom, her squeals a couple octaves above his exhalations, together a duet of lust again and again. 

Roger tries to get her knees over his shoulders. Billy and I decide to help. We each grab an ankle and pull them way back, which aims the tunnel of her vagina up in line with his cock. Each stroke is as deep as possible now, and she is in ecstasy, a trance, her eyes closed, breathing hard with each pump of his cock deep into her body. He's pumping into her slowly, with a regular rhythm, down, in to the hilt, back out. She's crying out, one syllable with each hard stroke into her, "Come ... come ... come ... in ... me ... come ... in ... my ... cunt ... oh ... oh ... oh ... now ... come ... in ... me ... now ... come ... in ... me!"

Roger cries out and squirts into her, deep, deep, still stroking, slowly, fifteen, twenty agonizingly slow strokes shooting into my wife. 

He collapses on top of her and catches his breath for a minute. When he pulls out, his come drips out of her pussy and down her crack. Billy is ready to take his place immediately and aims his cock at her. She is well-lubricated from one load of cum, and he slides in easily in one smooth, slow stroke. She cries out long as he hits bottom, pushes her hips up to meet him on each stroke, wraps her legs around his waist and locks her ankles behind his back so she can pull him into her and lift her hips to meet his thrusts. 

He finishes in a minute or two, depositing another load of semen into her sex. They both relax. When he pulls out of her, more semen oozes from her hole down her labia and drips off. 

My turn now. She pulls me over to her and insists, "Fuck me!" I am so hard from this evening's activities that I can't wait. We start out in the missionary position. She is so wet and open, sliding into her has never been easier, after all, she's been fucked twice in the last ten minutes and her cavern is dripping semen. Then we move into one of our favorite positions. She opens her labia with her fingers and then closes her legs between mine, so that my cock is trapped between her thighs, between her lips, and it scrapes against her clit on every stroke. In this position she can come almost every time while we're screwing. It provides tremendous friction for me, too, which in this very juicy pussy tonight is a good thing. 

Sure enough, she does come after a couple minutes, and her screaming in my ear brings me to my own climax. I pour my seed into her on top of all the others. We catch our breath and I fall over to the side to hold her. 

Roger brings her a new glass of wine. "You are one fantastic lady," he says with a look of lust. She starts to get up. 

"Do you have a Kleenex? I'm, uh, dripping. I'll leave stains all over the rug." 

"Don't worry about it, my dear," he says with a flourish, "I shall treasure them always," and he clinks glasses with her. So she gets up and walks to the head with the cum of three men dribbling down her thighs, which are soaked, past her knees. She looks back at us over he shoulder with a lascivious smile. What a sight! 

When she comes back, we all sit on the rug in a tight circle, all still naked, drinking and smoking and laughing like a bunch of hippies at a love fest. It's still fairly dim in the cabin with just the oil lamps. Roger starts up again. He leans over to kiss her and cups her breast. His hand goes lower, over her belly to her fur, cups her mound. She gasps a little and we all know that he has poked his finger back inside her pussy. We can see his hand move, finger sliding in and out of her still-juicy pink hole. She has hold of his cock, which is coming alive again. The sight makes my cock jump, too. 


Two-some, Three-some, Boat-some Ch. 02



These two chapters, his and hers versions, describe something close to what really happened. The accounts are based on true events but embellished, hopefully for erotic value. 

All this took place back in the wonderful days before AIDS, before rampant STDs, and before thigh-high stockings replaced pantyhose as standard leg wear for the American woman. Yes, pantyhose limited access. Not much, though. But, my husband tells me, men learned to love the smooth, firm feel of female thighs encased in tight nylon. He sure did. And those were also the days when every woman I knew, including me, was on The Pill, so birth control was not a problem, either. All these non-risky conditions enabled a lot of spontaneous screwing. Those were the days.

Today, one must practice safe sex. Sometimes, it sounds so scary, I think we need full-body condoms. Don't try this at home.



Hubby told you about this adventure. It was years ago, so it's not surprising that we both remember it a little differently. I remember it more as being seduced and encouraged and almost attacked. Seduced by the sailors. Encouraged to give in by my husband. Attacked by all of them, basically. Three isn't quite a gang bang, but it's a hell of a lot more than two. Three guys, three dicks, it's like you're open to all comers. Okay, boys, line up here to fuck this girl. No pushing now, you'll all get your chance. I was used. Used for their pleasure. They all jumped me and pumped me, and plowed into me, and came in me, and came back for another try. 

Oh, I enjoyed it, too. Immensely. I had never really let go and just wallowed in lust like that before. After a while, I wanted just one dick after another pumping into me, plumbing my pussy as far as they could, filling me with meat and juice. I don't know how many times I came. I'm embarrassed to think even now, years later, how slutty and just-fuck-me-baby-fuck-me-fuck-me I was that night. I pulled them into me and held them tight until we were done. One after the other. And again. 

It's not like I had been a prude and then turned into a crazy fuck-slut overnight. No, I had had my share of guys before we got married. Including some wild times that maybe I'll write about someday. But they were all one-on-one encounters, well, with the occasional two-on-one. And some sort of public. And even the occasional girl, too, for experimentation and variety. But three-on-one was way outside my boundaries, I thought. 

When we got to the boat, it was drinks all around, good wine. This after the wine at dinner, which was just the start. The stereo got fixed from whatever its problem was, and hubby asked me to dance. It was a little odd, one girl dancing with one of three guys, but next song they rotated. I guess I was going to be going around constantly with one of them. Hubby always gets a little familiar with my butt when we dance, and the guys took this as a signal. Soon they were all feeling and even kneading my ass as we danced. And they used that as leverage to pull my hips tight to theirs so I could feel their packages. Well, after enough drink, this was not unwelcome either. 

Then one dance Tommy raised a hand to my boob. Geezus! He cupped my left breast, not subtly, openly, and everyone saw it. Well, again, that was a signal to the guys. I was not comfortable with them feeling me up like that. A hand on the ass, okay. A hard-on between us that I can feel, well, that's just being adult. No woman really minds *too* much being reminded that she turns men on. But the next dance, they are all over me, feeling and kneading my breasts and exciting my nipples. 

I told Tommy that, that they were feeling me up, too, and you know what that leads to. "Their hands are on my breasts, and they are pinching my nipples" (which always sends a jolt down to my sex). There is a progression of touching like this. "Soon they will want to touch me below the belt. And then they will start to get under my clothes. And . . . and . . . and . . . . do you want them to feel me up more? Aren't you going to stop them?" Does he want them to feel my naked breasts? Does he want them to get under my skirt? 

"Yes," he says, he wants me to play with them. He wants them to play with me. It turns him on, I can feel it, just to say these things to me. "Let them feel you. Just open up a little. Isn't it turning you on, too?" Yes, a little. It was, too, more than I let on. 

But I was a little scared. Where was this going? How far would he let this go? Surely he doesn't want these two guys to fuck me. We just met them at dinner a couple hours ago. So there must be a stopping point somewhere before that. He wants them to feel me up? Feel what? They're already very familiar with my ass and my boobs and my hips. What's left is, uh, kind of private. I'm thinking this while we're dancing. 

Then my husband takes it to another level. He kisses me deeply, passionately, lips and tongues fully involved. And while we're kissing, he feels my butt, then around the side to my thighs, and he moves his hands up to my waist pulling my skirt up with them. The hem is now way up my thighs, I'm sure everyone can see, and he runs a hand down my thigh to my stocking. And caresses my thigh up high, high that would normally be well hidden by the skirt. 

He has his hands on both my legs, the skirt bunched up not quite to my ass but close, and he rubs the outsides, and then the backs of my legs. Oh, god, this is intimate and it is turning me on. Will all of them want to do this, too? 

You bet they do. Next dance in the rotation, they kiss me passionately, as my husband did, and they put their hands on my legs under my skirt, as my husband did. Well, that boundary is passed. Roger, the older guy who owns the boat, reaches right up to my ass, and caresses that now, under my skirt, through just my pantyhose, and reaches down to get between my legs. I squirm away to keep him from getting his hand between my thighs. This is really going far. Billy is a little less aggressive. He just feels my thighs and my ass under my skirt, but doesn't try to reach for my pussy. 

Next dance, if you can call it dancing anymore, back with hubby. "Geez, Tommy, these guys are getting very forward. This has to stop. Aren't you going to stop them? How far do you want this to go?" 

"As far as you would like it to go, sweetie. Any fun you want to have." 

"They're already going under my skirt to feel me, since you showed them how. They will want to go further. They will want to get into my clothes, and then into me. *Your* *wife*. This isn't just a little three-way with your girlfriend anymore. We're married now. You want them to feel up your wife?" Does he want his wife to let them do that? 

"You can stop anytime. If you feel uncomfortable, just push away." He held me close, caressed my breast. "I would love to see you playing with them. It would make me so hot to watch their hands on you. Let us touch you. Relax and let us feel you. Let us feel you all over." 

My husband wants other men to fondle my body? "You want them to get under my clothes?" 

"Yes, under your clothes, that's where *you* are. Clothes are just a covering. My sweetie lives inside her clothes." 

"You want me to let them feel my skin, naked skin? My breasts, my belly, inside my stockings?" 

"Yes, yes, we want to feel your skin. Beautiful, smooth, hot skin." I could feel him grinding his erection into my belly. 

I pleaded with him. "You want them to feel your wife under her pantyhose? You're not going to stop them when they take my clothes off, you want me to have no protection from their wandering hands? They would feel me all over. They would feel my . . . they would feel my insides." 

"Oh, god, I would love to see that." 

"You want me to do that? How can we go that far?" Hmmmm. His hands were not idle. He reached down under my ass, between my legs, his fingers near my pussy. Roger and Billy are watching intently. They are near to drooling. They can see his hands, one holding up my skirt, the other reaching under me, his fingers almost on the crotch of my pantyhose. 

I pull away from him to go to the head and think a while. God, he really wants me to let them have me. He was almost touching my sex right in front of them. He wants me to have sex with all three men? He can't be serious. Surely he would stop them from screwing me. Sure, I can screw my husband, maybe even in front of an audience, but I don't know if I can screw the audience, too. 

I know he was thrilled watching me turn on during our threesomes before we were married. He has told me how he watched the man kiss me passionately, and watched me hold him and kiss him back just as much. Watched the man's hands on me, on my breasts, going up between my legs, cupping my crotch, my hot, wet, crotch that was so excited. Watched me open my legs to let him in. Watched his hand going up my skirt, inside my pantyhose, and then down into my panties to feel my pussy. Our friend's fingers curled over my pussy, splitting the lips, getting into the wetness of my dripping sex. Then curling up into me, into my hole, piercing me, making me pump my sex up into his hand to get his fingers farther inside me. God, I was hot. 

Tommy tells me all the time how hot it made him to see me with another man. "The most exciting sexual experience of my life," he says. I remember it clearly, as he does. He watched every move carefully, watched me let this man feel me, feel my intimate areas, run his hands up my thighs and between my legs. cup my pussy. They cooperated to take my clothes off, my sweater and bra, my skirt and pantyhose, and finally my panties. When I was naked, exposed to both of them, after the other man, our friend, had finger fucked me to my first orgasm, he pushed my legs open and knelt between them. I pulled my knees wide apart and back to my chest, opening wide for him to get into me. He, my boyfriend, now my husband, let the other man have me first! My pussy was raging then, it was a hot, dripping sex, a cunt that needed filled. And he pushed his long cock into me, a new cock I had never felt before, and I loved it, I swooned and came again and cried out, oh, oh, oh, fuuuuuuck. Then in rhythm with his pumping into my body, fuck .. me .. fuck .. me .. fuck .. me .. fuck .. me! Until he came, he came in me, this other man's hot spunk filled up my cunt. Oh, god, I'm getting so hot just thinking about it again. A wonderful time, maybe the hottest sex I ever had. And then he used my pussy while it was flooded with his friend's cum. I know my husband, my love, wants to see that again, wants to see me touched up and felt up and used, wants to see me stripped, split open, wants to see me mad to get fucked, wants me filled with hot cock, wants hot cum to squirt into me. He wants me to be fucked and to enjoy being fucked, to love being fucked. And so do I. 

But two other men? That's a little more wanton. Two men we just met, that's a lot more wanton than one guy we had known for years. 

I go back out to my loving husband and check, "Are you sure you want this to happen, you want these guys we just met to play with my body? They're already feeling up your wife's tits and her ass." He knows what they'll do, they'll continue to feel me further and further until he stops them. If he stops them. "If we go any further, the next step, they'll feel my pussy. Your *wife's* pussy. *Your* pussy, the one you're married to, the one that loves you. You want your wife to let these men play with the pussy you love?" 

"Oh yes, jeez yes, more than anything. I want you to play and get turned on. I want them to feel how hot your pussy gets when you're aroused. I want you to feel strange lips on you, and hands on you. And fingers in you. Doesn't that just make you incredibly hot, to think about strange hands on you? Four of them. Six of them. Six hands all over your body! I think you're already getting excited. You know how incredibly exciting it is for me to see you flirt with and play with other men. Open up a little. This is an opportunity we can't miss. Let me watch you." 

He's right, this is a unique opportunity. We'll never see these guys again. We'll leave the island and they'll sail away around the world. What could be the harm in playing with these three lovely men? I empty my glass of wine. Okay, let's play. 

Dancing begins again. Less dancing, actually. More groping. Right away there's a hand on my breast and another one going up my skirt. And now it's not just my hips and ass, or even legs that they feel, they try earnestly to get between my legs. Open up a little, he said. I wonder if he meant, open my legs. I relax and let Roger's hand slide between my legs, and I feel his fingers push up firmly against my pussy. He can't get between my lips through the tight pantyhose and panties beneath, but I can feel the pressure on my labia and my clit between them. The pressure is delicious. I wonder how much of my heat he can feel. My pussy is getting hot and damp and he might be able to sense that. Billy comes over, too, and gets behind me to "dance." I feel both their hard-ons now, one on my belly, right on my pubis, and the other sliding over my ass. 

Billy, behind me, takes over the top half of my body, cupping and kneading my breasts. He pulls up my sweater and runs his hands up my bare belly to my bra. He and I can both feel his touch more acutely. He lifts the underwire cups over my breasts, freeing them to his feel. It's a little uncomfortable, so he unclasps the bra at the back. That's much more relaxed. Every time he kneads my nipple, a little lightning bolt goes right down to my sex, my uterus and my vagina spasm a little. I can feel it making my clit more sensitive. God, this is fun. 

Roger, in front, has a free run over my bottom half. The "fun bits," as hubby puts it. He kisses me deeply, and while his tongue is fencing with mine, he runs his hands up and down outside my thighs, pulling the skirt up a little with each pass. I open my legs a little so it doesn't fall back down. After a minute or two, it's mostly bunched up around my waist. I look over at my husband. Is this what you want? Can you see them man-handling me? He smiles to let me know he's happy. I can see the bulge in his pants. He runs his hand down over his crotch to rearrange things. I don't know who is more turned on now, him or me. The wife being used as a sex object by two strangers, or the husband who watches her be mauled and hopes she is enjoying it. I open my legs more to show hubby that I like it, and to let them in.

Roger cups my pussy directly, from the front, and squeezes hard pressing on my mound and lips. Billy runs a hand down, too, over the pantyhose, to feel my hot, open crotch. I spread my legs for both of them, so they can get all their fingers between my legs and grab my pussy with their whole hands. 

Billy is the first to put his hand inside my stockings to get to my naked belly, and my panties. When he cups my pussy over my panties, he can press to split the lips and rub between them. He rubs hard and I can feel it on my clit and my hole. Then he slides underneath the panties to my naked pussy, my hot, wet cunt, and opens my slit with his fingers. He rubs on my clit around and around, and one finger curls up to slide into my hole. Oh, god, that's delicious. I open my eyes to see if Tommy is watching. Of course he is, with complete lust in his eyes, and moving closer. He looks at my eyes, then my crotch, he sees the hand under my panties moving, kneading, rubbing, penetrating me; then back to my eyes, and I see him rubbing his erection through his pants. 

We all slump down onto the rug. The two men cooperate now to pull down my stockings. Right off. Oh, I want to be free, I want to feel the cool air on my wet lips, I want them to be able to get into me without obstruction. I look at my husband, into his eyes. I think, you can stop this, husband, stop these men from molesting your wife. He doesn't move. I raise my hips off the rug to let them strip me. The panties go down, too, after the stockings. I kick them off toward my husband, who is approaching and now almost part of this group. The sweater goes, and the loose bra, and that's it, I'm naked. In front of three men. All with hard cocks. All who want me. All want to put their cocks in me. 

The two strangers both put their fingers into me, one then the other, they're both in me at the same time, two fingers, then three or four, oh, god, it's wonderful, twisting in different directions, stirring around my insides, sliding in my slick vagina, in and out and curling around. This is so intimate: two men finger fucking me at the same time while my husband watches me writhe and moan and have mini-orgasms over and over. Hands on my breasts, fingers in my cunt, juices flowing out making my crotch and thighs all wet. My *husband* watching two strange men fuck me with their fingers! My sex hole is theirs to play with!

Is this it? Am I going to be fucked silly by all three men? I pull my husband over to me, the others give us a little room, and I whisper quietly to him, "There's only one place to go from here. Are you sure you want this? If you don't stop them, they're going to fuck me, right here. You want them to have me?" Does he want me to get fucked by both of these men? He nods. "You want your wife, your loving wife, to let these strange men use her body for pure sex?" He moans his assent. "Three men, that's almost a gangbang. You want all of them to fuck me? If I let them all fuck me, what will they think of me? What will *you* think of me?" 

"I will love you. I will always love you. *We* will all love you." 

"Tommy, they already have their fingers in my cunt. They will stick their dicks into me, you know, like I'm a piece of meat, and fuck me hard, and they'll come inside me. You want their sperm in my cunt? Cum from two other men?" 

"Yes, yes, I want you to be used by them, I want to *watch* you be used, and I want you to *enjoy* being used. I want you to let us all make love to you tonight. I want you to take sperm from us all." He's breathing hard, his hot breath is in my ear, his hands are all over me, too, along with theirs. "We'll be gentle, we'll love you. You see how civilized these guys are. I'll be sure that nothing happens that you don't want. I wouldn't let anyone hurt my beautiful wife. Only fuck her and make her come and make her scream with pleasure. That's what I want for my beautiful wife." 

Does he really want them to have me? "You won't think I'm just a loose slut? I'm incredibly turned on, but I don't want you ever to think less of me." 

"No, honey, I'll think you are my wonderful, hot wife. Who lets loose and enjoys herself. Spread your legs for us." He reaches down under my knee and lifts my right leg up. The gesture is unmistakable; he wants to open my sex for penetration. Billy lifts the other knee. They push both back, way back to my chest. 

Roger doesn't fuck me, not right away. He lowers his head to my pussy and eats me. He licks my lips and clit and pokes my hole, and sucks on my clit. God, it's wonderful! Reaming and sucking and reaming and sucking! Oh! Oh! Oh! I come screaming after I don't know how many minutes. 

I get maybe a minute to come down from the high, and then Roger's cock is at my pussy lips. He moves it around the labia to get it wet. I reach down to grasp it, and I guide it into my hole. I want this! He pushes into me slowly, oh, god, oh, god, it's wonderful, feeling a cock in me after all the foreplay, fiveplay, sixplay, tonight. He sinks into me slowly till his mound hits mine, he's all the way in, it's wonderful to be full of hot man, I hold him tight to me. My legs are still being held up, tight against my boobs, so that he penetrates me as deeply as possible. He pumps faster and harder, shoving his hard meat into my soft cunt, over and over. And then he comes, I can feel his cock pulsing, I can feel his hot seed squirting into me. My husband holds my legs open, and kisses me while a strange man is shooting his cum into my sex! And I am having orgasmic spasms on another man's cock! How nasty is that! How hot! 




Two-some, Three-some, Boat-some Ch. 02



Roger pulled out and I felt his hot cum dripping down my ass. Billy got between my legs and plunged into my pussy without preliminaries. He was tall and thin, and his cock matched, longer than average but skinny. It hurt at first when he pounded at my cervix. I wrapped my legs around his narrow hips and held him tight to my hips as he fucked in and out of me. He started out pumping fast and just got faster. After a couple minutes, he came, too, adding to the mess in my already sloppy hole. 

Then my husband rolled over on top of me and took his turn. His dick slid easily into my sloppy cunt. He fucked me gently, kissed me, whispered in my ear how he loved me, he loved the feeling of my slippery vagina with all that goo in it. He shot his load of sperm into me, too, He lay with me until I got up to go to the head to pee and clean up. I was so embarrassed when I stood up, all that cum leaked out of my pussy down my thighs, everyone could see it. I tried to hold it in with my hand but there was too much and it just flowed out, down my legs. My thighs were completely coated, shiny, lubricated with man juice and pussy juice as I walked mincingly out. 

When I got back, the men were all sitting around a circle on the rug, inhaling a new bottle of wine. I joined them, sitting cross-legged as they were. We were close together, their knees touching mine as we talked. I could feel that my pussy lips were puffy and wide open from all the workout, and I'm sure they were still shiny and wet. My husband was sitting directly across from me, and I saw him staring between my legs at my sloppy sex. It was very casual. We were all naked sitting there close together, just talking. The men complimented me on my figure, my beauty (an exaggeration), my passion. Roger and Billy sitting next to me put their hands on my legs and stroked my thighs, getting higher and higher up my legs. Tommy was staring between my legs, watching their hands get closer and closer to my pussy again. After what we all did just minutes ago, it did not occur to me to close my legs or stop their advances. Sitting there with my legs wide apart like that and my slit wide open and wet, I must have been a tempting sight. 

I didn't object when Roger's fingers slid inside my lips and rubbed my clit, and then slipped into me. He leaned over to kiss me, I moaned my approval into his kiss, and he and Billy laid me back onto the rug. They were both hard again. I pushed Roger down onto his back and looked at his erection pointing up angled toward his head. My pussy was a little sore from the first round of fucking, so I wanted to be in control. I straddled his waist, held his prick, and slowly lowered my cunt onto it. I groaned as it filled me up. A little pain, but it felt good to be filled up again. I raised and lowered my hole up and down his cock, leaning forward to scrape my clit along the shaft. I got aroused again, and came a little. Many minutes later, he started to groan, too, and I could feel his cock swell and then pulse as he squirted his seed into me again. 

I got up off him and moved over to Billy. More cum fell out of my hole onto both men and the rug in between. I didn't care anymore. Billy's cock was long and thin and pointing straight up at the ceiling. It was easier for me to climb on. I liked being on top so I could control the depth of his penetration and the pace. Up, down, up, down. I pushed on his chest for leverage. He was a lot younger and didn't last long before he shot into me, too. 

When I crawled over to my husband for a marital fuck, I lay down on his chest and stretched my legs out. We both reached between my legs to insert his cock gently into my much-abused slit. He and I moved our hips slowly. There wasn't much friction at this point with all the lubrication that had been squirted into my hole over the last couple hours. That made it easy for me but hard for him. Even as slippery as my fuck-tube was at that point, though, he was so turned on from the evening's activities that he came before I got too sore. 

We were all exhausted. We lay around for a while relaxing in the afterglow of sex, sex, and more sex. It was late. One last wine. Before it got too much later, I got up and collected my clothes. Cum was still dripping out of my poor cunt as I pulled my panties and pantyhose up. I wanted to live with that sloppy crotch until I had to wash in the morning, as a soggy reminder of this night of incredible debauchery. A lot of that cum had dripped on the nice oriental rug during our activities. I tried to apologize for my sloppiness but Roger said that he would treasure the stains always as mementos of his night with this hot woman. Maybe I will never travel around the world, but some of my pussy juice will.



Two-some, Three-some, Boat-some Ch. 03



This is the version that my memory has embellished over the years. This may not be quite the way it happened, but it sure is the way I *want* to remember it, voyeur that I am.

All this happened in the seventies, back in those happy days of birth control pills, before AIDS, and before rampant VD; just after the days of "If it moves, fondle it" and a decade before the days of "Two condoms in every purse." Happily it was also before the days of breast implants and mandatory exaggerations of breast and penis size. 

Back then, this sort of unprotected sex was normal behavior. Today, it would be insanely irresponsible. Do not try this at home. If you do try this at home, be safe.

My young wife and I are taking a week's vacation on Nantucket. We're in our early thirties. We've been married less than two years. 

It's cool, being late in the season. We're both wearing sweaters, and she has pantyhose under her skirt. Remember pantyhose? Her skirt is short, well above her knees, but not what you would consider mini today. She is a very slinky babe, medium height, thin and curvy, with good handful-size breasts. 

We're having dinner. The tables are crowded close together, and we meet the two guys at the next table: an older guy in his fifties, tall, stocky, nice looking, salt and pepper hair, and the mechanic/first mate on his boat, much younger, our age, lanky, dark, scruffy moustache. They're sailing around the world on a really big sailboat.

They're both very personable and funny and we all have a great time over dinner and much wine. Roger invites us to the boat for more drinks after dinner. The main cabin is as large as the living room of our house. And filled with a huge, beautiful oriental rug that probably cost as much as our house. More wine comes out for all of us to drink, with the occasional Scotch for Roger. We talk and laugh and drink too much. 

She and I are sitting together on a couch. It's warm; I take my sweater off. I kiss her, long and deep, not just a peck but a lover's kiss. And not just once. It's okay; we're married. We smile at each other. I'm not sure what she's thinking, but I sure know what I'm thinking. 

Billy put on some music and I danced with my wife. A slow dance, holding each other close, just swaying to the beat, talking. The guys wanted to dance with her, too. Seemed only fair. So we rotated partners. They danced the same way, close, her arms around her partner's neck, his on her waist or lower. 

When my turn came around again, I held her by her butt. I wasn't subtle about it, either. I'm sure the other guys saw me do it. I held her butt firmly and pulled her hips into mine. Just a little fun. We always dance that way. 

Dances were punctuated by more wine, sometimes a small sip, sometimes not small. We were all pretty toasted and stayed that way.

When she danced with them next round, they felt free to roam her butt, too. She didn't remove their hands so long as they didn't get too aggressive. Well, *that* was interesting. She looked over at me for my reaction. I was a little surprised but not concerned. Boys will be boys. And playing with girls' bodies is the number one sport of boys. 

Next dance, I kissed her, deeply, real lovers' tongue kissing, and I really played with her ass holding her hips tight to me. I decided to have a little fun, so I pulled her skirt up in the back to feel the back of her legs. This exposed her legs to anyone who was looking, and, believe me, everyone was looking. As I mentioned, her skirt wasn't very short, but my pulling it up like that made it look quite short. 

The next dance, Roger kissed her, too, and she accepted it. Not just a friendly peck. She opened her mouth to accept his tongue and they French kissed for most of the song. He nuzzled her neck, too, beneath her short hair. And then he started playing with her butt as I had. She looked over to me with some alarm. Again, I wasn't too concerned. She's a big girl, and if his attentions are unwanted, she can stop him easily. I guess she didn't object because she saw that I didn't. And I didn't object because I saw that she didn't. She was accepting being kissed and fondled openly. I just wondered if she had a clear idea of where she would stop. 

When his turn came, Billy then took the same sorts of liberties, too. He kissed her and fondled her butt and her hips. At the end of that dance round, her wine sip was larger. 

When we next danced, she asked me if I saw their hands on her. Yes, I did. And what did I think? I didn't mind. "You know I don't mind. You do whatever feels like fun to you." 

She looked hard at me. "They're copping feels all over me. Strange guys. I don't really know them. They're feeling me up like we're familiar." 

"Is it a problem? Have fun. We're on vacation. We'll never see these guys again." 

I raised her skirt a little more until I could reach under it to her ass. "They'll see what you're doing and think it's okay." She's feeling some pressure. 

"Probably. Yes. Try to relax." 

"They'll want to do the same." 

"You want that?" 

"Oh, god, honey, there are three of you and only one of me." 

More wine. 

In the next dance, Roger kissed her deeply again, long. And then moved his hand from her waist to her breast. Right on it. Kneaded it, fondled it. She looked over to me again. But she didn't remove his hand. I was very surprised. She's letting him really feel her up! A hand on the butt is friendly. A hand on the tit isn't just friendly, it's sexual. They were just swaying slowly to the music, holding each other, her arms around his neck, his hands molding her breast and butt. Her sip of wine was even larger. 

Billy took similar liberties with her body when his dance came, and still she didn't object to his fondling her. Things had advanced from a little butt feel, to serious kissing, to feeling her breasts. First and second base in like fifteen minutes. 

She asked me, "Did you see them feeling me up? A little grab-ass is one thing. Openly grabbing my boobs is very different. That's going a lot further. That's beginning to be real sex."

"Yes, I saw them fondling you, lovingly. You didn't seem to mind much. You didn't make any move to stop him. Are you having fun making out like kids again? You know I won't mind, whatever you do. If you want to have fun, I won't mind." Sway, sway, sway. "Relax. Have fun. Isn't it exciting to know that all men want you?" 

"So they say. They've both been whispering to me while kissing my neck or ear. Saying how beautiful I am. How attractive. How sexy. How slinky. How they love to hold me. They're getting all hot and bothered. And it's getting to me, too." 

"I agree with them. You are incredibly attractive and slinky and sexy." 

"I can feel their cocks when they press against me. They're both hard. They press their hard-ons into my mound and my belly. I know what they want." 

"Isn't it exciting to know that we all want you? I think it's great that they want you, and they want to touch you, and that they're hard against your delicious mound. Don't you want them to touch you?" 

"Yes . . . well . . . mmmmmm. I'm getting so horny. Are you going to take me back to the hotel and fuck me silly tonight?" And she went back to Roger for the next dance. 

This all developed slowly. There were probably six or seven rounds of her dancing with all the men. Fast or slow music didn't matter, they were all slow dances to us. The dancing couple just held each other close and swayed to some beat. And talked in whispers. And kissed. More kissing than dancing. And fondled. That and another bottle of good wine. She was on her feet the whole time with one or another of us, she didn't get to rest at all as we guys did. All she did was dance and drink, dance and drink. And get felt up by all of the men. 

A couple more rounds with the guys feeling her all over. She stayed glued to them, front to front with no airspace in the middle, her arms tight around the neck of whichever male was with her. Kissing deeply, laying her head to the side to let a man nibble on her ear or kiss her neck. Guy's hands slid up from her waist to her prominent breasts, cupping one or both at the same time. She didn't pull away, but held on to her partner's neck and lips, or reached down to his back to pull him into her just as he did earlier. 

Then the next escalation: hands went up under her sweater to feel her breasts more intimately, over or inside her bra. During my dances, she continued to tell me that they were feeling her up. How they cupped and kneaded and fondled her breasts, how they reached under her sweater to put their hands on her bare breasts, rolled her nipples in their fingers. And she told me that she was getting turned on. I answered that I was, too. Surely she could feel my erection in the front of my pants against her mound. "You know I like watching you. Seeing you turn on to sex is the most erotic thing in my life." I was also very turned on, feeling her and watching her be felt by the others. 

She was feeling a little guilty about it. I told her that I didn't think there was anything to feel guilty about, we were just having some drinks and fun with a couple new friends. "Oh, honey, what if they want to go further. Should I let them? They're already feeling me up a lot." 

"Sweetie, if you are having fun . . . if you like the feeling . . . if it's turning you on, sure. You know I want you to have fun." Sway, sway, sway. "You remember the times you came just from my kissing your breasts? Wouldn't that be fun? You want them to kiss your nipples?" I held her kiss, I squeezed her breast through her bra, put my fingers inside the bra and pinched her nipple gently. "Wouldn't it be good if they kissed your nipples?"

She swooned. "Oh, god, three guys," she moaned loudly into my kiss. "I let them feel my breasts. Next they'll want to see my breasts." 

"That's okay."

"What if they want to kiss my breasts. Should your wife let them kiss her breasts?" Now she had my attention. This is a signal between us, her referring to herself in the third person, as "your wife" instead of "I." It means she's excited by something sexual, maybe willing to experiment. 

"Do you want them to do that?"

"If I let them go that far, they'll want to feel me more. Below my waist." 

"They're already holding and massaging your butt."

"Yes, but they'll want to feel more than my butt. They'll want to feel my front." 

"We all want to feel your front, sweetie. All the fun parts are in front. Would that turn you on?" 

"But they're trying to get under my clothes. What if they want to take my clothes off? 

What about that, is that okay? You want them to feel your wife under her clothes?" 

"If you want them to feel your skin. If my loving wife wants to feel them on her skin, that's good. Do you want to feel skin-to-skin? You always love skin-to-skin." 

"Oh, god, oh, god, then they'll all want to get inside me." She melted, clasped our bodies together as hard as she could. I hugged her long and hard, then went to get more wine for both of us. 

Next time with Roger, they were almost standing still, hips swaying but feet barely moving. He pulled her close. Her legs were around one of his, or rather one of his was between hers. He pulled her close with both hands on her butt, effectively pulled her mound onto his thigh. She didn't push back at all, stayed glued to him, continued their deep tongue kiss. 

He pulled her skirt up a bit over her butt until he could touch the back of her leg. He reached down under the hem of her skirt and his hand started up her leg. She again didn't pull away, continued kissing with even more enthusiasm. I could hear her moaning into his kiss when he started to feel farther up her leg. 

His hand was clearly on her butt under her skirt. I wondered how far she was going to let him go. His hand was feeling her butt, round and tight, over her taut pantyhose. I know what that feels like, having spent much time there myself. 

His thigh was still between hers, opening her up if he wanted to reach under her butt to her sex. He reached under a little, but decided that his arm wasn't long enough to get to the interesting parts under her skirt. He slid his hand around the side of her thigh. I was watching this intently. So was Billy. Both of us were just drooling over this incredibly sexy woman being fondled openly in front of us. 

Sometimes she would open her eyes and look over to me when he paused to nuzzle her neck. I couldn't read her expression exactly. Her eyes contained a little fear? Maybe not fear, maybe just concern or apprehension? But her eyes and mouth contained a little lust, too. I was rapt watching them, and turned on that she was letting this relative stranger have his way with her body so far. 

We watched his hand move to the front of her thigh, halfway up to heaven. Her skirt still covered the exact location of the action, but we knew what he must be feeling. That firm, slippery thigh in the tight nylon. Cool down at the knee, but promising great heat above. Still she allowed him to feel closer and closer to her sex. 

I watched in delicious agony as his hand went further up under her skirt. Closer to her core. Then she squealed, a high pitched moan into his kiss, and pushed her hips out and down onto his hand! Whoa! He must have had his fingers pressing into her crotch, feeling her heat and damp of her sex. Could he push into her opening? She moved her legs farther apart and away from his leg, giving him more room to reach into her pussy, inviting him to put his hand on her sexual core. She squeezed her eyes tight shut and moaned and squealed as he pressed into her. God, she must be coming with just his hand pressing into her lips. 

The tight urgency of her orgasm went away after, oh, thirty seconds or so. She opened her eyes and started at me with genuine alarm in her eyes. What had she done? She had an orgasm while dancing - well, only sort of dancing - with a strange man, with her husband and another strange man looking on, watching this man put his hands all over her. Watching him feel her up like a teenage date at the prom. Watching him reach up under her skirt to her pussy and grab it and press into it. And she opened her legs for him to give him room to do whatever he wanted. And she kissed him hard and held him as he pushed up into her sex, pushing the fabric of her pantyhose and the panties under them up between the lips of her sex, trying to get up into the opening. Oh, god, how wanton, to let this man feel her sex openly in front of her husband. And to enjoy it. And to open her legs to invite him to feel her, and to come on his hand. 

I started to get up to go to her, but Billy beat me to it. He came up behind her, put his arms around her waist to pull her ass back into his crotch, into the large erection that was pushing out the front of his pants. His hands went up to both breasts, and then up under the sweater to feel them better. I could tell by the bulges under her sweater that he lifted the bra up to free her breasts. Another barrier breached. He could cup them naked now, and roll her nipples between his fingers. 

Roger was still in front of her, tight against her. She pulled Roger's hips into her front and reached behind her to pull Billy's hips into her back, so she could feel both of their erections pressing into her. Billy reached down to raise her skirt to her waist, and then pulled her sweater up over her breasts. For the first time, I could see clearly one hand in her crotch, pushing hard into her sex, forcing the panty gusset in between her labia, and two hands on her boobs twirling her nipples. How far is she going to go with this? 

She moaned and whined, kissed one and then turned to kiss the other. She started to plead, softly, "Oh, god, oh, god, I can't do this. You can't do this to me. You can't, in front of my husband." 

Roger answered softly, "Yes, yes, you want us to do this, you want us to feel you. Your husband wants us to touch you, he showed us how, he encouraged you. He's sitting there with his hard-on watching us feel you." He turned his head to me. "You want us to feel her up like this, don't you? You want to see your wife turned on? You loved it when she came with my hand on her pussy." 

I couldn't deny it, I did want to see her turn on into sexual overdrive. I wanted to see her nipples get hard and her pussy drip from excitement. I wanted to see her let these men use her body for her pleasure and for theirs. 

"You're going to fuck me, aren't you?" she asked almost whispering. "With my husband right here, looking on." She hung her head down, almost cried, "You want to strip me and hold me down and stick your dicks in me. Oh, god." 

She looked at me, with lust in her eyes. It wasn't so much a question of whether I wanted her to continue, but that she didn't want me to stop her. She whispered to me, "Are you going to let them use me like this? Do you want them to use your wife? Does this turn you on as much as it does me? They're feeling me all over and they're going to continue and go further." I nodded and grabbed my the hard front of my pants so that she could see. 

"Let me talk to my husband," she asked, and they released her. She came to me, kissed me, held me tight. I felt her bare breast and leaned down to kiss it. And I ran my hand up her thigh to her crotch, just as he had, and cupped it and pressed hard into her. She moaned and grabbed my hard-on through my pants. 

She whispered in my ear, "Oh god, honey, this has really got out of hand. I'm so turned on. If this goes any further, they'll want to get inside me. Do you want that? Do you want them to be inside your wife? Do you want your wife to spread her legs for two strange men and let them have her?" 

"Oh, god, yes, you know I do. I want you to enjoy yourself, to feel hot and feel release. I want my wife to spread her legs for them and let them inside her." 

She nodded, looked down, kissed me again. "I love you so much." 

"And you know I love you madly," I answered. 

She went back to them and the sandwich closed around her. Billy held her breasts, pulled her back tight against him. Roger slid his hand from her thigh up to her waist and then down inside her pantyhose. I said softly to her, "Spread your legs for him. Let him into you." When his fingers slid down inside her panties, she squealed loudly into his kiss and humped her hips into his hand. I could see his fingers squirming inside the crotch of her panties, and as he slipped inside her, she moaned and came again, another mini-orgasm on his hand. She was panting quickly and deeply and jerking her hips on his fingers. She squeezed her eyes tight and a tear ran down her cheek. Not unusual for her, coming is so pleasurable and almost painful at the same time.

Both men reached for the waistband of her pantyhose and started to pull them down. She held their wrists. "No, I can't, not in front of my husband. Don't take my clothes off, please." 

Billy pinched her breast and she moaned. Roger ran his hand down over her panties. He hissed, "You know that you want to do this. You want it. Your husband wants it. You want us to strip you and take you. He'll see you being taken. You *want* him to watch you *enjoy* being taken by two men. Look at him. Ask him." He pushed his hand harder and deeper into her sex hole. She squealed and squirmed, her eyes closed in passion. "He liked seeing us feel you up. He liked hearing you come on my hand. You loved it and he loved it. Go ahead, ask him." 

She looked up at me. "Honey, they want to have me. Here, now. Do you want them to have me? Do you want them to take your wife right here, to screw me in front of you? You already let them feel up your wife and get into her pussy." She paused a moment to bask in the sensation of being held and felt and fingered by both of them. "He's feeling inside my body right now. He's got his fingers in me. Oh! They're both inside me! That feels wonderful!" Pause. "If they take my clothes off, they will just spread me open and plow into me." 




Two-some, Three-some, Boat-some Ch. 03



She looked hard at me, serious. "They want to fuck your wife while you watch. Do you want them to fuck me? Do you want to watch them fuck me?" 

I nodded. "Yes." I put my lips up to her ear. "I want them to fuck you. I want you to spread your pussy wide open and let them fuck you and fill you with their juices. I want to watch my wife come being manhandled, fingers in her hole and tongues on her clit."

"Oh! Oh! Two men in me now! Oh, god, what they're doing!" she whimpers. 

"I want to watch my wife spread herself open and pull their cocks into her cunt. I want to hear my wife come again and again. I want to see my wife's pussy flowing with the sperm of three men."

She straightens up a little. "You want them to gang bang me?" Pause. Another look. "Help them take my clothes off, then. Help them strip your wife so they can use her as their sex toy." Determined now. 

I pulled her sweater up over her head, then unhooked her bra and slid it off her arms. They pulled down her pantyhose, and then finally, with great ceremony, her panties. Roger knelt in front of her and kissed her mound. She opened her legs wide, he reached up to open her lips, and slid his tongue over her clit. She swooned. 

Billy had taken off his pants and shirt, then grabbed her, naked to naked, kissed her and reached down to feel her pussy. Roger undressed quickly and so did I. All of the clothes of all four adults were on the floor. Three stiff penises now pointed at one pussy. 

Roger laid her down on the rug, pushed her knees up to her chest almost flattening her breasts. Her slit pointed directly up at him. Billy took her ankles while Roger opened her labia and combed open her pussy hair, then kissed it gently, licked from her hole to her clit. She screamed, "Oh! Oh! Oh! Fuuuuck meeeeee!" as he sucked her clit into his mouth and stroked it with his tongue. She pulled his head hard into her crotch. He slid a finger into her well lubricated hole, then two, then three. She went wilder with each one, pushing her hips up to his mouth, and fucking his probing fingers deeper into her cunt. After a few minutes, she bucked her hips up into his face and screamed her orgasm. Roger said, "Oh, Christ, her cunt grabbed my fingers, trying to break them!"

They relaxed a minute, she stretched out. Billy lay down next to her, started kissing her again. Kissed her nipples. Worked his way down her belly. Plunged two fingers into her hole and sawed them in and out. She got hot again, and he started licking her clit. She held her own legs up this time, and wide open for the invading fingers and tongue and lips that were pleasuring her sex. 

She asked, "Are you going to fuck me? Somebody please fuck me. I need a cock in me." She looked to me. "Husband, they want to fuck me now. Can they fuck me? Last chance to say no. You want your wife to spread her legs wide for their cocks? And pull them inside me? And take their cum? Your wife wants to get fucked." 

I leaned down to kiss her. "Yes, I want my wife to get fucked by all the cocks she can find tonight, and I want her to love it and scream with pleasure." 

She pushed her hips up in an unmistakable gesture of "I want something inside me now." "Please, husband, find a cock to put in your wife." 

Billy waved to Roger. "Age before beauty." Her legs were up and knees well apart. Roger knelt between them and pointed his cock at her hole. "Please fuck me now." 

He looked over to me. "Yes, fuck her, fuck my wife. She wants it." She guided his cock between her lips, the head pushed into the opening, she closed her eyes and moaned in pleasure as the head and shaft stretched her love tunnel wide and then deep. He stroked in and out slowly with the patience of an older man, savoring the delicious grasp of her slick channel around his sensitive hard shaft. "Oh, that feels so good, you are so tight, it's wonderful, I want to slide into your body all night." 

"Fuck me, fuck my pussy, oh, great, harder, deeper." She grabbed behind her knees and pulled her knees up to her chest again, compressing the vaginal tube so his phallus can get deeper into it. I'm sure his head is knocking on her cervix with each stroke. She began to sweat more, pant faster and faster, she's going to come again. "Come with me! Come inside me. Give me your seed! I want to feel you squirting in my cunt! Fuck ... me! Come ... in ... me! Fuck ... me! Fuck ... me! Come ... in ... me!" One word in cadence with each in-stroke. Finally she screamed, "Oh, god! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh, oh, oh, oh." 

He hissed, "Her pussy is milking me! Ah, ah, ah! That's wonderful! Ah! Ah! Ah, ah!" as he pumped his load deep into her. He relaxed a minute lying on her with her legs still up and spread wide, then he pulled out. A stream of white semen leaked out of her hole, down her crack and onto the rug as she put her feet back down on the floor. 

"Mmmmmm," she purred, opening her eyes to look over at me. "That was wonderful." She reached down to put a finger in her hole and pull out some cream, rubbed it on her clit, and started to get excited all over again. "Is there more? Do you want your wife to get fucked some more? Find me another cock." 

Billy was ready alright. He crawled over between her legs and lined his cock up with her very wet hole. She lifted her legs again, grasped his cock and guided it to the entrance of her tunnel of love. He pushed the head in and she gasped. He was considerably larger than Roger. As slick as her fuck hole was, his member was filling it and stretching it, and, judging from her expression and her moans and Oh!s, it was giving her great pleasure as he did. He came in a few minutes. She was enjoying every second of it, every inch of it sliding in and out of her cunt, but didn't quite come again. Only four times so far tonight! 

When he pulled out, more white cream flowed out of her pussy down her ass onto the rug. Roger didn't mind. This was going to be a righteous stain, a mark of a great occasion. I went to her, lay on top of her between her legs, and she pulled me in. Then she said she wanted to close her legs between mine. This was one of our favorite positions, because the angle makes my cock scrape her clit, and she almost always comes this way. Her outer lips wide open, my cock deep in her, the shaft rubbing her clit up and down on every stroke. Her love hole was stretched and slick, to be sure, from all the previous plumbing and deposits there, but there was plenty of friction. She came in three or four minutes, and her pussy pulsing grabbed my cock and milked me, too. 

We all lay stretched out on the rug. Roger went to crack open another good wine. when she sat up to drink, a lot of our cream came out of her. "I better get rid of some of this." As she stood to walk to the head, long streamers of cum slid out between her lips and down the inside of her thighs. We all gawked at her wet pussy and its white river of our juices. She posed there for a minute or two, her legs well apart, to let us see the cum dripping down past her knees, the fruits of our labors running out of my loving wife's sex hole. A wonderful sight, I thought, a badge of honor. She had taken the whole team and conquered us all. When the drips started to tickle her ankle, she excused herself to clean up. 

When she came back, we were all sat around cross-legged in a little circle. The three men stared at her crotch, and occasionally at her tits, reveling in how sitting that way opened her pussy to inspection. Her lips were large and puffy and a little red from all the activity - and maybe from the residual excitement of sitting naked with three recent lovers, innocent as anything, just having a drink. Her nipples were standing out, hard, too, a pretty clear indication that she was still sexually aroused. 

After another few minutes, I reached my hand out onto her thigh and started rubbing. Billy, on her other side, did, too. She drained her glass and looked down. Then she looked me in the eye and asked, "More? Is your wife going to get some more dick tonight?" 

I ran my hand up to her crotch and slid a finger up and down her slippery lips, still wet from earlier. "If she wants more." I slid my second finger into her channel, she closed her eyes and purred. "Oh, yes, you all want me again? I want to be fucked again. Please. Your wife wants to be fucked again by all the cocks." 

Billy was already hard as a rock. He lay down on his back. His cock was not quite straight up; it angled back slightly toward his chest. She knelt over him and got in the right position with the head of his cock pointed directly into her hole. I reached over and spread the lips of her pussy so that she could just sit down and back a little and he would slide right in. So she did. How kinky of me, to hold my wife's pussy open so another man's cock could slide into it easily. But I loved seeing things go into that delicious channel, seeing her want to take things into that delicious slit and fuck herself with them. Oh, god, I'm rock hard now just thinking about it. 

She sat down on him slowly, groaned as she pushed down to get his cock all the way up into her cunt. She bit her lip a little, that meant that there was a little pain to go along with the pleasure. Finally she was all the way down, his shaft all the way inside her, her labia pressing on his balls as she sat down hard. Then slowly up a little, then down, then up some more, then down. He held on to her hips, guiding her, and after a few strokes, they got into a rhythm that got more and more urgent for several minutes, and then he grunted that he was coming and he pushed up and she sat down all the way, moving her hips and pussy in little circles to get all his cum deep inside. She collapsed onto his chest while both of them got their breath back. They kissed and stroked. He softened a little and fell out of her. Again the white fluid of love oozed out of her hole, down her lips, and dripped onto his organ and the rug. 

She came over to me and kissed me. "Thank you for opening my cunt like that and helping that man put his cock into me and fuck me. Thank you for helping him fuck your wife like that." 

Now Roger was ready to go. He lay back and his cock stood straight up. She looked at it, reached over to scratch his balls with her fingernails, then leaned down to pull the foreskin back and lick the head of his penis. He closed his eyes and moaned in pleasure. She took the head in her mouth and sucked down onto it and back up a few times. This was not to be a real blow job, though; it was just some extra lubrication and the extra excitement of applying it with her tongue. She wanted to be sure he was as hard as possible. 

She stood over him and squatted slowly to lower her pussy onto the vertical cock. We could all see the semen smeared on her pussy and thighs again. Her aim was good, and, with the extra lubrication both on his cock and inside her vagina, she slid down easily, engulfing his length. After a few strokes that way, her knees were unhappy, so she knelt and pumped up and down and round and round on his shaft in the usual way. He held her breasts, and then her hips, then back to her breasts, back and forth for the duration of their coupling. Finally he came, too, pushing his hips up to meet hers, grunting a few times as he pumped his sperm into her hot hole. She lay on his chest until his cock softened and fell out, and his seed mixed with Billy's now flowed out of her hole, was smeared all over her inner and outer lips, and drained down onto his softening member. 

She got up and came over to me. She stood with her pussy inches from my face so I could see her thighs glistening with the loads of semen coming out of her. "Fuck me," she said. "Fuck your wife. Everyone else has fucked your wife tonight, why shouldn't you." She leaned over and whispered in my ear, "I won't ask you to eat their cum out of me, though that would be wonderfully kinky, wouldn't it." 

She sat down astride me, I held her lips open, she guided my cock into her opening, and we were joined. After a minute, we rolled over so that I was on top between her legs. I asked her to fold herself up. She pulled her legs up to her chest as far as they would go and as wide as they would go, so that her vagina was vertical and as compressed and tight as possible so I could drill her as deep as possible. I went slowly but still I lasted only a couple minutes, the sensation was so intense. I collapsed on her and lay on top of her, kissed her deeply and professed my undying love to her. 

She whispered very softly in my ear, confided to me, that if there were more cocks around tonight, she would actually fuck them all. "If a couple more sailors happen to stop by, your wife will spread for them just like she did for the first two. I want more cock in my pussy. I want more cum in my pussy. Mmmmm. I love walking around with cum dripping down my legs. It's so kinky, so depraved. I love that you can see it, and that you all think what a slut I am with the sperm of three men leaking down my legs. God, that's hot." 

Sure enough, half an hour later, Billy was ready for another round. Horny boy, he must be storing up memories for those long weeks at sea. He and I both went at her once more. Watching her abandon herself to total lust was so hot, so intensely erotic, that I was able to get it up again, fortunately. Roger was tapped out, though he got his share of kissing, nipple sucking and finger fucking. 

Late that night, we wished the guys bon voyage, got our clothes, and left. 

I didn't want her to clean up her pussy after the last few sessions. I wanted her to just put her panties back on. I told her, "Don't clean up, please. I want my wife to carry her cunt full of sperm back to the hotel, all that man juice leaking out of her as we walk through the town. Feel it all slimy in your underwear. Feel the cum that you took from your three lovers tonight, the eight loads of semen that they pumped into your womb. Feel it soaking your panties, dripping down your legs, sliming your thighs as you walk home. Imagine that all the people we pass can see the cum on your legs, can smell the raw sex on you and in you, and know that several men contributed to your depravity tonight. You slut. You wonderful slut that I love." This little speech caused her to melt. She did as I asked. 

We walked slowly back to the hotel. The pool of cum inside her dripped out with every step, soaking her panties, then down her thighs. The center of town was still very much alive, and we walked by many people. By the time we got near the hotel, her legs were shiny down to her knees. Anyone we passed could have noticed her walking funny, could have smelled our scent on her, could have seen the evidence of her debauchery dripping down her legs. We hoped that some of them did notice. She loved it. I loved it. We made love one more time and cuddled for the rest of the night.



Two-some, Three-some, Boat-some



Roger lies back on the rug, his flagpole tilted pointing up toward his head. She gets up on her knees and straddles his hips. The angle of his dangle means that she has to slide back onto him rather than down. She leans forward and then moves her hips back onto his cock. She is still juicy and it slides in easily. She moves forward and back onto it and off it, slowly at first, then more urgently. He holds her hips and pushes her down so he can penetrate deeper into her warm glove. It gets faster and faster and after a couple minutes he comes again. She lies down on his chest to relax. He falls out of her and his cum drips down from her insides onto her clit and his belly. 

She rolls off onto her back, probably to prevent more dripping, and Billy moves next to her and then on top of her to fuck her again. And then I take her again, this time with her knees over my shoulders, driving in to the hilt. Her honey pot is so slippery that it takes me a while to come, but that's okay because I love being inside her and looking at her as we join. 

After this second round, we just cuddle together on the floor, then have few more drinks and smokes, gather our clothes and say our goodnights. What a wonderful evening we had. Everyone enjoyed it, no one regretted it. I know I didn't and she didn't. And I assume that the other boys were just as thrilled as I to have my sexy woman.