0 comments/ 35785 views/ 1 favorites Marital Bliss Ch. 01 By: Tenorhorn I've read a lot of stories which the writers freely admit to be fantasies. I've read a lot of stories, which the writers claim to be based on fact. And, I've read stories, which the writers claim to be autobiographical. This series is autobiographical. I will freely admit my recollection may not be perfect as far as the sequence of events; I may have rearranged some of the events for effect; and I may have juiced it up in spots; however, the events described happened. The parties might disagree about their subjective feelings and emotions and I will readily admit that these are my perceptions of their feelings. Rather than arguing "reality", I hope you enjoy it simply as a "story". Tenorhorn MARITAL BLISS ONE: FIRST TIME AROUND POPPIN' FRESH My wife and I had always had a very satisfying sex life from the first time she let me get in her panties through the first few years of marriage and now as parents of two young children. We engaged in a lot of "oral" sex, physically and verbally. We talked to each other while we were getting ready; we talked to each other while we were doing it; and, we talked to each other while we were relaxing afterwards. We did a lot of imagining all different kinds of erotic scenarios—two-somes, three-somes, four-somes and more-somes—involving one or the other or both of us. While we exchanged our little fuck fantasies, we were usually playing with each other, getting more and more turned on until we couldn't wait to get off and get the other off. One night we were lying in bed naked playing with each other, I started talking about people doing themselves. We'd talked about how we'd learned to masturbate and what we'd done to entertain ourselves before we began dating and expanded our horizons. "Are there times now when you get horny and just have to diddle yourself?" I asked. "You mean do I ever play with myself when no one is around?" "Right! Do you get turned on sometimes and have to give yourself a little finger fuck?" "Well......no. Not really." "What do you mean 'not really'." "Sometimes I get to feeling sexy, but I don't really play with myself." "Why not?" "Married women with children don't do that kind of thing." "Yes, they do." "No they don't! Do you 'jerk off' sometimes?" "Sure, even though we have a lot of real good sex, sometimes I get tense and go into one of the bathroom stalls at work, drop my drawers, and play with myself until I pop off. It isn't related to whether or not I love you or how much I love you and it certainly doesn't detract from how much sex we have. It's just a physical release. And, beside, I really like to play with my cock!" During this discussion, I continued to play with her pussy and I noticed it was getting warmer and juicier. "I don't know." "We've talked about getting ourselves off when we were teenagers. You've told me about playing with your pussy in bed. And, I've told you about sneaking into the bathroom and jerking off into the toilet." "But, I wouldn't do that now." "Why not? Here, I'll play with myself and you watch me and you play with yourself and I'll watch you." I started stroking my cock. She started watching me and rubbing her pussy slowly, but soon was pumping a couple of fingers in and out while she tugged and pulled and twisted her nipples with the other hand. I kept stroking my cock until she got off frantically and then I pumped my hot come all over her belly and pussy. "How was that?" I asked. "Wow! That was big!" "That was wild! Watching you do yourself was really hot!" A few nights later, we did another little "show and tell" session again. I loved watching her tickle her pussy and have a frantic orgasm and she got turned on watching me stroke my hard on and shoot off into a towel. A few nights later, we were lying in bed when my wife said, "I have something to tell you." "Ohhhh! I hope it's something nice and dirty!" She continued stroking my cock as she continued. "This morning I got myself off. Don't interrupt. Let me tell it. You had left for work and I had gotten the kids off to school when it was finally time for me to clean up. I was still wearing my bathrobe...and nothing else...when I went upstairs. We'd had a big juicy fuck last night and my pussy was still sticky and wet. I opened my robe and looked at I myself in the mirror. I could see my pubic hair was matted and my pussy lips were still a little swollen. I slipped off my robe so I could see myself better and I spread my labia. My pussy still felt warm from our fuck the night before. So, I rubbed it a little. I kept getting warmer and warmer and I thought about what you had said. I stood in front of the mirror so I could watch myself and I rubbed my pussy and diddled my clit until I had a big, big pop. I almost lost my balance when I came. I had my fingers stuck in my pussy and I could feel it pop and pop and pop!" About that time, I popped and squirted come all over her mound. Afterwards, we talked about it. Obviously her sexuality turned me on and I openly encouraged her to satisfy herself whenever she felt like it because it certainly wasn't a threat to our relationship. Over the next several weeks, she did it several times and surprisingly in several different places. She got herself off in the shower. One morning, she went back to bed naked, lay there and slowly pleasured herself. But, her favorite was when she stood nude in front of a full-length mirror so she could watch her responses as she had one orgasm after another. We added a little more mutual masturbation to our fun and games. Watching her play with her pussy made me hot as hell. She enjoyed watching me stroke my cock and shoot come all over my belly. We'd play with ourselves and talk back and forth about what it felt like and how close we were to getting off. A LITTLE ON THE SIDE One of the stories I made up to excite—well, both of us—was when she had been a student nurse with all kinds of med students, interns, and older docs around. They were always asking student nurses to baby sit for them and, when they took them back to the hospital, they almost always hit on them big time. I'd slowly finger my wife's hot little pussy while I made up a story—at least I thought it was fictional--about her making out with one of the docs. When he brought her back to the dorm after babysitting, he'd simply tell her that he'd like to have a blowjob. She would usually laugh it off until one time when she was with a doc whom all the other nurses talked about and drooled over. So she said, "Sure!", helped him slip his pants and shorts down and went to work on what proved to be a very lovely set. She did all the little things she'd learned in her limited experience with college boys determined to show him what a "sophisticated" little slut she could be. By the time she'd finished, cleaned up his wilted cock, and put it away; he was amazed by his good fortune. Back in the dorm, she bragged to the other student nurses that she'd just sucked off one of the hunks on the staff. She hadn't anticipated that the word would spread so quickly, but she soon had all kinds of offers for babysitting jobs and, more specifically, all kinds of requests for blow jobs. In very short order, she had attracted—and pleased—a selective group of "boyfriends". By the time I had reached this point, my wife would be twisting and turning and gasping and throbbing as she popped and popped and popped. After she came down from her sexual high, we'd talk about "...what if something like that had really happened?" and she'd admit that it would have been exciting to be known as the best cocksucker of all the student nurses. And, then, of course, she'd give me a very private demonstration of her skills. She liked to entertain me with a fantasy about a very attractive coed in one of my classes who came on to me like crazy. She'd flaunt her well-developed body, lick her lips, and make all kinds of suggestive statements about "...what a girl might do to 'get' an A in this course?" My wife, still telling me a fantasy, would suggest that I might fall for the little sex pot's wiles and agree to pick her up at the library some evening, park, and screw her pretty little ass. And, when I came home, go to bed with my wife and tell her all about getting off with her. I was almost dumbfounded when one of the young women in my class began coming on to me. I'm not sure she was coming on to me, if she used her sexuality as a tool, or if she just enjoyed fucking around. Anyway, after a number of "discussions", I finally laid it out: "Do you want to fuck or what?" And she responded in a straight forward, "OK, do you want to come over to my place this evening" At supper that evening, I told my wife I was going out for a little one-on-one tutoring and, if I got lucky, I'd tell her all about it. I got lucky. I told my wife all about it. I was surprised that she was turned on by the idea of my playing suck and fuck with one of my students. We fantasized about turning it into a threesome even inviting my student to come spend the weekend with us. I wasn't sure why my wife got so turned on by the idea of having another woman in bed with us, but I certainly wasn't going to pass up the opportunity to find out. After an evening of drinking and partying—the young lady had brought her own stash with her—we all wound up in the king sized bed naked. I lay in the middle with a hot pussy in each hand—totally amazing. We fondled around a bit until my "friend" freaked out and headed for the other bedroom. I followed her to see if I could calm her down—and that approach was to give her a good screwing. When I returned to the master bedroom, my wife was still awake and interested in a "blow-by-blow" detail of my activities. The more I told her, the hotter she got and pretty soon I was down between her legs taking care of her "needs". If anything my wife was more than a little envious that I was getting a little on the side and she wasn't. I agreed to be completely open with her and let her in on anything and everything I did. In return, my wife promised to be completely open with me. I agreed that if and when she got the chance to get a little, she was free to enjoy it. The idea turned her on and she promised to fill me in on all the dirty details. The more I thought about it, the idea of my wife making out with someone else was very exciting to me. We both agreed that we both needed to be as discreet as possible. We certainly didn't want the kids—who were now approaching middle school age—to find out that we were messing around with other people. We also agreed that we needed to practice safe sex all the time. After that, when we were in bed making out, I'd tease her with stories about getting picked up by some guy, winding up in his hotel room, and spending the night screwing and getting screwed. I'd slowly slip my cock in and out and tell her how wild she would get if this were someone else slowly screwing the shit out of her. Frequently I'd make up a story of her giving some guy a blowjob and then having her tell me how it felt when he started pumping his hot come into her mouth. She'd get hotter and hotter until she'd have a wild, throbbing orgasm. Even though we agreed that it would be wild if she did get some, we certainly didn't know anyone we felt comfortable about doing it with. She tried rather seriously to hook up with a couple of the docs at the hospital where she worked. She was fascinated by an exchange medic from France. She thought he might be very liberal sexually, give her a good screw, and show her some moves that she had never experienced before. He passed that opportunity which frustrated her and made her want to get some even more. Another was a black physician. We talked about him and how wild it would be for her to get a nice black cock in her nice pink pussy. The idea of that would get her popping wildly in no time. We had him out to the house for dinner and drinks. He seemed to be an awfully nice guy and, when it came time to take him back to the hospital where he was staying, I took my wife aside and asked her if she'd like to drive him home. "You might find a secluded little place and let him seduce you. HA!" She was all for that. While they were gone, I took a shower and lay around in the bed with a hard on expecting for her to return with a very explicit story to tell me about playing with his sweet cigarillo. That was a bust. She told me he was afraid he'd lose his position if anyone found out he was boffing a nurse. Even her promise of anonymity didn't budge him and she struck out a second time. TYING THE SCORE My wife was scheduled to go on a convention trip to—of all things—the National League of Women Voters. The night before she was to leave, we were lying in bed playing with each other. I joked that it would be a great opportunity to get a little "strange". As I played with her pussy, she got hotter and hotter thinking about making out with someone else until she popped off on my fingers. The entire week she was gone, I'd think about her making out with some guy. I'd get excited and play with my cock while I thought about her getting it. It usually didn't take long before I was popping off like crazy. Just before she was to come home, I called her to check her return airline flight. I also asked if she had anything exciting to tell me. She said she did, but she couldn't or wouldn't elaborate on the phone. Instead she told me to wait until we were home and in bed together and she'd tell me all about it. I was horny as hell waiting for her to get home and that night I lay there in bed playing with my hard on and imagining all kinds of things she might have done. It was all I could do to keep from jacking off, but I wanted to save a big load for her. When I picked her up at the airport and we were alone in the car I asked her what she'd been up to. She said she wouldn't tell me until we were at home in bed together where we could really enjoy her story. However, she did say that she had a story to tell me and she was sure that I would find it exciting. I drove all the way home with a hard on. As soon as we got home, we headed for the bedroom, got undressed, and got in bed. As I fondled her, I asked her what she'd been up to. She told me that one evening several of the ladies got together in the hotel lounge for drinks. A group of men—obviously acquainted with each other—were sitting around drinking, too. The two groups sort of merged, and soon the guys and gals were chatting it up. A couple of rounds of drinks and the conversation became more and more suggestive. They reached the point where one of the guys proposed they have a "key" party; the guys would toss their room keys on the table; each of the ladies would draw a key; and, the woman would spend the night with the guy whose key she had drawn. One of the guys even suggested that if any of the ladies wanted a really good time, she could pick up two room keys and have a threesome. Aided and abetted by the drinks she'd had, my wife immediately saw this as a chance to make out and then tell me all about getting some "strange". She was ready to grab a key and head up to somebody's room—anybody's room--for a friendly little fuck-fest. She started sizing up the guys trying to determine who might be the best fuck and who might have the nicest "equipment". The rest of the women were less than enthusiastic about the idea and shortly the party started to break up. Disappointed at this turn of events, my wife remembered the room number of the guy who was making the boldest suggestions. She thought about going up to his room and seeing if he really wanted to play games. The more she thought about it, the hornier she got. After everyone had drifted off to his or her respective room, she brazenly went to his room and knocked on his door. He answered the door wearing nothing but his shorts and he was, of course, more than pleasantly surprised that she had showed up. Rather quickly, they were on the bed smooching and groping each other up. My wife slipped her hand in his shorts and discovered a nice-sized hard on just yearning for some TLC. She excused herself to use the bathroom to "freshen up". In the bathroom, she stripped off all her clothes. No point in wasting time, she decided. When she walked back into the room bare-ass naked, the guy must have almost dropped his load right there! She pulled his shorts off and went down on him and aggressively worked on his cock. She went after him with a primal passion sucking and licking and doing all the little tongue tricks that she knew. She took him deep in her throat and tugged on his cock. She'd lick all over his balls and up and down his shaft. She'd nibble the head of his cock until she had him popping and popping and popping. My wife isn't a "swallower", so she let his come slowly dribble down his shaft and cover his balls. While he recovered, she excused herself again, went into the bathroom, cleaned up, dressed, and returned to the room. She thanked him for his hospitality and let herself out. He must have been totally blown out—no pun intended--by his unexpected encounter. When my wife got back to her room, she was on a sexual high herself, eager to be able to tell me about her cock sucking experience. She even thought of calling me up right then and telling me all about it. However, she was sharing her room with another woman who was already fast asleep. Knowing she was too aroused to go to sleep and knowing that she couldn't go to bed and play with herself, she went into the bathroom and got in the shower. There, with the shower running over her, she pinched her tits and played with her hot pussy until she had a series of thunderous orgasms. Finally sated, she dried off, put on her pajamas, and quickly fell asleep. All the time she was telling me about her adventure, she was fondling my cock and balls and I was about ready to blow my load. I asked her to tell me what his cock felt like in her mouth and how it felt when he started coming. Sucking cock was one of my favorite activities. She told me all about it in detail as she jerked me off. I blew my load all over her belly and hairy mound. There were other times when we were fooling around with each other that we'd talk about her little "room service" escapade. She got a big kick talking about how sexy she had been. While she stroked my hard on, I asked, "What if there had been two guys sharing a room? How would you have liked to strip naked in front of both of them and show them your hot little pussy? How would you have liked to spend the night in bed with the two of them, screwing and sucking and fucking and getting fucked. "Jeez!" she exclaimed. "I would have been busy all night long with two guys!" The idea would set her off in a sexual frenzy, a frenzy I enjoyed and manipulated again and again. Having crossed the threshold, she was eager to explore other sexual opportunities either on her own or with me. We discussed all kinds of alternatives and shared fantasies that never failed to get both of us going and popping off. We'd be lying in bed at night fondling each other and talking about making out and one of the things we'd rehash was her friendly little blowjob at the convention. She'd go down on me and, in between slurps, I'd have her recount the details of her dalliance. When she pulled his shorts off, he had been so surprised that he had not yet gotten a hard on. She played with his cock and stroked it until he was hard and eager. And she'd give my hard on a few more strokes. She'd tell me how wild it was when he popped his nuts and how horny she had been when she went back to the room and fingered herself off in the shower. I would ask her whether or not she'd like to get some more "strange" and the fantasy would really get her going. At that time, I had no idea where this might lead us. She truly enjoyed being recognized for how sexy and open she had become. While I diddled her, I'd tell her how wild it would be for me to watch her suck some guy off, to watch his hard dick slip in and out of her lips, and to watch him shoot off in her mouth. This always got her hot and frantic. It got me hot and frantic, too, and I'd usually shoot off on her belly and mound. Marital Bliss Ch. 01 It wasn't very long before our fortune changed and we were getting all kinds of goodies. Marital Bliss Ch. 02 I've read a lot of stories which the writers freely admit to be fantasies. I've read a lot of stories, which the writers claim to be based on fact. And, I've read stories, which the writers claim to be autobiographical. This series is autobiographical. I will freely admit my recollection may not be perfect as far as the sequence of events; I may have rearranged some of the events for effect; and I may have juiced it up in spots; however, the events described happened. The parties might disagree about their subjective feelings and emotions and I will readily admit that these are my perceptions of their feelings. Rather than arguing "reality", I hope you enjoy it simply as a "story". * F'S "BUSINESS" TRIPS F and his wife were old friends of ours. He taught sociology and human sexuality and sprinkled his lectures with lots of what he purported to be his widely varied personal sexual experiences. He showed pornographic videos to get students to talk about their reactions and their own sexual fantasies and their experience. And every time a conversation turned to sex, he was there with all kinds of stories to tell. We had moved and hadn't seen F for several months when he called and said he would be in town and would like to meet us for dinner. As it happened, I was leaving for an out-of-town meeting so the responsibility for providing hospitality fell to my wife J. In the ten days before F was scheduled to visit, I kept teasing my wife about what kind of "hospitality" she planned to provide F. We had frequently shared fantasies about her picking up some guy and getting fucked silly. I'd talk to her about finding a guy who had a really nice thick cock who would stuff her good. Our "pillow talk" always got both of us going and she certainly couldn't deny that the idea of getting a little "strange" turned her on. A couple of times she had made passes at guys, but she must have been too subtle. Anyhow they hadn't picked up on the hints she made. She was getting frustrated and more eager and more eager to demonstrate what a hot little piece of ass she could be. I teased her that F would probably expect a favor in return for taking her out to dinner--like taking her up to his hotel room and screwing all night. The idea juiced her up even though she wasn't sure anything like that was going to happen. I reminded her that, if any of F's stories were true, I'd be surprised if he didn't make a serious effort to get in her panties. Of course, I told her that whatever happened depended on whatever she wanted to happen. If she really wanted to screw F, she didn't need my permission. But I did expect her to tell to tell me all the dirty details. ALL of the dirty details. She laughingly agreed. "If I happen to get it on with F, I'll tell you every juicy little detail!" My cock twitched. A couple of days after I left, F called from his hotel and was a little surprised—pleasantly, I 'm certain--that he was having dinner with J and not with both of us. She arranged to meet him at his hotel lounge for drinks before going out to dinner. He was waiting in the bar when she arrived and they hugged each other. Over drinks they did some catching up on gossip about family and friends. My wife suggested several nice restaurants within walking distance of the hotel and they sat out on a tour of the resort area. They had another round of drinks with dinner and my wife was enjoying a light buzz. F, as usual, started telling stories about his classes in human sexuality and the research he'd been doing on married couples that have an open relationship. Of course, he had a lot of juicy examples of both husbands and wives who had sexual partners with their spouse's approval. He made it clear that his wife was aware that he had different partners and had no problem with an "open" marriage. My wife told him about the female intern I had been screwing before we moved and that she had known all about it. From the very beginning, I had told her about the long afternoons I had spent in her apartment fucking myself silly. F asked her how she felt about all that. "As a matter of fact," she told him, "he'd describe all the things they did and listening to his stories turned me on." F asked if she ever wanted "to even things up". My wife told him, "It isn't a matter of evening things up. If he wants to get a little, he can. And, on the other hand, if I want to get a little, he understands that, too." Now, F's radar was turned on. It quickly became a matter not of "if", but when, where and how. After dinner, they decided to do a walking tour of the "adult" part of town that was full of porno bookstores, x-rated theaters, and titty bars. The stopped in at a place that advertised "all nude" dancing and watched a very blase, but well built girl strip off all her clothes like she was taking a shower and wiggle her ass around to the music from a juke box. Real class! The one person who seemed most appreciative was a rather large and unattractive woman sitting at the bar. F and my wife speculated that she had to have been the dancer's "girlfriend". F asked my wife if watching the naked girl swivel her ass around was a "turn-on". Her response was, "Like you guys say: 'I certainly wouldn't kick her out of bed.'" F asked if my wife had ever had any experience with a chick, but my wife dodged again saying, "I certainly wouldn't kick her out of bed." They wound up in a gay bar with a small dance floor. Another round of drinks and their conversation became even more sexually explicit. It doesn't take much alcohol to overcome whatever reservations my wife has...if she has any, that is. When F asked my wife directly if she fooled around, she told him—bragged--about the time when she had attended a convention and wound up in a hotel room with a guy she'd met in the hotel bar. He'd gone up to his room but she had seen his room number on his key. The guy was surprised when she knocked on his door, smooched a little, went into the bathroom, undressed, came out bare-assed naked, and gave him a big wet sloppy blowjob. The story obviously turned F on. When she and F went out on the dance floor, my wife could feel his hard on rubbing against her belly. She enjoyed the sensation and, more importantly, she was turned on by the idea that she was making F horny. Rather deliberately, she rubbed back against him. Back in the booth, F was slipped his hand as far up her skirt as he could. As he rubbed her crotch, he asked her what kind of sex she enjoyed most and she told him that there wasn't much she didn't enjoy. She was getting hornier and decided she really wanted to get laid for her own satisfaction and not just so she could brag about it. He suggested that they return to his hotel room for a "little nightcap". They both had ideas about what the "little nightcap" might include. They were groping each other all the way up the elevator. As soon as they reached his room, F pulled the bedclothes down. My wife was so turned on by the idea of screwing F that she peeled off all her clothes in record time and crawled up on the bed. She was impressed with F's cock. It was, as she told me later, very similar to mine: about 6-7 inches or so in length, but a little bit bigger around with a nice purple crown. They lay naked on the bed fondling and stroking each other and getting even hotter if that were possible. F was fingering her juicy pussy while she stroked his hard on. F asked what she'd like first. For my wife, there's no question about what she likes and she quickly went down on him. She always fantasizes about impressing some guy with how good she is at sucking cock as she did at the convention. She soon learned where F got his reputation: not only did his cock get nice and hard, it stayed nice and hard and juicy. She kissed and licked and sucked to her heart's content and then decided to screw a little. He slipped his cock into her sopping pussy and they tried as many different variations and positions as they could think of including a little anal invasion. She had a whole string of orgasms and they worked each other over. When F finally blew off a big load, they rested while my wife told F about the sexual pecadillos in which she had engaged. It was early in the morning when they decided there wasn't much left for them to try or much energy left to try anything else, so my wife dressed, promising F that they'd get together again the next time he was in town, and headed home. She pulled into the carport, dropped her clothes as she headed for the bedroom, flopped onto bed naked and slept for most of the day. When I returned a couple of days later, she told me all the down and dirty details of her evening, what a good fuck F was, and how she had managed to keep up with his sexual appetites. I was sure she enjoyed telling me what a hot slut she had been and what a fantastic job she'd done with "hospitality". And she was turned on by the idea that telling me turned me on as much as it did. I could tell that she was very impressed with her overt sexuality and delighted at being perceived by someone other than me as a hot fuck. Even though her pussy was still a bit swollen and tender, we indulged in a long slow fuck for ourselves. BACK FOR MORE Several weeks later, F called to tell us that he would be in town again and we quickly set up an evening to have dinner with him...and anything else that might come up. I was turned on by the idea of watching my wife play suck and fuck with another guy. My wife was eager to enjoy more of F's thick cock and to let me watch her do all the things she's done with F before. At first, F seemed a little unsure about what I knew and how I felt about their previous encounter. As we had a drink before dinner, my wife and I talked openly about the little fuck party she and F had shared. She kept commenting on how much she liked F's nice thick cock and how good a fuck he was. Flattery will get you everywhere. I kept commenting on how sexy their evening must have been and complimenting F on how well he had fulfilled all her sensual fantasies. Sensing that we were cool with the situation, we began to talk about other sexual experiences and fantasies. Of course, F had all kinds of stories about his varying experiences—twosomes, threesomes, and more. When J and I elaborated on our evening with L and how horny I had gotten watching my wife eat pussy, F obviously was impressed. I wouldn't say we hurried through dinner, but we didn't dawdle over our meal. As soon as we finished, F invited us up to his room for a "night cap". We got to F's room and poured a round of drinks. After some polite conversation, F stated, "I guess everyone knows what we're here for." So, we all casually undressed just as though we were getting ready to go to bed, folded our clothes and put them on the chairs. My wife was eager to show me what a hot little slut she could be—she always is. The three of us sat around naked, sipping our drinks, and discussing our sexual experiences. We were also giving each other the once over. I was busy checking out F's thick cock and imagining my wife with it stuffed in her mouth. My wife's legs were spread immodestly and it was evident that her hot little pussy was already wet and swollen. It didn't take long for me to develop a pretty good boner and I could see F's cock was responding as well. F asked who wanted to do what first. My wife immediately wanted to get her mouth on F's cock again. He stretched out on the bed; she crawled up between his legs and started kissing his cock. I lay on the bed next to them stroking my cock while I watched her work her mouth up and down his cock and over and around the bulging head of his hard on. That was the first time I had seen her suck somebody else's cock in her mouth and it was fascinating to watch her lick and suck and stroke and nibble his hard on. As a matter of fact that was the first time I had been that close to an adult male with a hard on and I thought that was fascinating, too. Watching her lips working on him while she pumped his rod and flicked her tongue around the head of his cock and fondled his balls was wildly exciting. As we all got more and more turned on, I asked my wife how it was. In our pillow talk, she and I had talked about what it was like to suck cock. She'd told me about the guys she had given blowjobs in high school and college, how they were similar and how they were different. I had asked her to describe all the sensations she experienced when she sucked some guy's cock. I had asked her what it felt like and tasted like when a guy popped his rocks. She'd tell me what it would feel like if I were sucking some guy's cock and getting him off while she'd stroke me until I blew off in her hand. She knew I was fascinated by the idea of sucking cock. "It's good! Do you want to try a little?" "I don't mind if F doesn't." F quickly had no objections. So, my wife crawled up and sat on his face while I took over working on his cock. Taking hold of his wet slippery cock and stroking it was a big turn on. It was more exciting than I had ever imagined and I knew I wanted more of it. I licked around and around the head. It was much as I had anticipated: smooth as silk. I traced around the head of his cock with the tip of my tongue. I took as much of him in my mouth as I could get. I fondled his balls while I sucked and slurped and slobbered over his cock. My wife was rubbing her pussy all over F's face and getting hotter and hotter. I felt F tense and get a little harder and I thought he was going to pop in my mouth. I took as deep into my mouth as I could but he held off. He was responding to my wife's orgasm as she got off on his face. She rolled over and paused to catch her breath and we talked about other things we'd like to do. F always had a variation that he wanted to try and, since they had indulged in a little anal sex last time, he asked if she'd like to try taking both of us at the same time—e.g. double penetration. I didn't doubt that my wife would try it if only to demonstrate what a hot slut she could be. She and I had tried a little anal sex before and she'd had F in her ass, too. I was skeptical that she could take both of us. F juiced up his cock and her tender little asshole and slowly slipped all the way in. My wife wiggled her ass all over him and humped up and down. Then I approached her from the front and slowly slipped my cock into her pussy. All the way in I could feel F's cock stuffed up her ass. When I was buried in her pussy, F and I started slowly humping together. We tried stuffing in at the same time and we tried penetrating alternately. My wife wiggled and squirmed and huffed and puffed. We were all too drained to mount an orgasm and our double pen sort of fell apart. We lay on the bed laughing, impressed by what we had been able to do. After cleaning up, F gave my wife a big lusty fuck, I went in for "sloppy seconds", we cleaned up and dressed, and headed home. All the way home, she kept talking about what a good fuck F was and how good it felt to be able to keep up with him and his "little perversities". It was a rather self-congratulatory. She was thrilled to have the opportunity to be as much of a slut as she wanted. As soon as we got home, we stripped, jumped in bed, and got each off again. THIRD TIME' CHARMING We were even more relaxed the third time F came to visit. During dinner, we talked about the things we'd done together and separately. My wife told F all about her afternoon "office hours" when S would drop by for a little blowjob. F, of course, had all kinds of stories to tell about his sexual escapades and soon we were all amusing each other by telling what we'd done and what we'd like to do. As soon as we finished dinner, we headed for F's hotel room, stripped, and casually sat around having a drink. We were quite relaxed with each other and our sexuality, walking around the room naked and "shaking our booty" at each other. We also discussed what we'd like to do and, since the lady always gets her way, my wife got to choose. She wanted to do a double blowjob, both of us at the same time. F and I got close enough together that we could rub our cocks against each other and my wife got down on her knees and started kissing and licking and taking one in her mouth and then the other. It didn't take much of that before I began popping off and my wife started stroking F's cock with all the juice. It didn't take much of that before he popped an even bigger load. We cleaned up a bit, relaxed and had another drink while we figured out what to do next. Since F was already hard, I got to watch him fuck my wife while I slowly stroked my hard on. It was fairly late by then and we headed home where I got another round in with my wife before we dropped off to sleep. ######