15 comments/ 48765 views/ 23 favorites My Husband By: Ashson I arrived home slightly earlier than usual. I tossed my bag into the bedroom and was heading toward the front room to see if Katie was there when I heard her talking with her friend, Hayley. I have rather ambivalent feelings towards Hayley. She was several years younger than Katie, nineteen, I think. She was also a cheerleader, or had been, but seeing she's graduated I don't suppose she is one anymore. She was a blonde with a sensational figure and an attitude. Her face and figure made you want to throw her on the nearest bed and ravish her. Her attitude made you want to strangle her. Or possibly just spank her until she's more compliant. Not feeling ready to face her wriggling her bottom and presenting her cleavage for inspection, accompanied by abuse if you did so, I promptly halted and was about to reverse my tracks when I heard part of what they were talking about. I decided to listen just a little more. "Not my husband," Katie was saying. "Yes. Even your precious Rob. Flash a bit of tit or leg and he'll go to water. Coo sweetly and he'll crawl naked over broken glass to help." "Well, I don't need to do those sort of things, and if you tried I'll bet you'd come a cropper." "What makes you think I wouldn't have him wound around my finger, just by showing him a bit of skin?" "Because," said Katie, and I could hear the triumph in her voice, "you irritate him. I heard him say once that what he'd really like is to put you across his knee and give you a good spanking." "Bullshit," snapped Hayley, incensed. "I'd bet I could get him running all over the place, just by showing some skin. I could have him panting over me as soon as he walks into the room." "Really," said Katie. "I'd love to see that. It's not going to happen." "It will if I want it to," insisted Hayley. "He's just a man and they think with their dicks. I'll have him drooling so hard he won't even notice you're in the room." "And if you don't?" asked Katie, sounding a trifle pissed off. "What sort of penalty would you be willing to undergo?" "Well, I'll decide how much skin I show and if he's not all over me, and doesn't make any smutty remarks, and just treats me like his sister then I'll pay a penalty. What do you suggest?" I'll lay odds that Katie was smirking as she came up with her suggestion. "You show off your skin and if Rob is a perfect gentleman then we'll tell him you've been misbehaving and need a spanking. We ask him to deliver it." "Fine. But when he goes gaga over me I'm going to tell him that you've been rude to me and that you need a spanking and you've got to go along with it." Katie hesitated a moment at that, but it wasn't to refuse. It was to explain possible consequences. "Um, if Rob spanks me he's going to want to do more and I'll probably be excited enough to let him. That's more of a penalty than you're getting." There was a moments silence from Hayley. "You're not suggesting that I let him fuck me after spanking me, surely?" "Well, you're the one who's super confident of her powers over men. Actually, I doubt he'll want to fuck you." "Not want to?" Hayley almost shrieked at that. "All men want me. Look at me. I'm gorgeous." "It's still a distinct possibility," Katie said. "But don't let it disappoint you." "No. He has to. If he'd take you after spanking you then he'll damn well have to take me. You'll have to insist." Katie cracked up. "Will you listen to yourself? Demanding that my husband spank you and ravish you if you can't seduce him." There was a snort from Hayley. "Not going to happen," she said with a sneering tone to her voice. "You watch. He'll crumble before me." "OK," said Katie. "We have a deal. I'm going to enjoy watching you get spanked and ravished. When are we going to try our little stunt?" "Why not right now. Rob's due home shortly, isn't he?" That was my cue to retreat. I backed up to the front door and opened it, then closed it with a bit of a bang. I stepped into our bedroom and took off my jacket. It was warm enough that I didn't really need it, and it gave the girls a bit more time. "You there, Katie," I called, stepping into the front room. Ye gods and little fishes. If I'd had false teeth I'd have swallowed them. Katie was in one of the armchairs looking hard-done-by. Hayley, on the other hand, was draped on the couch, naked. She was definitely playing for keeps. I gave her a casual nod, and lifted a hand to acknowledge that she existed and strolled over to Katie and dropped a kiss on her. "Rough day," I said. "Glad to be home. What's for dinner?" "Lasagne. In case you didn't notice, we have a guest." "I noticed," I protested. "I said hullo to her, didn't I?" I turned towards Hayley, who was looking a little disconcerted. "How's it going, Hayley?" I asked, settling down onto the arm of Katie's chair. "Fine," she muttered. "Um, Rob, in case you hadn't noticed, Hayley is naked." "Well, of course I noticed. Pretty little thing, isn't she. Have you taken up nudism, Hayley? I know some people like that sort of thing." "Uh, no," she mumbled, looking rather embarrassed. "What it is, Rob," said Katie gleefully, "is that Hayley was misbehaving earlier, and we decided that she needed to be spanked. I volunteered your services for the spanking. That's why she's undressed. She's waiting for her punishment." "Why me?" I asked with a frown. "Why not her father? What did she do, anyway?" "Ah we'd rather not discuss that, and she doesn't want her father to spank her. You won't really mind helping out, would you?" "Just a spanking?" I asked, trying to sound dubious rather than jumping in the air and shouting "YES!" Katie nodded. "For now," she said. Hayley had jumped to her feet, looking rather indignant at my reluctance to spank her. I was a man. I should want to be all over her. I was a man all right. I noticed the way her breasts bounced enticingly when she jumped to her feet. I mentally added a couple of hard swats for that. "If you really want me to, love," I said to Katie. "Ah, do you want to get dressed first?" I asked Hayley. "What's wrong with spanking me like this," she asked, indicating her lovely body, smiling nicely at me as she did so. I have to admit, she was pouring on the sex appeal. "That's OK, if you don't mind," I said, "but if I'm going to spank you it's only fair to warn you that it would be a proper spanking. It won't just be a token swat on your bottom." "I understand," she said. "It will be a proper spanking. Aren't you the lucky one?" "I'm sorry? If you've changed your mind. . ." I let the sentence hang. "No, that fine. Let's do this." I shrugged and moved over to the couch and sat down. Hayley tossed a look at Katie and then came and draped herself over my knee, legs parted, making sure I got a good look at her pussy. Katie looked a little irritated at that and I made a note not to let my hand stray. Before I started the spanking I reached for Hayley's hand and removed it from where it was starting to grope. She was going down fighting, and fighting dirty, at that. "If you don't mind," I said. I sat there, idly drumming my fingers on Hayley's bottom. "How severe a spanking am I supposed to be delivering?" I asked. Katie rocked her hand back and forth. "Medium," she said. "So a nice red bottom but no bruises?" "That sounds about right," she said. I could hear Hayley muttering something under her breath. Trying to keep a straight face when you want to roll on the floor laughing is hard. Fortunately, a bit of exercise helps. My hand came down smartly on Hayley's bottom, leaving a nice red mark. And serves you right, I said to myself as Hayley squealed. With that I continued happily, giving a decent spanking covering both cheeks. Like I warned her, it wasn't a token spank. Every one of those spanks would have smarted, and Hayley's bottom developed a nice red glow quite quickly. That doesn't mean that the spanking finished quickly. I dragged it out a bit, giving her what her father should have given her years ago. Finally satisfied I swung her back to her feet. "Assuming that you only got undressed for the spanking," I said sternly, "you might like to get your clothes on now." "Ah, not just yet, Rob," said Katie. "Hayley, would you be so kind as to bend over the end of the couch?" "What gives?" I asked, as Hayley did as requested, flinging me a triumphant glance. She obviously expected immediate capitulation when it came to fucking her. Katie came and stood right in front of me, her hand touching my chest. "You now when you said just a spanking and I said for now," she said, "well we really need you to give Hayley a good fuck now. I promised her you would after the spanking." "You've got to be kidding," I said indignantly. "You can't expect me to rape Hayley just because you want me to." "It wouldn't be rape," protested Katie. "Tell him Hayley." "You have to," said Hayley, through gritted teeth. "Katie promised you would." The thought that I was reluctant to have sex with her was really getting to her. Hard cheese, woman. You're an awful bitch at times. "Remind me to give you a decent spanking when we have some privacy," I murmured to Katie, and she smirked at me. "I am not going to make love to her," I stated. "If you really want me to I'll fuck her, but that will be it." "That's all I ask," cooed Katie. "That's fine by you, isn't it, Hayley?" Hayley nodded. "Well, if you both insist." I moved up behind Hayley, undoing my belt as I came. Hayley's nipples were pointed, and her face was flushed. Glancing at her pussy it was easy to see that she was aroused, her lips puffy and parted, ready and waiting. She wanted to be fucked, so fucked she was going to be. Hayley wasn't my wife. I didn't need to be gentle and considerate with her. (Not that I always am with Katie. She likes a little rough and tumble occasionally.) I pressed my cock against Hayley's lips, just easing past them for the moment. Then I reached around her and roughly took hold of her breasts. I drove fully in with one rough thrust. Hayley shrieked and her bottom seemed to lift into the air as I drove home, while at the same time my hands mauled her breasts. There was a wail of, "Oh my god," from Hayley and then I really let her have it. I battered her pussy, thrusting in hard and often, my balls slapping hard against her with every thrust. At the same time I pinched her nipples and treated her breasts as squeeze balls, using them ruthlessly. It wasn't exactly rape, but it was certainly rough sex, with Hayley taking a good pounding while she shrieked her head off. The only catch was that she loved it. Now there was no way that Hayley was a virgin. I'd have noticed that when I entered her and I doubt that even the silliest virgin would agree to lose their virginity over a dumb bet. So Hayley had had previous lovers, one at least, but probably several. I'll lay odds that they all made careful love to her, worshipping her body and not making any crude demands. Now she was suddenly being treated simply as a woman, not a sex goddess, and my cock was demanding an immediate response from her body. She responded, using her hips to bounce up and down, driving herself hard to meet my demands, keening her delight as my cock ravaged her. There was nothing I could do about that but just keep on fucking, hard and often. When the end approached I just sailed in harder than ever. Hayley was practically yodelling, and when her climax hit her she just screamed. I finally withdrew, leaving Hayley slumped over the couch. I don't think she was out cold, but it was a near thing. I turned and looked at Katie who was staring, open-mouthed. I just spread my hands and shrugged. "My god," muttered Katie. "When you said you wouldn't make love but just fuck her, you weren't kidding, were you." "Just remember that it's your turn this evening, for getting me into this," I murmured. Like that threat had any effect. She just gave me woman's patented smile number three, saying do your worst. "What do we do now with Hayley?" I asked. "Oh, just leave her there until she recovers. I'll take care of her. Why don't you run down the street and get a couple of things for me? By the time you're back she'll be dressed, at least." An unusual afternoon, I decided as I drove down the street, leaving Katie to gloat over her little victory. And I'd have to repeat the whole performance with Katie that evening. It looked as though I was in for a strenuous night. I idly wondered if Katie would arrange for me to take Hayley again sometime. Could be interesting. My Husband and I Do Sara I am standing at one of the floor-to-ceiling windows in Sara's living room, a cup of strong, sweet Turkish coffee in my hands, my forehead against the pane, watching the stars come out. The western horizon is indigo; the rest of the sky has already deepened to ebony. The reflection of the candlelit living room behind me floats ghostly in the heavens. Toby and Sara are slow dancing to Mother Earth's first album. The album finishes with Tracy Nelson's heartbreaking Down So Low. The end of the song brings my focus off the stars and I see my lovers' reflections as they cross toward me. Toby comes up beside me and stands with his back to the window, the better to watch. Sara comes up behind me. She touches my bare back just above the zipper. I respond with a sharp intake of breath. She lowers the zipper. I have been waiting for this forbidden touch for a very long time. My heart pumps harder, filling my veins, warming and coloring my fair skin. Sara slides her hands inside the charmeuse and holds my hips. She whispers, "What a waste." I giggle at the pun. She slides her hands up my ribcage ever so slowly. When she gets to my breasts she stops and moves a quarter-step closer. I feel her warm breath on the back of my neck as she gently pets the sides of my breasts with her fingertips. I hand Toby my coffee cup and turn around. Facing Sara, I slip the right halter strap off my shoulder and let it fall. The right side of the dress falls open, baring my 34D right breast. I take my arm out of the strap and then slip the left halter strap off my shoulder and let it fall. The left side of the dress falls to my hips, baring my 34D left breast. I take my arm out of the strap and let my charmeuse cocktail dress fall to my hips. I wrap my arms around me, hiding my breasts more quickly than I bared them. Sara, eyes wide, breath shallow, tugs on my hem, pulling the dress down over my hips until it falls to the floor. I step out of it and surprise both of them by walking away. I stop in the center of the room. I do not turn to them and I keep my arms over my tits. I can feel their eyes. They study: the bouquet of curls pinned to the crown of my head; my tanned, fit shoulders and back; the tan line left by my bikini top; the pale tops of my heart-shaped buttocks peeking out of skimpy, lacy black panties stretched tight over my big, sweet ass. They study my nylon sheathed legs, my bound ankles and my satin clad feet. I unwrap my arms, extend them straight up and stretch. I twist a little as I do so, giving Toby and Sara side views of the big tits I have for them to suck on. When the stretch is over I bring my hands down to the top of my head and remove my pearl clips from my hair. Holding the up-do in place with one hand, I throw the clips on the coffee table and start pulling out bobby pins with the other. I casually turn as I prepare to let down my hair, so that when I am ready I am facing my lovers, both hands atop my head, my tits as well displayed as they will ever be, my pussy behind black silk, my legs shapely in nylon stockings, my ballet slippers strapped and bowed. I think, "Do with me what you will." I drop my chin, release my locks, run my fingers through my hair. As my chin comes up I toss my head and golden curls fall haphazardly about my face. Sara approaches. She stops just out of reach, crosses her arms and places her hands on her thighs. She begins gathering the stretchy, thin, synthetic material of her evening dress into her palms. The hem rises steadily: perfectly turned ankles; calves as flawless as I have been imagining; smooth, lean thighs the color of Easter lily petals. Having gathered the hem into her hands, she lifts the dress slowly above her pussy, showing us thin white cotton panties with a frill of lace at the waist. I note no sign of a bush and swallow deeply. She pulls her dress over her head and tosses it onto a chair. Her delicate, lace trimmed, strapless bra is made of the same thin white cotton as her panties. It has no supporting material, snuggling her breasts with the kind of intimate fit a tight, thin t-shirt provides, but much, much better. Her aureoles, visible under the paper thin cloth even in the candlelight, are small and cone shaped, almost an extension of her perky, eminently suckable nipples. These acts – a woman and man watching at a distance as I reveal my sexual self, the woman revealing her sexual self to me, the three of us about to embark on acts of orgy – have been at the core of my erotic fantasy life for so long that I am slipping into a dream state of sorts, a reality different than the one in which I normally live. It is a world where candlelight is variegated, made up of many colors; where flesh is able to sense a spectrum of sensations, from slight drafts to deep longings and everything in between; where scent is almost as intense as touch. Here, now, I smell Sara's light, spicy perfume and her moistening pussy. I take a small step closer and reach out to her. She pulls me into her arms. My stiff nipples brush the soft underside of her breasts. I tilt my head back. She kisses me on the mouth; one soft, tongue-less purse of her full lips. She turns in my arms until I am holding her from behind. I look over her shoulder at Toby. I nibble her shoulder as I watch him. He is so ruggedly handsome, so male. He smiles at the two of us, trusting us with his hunger, and my heart melts. I want to drive him wild with desire. I want him to ravish me. I cup Sara's breasts through her bra and jiggle them for him. The breasts surprise me with how differently they feel from my own: softer, mushier. I press my tits against her back. She reaches behind, puts her hand on my ass and starts kneading my round, firm buttocks. Toby loosens his tie and tosses it aside. He takes off his suit coat and does the same. He is wearing a dress shirt with French cuffs. He undoes his silver cufflinks, puts them in his pants pocket, and starts to unbutton his shirt. He takes his time, slipping a hand inside to rub a pec at one point, to pinch a nipple at another. He untucks the shirt, undoes the last button and takes it off. He is spectacular; tanned, cut, lean. I pinch Sara's engorged nipples through her thin bra and shake her tits. She moans and squeezes my ass with all her strength. I pull back so she can feel just my nipples brushing against her. With perfect balance Toby places the ankle of one leg against the knee of the other. He slips off a black Florsheim and takes off his sock. He returns his now bare foot to the carpet and repeats the process with the other foot. Then he unbuckles, unbuttons, unzips, lets his pants drop to the carpet and steps out of them. He is wearing tight white briefs that cling to his rippling thighs. His hard-on is enormous. Sara kneels and opens her arms. Toby steps into them, reaches down, takes her strapless bra in both hands and rips it in two. Sara grunts with excitement, grabs the waist band of his boxers and pulls them down, freeing his penis. She grabs her breast with one hand and his cock with the other. As she massages her breast she rubs her face with the cock; pressing the shaft against one cheek and then the other, closing her eyes and pressing the soft head against her closed lids, stroking her neck and the tender spot under the chin. Finally she rubs him against her lips and takes him in her mouth. Toby reaches for me, and I for him, and we embrace; kissing, nuzzling, while Sara kneels between us, sucking his cock. Toby is soon frantic with desire, grabbing and slapping my tits and ass and belly and hips. As Sara's head bobs up and down on his cock the back of her head bumps against my mound of Venus again and again. My panties are wet with my lubricant. Toby releases me and steps back, pulling his cock out of Sara's mouth and hand. Except for his rapid, shallow respiration, he is motionless, trying not to cum. Sara touches his contracted scrotum; the testicles have almost entirely retracted. He brushes her hand away. Several moments pass as his breathing slows and deepens. He reaches down, places his hands under Sara's arms and lifts her to her feet. I hold her to me, one arm across her chest, one arm around her tiny waist. Her ass presses against my hips, her back presses against my big pink aureoles and hard brown nipples. "Sorry, girls," Toby apologizes, "but the boy needs a break." Sara laughs. I like the feel of her laughing in my arms. She says, "If you are laboring under the impression that this is going to be a one orgasm night, you are mistaken, perhaps sorely so." It is her turn to feel me laugh. She takes a side step and I release her. She makes a half turn so she is facing us. She pulls her panties over her hips and shimmies a time or two to get them to drop to the floor. She has a tight, shaved pussy with fat outer lips. Her tender labia majora flows from a prominent, smooth, curvaceous mons pubis. At her slit there is a faint trace of pink, her inner labia peeking out. I am aroused as never before. She continues addressing Toby: "How about this for an agenda: you come in my mouth. Then you pour yourself a drink." She steps a half step to the side and with hands tipped a shiny pale blue, slowly spreads her vaginal lips. "Then you watch your wife lick this." I can't resist. I turn, reach and touch her open pussy. She withdraws her hands and watches me pet her. She says to Toby, "Then you have another orgasm. And so on." She kisses me and pulls my hand away. She turns toward Toby and kneels. Her full lips are swollen even larger by the blessing of arousal. She takes his blue-hard shaft in hand and wraps her lips around his swollen but still soft head. Toby places his hands on the back of her head and pumps his perfect ass. He watches me watch him. He fucks her mouth hard and shoots his load down her eagerly swallowing throat within a minute. My Husband & My Date Enjoy the 4th! A group of our closest couple-friends decided to go to the beach and take a long 4th of July break this year. Besides me and my husband, there were 6 other couples, and we took full advantage of being away from the pressures of home. We rented a row of cute little 1 bedroom bungalows, and we drank and ate and swam all day long. It was a really fun group that was a nice mix of singles and marrieds, with all of us in our thirties. To the delight of the guys, the girls did all kinds of sexy-goofy games during the day: Wet t-shirt; hotdog deep-throating; hulu hoop contest; and bikini crab crawl. Of the contests, the hulu hoop one was the most fun.....and sexiest. Each of us 7 girls (all slender and hot of course!!) put on little beach skirts and stripped off our bikini bottoms. One girl brought a bunch of new weighted plastic ben-wa balls, and gave us each one as a party gift. Most of us had never used ben-wa's before, so it was quite an experience just figuring out how to use them. One at a time a girl would get a ball lubed up and insert it inside. By the way, even in a skirt, it is impossible to insert a ball without exposing your pussy (not that we tried that hard!). So all the guys enjoyed seeing all those clean shaved v-g's! Once the ball was in, she had to stand in the middle of a circle of all our friends and stand with her feet two feet apart, and start hulu-hooping. The contest was to see which girl could keep the ben-wa ball in the longest while keeping the hulu hoop up. It was really funny, and a lot intimidating for us girls!! I made it 22 seconds before the ball shot out of me and onto the sand. My time was respectable, and my time was in the middle of the pack. One girl (the one who brought the balls) went almost 3 minutes!! Obviously she had been using these balls for awhile! Now that's a toned vagina! The guys were very envious of her boyfriend. If we do this next year, I promised Jim, my husband, that I would practice until I could keep TWO balls in for 5 minutes. He was very excited about that! We even tried to see which girl could inflict the biggest erection on a hot lifeguard. Let's just say there was nothing subtle about this contest. There was this super hot lifeguard on the stand near our cabins. He would stand on his platform and scan the water for swimmers in trouble. He wore loose dark blue shorts made of a light clingy material, and a nice fitting bright yellow t-shirt. We noticed that when a cute girl would walk by that he would stop and take a quick look, and sometimes we would see some distinct growth in his shorts. So, one at a time one of us girls would walk out in the sand and stop about 20 yards in front of his stand, and would have 30 seconds to turn him on. We could dance, do aerobics, or get into sexy yoga positions. But no stripping. I was leading in that contest, until one of the single girls did her dance just before he took a break, and she ended up on her knees in the backseat of his lifeguard truck. Her boyfriend wasn't real thrilled at first, but they had just met, and she really put out for him the rest of the trip, so he got over it. However, I thought that direct penis contact should have gotten her disqualified from the contest, but the guys in our group over-ruled me when she showed off the pictures she took of the lifeguard with her phone. I did have to agree it was the biggest we had seen, although I understand it returned to normal size as soon as she was done! And getting eaten by a stranger was a good introduction to 'shark week' for him. I also did a lot of other flirting, especially in light of the fact that I am a married woman. But this was a sexy group. Seems like some couple was always talking about sex, or getting up to have sex, or getting back from having sex, or we would be sitting around the campfire and hear a couple or two back in the cabin having sex. The cabins were close to each other, and not that well built. So it was pretty common to hear what was going on at all the neighbors. All the cabins had the same kind of bed. Each was a large wooden four poster with a loose canopy flopping over the top. It was really heavy, but the joints had become loose with age, and the box spring squeaked as well. Even just sitting down on it would cause a squeak, and any significant movement would generate a torrent of squeaks and wails from the bed. The legs were just a little off, so the feet would pound into the wood floors as well So just about every sex act made by anyone made enough noise to be heard by everyone else! Bed time was pretty amusing. We'd all hang out at the campfire until 10 pm or until the fire went out, and then wander to our cabins. Within just a few minutes, the gentle pleasant squeaks would start quietly, and then gradually increase in volume and intensity until the air was filled with creaks and groans and bangs. Then one by one the cabins would go silent until there was nothing left but the sound of ocean waves slapping on the sand. I like a lot of sex, and with all the sexy stuff happening at the beach, I keep myself all hornied up all the time. So there I was at 9 pm on the 4th, in bed on my back, legs spread, and getting pounded!!! And I am NOT complaining! I could hear the July 4th fireworks show starting on the sand in front of our rented beach house, but considering my position, I didn't much care. The 'bangs' and 'pops' of fireworks shook the simple wooden frame of the bungalow, and the bursts of light flashed through the opened window, casting a festive glow over our naked bodies. Our friends stood only a few feet away, looking to the sky, letting out their "ohhhs" and "awwws" as the shells exploded. I, too, was letting out my own "ohhhs" and "awwws" as I waited for my explosion. When I laid down I thought this was going to be a quickie so we could get back to the group and watch the end of the fireworks. But Jim had a different idea, and it's hard for me to argue with someone while my clit is being pulled every which way by a big hard penis. So it turned out to be a fabulously long and complete session: fingering, licking, girl-on-top, doggy, and now some hard missionary to finish up. In a beach house, squeaky bed, cool breeze, fireworks.......this was grade A sex. "Oh god!" I groaned loudly as he unexpectedly drove deep into me. The screams and exclamations from outside our window gave me freedom to be publically vocal and not to hold back my sex voice. He inched forward and lifted my hips toward him, and then pressed my knees wide outside my head. I crossed my ankles behind his butt, and helped pull him in deeper. In this position I was fully open to him and he could take long powerful strokes and completely bury himself deep into my body. His thrusts moved faster and deeper, and my screams built to a chresendo as he drove harder into me. The bed shook and creaked loudly under his attack, and my head slammed into the headboard to his rhythm. Jim smiled at me as I absorbed the pounding. I was in such ecstasy that I could only manage a tiny smile back as he pushed a pillow behind my head between thrusts to protect the top my head from the headboard. We've been married almost a dozen years, and he still treats me like a queen. I feel so connected and close to him when he watches me cum. Jim is always so attentive and wanting me to have the best time during sex. This had been a particularly long and powerful session, and things were starting to dry out. Without my saying a word, Jim picked up a bottle of lube, and at the end of each stroke as the head was almost to the point of popping out, let a few drops slip between my lips. Everything got so slippery and velvety again. "Thanks," I moaned. "It feels so big and long and hard. I will be coming soon." "I want just you alone to come," Jim said. "I want us to focus just on giving you pleasure." Almost immediately the first spasm exploded deep inside, and the waves of pleasure surged through me. Spasm after spasm rocked me, and my hips bucked wildly as my body enjoyed the intense pleasure. The bed wailed and thundered as it rocked and swayed to our attack. As my body collapsed, I could hear the muffled laughing from outside. Even the fireworks could not have masked that orgasm. I lay exhausted and satisfied, and gave Jim a big dreamy smile. "That was incredible," I said, the crowd outside now giving me a short round of applause. "But what about that big ol' cock that treated me so well?" I asked in an exaggerated girlie voice. "It needs to be cuddled too!" "You'll be taking care of it real proper-like very soon," Jim said with a smirk. "Just wait a minute," he said moving away from the bed. I hear Jim moving some chairs and the wine to the side porch, and he comes back in. He picks up a pillow, and takes my hand and leads me outside. "Think hot-dog eating contest," he said with a laugh. I gave him a quick peck on the neck as I followed him to the porch. "Good idea!" I said. "Nothing says 'thank you' more effectively than a well-executed blowjob! And I'm in the mood to kiss some serious dick," I laughed. I stopped and turned to Jim, and looking very regal and using my best queen's voice, I commanded, "Bring me the cock which has just pleased me so that I may feast upon it and bring it joy!" Jim laughed and turned to Bill, who was still lying in bed. "Come on, Bill, she's talking about your dick, not mine!" "Not another blowjob," Bill said sarcastically. "If I have to.....," he said while leaping off the bed. "Next you'll tell me I have to cum in her mouth," he said with a big smile and a wicked laugh. "Of course she'll give a mouth finish!" Jim said cheerfully. "It's the only proper reward for taking such good care of my wife a few minutes ago! Don't be shy. It's dark out here. No one will see your naked ass!" Bill strutted past Jim as Jim pointed Bill to one of the chairs, his wet firm dick bouncing up and down and glistening in the moonlight. The colorful flashes from the fireworks reflected off it and made it appear to dance even more. "Damn you have a big one," Jim said with admiration. "No wonder it makes my wife feel so good." I looked at Bill, and he smiled and gave me a wink back. "Bill's dick is amazing," I chimed in. "Just amazing. And now I'm going to suck it good! And yes, Bill, you better keep that thing in my mouth 'till it's all over." Jim handed Bill a full glass of wine as he sat, and tossed the pillow on the floor in front of Bill's knees, and knelt down. He had a warm washcloth and cleaned my sex juices off of Bill. "That was quite a pounding you gave Jenna in there," Jim said warmly as he carefully wiped up and down the entire shaft and around the rim. "That was one of the best orgasms you have ever given her!" Jim continued. "I don't think I have ever seen you or anyone else get my wife off better," he beamed. "Believe me," Bill said. "It's all my pleasure! It was so hard not to finish while she orgasmed. Her pussy was clamping down so hard on me with every spasm. Good thing I didn't pop. With all that gyrating she was doing it would have made a really big mess!!" "It's her turn to get you off now," Jim said excitedly. "Last night I had Jenna watch an instructional DVD on how to do better fellatio," Jim said smiling at me. "She practiced for an hour on a huge dildo, and now she wants to show-off her new skills on you!!" Jim wiped a couple drips of pre-cum off Bill with the washcloth, and stood up. "Suck him good!" Jim said to me intently as he motioned for me to kneel on the pillows. "Make this the best blowjob you have ever given." I looked at Jim and nodded. "I still can't believe I get to do this," I said to Jim. "Thanks so much for letting me do this for Bill. I will make you proud." "I love you," Jim said softly. I smiled at Jim, and turned and look intently at Bill's erection. I knelt down and used my hands to open Bill's knees wider, and squirmed around a bit until I was comfortable and had easy access to his penis. Even in the dim light I could see that Bill had the most amazing penis. It's the perfect size for me, and he had incredible control. Just now he pounded me for 20 minutes without a break, stayed on during my very powerful spasms, and now had the self-control to patiently wait for my mouth. He was very aroused, though, as I watched the drips of precum steadily flow over his rim and down his long shaft. "I need this so bad," Bill whispered in a begging voice. "Do it now." Jim picked up his wine and sat down in the other chair as I slipped down and licked up some of the precum and began to play with Bill's balls. Jim and Bill both stared at my mouth, and they moaned in unison as I started kissing and licking each ball, being very careful to be gentle. "You look so good sucking Bill's balls," Jim said nearly out of breath. "He's building up so much cum for you." "I don't know how much more I can take," Bill mumbled. "You better be ready for a flood." The fireworks show was going to end soon, so I moved quickly to stimulate him and get him ready to pop. I wanted the noise of the show to cover up his noise, so I only had a few minutes to complete my job. Of course, it didn't take long to get him ready with all the stimulation he had earlier tonight. I quickly sucked on the shaft and licked the rim and head, and then started a good steady sucking rhythm on his head. I looked up at Bill, and then Jim. Bill's eyes were closed, and he was concentrating deeply on his pending orgasm. Jim looked me deep in my eyes, paused, and said softly, "Its time Jenna. Make him cum." I increased the stroking and suction a little, and could feel Bill's balls tighten against his body. His sweet taste of precum changed to the heavier, more complex taste of cum. Jim knelt down next to me, and watched my mouth intently as Bill pumped in and out of my mouth. Bill's hips moved to meet my mouth, pushing his dick deeper in. Jim put his hand behind my head to steady it against Bill's rhythmic onslaught, helping me to hold it in. "He's almost there," Jim said with increasing excitement. "Take it deep in your throat and suck hard!" I opened my throat and jammed him in as far as I could and sucked hard on his head. Bill gave a deep guttural grunt, and I flinched a bit as the first hot stream slammed into the back of my throat. Bill groaned deeply, and Jim gave whispered a soft "fuck yeah." I could feel his head swell over and over again in my mouth as he spasmed, each time releasing more of the white goo onto my tongue. I swallowed as much as I could, but there was so much that quite a bit seeped out the side of my mouth. "You did so good, Jenna," Jim said proudly. "There is jizz flying everywhere!" Jim looked at the white liquid intently, and held the washcloth under my chin as Bill was finishing up. Jim was able to catch most of the spillage so almost none hit the furniture or floor. "I just couldn't keep up with it all," I said. "It just kept coming and coming." Jim just laughed. "You did great, Jenna. Bill looks pretty satisfied with your work!" Bill slumped back in the chair, looking exhausted. "Oh my god your wife was so good," he said softly to Bill. "There were so many things she's never done before. She must have paid close attention to that DVD!" "She's a really fast learner," Jim said, beaming. "That was the best fellatio I have ever seen her do! I am so happy that she was able to try these things out first with you." "Just wait until I have more time," I said to Bill. "There's plenty more that I'd like to try with your dick. And, I'd really like to spend way more time teasing your balls." Bill smiled warmly, and I saw his penis jump a bit in anticipation already. "Down boy!" I said firmly as I tapped his penis head. "Settle down so we can get back to our friends," I said with a laugh. Despite my warning, it continued to grow, but I just ignored it. "I can set up a much longer bj session for you guys later this week," Jim said smiling. "Maybe you two can watch the DVD together and Bill can pick out some things that look especially fun to him." "That would be incredible," Bill sighed. "I can hardly wait!" Jim took a second warm washcloth and wiped my saliva and the final drips of cum from Bill's penis. He held the cloth under my chin so I could sputter the last of Bill's cum from my mouth, and Jim wiped the rouge drops off my face and mouth. Jim gave me a long deep kiss, and handed me my wine. "Everybody's all clean!" Jim announced. "Let's get back to the group. We missed the fireworks, but I bet they will understand!!" We got dressed, and headed outside to our friends. We spent another hour with them, drinking and laughing, and then everyone headed back to their little beach house. Jim left a little before Bill and I did, and when we got to the house he had it all set up for us. He had a little cot set up for himself next to the bed. Romantic music was on, lights set low, new fresh sheets on the bed, and a stack of hand towels next to the cot. We all got ready for bed, and Bill and I got naked and climbed into the old creaky bed. Jim hung up our clothes, turned the lights down, and came to my side of the bed. "Good night, Jenna," he said softly. "I love you. Take good care of Bill tonight. He deserves it." Jim gave me a quick kiss on the forehead and settled into his cot. "If he's up to it, I am here for him," I replied. "I love keeping him satisfied." "Hey Bill," Jim said quietly. "I know Jenna is only good for one orgasm a night, but I assume you still have some energy left?" "Yeah," Bill replied as I giggled knowingly. "Lots of energy. Her new oral skills really got me going." "Great!" Jim said excitedly. "I look forward to watching your work tonight! I figure with this squeaky bed I should wake up every time you get going on her." Even as Jim spoke, Bill had already rolled me on to my stomach and had lifted my hips so I was on my knees and elbows. I groaned as he moved my knees apart and pushed inside of me. I barely had time to grab the headboard as he started pumping in earnest. "I'm way ahead of you, Jim," Bill said in time to his pumping. "Wow!" Jim said with surprise as the bed jump to life and squeaked violently. "Already back at it!!" I laughed between thrusts. "Yes, uh.. Jim," I said. "I uhh.. Can uhh.. Confidently uhh.. Confirm uhh.. That uhh.. Bill uhh.. Is uhh.. Fully uhh.. Erect uhh.. Again." Bill was driving so hard and deep that I could only get one word out between moans. Jim laughed too. "Sounds like he's doing it so good you can't even talk anymore! Good job, Bill! "Your wife's pussy is so slick and tight," Bill half moaned. "It feels soooooo good. This won't take long." "You look awesome going in and out of her," Jim said breathlessly. "I love to see my wife taking it doggy style from you." "I'm already cumming!" Bill groaned as he pulled out and shot rope after rope onto my back. Just as the last couple drops dribbled onto my butt, Jim was already up with one of the soft hand towels. "Hold still for a minute," Jim said as he wiped my back clean. "And Bill, I know you are still really sensitive, so I'll be careful as I you clean up." "Don't hurt that big 'ol thing!" I said teasingly. "He'll be needing that several more times tonight." "I'll be careful with it Jenna," Jim said as he carefully wiped Bill's shaft clean. "If you don't like the way I'm doing this, you could always lick it clean." "Oh no," I replied. "If I get my mouth on that again it'll just get big and I'll never get any sleep tonight," I said with a laugh. Bill picked up the towel and wiped his hand clean that he had used to jack himself the last couple strokes. "Ok," Jim said. "Everything's clean, so let's get some sleep. I have a feeling we'll be doing this several times tonight!" My Husband & My Date Enjoy the 4th! "Yeah," Bill said. "Sorry about keeping you up all night, but I am really horny tonight. It's going to take some effort even for your wife to get these balls drained." "No problem," Jim relied. "Use her as much as you need to. Just don't wear that pussy out," he laughed. Sunday is coming up in three days, and I don't want Jenna to be too tired for me!!" "Don't worry, Jim," I said. "I can do Bill solid for the next three days, and I'll still be ready for you on Sunday!!" We all finally quieted down and fell asleep. I don't really know how many times, maybe 5 or 6 times, Bill woke up and used my pussy. I was so tired that I can barely remember them, but the sound of the bed woke me up, at least partially. Bill is very polite in his middle-of-the-night releases. Each time he would kneel and gently push in and out until he was very close, which only took a couple minutes. While he pumped away, Jim would wake up and put a new hand towel on my stomach. At the last minute, Bill would pull out and shoot onto the towel. Jim would just roll it up, do a quick wipe of Bill's rod and hand, and then we'd all go back to sleep. Even in my sleep stupor, I could tell that Jim was so excited about all the sex we were having. Every time Bill would cum, I would hear Jim give out a little pep cheer, like "Way to go, Bill" or "Good job, Bill." It was so cute. By the time Bill and I woke up in the morning, Jim already had all the towels in the wash. He also had a really big surprise for us! "What's all this?" I asked as Jim and I looked at all the little cups set out on the small wooden kitchen table. "I have a breakfast treat for you two!" Jim said with excitement. "Bill, stand here next to the table, and Jenna pull up a chair and sit in front of him." "Uhm," I said with a knowing smile. "This just looks like the usual breakfast blowjob to me. I do those all the time for Bill. What's special?" "I know you aren't a huge fan of the taste of cum first thing in the morning," Jim replied. "So we're going to try some new dick-friendly flavor enhancers." "I'm up for it!" Bill said with a huge smile. "Anything to get rid of this morning wood." "Oh my god are you ever up for it," Jim laughed as he admired Bill's hardon. "I don't know how you do it," Jim said to Bill. "You came in or on my wife nine times yesterday, and that thing is still rock hard and rarin' to go." "It's a gift," Bill said with a laugh. "Yeah," I said with a loud huckle. "The gift that keeps on giving. Over and over and over." "We're supposed to meet up with the group in an hour, so we need to get this going," Jim said impatiently. "With the sucking constantly starting and stopping, it could take a while for Bill give that big thing some relief." "I'll do my part," I said enthusiastically as I sat down and gave Bill's head a quick suck. "Hold on," Jim said firmly. "Let me get some flavor on that." So one at a time, Jim used a flat wooden ice cream stick and put a thin line of a flavoring on the head and first couple inches of the shaft. Then, I would suck Bill's penis into my mouth several times, letting the flavor fill my mouth. We tried so many different things. Nutella, peanut butter, chocolate sauce, whipped cream, strawberry jam, honey, grape jelly, and caramel. Jim also tried mixing some things together, and even added a few drops of cinnamon extract to some items. With every new flavor or mixture, I would give Bill five or six really good sucks. After about 15 minutes of this, Bill was so turned on he was ready to burst. We finally picked a favorite. I liked the flavor and texture of the nutella mixed with honey, and Bill liked the addition of a few drops of cinnamon. He said it made his head more sensitive. "I think we are ready to finish this," Jim said. "I've got a cup of the favorite mixture all mixed up." "Let's do it," Bill said without humor. "Let's get going. Now." "Oh my god," I exclaimed as Jim laid a heavy bead of the mix just below the rim. "I have never seen Bill so hard. That thing is like a baseball bat!" Bill just groaned and put his hands behind my head and roughly pulled my mouth onto him. "Just suck it," he said firmly. "I've got to cum soon. My balls ache." I started sucking hard. And fast. It's fun to tease a guy, but there comes a point where you will turn him on so much that he becomes like an animal. Where he is focused only on releasing his seed, and he is willing to do anything to get that release. I looked into Bill's eyes and saw that animal. He was totally consumed with lust. His eyes burned with desire, and I could feel his pain of delayed satisfaction. He held my head still now, and used his hips to drive in and out of my mouth. His hands pressed hard against the side of my face, and his fingers gripped the back of my head. His eyes were raised, but he was looking at nothing. He was fully consumed by the sensations building between his legs. "Fuck, your lips feel good," he moaned. "I'm going to make a mess of your mouth in a minute." His small moans turned loud and steady and soon he was yelling out my name in time to his thrusts. Suddenly his head flew back and his hips made a violent push into me. His head hit the back of my throat and his hands pulled my face hard into him. Instantly my mouth exploded, as if a hot water hose had burst in my mouth. I couldn't feel any spasms, but the white liquid pulsed from my mouth in a steady thick stream. It seemed he came forever. His goo shot out the sides of my mout, and my chest and thighs were coated with his cum, and I could feel it dripping off the chair and onto my foot. I have been with Bill hundreds of times, and I had never been treated to this much volume before. Finally, Bill released my head, and my mouth slipped off him. My mouth was still full, so I instinctively looked at Jim, and let it all fall out of my mouth in one huge glop. Bill just stood, panting, unable to move or speak. "Wow!" Jim exclaimed in a deep whisper toward Bill. "That was the most incredible finish I have ever seen. You must have shot a cup of cum into my wife. That is so cool." Bill just groaned and pushed the last drops of cum from his shaft. He and I were sexually exhausted and still could not speak. I just took his hand and walked him toward the shower. His dick had shrunk to the smallest I had ever seen it. I don't think I have ever seen Bill so thoroughly drained. "Jenna," Jim yelled quietly toward me. "You did good tonight. You made me proud." I smiled back at Jim as he wiped up the mess that Bill had made. "Let's get a shower," I said softly to Bill. He was still in his post-orgasm fog, but I swear I saw his penis twitch. "Looks like it might be a long shower!" Jim said quietly after me. "Have fun, Bill!!" Apparently he saw it twitch, too! CLOSING MESSAGE Everyone in our group knows that I date several men, including Bill, and that my husband allows and encourages my activities. And, as you can tell from the incident I described above, our friends know that Bill and I are very sexually active, even in my husband's presence. The incident descrived above was just a couple of many times over the 4th break that the group would have heard, or seen, Bill and I going at it. We never tried to hide it, and Jim even introduced Bill as my date. In the four days we were on the beach, I had sexual relations with only Bill, and got him off at least a couple dozen times. Although there is allot of curiosity, our friends do not seem judge us, and have remained friends with Jim and I for many years. We knew most of the people in this group back when Jim and I were a more traditional married couple. To say our old friends accept my dating within marrige might be too strong, but recently one of the married women in our group asked me if I would like to date her husband for a few months. She is having an unusually really hectic period at work, and knows her husband is getting frustrated with the lack of sex. She is afraid he will leave her, or look to a prostitute. I told her I would be honored to take care of him sexually for a few months. He is a very nice man, and treats her well. Jim is going to talk to him, so there might be another regular in my date stable for awhile. If you made it this far in the story, you might be wondering about Jim's and my sex life. Prior to my beginning to date, Jim and I would have sex like any other married couple that had been married 10 years, maybe 1 or 2 times a week. It was pretty good, or at least we thought it was. Now, I date 20 to 25 times a month, about half of those nights with Bill, and half with my other friends. So yes, for those doing the math, I have sex with my dates maybe 40 to 50 times a month. Even with all the date sex, the most satisfying sex to me is the fucking I do with my husband, Jim. Sunday is our full day together. After we say goodbye to my Saturday date, Jim and I get to do whatever we want for the entire day. It is unbelievably erotic and satisfying for both of us. We will also try to get together another time or two during the week. Every so often a date will cancel, and we'll also turn that into our date night. So don't worry, Jim is getting laid 3 or 4 times a week now. That's a pretty good pace for being married 12 years. Take care out there!! Just know that Jim and I are happier than ever.