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We weren't new to finding my wife a new fuck toy. We had enjoyed a threesome with a friend twice before. So when we decided it was time for another, we headed into the city to find her a new man. I directed her preparations, getting her dressed in a black, wrap-around dress, sheer black pantyhose, and high heels. She doesn't need a bra even though her breasts are very full. So naturally, we left that out. I had her lay back on our bed and spread her legs. I took a pair of scissors and carefully cut away the crotch of her pantyhose to expose her shaven pussy. Unable to help myself, I buried my face in there for a few minutes, just to get the heat going. We caught a cab into town and went to a fancy restaurant. With her beautiful long black hair, sparkling eyes, and smiling face, there she was, seeming so demure in this respectable place. I thought of her exposed pussy while we ate and discussed where to go looking for her extra man. We decided that a strip club would be a good place since the men would already be in the right frame of mind and less likely to be shocked by our intended proposal. It took us a few different clubs before we found one that seemed suitable, and we settled down to watch. As men moved around the club, I could see my wife checking them over, looking for one she liked. It didn't take long before she pointed out a man to me. He was sitting right in front of the catwalk watching the strippers perform, though I noticed him stealing glances at my wife from time to time. While it's not unheard of for couples to be in such a club, there were no other female customers here tonight, and I guess her presence was kind of obvious. I leaned over to her and whispered, "Why don't you let him see what he wants to see?" She smiled in that deliciously naughty way of hers. I felt myself growing hard as I watched her adjust the fold of her dress, so it parted nearly to her crotch. Then she slowly opened her legs so the guy (and any others looking, and they were looking) could see between her legs. Could see she was exposed. I looked at her eyes and saw she was looking straight at the guy she had picked. Not wanting to frighten him off, I didn't look at him immediately. Instead, I let my gaze wander slowly around the room, noticing a few smiles here and there as men noticed the new view. When I did look at the guy, he was still looking, as discreetly as he could manage, between her legs. I smiled to myself and knew we had our man. I asked my wife if I should be the one to approach him, and she thought that would work best, so I got up and slowly walked around the end of the catwalk and sat in a chair beside him. He knew where I had come from and got very nervous for a moment. He probably thought he was about to have a scene with the jealous husband of a flirtatious wife. However, I quickly put him at ease, said a friendly hello, and asked him if he thought my wife was attractive. He couldn't help stealing another glance at her still open legs. I was so turned on by the fact that she was still sitting this way, knowing that men were looking at her. She usually is very nervous about public places. I think the knowledge of what we were here for, a few drinks, and the rather decadent atmosphere of the place had worked a charm on her. Whatever, she looked glorious sitting there with the tops of her lips just visible above the cushioning of her chair. I told the guy that my wife liked to have extra men sometimes and asked him if he was interested? He eagerly agreed he was, so I invited him to our table. I directed him to a chair beside my wife and introduced him in the manner of, "Your name is...?" Not the most graceful way, but effective nevertheless. He quickly relaxed with her. She can really put a man at ease when she wants, and I swear you could almost feel real heat from the sensuality pouring out of her just then. I leaned close to them both and suggested he get a little more familiar with my wife before we left. She smiled at him, and after a brief hesitation, he leaned forward to kiss her. As he did, he put his hand on her thigh, which she grabbed and slid up between her legs, kissing him back hard and passionately. I must admit, I was a little nervous at this point. I mean, it was turning me on like crazy, but I was worried about getting thrown out, or worse. I glanced around the room to see what was going on. A lot of men were watching, some surreptitiously, but a few quite openly. I could see the bouncer moving through the club, but he seemed unconcerned by the events at our table. I asked my wife and friend if they'd like a drink? My real intention is to leave them alone for a while. Alone? Here? Anyway, I went for drinks and returned to find them sitting close, and with his hand now more 'properly' resting on her leg. She had adjusted her dress, too, though most of her legs were still showing. We finished our drinks and were ready to leave when my wife announced she wanted to visit the ladies room. We both watched her walk across the room and down the stairs to the restrooms. Several minutes went by, and when she still hadn't returned, I grew a little anxious. My biggest concern in such activities is her safety, physically and sexually. I realized many men could well be thinking she was a loose woman to be had by any who wanted her. I was just getting up from my chair when she appeared, with a young, about 20-ish man following her. She seemed relaxed, so I realized she was in control. As she reached the table, she gave me an odd smile I hadn't seen before. The young man was somewhat flustered but managed to get out that he wondered what was going on? He realized something sexual was in the works and wanted to be a part of it. This was only our first time with a man we didn't know, and I didn't think my wife would go for two men. The young man continued to say that he only wanted a blowjob and something about his girlfriend who wouldn't do it. I looked at my wife, expecting to see a clear sign of "no." To my surprise, she smiled at the fellow and said, "It's entirely up to my husband, whatever he wants me to do." I think I nearly came in my pants right then and there. I don't know where this wanton surrender in my wife was coming from, but I liked it a lot! Conscious still that we had been perhaps too demonstrative earlier, I thought it best not to leave as a group of four. I told the young man to wait outside for us, and we'd follow in five minutes. He almost ran out the door. When about the right time had passed, we got up and headed for the door, our picked man with his arm around my wife and me following behind. When we got outside, we saw the younger guy waiting and walked over to him. "Where shall we go?" I asked rhetorically, looking around this inner suburb of shops and office buildings. Across the road, I saw a tall building, set back from the road, with concrete abutments or trusses, whatever they're called, which would provide a dark area for this tryst. I indicated my choice, and we moved off. As we got closer, I saw some bushes which would add to our cover and pointed the area out to my wife. "Be sure to swallow," I said to her. She gave me this hungry grin, took the young man by his hand, and led him into the dark. The other guy and I were only 10 feet away, so we could see clearly as she backed him to the wall, knelt down, and took his erect cock out of his pants. With an endearing glance up at his face and a smile, she thoughtfully pulled her hair to one side so her audience could watch as she took him into her mouth. There she was, my beautiful, classily dressed wife, kneeling on concrete in a not too clean area, moving her head slowly back and forth on this guy's cock while her husband and a complete stranger watched her. She knew it, and she was obviously enjoying herself hugely. We listened to the wet sucking noises as she slid forward on his dick till her nose was against his fly. Then pulling back till the tip of his cock just rested on her lower lip and tongue, then diving forward to swallow him again and again. It was fantastic to watch. The guy beside me said, "This is going to be a terrific evening." No kidding! In just a few minutes, the young guy convulsed, and I saw my wife pull back on his cock, keeping his cock head firmly locked within her lips as his hips spasmodically shook. Several times I saw her throat contract as she swallowed his hot cum load. When he subsided, she noisily sucked on his knob. With her thumb against the underside of his cock, forefinger on top, she stroked up the length of him, coaxing the last white pearls of cum out of his tube. These she held on her tongue and then turned to us with her tongue out so we could see before she swallowed the last of her sexy treat. The young fellow mumbled thanks and literally ran down the street. Back to his girlfriend, I guess - maybe she was waiting for him somewhere. My wife adjusted her dress, and we three proceeded to the other guy's place, which he had told us was just down the street. It turned out he was caretaking at this old theater, and as he let us in, we could smell those odors only such an old pace can have. We passed through the foyer where drinks and popcorn would have been sold, then through the traditional curtains and into the theater itself. This was a stage theater, I discovered, with rows of fold-up seats climbing in tier after tier towards the back where we stood. We walked down the ramp towards the stage. Our host disappeared for a moment and switched on the stage spotlights. We climbed up onto it and spent a few minutes checking out the props and other clutter I didn't recognize. We started horsing around a bit, moving about on stage, but gradually the mood changed, and as my wife would pass by one of us, we would caress her briefly. The caresses were soon replaced by fast gropes, and as we men moved closer towards her, she was forced to stop. We both began stroking her body, still standing. As the other guy moved in front of her to kiss her, I moved behind her. I knelt, reaching up under her dress and grabbing the tops of her stockings, pulled them slowly down her legs, leaving her naked under her dress. When they were pooled around her ankles, I got her to lift one foot then the other, sliding both stocking and shoe off each time. I stood back for a moment and watched them as they embraced, kissing deeply. After a moment, they pulled back slightly, and I took my wife's shoulders from behind and pulled her another step away, keeping her facing him. I teased the tie of her dress undone, then slowly opened its folds one side, then the other, pulling it back to fully reveal her body to the other guy's hungry eyes. I ran my hands up and down her body a few times, cupped and squeezed those gorgeous tits, then slid my hands higher, to her shoulders, and away, causing her dress to fall to the floor behind her. I pulled her to me, my hands again caressing her breasts and belly. I reached down lower and pushed my fingers between her legs, not surprised to find her already wet. With my other hand, I tilted her head back slightly, then brought my glistening wet fingers up to her mouth and painted her lips with her own juices. Her lips parted, and a soft moan escaped as her tongue came out to taste my fingers, which I offered now for her to suck. Kneeling down once more behind her, I pressed outwards on her ankles, and she understood, moving her feet apart. I pushed harder, and she responded, spreading her feet as far apart as she could while standing. I ran my hands up the outsides of her legs and back down, then brought one hand inside to run slowly up her leg till I reached her shaved sex. She shuddered at the contact, and her hips moved slowly as I put two fingers inside her, then three. She started to move faster, but I restrained her. I meant to display her to our guest and didn't want things to progress too far too fast. I removed my fingers and used them to spread her moisture all around her lips, massaging them and her clit, then spreading her slippery lips as best I could for the other guy to see. I made a motion to him to undress, for he was standing there mesmerized. He understood and quickly lost all his clothing. I stood and again pulled my wife's head back against my shoulder, then lifted her arms up and back. I knew this would display her breasts beautifully, and with her legs open, the bright spotlights I was sure would be glinting off her wetness. I waved the guy forward, offering my wife's body to him. He came forward and kissed her neck, moving down to her breasts, her belly, and finally her pussy. She quivered powerfully as his tongue made contact, and soon I had to help her remain standing as her arousal built. Before she came, I interrupted the proceedings, wanting her to be screaming to be fucked. She loved/hated this, but it always gave her more powerful orgasms later. I spread her dress on the wood of the stage and pulled her down on it. We both now had at her in earnest. He was sucking noisily on one breast, then the other, as I took my turn between her legs, licking and sucking her into my mouth and wriggling out of my clothes at the same time. She was soon sopping wet, and the other guy was now kneeling over her face, and she was sucking his dick for all she was worth. Her breasts were flushed and her nipples hard. Her belly was shaking with approaching orgasm, and one hand was clutching her dress on the floor in a death grip. I paused for a moment, stunned by what I was watching, by what I had seen her do tonight, how she was being so incredibly uninhibited. I had to fuck her right then. I quickly got to my knees and spread my own legs wide to lower myself into position without lying on top of her. I didn't want her to stop sucking his dick, and I wanted to watch those tits bounce with my thrusts. As I placed the head of my cock in position, I held there a moment as I reached to grab her raised and very spread thighs for purchase, then thrust violently into her. Her hands flashed up to grab the other guy's legs, seeming to need to pull his dick right down her throat in response to my entry. Indeed, his balls were occasionally bouncing on her nose as she swallowed the length of him. I was crazy with my need and pounded at my wife's pussy as hard as I could, as fast as I could. In barely a minute, I just couldn't hold on anymore, and throwing my head back, I released a primal yell as I shot my semen into her body. This triggered my wife's orgasm, and a choking cry wrenched from her around the generous cock filling her throat. She contracted so hard on me, I could barely thrust into her. With each pulse, I would pull almost completely out of her. Then slam as hard as I could to the hilt, holding this position a moment, then repeating until finally I was spent. Even now, she was still spasmodically clenching her muscles around my dick. She had lost the other guy's dick, and her head was thrown back in a silent scream. I had never seen her come so strongly before. Her back was arched, and ripple after ripple raced through her body. She gasped in a breath, then another, and finally relaxed back down to the floor. She rested there a moment, then opened her eyes, looking for the cock she had so recently been sucking. As she returned it to her mouth, she sucked more languidly, nibbling and licking, reaching up to taste his balls. After a moment, I slid out of her, and she expressed a disappointed mew at my absence. As I sat back from them, exhausted, she pulled the guy down to lie on the floor and repositioned herself to better give attention to his throbbing cock. My wife gives incredible deepthroat head, and she worked slowly, skillfully on him as I watched. After a time, he pulled her down to him, rolled her onto her back, and, lying beside her, buried his fingers into her dripping sex as he sucked hard on her nipples. My wife was so wanton. She opened her legs as wide as she could, offering this stranger total access to her body. I stepped down from the stage and climbed three rows up to sit and watch the remainder of the show. The guy was still playing with my wife's pussy, and his hand glistened wetly in the lights. He had moved around slightly, so she had room to spread her legs wider until her pussy stood out from her body in all its dripping, pink glory. I could see her whispering to him, probably telling him what she wanted. I intently watched as he moved around to kneel between her legs. As he did, my wife raised her arms above her head and crossed her wrists. I knew what this meant. She likes to be tied occasionally, to be submissive for a while, to be without control. What my shameless wife was doing was totally abandoning herself to this man's need. I felt myself hardening again. The guy had begun finger fucking her, and I could hear the wet slurping from my vantage point. I felt like a voyeur, for I was in relative darkness while they remained under the bright spotlights. They could not see me, but I could see everything. He had started out gently and slowly, but my wife seemed to be encouraging more effort. I could not hear her words, but I recognized the signals. I leaned forward in my seat as I saw him put all four fingers inside her. I knew he would never get fully inside her this way, she was way too tight, and I could see in the tension of her body that it must be hurting her slightly, yet still, she encouraged him. He started pumping his hand at her harder and faster, and again I could see her fists clenching as the climax approached. He must have gotten too carried away at one point because she suddenly reached down with one hand to slow him. I saw her say something, then he continued, again building up slowly and watching her for any signal. He must have got it right, for soon she was bucking madly against his hand. I was stunned to see her reach right down, grab his wrist and pull his hand into her, as hard as she could, as she thrashed and gyrated against his knuckles. As she relaxed, she let go of his wrist, and he slowly pulled his fingers out of her. We occasionally had really hard sex, but for only a few minutes at a time, and only once in a while. Now, my dear wife had been fucked hard by me and had now had four fingers spreading her wider open than ever before. He must have been in nearly to his last knuckles. I had a new perspective on my wife's sexual appetites. She had to be sore, yet she must know he would want to fuck her now. Indeed, his cock was ramrod straight, and as he moved tentatively over her, she opened her arms to receive him. He laid upon her, squashing her tits with his chest. Remembering what he saw me do earlier, possibly at her suggestion, he brought his slippery hand up to her mouth and smeared the mixture over her lips. As before, her lips opened to accept this offering, and one by one, she sucked them clean. They kissed, and he rolled a bit to one side to squeeze a breast. After a few minutes, she planted her feet flat on the floor and began moving her hips gently. He knew what she wanted, and I saw his butt rise up as her hand snaked down to grasp him and bring him to her tortured pussy. He eased slowly, carefully into her, and I saw a brief frown of pain cross her face. She held him still against herself for a few moments, then began running her fingernails along his back. They whispered a few words to each other, then he began to move on her. Though she had to be very tender, her arousal was obviously growing. Soon I saw her spread her legs wide once more, wanting him deeper inside her body, giving him maximum penetration. He began to thrust in longer strokes, and his tempo increased. My wife wrapped her legs around him, hooking her heels behind his butt in a way I knew well and pulling him into her harder. Much as when he had fisted her, she seemed unable to get it hard enough, and her heels slid from him as she tried in vain to pull him in harder. So she dropped her feet to the floor and began bucking at him savagely. He slid his hands under her and gripped her shoulders, and I could see the muscles in his arms and back straining as he pulled her down onto his thrusting cock harder and faster. I couldn't believe the ferocity of the passion I was witnessing. My wife is very passionate, yes, but this was amazing. A few minutes more, and her orgasm was punctuated by another scream as she went rigid beneath his pounding body. She fought for breath as he continued pumping, her eyes half-open but unseeing. His ass was almost a blur. The wet smack of their groins meeting became nearly continuous music of animal passion. Finally, he burst inside her, starting another orgasm in my wife. As they slowed, then stopped, she wrapped her arms and legs around him and squeezed him tightly. When she finally lay back, I could see tears in her eyes. For a moment, I feared she had been injured, but the smile on her lips told me that she was in that rare place she goes; when the passion has so moved her, she cries with the joy of it. I relaxed and smiled in turn. I stood and walked down the ramp and climbed the stage. I walked to their sweaty bodies and sat near them. He was still inside her, and I knew she liked that. She looked at him, wriggled her hips playfully, and breathlessly whispered to him, "That was so good, so good. Yum." She stretched then, like a great purring cat, and reaching back, took my hand. She looked deeply into my eyes and said, "I love you. Thank you for tonight." Then she laughed, and moaned saying, "I am so fucked." We couldn't make love for several days afterward, but the following weeks were some of the best sex we have ever had. We can hardly wait for the next time...

Tiffany and I had spent the last few months dating and spending just about every spare minute together. We didn’t take much “me” time, nor did we take time to hang out with friends. Truthfully we were so busy getting to know each other inside and out that we kind of lost track of time. On one hot Friday evening in July, we headed out for our weekly excursion into the nightlife of the local bars and hangouts. We cruised the street trying to decide what type of night we were looking for. Did we want to get blasted out of our minds and take a cab ride home and give the cabbie a little bit of a show? I remember this one time we were in the theater watching a rather boring romantic comedy, and we just couldn’t keep our hands off each other, well that’s for another time. Finally we got our minds together and decided on having a few beers and shooting some pool. The bar had some classic rock cover band playing a decent version of Seger’s “Turn The Page”. The crowd was not overly large, but a good mix of people listening and dancing to the music. Tiffany and I made our way out on the floor, just as the band changed sets. Next off the ivory keys of the piano was the intro to “Freebird”, the people all started to cheer and hoist their beers in the air, Tiff and I included. We started dancing slow and close, following the music as best as we could. As the song’s tempo sped up so did everyone, the night was starting to get be a lot of fun. After the song was done we made our way to the next open pool table. Tiff racked the balls for us. She leaned over the table with the triangular rack, and exposed her ample breasts to me, and whoever else might have been watching. She had the most perfect breasts I’d ever seen. Not much more than a handful, and they were perky. Supported by a red lace bra that was visible through the open front of her blouse. The blouse was tied at her belly button, and she had on a pair of hip hugger jeans. When she bent over to set the rack, you could see that she had on a pair of matching thong panties. I could see a man across the room sitting on a bar stool, checking her out from behind. Not that I minded, I knew when I took her out that the chances were good that she might get a few looks. Tiffany looked back over her shoulder at the stranger, and gave him a cunning little grin, then looked at me and did the same. Her locks of red hair draped across her shoulders as she gave me that look with those green eyes of hers. Yes those same green eyes that caught me off guard those few months ago when we first met. I knew the look, she had one of those naughty thoughts. It was time to break the balls, my break. The cue needed some chalk, so Tiff gave the end of my stick a little rub then blew off the excess dust with a soft sexy blow. Keeping eye contact with me, she made her way around my back while rubbing my crotch with her free hand. The room was dark, but still plenty of light for the man on the stool to see what was going on. My break sucked! I lost my concentration when my dick started to get a little hard when her hand passed over it. It obviously became her turn to try and make a shot. Hoisting her tight little round ass in the air, she leaned over the table and set her sights on the ball in the far right corner pocket. She had her mind set and focused in on the ball she wanted. Stroking the cue, contact was made with the cue ball and the one ball went into the corner pocket. She looked up at me with those sultry eyes, pausing on my throbbing manhood, and gave me that follow me look. We left the unfinished game on the table and made our way over to the bar for another round of beer. Tiffany put herself on a stool so that she was sandwiched in between both the stranger and myself, with her backed turned slightly towards the man we did not yet know. Our conversation was a little on the low side, expressing that we needed to get going back to our apartment in a little while to take care of some needs that were starting to develop. “I am starting to get a little horny.” she stated as a matter of fact. The gentleman at the next stool got a little grin. It was obvious that he could over hear our little conversation. Who cares if another man hears that my lady likes to get fucked once in a while. Maybe that is what is wrong with this world anyway, nobody gets laid enough! Tiffany reached out for my cock while we sat at the bar. I could feel the head of it rubbing on the seam of my jeans. She really was starting to play to the excitement of public exhibitionism. The more we fooled around in a crowd the wetter she would get. It was time to get out of there. The room was filled with smoke, I wasn’t sure if it was from the cigarettes or the heat coming off of my cock. We left our money on the counter, and made our way to the car. The way home was taking way too much time. Tiff would take her fingers and slide them down inside of her panties and rub her clit and dip them in her juices. She would tease me by putting them up to her lips and slowly suckle them one at a time, making sure that they were clean. My hard on kept bulging and throbbing, I didn’t know how much more I could take. Next she took her fingers out of her pussy and smeared her sauce all over her exposed nipples. Then she brought them up to my mouth only to let me see them by the light of the dashboard. At last we arrived home. The entry way was well lit and I could see that her tits were still hanging out for the world to see. Once through the door of the apartment, all bets were off. I started tearing at her clothes. First I ripped the buttons off of her blouse, and dropped it to the floor. With one swift motion I pushed her onto her back on the sofa and pulled her jeans off of her too. There she lay, on her back in just her under clothes. What a fine specimen she was. As I started to get myself undressed, there was a knock at the door. Before I could say anything Tiffany sprung from the sofa and answered the door, in just her bra and panties! “Well I see you found your way here alright!” she exclaimed. “You can’t get lost with a GPS, with the address you left on the matchbook, it makes it foolproof.” the stranger from the bar said. Much to my surprise the gentleman from the bar was standing at our front door. Tiffany reached out with one hand and led him into our living room. Not another word was said, and she had him sitting on the sofa. She took me by the hand and set me in a captains chair at the edge of the living room. Without hesitation she took out some scarves and tied my arms to the chair, and my feet together. Then she went into our bedroom toy box and retrieved a ball gag and placed it into my mouth. This was blowing my mind, she gave a strange man the address to our house and let him inside and tied me up. She was going to make me watch her fuck this guy. I couldn’t help it, I was at the edge of climax, and she hadn’t touched me yet. Making her way back to the sofa, she swayed her hips ever so slowly, displaying that firm ass of hers for me to see. Placing her hands on the back of the strangers head, she drew his face to her chest. He shook his face between her breasts, and used his teeth to open the last hook on the front of the bra, releasing them fully for both of us to see. Once he had her panties off her, she bent over while he leaned back onto the sofa. Her legs spread just enough so that I could see her freshly shaven pussy, glisten in the light. Tiffany got down on both knees and let the strangers cock out of its cage. It came to attention, and was ready for duty. She took the head of it between her lips, and grabbed the shaft with her hands. Gently she worked her mouth and hands in unison, lubing his mammoth cock with her own formula. After she had him good and wet, she straddled him like she was mounting a pony. She worked her way down his shaft an inch at a time, slowly she made her way to the base of his cock. Now that she was there she started to ride him with a varying tempo. Faster and faster she went. I could see everything from where I was. He parted her ass for a better view, and a little deeper penetration. Her pussy was full, and her labia swollen. All I could do was grown in agony, my cock was about to bust, I needed to get it out. Tiffany was looking at me with those eyes of hers, and she knew what I needed. Dismounting the stranger, she came to my rescue. She untied, and undid my gag. Refusing to touch my member, she brought me to the sofa this time. She laid the stranger on his back and climbed aboard. Again she slid down his cock and bottomed out. She lifted a little and he started pounding her pussy from underneath. Harder and harder, I could see the joy on her face, and hear the moans coming from her too. I stroked my cock and watched her fuck this guy I did not know. She looked back at me with approving eyes, and without saying a word asked me to join them. I got down on my knees and started to lick her little brown star. While running my tongue in the crack of her ass I ran my finger down the inside of her thigh and found her clit. I flicked my swollen little friend to the rhythm of their thrusting. She moaned with more authority, I knew she was getting close. I got her ass all wet with my spit, and I put my spit on the end of my dick. Gently I pressed the head of my dick against her ass, and slowly slid it in. They were kind enough to stop so I could get in comfortably, and once that was done we all started to do our dance. The stranger and I got into a rhythm that Tiff could handle. I could feel our two cocks rubbing together separated by only her vaginal wall. Our nut sacks bounced off of her ass in perfect time. She was moaning and groaning, she was on top of the perfect stranger and drooling all over him. With a thunderous roar she came. Waves of pleasure washed over her. The bucking was so fierce that it sent the stranger and I over the edge, filling her two holes with our cum. I pulled out of her ass, and she slid off his cock. She turned around and kissed me passionately. The stranger got off of the sofa and got dressed. He thanked us for the good time, and out the door he went. We never even knew his name, just as well, we don’t need him to get too attached to us now do we. “Time to get to sleep, you never know what next time will bring.” I said. “Next time will be about you my darling Bo. You get to pick out the perfect stranger.” Tiffany said with a grin.

My wife, Mermaid, and I went to New Orleans for a combination business meeting and some fun several years ago. We arrived two days early and thought we would be somewhat anonymous before the rest of our group arrived. We had been into threesomes and moresomes for a few years with our friends and some couples that we made friends with rather quickly. This lifestyle was compatible for both of us, and we always looked forward to our adventures. Mermaid was good looking; 110 to 115 lbs., 5’ 8", long legs, and perfect C-cup breast. I think she just turned 30 or 31 and we had no children at the time. One of our fantasies that had not been entirely fulfilled was to pick up an interesting stranger in a bar and have a threesome. This had been tried in the past, but we were unsuccessful in doing this together. My wife had no problem picking up men in bars when I was out of town on business, and she would share the stories. She always claimed the sex was better and a lot more fun when I was around. Hmmmm. She said most of the time, she and the guy she met would get so drunk that they had a hard time even finding the right room. I wanted to see this scene unfold in front of me and I always liked a guy’s first reaction to my wife’s uninhibited behavior. So, we are sitting in this small hotel bar in the French Quarter on Bourbon Street. I am talking to this woman my age on my right, and my wife is getting to know this stranger on her left. He was a little older but handsome and in good shape wearing a tailored suit. I was thinking, "I could fuck this woman." Mermaid even joked, "Why don’t you leave with her?" This strange woman was pretty wasted and kept inviting up to her room for a few lines. I was not going to go with her and miss the opportunity to be with my wife and this new gentleman. Then this strange woman invited us all up to her room. "Wow," I thought, "this is perfect," and then her husband showed up and took her away as soon as he heard what we were all planning. Now things seemed simple if this guy was a good sport and horny. Nobody said "let's go fuck," but the conversation was full of innuendo, and my wife even said, "Well, I found a live one, what about you?" My patience was running low and I really wanted this to get started, I wanted to get laid and have some fun. Mermaid seemed unsure, but you could tell the guy was totally ok with it. He was watching for Mermaid's reaction to my suggestion to go upstairs. Then she suggested I go up to our room and wait. She said they would be along shortly. I left and was sure this night was over. While I was pouting away, thinking maybe I should have tried something with the other babe, Mermaid and her new friend show up. The gentlemen and I both thought a massage was a good idea for Mermaid. We insisted on taking off her clothes very slow while teasing her most sensitive parts. Yes, she was ready! While massaging her, she was taking off our belts, pulling out our shirts and finally, we got undressed. His dick was very fat but about the same length as mine. Mermaid looked great, completely shaved pussy, and the tattoo on her pubic area was quite visible. Her breasts were pumped up in that pre-menstrual bloat, and you could feel the sexual tension in the room. At first, he stated he would just watch, but then Mermaid gave him a lip lock on his dick which was about as fat as it was long and very soft. She could not get him hard, and it was bothering her, until he started eating her pussy. This went on until she had her "Oh baby don’t stop" patented orgasm. Then she wanted my dick in her pussy, and I lasted no time at all. I was really looking forward to seeing how long his dick would grow and watch her get fucked. He played with it and made excuses. Mermaid sucked, pulled, licked, got out the lotion, and even rubbed his dick across her clit until she had another big O. Still no hard-on. I hate to admit this, but I was smug just sitting there watching and stroking my hard-on. Mermaid put her new companion in a chair, got out the lotion again, and this time she warmed the little hotel lotion container in the sink and slowly started to stroke his dick. It seemed to be working. She then grabbed his dick just under his circumcised head with one hand and used the other hand to just stroke the head until he came big time. It was hot seeing my wife get him off without being hard. She told me later that she was licking and whispering in his ear how they were going to fuck when he got nice and hard. She was also telling him how tight her pussy was going to feel when he put his very fat dick inside her. That night ended shortly after the hand job. The gentlemen left with the parting comment, "Hw do you clone this woman?" I will never forget how proud I was to have such decadent wife. She said that getting him off with her hand that way was a real thrill. A year later she admitted to me that when I went off with a colleague the next day, that they hooked up again and she fucked him silly, and he got hard this time. The stranger claimed he had a problem with me being there watching, but I don't think I believe that.

Today, Jeff and I are your average, middle aged couple with two busy careers and two rambunctious children. But this hasn’t always been the case. I met Jeff in college. His roommate, Evan, dated a girlfriend of mine, Sarah, for a couple years. In that time, Jeff and I were often thrown together socially as we each independently tagged along with our respective friends, either to concerts or on trips to Evan’s family’s cabin on a nearby lake. I wouldn’t say that we dated. We really didn’t see each other unless it was in the context of going somewhere with Evan and Sarah. Frankly, I really didn’t want the distraction of a boyfriend in school. So, Jeff was a convenient social companion for me (and I like to think I returned the favor). Towards the end of our senior year, the four of us engaged in a foursome of sorts while visiting the cabin. We had been drinking quite a bit that day and the evening’s discussion had turned to sex. One thing led to another and we all wound in bed sucking and fucking together in every way imaginable. Shortly after the orgy, Evan and Sarah parted ways. I think they were getting bored with one another even before we played around, so I wasn’t terribly surprised. I was, however, a bit disappointed. I was far from falling in love with Jeff, but the foursome had cast him into a different light. He viewed sex as the same playful activity that I did and was a very talented lover. So, even though Sarah and Evan parted ways, Jeff and I continued to meet, mostly for outrageously fun sex. From time to time, we would include either Sarah or Evan in our play (but never both at the same time). Then, growing more adventuresome, we began to meet and play with other couples through a quasi-underground swingers group on campus. At the start of our second year of graduate school, we moved in together. We told ourselves that it was mostly to save on expenses, but truth is we had become really, really good friends as well as lovers. Five years later, we were married. Throughout all of our sexually playful years, we knew that we would eventually have to cut back. Each of us was concerned about continuing to play while at the same time raising a family. So when I turned thirty-four and deemed myself ready to start a family, we discontinued our playing ways. Frankly, this sounds like a greater sacrifice than it really was. We were each completely focused and deeply involved in advancing our careers. So a period of monogamy commenced and continued through the birth of our children, Jacob and Sally. By the time Sally was two and a half and Jacob was almost a year, Jeff and I decided that we needed to set aside some time each week to take in a movie or go to dinner or do something else for ourselves. We weren’t quite ready to jump back into the lifestyle. But we did want a little time away from the omnipresent responsibilities of being parents. Of course, scheduling the time depended upon finding someone to baby-sit our young children.Living in a metropolitan area, you’d think we’d have no trouble finding a regular sitter. Not so. While a number of high school girls were willing to commit to the isolated Friday or Saturday evening here or there, no one was interested in completely foregoing a social life by giving up all Fridays or Saturdays through the school year. Being too busy to attempt to coordinate the services of three of four different sitters to get what we wanted, I decided to place an ad in the paper for a regular weekend sitter not really knowing what to expect. After a couple weeks of interviewing spinster-ly women with no where near the energy necessary to keep up with my rambunctious three-year-old, I was near to throwing in the towel. Thankfully, that was when Julie entered our lives. Instead of the grandmotherly voice that I had grown to expect when returning ad calls, Julie’s voice cheerfully and youthfully rang through our receiver. Excited at the prospect of interviewing someone under the age of sixty for the job, I asked her to meet me the very next day. Julie arrived promptly at 4:00 p.m. presenting a clean and professional appearance. We sat down and talked. In the course of the interview, I learned that she had just turned twenty and was taking classes at the local state college. She was looking for a part-time job that would allow her to make a little money and still be able to study. She was also a single mother of a one-year-old. She hoped that I wouldn’t mind if she watched her Rachael along with Jacob and Sarah. She assured me that Rachael would not be a problem. We agreed to give it a try that weekend. So it came to pass that Jeff and I started going out one night a week without children in tow. Julie would arrive with Rachael promptly at 6:00 p.m. each Friday evening. Rachael and Sally would play quietly in the playpen while Julie read a story to Jacob. We’d leave for our date returning four or five hours later to find the kids asleep and Julie busy with her studies. Upon our return, Julie would put away her books, scoop up Rachael, accept her pay, and quietly be on her way. It was a match made in heaven. One Friday evening, Jeff came home from work complaining of a bad headache and fever, I rushed to put him to bed and make him comfortable while completely forgetting about Julie’s imminent arrival. So, when she arrived at 6:00 p.m., I was faced with the prospect of turning her away, losing my night on the town, and caring for my two children and my loving husband all by my lonesome. I decided that I wanted some company. So, instead of turning her away, I asked her to stay and help care for the kids while I cared for Jeff. While I finished settling Jeff down for the night, Julie took care of the kids. When I returned downstairs from our master bedroom, the children were all settled into what were clearly there routine activities. Sally and Rachael were playing with some toys in their play pen and Jacob was watching a Power Ranger’s video. Julie and I retired to the kitchen and gabbed while I fixed a quick meal. I learned much about Julie that evening. Her daughter was the result of a stupid mistake she’d made with a boy that she really didn’t like. He was popular and she had wanted to be popular. So, she had dated him for status and he dated her for sex. She had actually become sexually active at a much younger age, loosing her virginity in her basement to a neighbor boy that she’d had a crush on since grade school. That relationship had lasted a couple years, and they had always practiced safe sex. However, she’d let her guard down one time with this one guy and, as luck would have it, the odds caught up with her. Of course, the guy had denied everything and she begged her parents not to take any legal action. Julie’s parents probably realized that the unborn child didn’t need a reluctant father that badly. Whatever their reasons, they respected her wishes (she being nearly eighteen at the time). Of course, Rachael’s arrival changed everything for Julie. She was able to finish high school, but going away to college was now out of the question. She continued to live with her parents while attending the local state university. But her parents had set down some fairly strict rules as conditions for their continued support. Chief among them was that Julie had agreed not to take on a boy friend until she completed her undergraduate degree. To enforce this rule, they simply refused to look after Rachael other than during times when Julie was in school or studying at home. Accordingly, her social life was largely non-existent, not that she minded. Rachael was, in her opinion, more than enough to take care of for now. Julie had, in her words, no time or energy left for the care and feeding of a boyfriend. I marveled at how mature this young woman had obviously become. She didn’t blame those around her for her situation. She was taking the obligations she had head on and doing the best that she could with them. I also marveled at her physical beauty. She had to be 5’ 8” or more in height but couldn’t weigh more than 130 lbs. Having borne a child, her breasts were fully develop to a C-cup which completed her very shapely figure quite nicely. Her brownish blond hair was long, down to the middle of her back. She quietly left that evening to return to her mother and father’s home. I returned to my husband’s bed. Three weeks later, an incident happened that forever changed our relationship with Julie. That night, Jeff and I decided to cut our evening short, returning home a solid two hours earlier than we ever had before. While Jeff took some materials out of the car to our shed, I went into the house. As expected, the kids were all fast asleep. However, Julie was nowhere to be seen. As I made my way up to our master bedroom, I noticed a low humming sound coming from our room and the unmistakable moan of a woman in passion. Then, I heard Julie’s voice softly saying Jeff’s name over and over again. I froze in my tracks. I don’t know why, but I immediately realized what was going on. Julie was using my dildo. She must have found it in my nightstand. And, she was fantasizing about fucking Jeff. The thought made me immediately wet. I slowly backed my way down the stairs. “Think fast,” I said to myself, “what should I do.” Jeff was going to be coming in the door any moment and I needed time to think. I decided that I needed to make some noise to give Julie a chance to cover her tracks. I went back into the kitchen and pretended to look for some glassware, banging dishes to make plenty of noise. “Julie!” I announced, louder than I would usually do, “We’re home early!” I continued to make some noise in the kitchen as Jeff came in the door. I heard Julie’s footsteps coming down the stairs and thought, “good, she’s heard me.” Julie came into the kitchen showing no signs of her recent covert activities. “How was the evening?” she asked. “Oh, it was OK,” replied Jeff. “There’s just nothing good playing at the theater. So, we decided to call it an early night.” With that, Jeff started up the stairs. “Honey,” he called over his shoulder, “I’ll see you upstairs, OK.” “Oh, I’ll be up in a little while,” I replied. “Don’t be too long,” called Jeff, as he rounded the corner of the stairs, “Good night Julie.” “Good night,” she replied politely. “Can you sit with me for a moment, Julie?” I asked. “I have something I’d like to talk to you about.” “Sure,” she replied. “First, I’d like to check on the kids.” With that, I quickly headed upstairs. As I passed our bedroom door, I noticed that Jeff was in the master bath taking a shower. I knew that he was very interested in fucking my lights out and would be shaving and putting on cologne in preparation for pleasing me. The bed, while presenting a relatively neat appearance, still showed the depression where Julie must have been laying. I quietly opened the nightstand drawer and took out my dildo. It was still warm, and the scent of her musk was clearly present. Next, I checked on the kids. They were all asleep. As I headed back down the stairs I heard Jeff climbing into bed. “Honey, I’ll be up in a few minutes,” I said to him. “Please keep your engine on idle and I promise you a night to remember.” “Sounds good, but take your time talking with Julie. I can wait.” Back in the kitchen, I beckoned Julie to sit with me in our breakfast nook. I couldn’t believe what I was planning. The only question was whether she would go for it. “Julie, you are the most mature and responsible twenty-year-old I know,” I started. “Why thank you Mrs. Phillips.” “Please call me Kathy, Julie, and don’t thank me quite yet.” “Why, what’s the matter, Kathy?” “I think you know what the matter is. I heard you upstairs.” Her face turned white. “I don’t know what you mean, Kathy. You heard what upstairs?” “I heard you playing with my dildo and moaning my husband’s name.” Now all color drained from her face. “I can explain,” she stammered, a little louder than I wanted. “I hope you can, and please keep your voice down. I don’t want Jeff to hear what we are saying, do you?” “No,” she sighed. “I’m so embarrassed. I was using your vibrator, but it isn’t what you think. It’s just that my parent’s rules are so strict, and I have no privacy at their house, so I have no opportunity to use a, you know…” “Vibrator,” I stated quietly. “Yes, a…vibrator…to help me cum. And, while I can masturbate with my hands, it has been forever since I’ve had an orgasm using a toy. I don’t have any time for a boyfriend right now, and my parents would cut me off if I started a relationship anyway, but I am horny all the time. I don’t know what to do. I found your vibrator six weeks ago. You’d left it out in your room. I didn’t use it that night or the next week, but I have been using it ever since. I am really, really sorry.” I could tell that her remorse was sincere. However, my own sexual excitement was extreme. “Well, that explains the vibrator. What about Jeff. Do you have a thing for my husband?” “I have always fantasized when I masturbate. Using your vibrator was naughty. Using your vibrator in your bed was even naughtier. So, naturally, ….” “…you started thinking about using my husband, too,” I said, finishing the thought. “Exactly. I mean, he is very handsome and all, but I don’t have a crush on him or anything, if that’s what you mean.” “Well, I guess I understand. Lord knows I’d be going up a wall if I couldn’t have an orgasm when and how I wanted. What I don’t understand is why you don’t hook up with one or another guy at school for a quickie every once in a while to take care of your urges. Surely there are guys out there that would be willing to do you from time to time without any strings.” “Oh, I don’t have time for that, plus I really don’t want the reputation. Also, it would be just my luck that the condom would break or something else would go wrong. No, I don’t need any of that. What I really need is for things to stay uncomplicated for a while—that and a little orgasm now and then would be perfect.” My panties were soaking. I had to handle this next question, very carefully. “So, what you are looking for ideally is a cock that you can borrow from time to time, but that you don’t have to worry about talking or taking care of.” “Yeah,” she said, sighing slightly, “but where is a girl going to find that?” I took a deep breath. “Upstairs,” I said, looking her squarely in the eyes. “You mean it’s OK for me to keep borrowing your vibrator.” “No, no, no. You misunderstand me. Actually, I was thinking of letting you borrow something else……” I let the statement hang for a moment. I could tell from her eyes that she wasn’t catching my meaning—that I was offering to let that tight little pussy of hers fuck Jeff from time to time. It had been a fantasy of mine for the last couple years, to see him fuck a really young, tight pussy. Here was that tight young pussy, and it desperately needed to be fucked. “I’m not sure I understand what you mean, Kathy. What is it that you’d let me borrow?” “Well,” I said, “if you don’t want a real cock…..” Suddenly her eyes went wide as saucers. “You mean Jeff?” “Sure.” “Oh, I couldn’t,” she protested. “Why? You said it yourself. You need a little cock now and then and I know you find him exciting.” “Well, yes, but…” “And, I am confident that he will find you exciting.” “How can you be so sure?” she asked. “Because I know men and I know Jeff.” “Still, he’s your husband.” “So what, for years before we had children we played around sexually with other people. I love watching him fuck and seeing him cum in another woman’s pussy and he loves watching me fuck and cum on another man’s cock.” “I don’t understand. You have sex with other people? Is that what you do on your Friday nights out?” she asked a bit bewildered. “We used to play all the time. But, we haven’t played since we started our family. It’s OK, really it is. We played around sexually both with each other and with other people long before we got married. We just enjoy sex. Like I said, we’d be helping you out to be sure. But, I’d be getting off, too, just watching. It’s fun. You’ll see,” I said taking her hand and leading her to the stairs. I had her. I knew I had her, and I wasn’t going to let her go now. “But, don’t you get jealous?” she asked. “I mean, seeing him with someone else in that way.” “No,” I said, as we reached the top of the stairs. “I never have. I guess I’m too focused on the fun to worry about jealousy.” As I approached the bedroom door, I heard the television. I paused to knock lightly and then slowly pushed the door open. I heard the sound of the television turning off as the door opened fully onto our master bedroom. Jeff was under the covers placing the remote on the nightstand furthest from the door. As a result, he didn’t immediately see that Julie had entered the room with me. Jeff had taken the time to light several of the candles around the room and had broken out our collection of massage oils. The oils were now sitting on the nightstand next to him. “Way to go, Jeff,” I thought. “Jeff,” I said, breaking the moment of silence, “I have a favor to ask.” “Name it,” he said before turning around. It was then that he saw that Julie was with me in our bedroom. “Honey. Julie is really, really horny and could use a very good fucking. Would you please stick that big dick of yours into her for me and give her a real good orgasm?” A mini-tent appeared in between his legs almost immediately. “Wow,” he responded as he shook off the surprise, “I’d be very happy to fuck Julie if she wants to be fucked. Do you want me to fuck you, Julie?” “Oh God YES!” she exclaimed, tears welling up in her eyes. “You guys have no idea how much I’ve needed this.” She began unbuttoning her blouse immediately. The game was on! “It has been over two years. I was beginning to think I was going to die without some cock.” With that, Julie slipped her blouse off her shoulders and let it fall to the ground. She started walking slowly towards our bed as her hands moved to the waist of her skirt. I was standing behind her now. The cotton white straps of her bra shown plainly against the young, smooth skin on her back. Her hair was collected together at the back of her head by an elastic band. From there, her hair cascaded down between her shoulder blades barely covering the clasp of her bra. She slowly unzipped her skirt and allowed it to gently slide off her hips. The unmistakable smell of her musk now filled the room (or was that my musk?). As the skirt fell away from her hips, her underwear came into full view. She wasn’t wearing a thong. Instead, she had on ordinary cotton panties with elastic leg opening and an elastic waist. The elastic along the leg openings perfectly followed the cup of her butt cheeks as though the panties had been tailor made to fit and accentuate her ass. Her cheeks were nearly perfectly pear shaped, obviously firm, rounded at the bottom, and ever so slightly pouty in appearance. Jeff was an ass man. I knew that he would not be disappointed. She was at the side of the bed now, immediately next to Jeff. As she disrobed, so did I. I moved to sit in a chair we had in our room next to the nightstand. I slid the chair slightly closer to the bed so as to provide a front row seat to the spectacle that I knew would soon follow. Jeff reached up from the bed and gently caressed the sides of her breasts still constrained in their cotton fabric prison. For a moment, he allowed the tips of his thumbs to slowly trace circles around each of her cotton encased nipples. Prisoners constrained by a few threads of cloth and a small bit of padding, Julie’s nipples were now fully erect and begging for an early release on account of good behavior. Gently, Jeff sat up in the bed and swung his legs over the side. He was sitting up directly in front of Julie now, his rock hard cock visible as the covers slid away from his waist. If Julie reacted to the sight of his manhood, I could not tell. All I could see was the back of her head. Next, Jeff spread his knees slightly pulling Julie, still standing, towards him. He took her into his embrace, knees to either side of her waist and his arms encircling her back. He kissed her hard upon her lips. She took his mouth passionately throwing her arms about his neck and head. Though the kiss lasted only a few seconds, it seemed to go on for an eternity. While they kissed, Jeff’s hands gently searched for and found the clasp of her bra. One at a time his fingers released each of the three hooks whose job it had been to stand sentinel over the release of Julie’s nipples and breasts. As the third hook gave way, the band at the back parted and the tension released from the shoulder straps. Then, one at a time, Jeff slid the straps off each of Julie’s shoulders and over her arms. The now useless garment was tossed away. While I had missed Julie’s reaction to the sight of Jeff’s cock, I had a front row seat to witness Jeff’s reaction to the sight of Julie’s breasts. His eyes showed the undeniable passion and excitement that the release of these orbs so obviously engendered. Jeff’s hands slid from Julie’s back around to the sides of each of her cups. Ever so gently he raised one orb and than the other to his mouth so that he could take in the taste and the texture of her young, pert nipples. I heard a low moan escape from Julie as my husband alternatively sucked and tongued her chest. As she moaned, I noticed that her hands had moved from Jeff’s neck to his lap. While her body blocked my direct view, the motion of her arms and the location of her hands suggest that she was now touching and jacking Jeff’s cock while he nibbled at her chest. The sight of my nearly forty-year-old husband being jacked in this fashion by our twenty-year-old babysitter sent me over the edge. As I fingered my pussy harder and harder, the waves of the first climax of the evening passed over my body. I have never been a quiet fuck, and I certainly wasn’t about to change my vocal ways this evening. As the passion spread over my body, I began moaning gently at first, then louder and louder. “Oh,….oh…..oh….ah…AH..AHH..OAHHH, FUCK..YOU GUYS..ARE SO FUCKING HOT…TO WATCH…TOGETHER!!!” With that, my body went into complete convulsions. My toes cured to the point that I thought my toe nails would dig clear through the under sides of my feet. My arms shuddered, my back arched. My pussy vibrated hard and fast to a beat reminiscent of a Jamaican nightclub band. I hadn’t yet removed my panties, but they were by now completely drenched as tough I had worn them in the shower. My orgasm must have provided its own spectacle. As I slowly regained my senses in my post orgasmic bliss, I realized that the spectator had become the attraction. Julie had turned slightly in Jeff’s embrace so that both she and Jeff were looking in my direction. Jeff, of course, had his normal Cheshire cat type grin. Julie, too, was looking at me with a smile. “Gawd, Kathy, do you always cum that hard?” She asked. “No,” I acknowledged, “that was very, very special, indeed.” “Jeeze, just watching you has made me even hornier.” With that she turned back to Jeff. “I wish I had thought of this earlier, but I hope you have a condom. I simply cannot risk getting pregnant again, and I really do want to fuck this cock.” Her hand gently squeezed the base of Jeff’s dick. “Oh he has something much better than a condom for birth control,” I spoke up. “He’s had a vasectomy. He shoots blanks. You don’t have to worry about pregnancy with Jeff at all.” “Oh WOW, that’s GREAT!” She exclaimed as her thumbs quickly slid under the elastic band of her panties whipping them off in one quick motion. “I’ve only had sex bareback that one time with Rachael’s father. And, I had to worry about getting pregnant the whole time. So I wasn’t able to fully enjoy the sensations.” With that, she placed her hand squarely on Jeff’s chest and pushed him back down onto the bed. She swung his legs up and over the edge of the bed and then started climbing onto the bed herself. “Jeff, the foreplay has been nice, but I really need to fuck. If you don’t mind, I’d like to take you into me right now.” She had, at this point, maneuvered herself so as to be sitting astride his legs on the bed. She was clearly ready and eager to take him in the female dominate position if he’d only give her the word. I knew that the word she was looking for was coming. I also knew that I wanted to be more than a mere spectator to this event. So I moved over to the bed and joined them. “Please take me however you’d like, Julie,” Jeff replied. “This moment is about pleasing you. I just hope that I can hold out long enough to give you the pleasure you deserve.” “Don’t worry. I am so fucking horny right now; I may cum before I am actually able to get you in. You are so much thicker than either of the guys I’ve fucked before.” “Julie, do you mind if I hold his shaft while you start to sit on him?” I asked. “Not at all,” she replied, “that is, after all, your cock that I am borrowing.” With that, Julie scooted herself up Jeff’s torso so that her pelvis was directly over his cock. In repositioning herself, she exposed her vagina to my view for the very first time. Her public hair was not shaved, although it clearly had been closely trimmed as by a set of scissors. I assumed that she little opportunity at her parent’s house and no real reason to do more. Her outer lips were ruby red and obviously fully engorged with blood. The outer portions of her lips were parted and very obviously wet. The smell of her sex was both pungent and sweet. I thought to myself that watching this young and eager pussy impale my man’s love rod may be the most erotic thing I would ever witness. As best I could, I prepared myself to remember in detail every moment of the experience. I took Jeff’s cock into my hand. It was extremely hard and very warm to the touch. I could almost imagine soft whiffs of steam coming off his head—the type you see spewing from manhole covers in alleys in low budget mysteries. The very tip of his penis head glistened from the near steady stream of pre-cum trickling from his eye. I aimed this eye directly toward Julie’s slit as she began to slowly lower her hips down to come into the most intimate contact possible with my husband. “Bullseye!” I thought to myself as the very tip of his head parted the outer folds of Julie’s womanhood. I watched as first a quarter inch and then the first half inch of my husband’s cock head were taken within Julie’s slit. It was then that I could feel Jeff’s penis encounter some resistance. “Wow, he is so THICK!” Julie exclaimed. Then, after thinking about it for a moment, she laughed, “and, it has been so long since I have had anything in there, too.” “Well, hopefully you won’t have to suffer through another hiatus like that again,” I offered. “I couldn’t agree more,” offered Jeff. Throughout this banter, Julie continued to slowly work her way down Jeff’s shaft. As she took the second full inch into her, she observed, “It feels so different without the condom—the sensations are so much more intense and personal. I can actually feel the ridge of his head as it travels up my vagina. Oooohhhh, this is so, so hot.” With the final exclamation, she settled down on Jeff’s pelvis. My hand had flattened on Jeff’s public region so that Julie’s clitoris was now in contact with the soft skin on the back of the hand in the curve between the thumb and first for finger. I slowly slid my hand from between their bodies and shifted myself around behind Julie so as to look at Jeff’s balls and cock. Julie started rocking herself slowly back and forth on Jeff’s cock. I could tell from experience that she was concentrating on rubbing her clitoris against the base of Jeff’s dick allowing the gentle friction to slowly excite her. With every forward rock of her body, I could see the outline Jeff’s cock entering into her womanhood. I can honestly say that I cannot remember ever seeing Jeff’s scrotum appear as tight as it did that night. I could tell that he was working very hard to constrain his excitement and his cum. That she had elected to go with the female dominant position was a big plus. Jeff has always found it easier to control his own orgasm in that position over any other. Still, I knew that he was fighting hard to hold back. I decided not to do anything to break his concentration. Julie’s own motion was starting to accelerate. I remember thinking, “good, she’s almost ready to cum.” “Oh, Jeff!” she exclaimed. “Oh, this is sooo, sooo naughty.” She was starting to do more than just rub against his cock now. Her ass was coming up slightly off Jeff’s legs with every cycle. I could envision Jeff’s head deep within her; moving slightly into then out of her vaginal shaft with each thrust. Jeff’s hands had grabbed hold of her hips so as to stabilize her ride. “Oh, I never thought it could be like this,” Julie continued. “So free. So natural. So naughty. Oh Kathy, I love fucking!...I love fucking your husband!...Is that OK?” By now, I had my hand deeply jammed into my own cunt. I knew that the question was completely rhetorical, but I had to answer it anyway. “Oh Julie,” I said, “I love watching you fuck my husband. Please fuck him, fuck him real good.” Her rhythm was near frantic now. I knew that the first waves of passion were starting to pass over her body. The convulsion-like contractions of a full body orgasm were only moments away. I could also tell that Jeff was near his limit. He was doing his best to remain still and restrain his own release. But a battle was now raging in the base of his cock as his semen-less cum sought its own escape. “Oh,..Oh,..Oh,..I love feeling the skin of his cock in me. Oh,..Oh,…I want to…I want to feel his cum explode into me… Oh, Jeff, Oh, cum into me….I need you to fill my pussy with your cum.” Jeff needed no more encouragement. Julie’s words were the key to his floodgate and it burst open. He grabbed Julie’s hips hard, arched his back, and drove his pelvis up to meet her next downward thrust. It was as though he was trying to drive his penis clean through Julie’s pelvis and out the other side. Simultaneously, the muscles all around Jeff’s scrotum began to contract intensely,..pulsing, pulsing, pulsing,..like a heart on overdrive beating unto itself. “OOOOhhhhh Gawddddd, here I CUM!” he exclaimed. Now, Julie was arching her own back, writhing like an animal attempting to escape a hunter’s snare. “Aaauggghhhh! Ohhhhhhh! I feel your cum spurting into ME! OHhhh Ohhh GAAAWWWWD!!!” she exclaimed, throwing her head back, her toes curling and her body shaking. Meanwhile, I was fixated on the source of all this raw expression of passion and pleasure. I could see the contractions delivering Jeff’s cum up his shaft. At the point where his shaft disappeared into Julie’s vagina, Julie’s muscles had clamped down. Her vaginal sphincter was desperately trying to keep Jeff’s man juice from escaping while simultaneously massaging out every last drop. Notwithstanding its best efforts, I could already see small globs of Jeff’s cum leaking out around the sphincter and onto the sheets. Julie’s body relaxed and fell forward onto my husband’s chest. However, Jeff’s cock continued to twitch, no longer in a strong, consistent rhythm, but with enough force to still be delivering more of his cum into her womb. As she lay further forward, Jeff’s cock slowly slid completely out of her. Though still semi-erect, Jeff’s rod was clearly deflating. The sight of Julie’s gaping cunt filled with and leaking my husband’s cum all over this leg drove me wild. The throws of my second orgasm of the night began to take hold of my body. I began feverishly fingering my clit once again in an effort to drive me over the orgasmic precipice that was approaching. I again let out a vocal stream of sexual consciousness. “Aaghaaaahgg.. ohh….your PUSSY is so FUCKING HOT….covered in My HUSBAND’S CUUUMMMM! AGHHAAAAAA!” With that, I surrendered my body to the waves of contractions that had been building. Then, I collapsed onto the bed beside my husband and my babysitter. I rolled onto my side throwing my arm across them both. Together we enjoyed a collective moment or two of post orgasmic bliss. After several minutes, Julie, turned to us both, asking “is it really OK if we do this again next week?” “Next week?” Jeff quipped, “I was thinking about doing it again in about ten minutes.”