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There was noise from the TV in the house, and Walt said, “The fight is starting!” He turned to Renée and said, “This fight should only last a couple of rounds, so we'll be back soon.”

He gave her a quick kiss, climbed out and grabbed his towel, but not before I caught a glimpse of his semi-erect penis, much larger than any I had seen, and I felt a twitch between my legs.

My thoughts were interrupted by Brian's quick “Sorry, honey, I'll be back soon.” And he too was gone into the house to watch the stupid fight.

“Great,” Renée said. “This calls for a drink!” She grabbed the bottle near the hot tub and filled our glasses. Before long we were giggling. Then Renée was complaining about getting all turned on, then being put on hold so Walt could watch two men beat up on each other!

I made some comment that by the size of things it looked like he would be worth the wait, and she said, “So you noticed, huh?”

I said, “You guys make a great couple, with his build and your perfect body.”

God, I couldn't believe I was talking like that, but Renée said, “You really think I have a nice body?”

“Of course,” I said. “Look at you.”

She said, “Well, I think your body is great too, so strong, firm, smooth—”

As she talked, my eyes closed. I was floating in the warm water and the haze of the champagne and the compliments, when I felt her fingertips on my nipples, like bolts of lightning traveling the length of my body and creating an immediate warming between my legs. My eyes opened and I tried to say something, but at the sight of this beautiful woman drawing my breasts to her mouth, all that came out was a moan. My breath became short as her tongue replaced her fingers on my nipples. Her hands were on my rib cage, pushing my breasts up to meet her eager mouth.

I couldn't believe this was happening. As if in a dream, she lifted me to the edge of the hot tub and began moving down my body. There was a part of me saying, “What are you doing?” but it felt so good and I felt so comfortable that I just leaned back and let her do whatever she wanted. If I thought the lightning was intense when she first touched my nipples, it was nothing compared to the jolt I got when her tongue reached my clit. She felt so different from Brian, and took her time, hitting all the right places that only a woman can know.

I felt my body reacting. My heart was racing. The orgasm started deep within me, and when I came, it was the most satisfying wave, which I wanted to ride and ride. I stroked her hair as she continued to work her magic. Reaching an orgasm had only increased my excitement, and all I wanted to do was please this person. So I lifted her head and slid back down in the tub. We hugged, and I gave her a quick kiss on her lips.

Her lips were soft, so different from a man's, and had the taste of me on them. As I considered this, she kissed me hard and slipped her tongue in my mouth. Our nipples rubbed together, and as we broke our embrace, we looked down at our contrasting breasts. I slid down and licked her nipples. I do this to Brian sometimes, and while he enjoys it, this was completely different. Every time I licked and nibbled, I could imagine and almost feel it myself.

My hands slid down between her legs, and my fingers slid into another woman's pussy for the first time. The rush was incredible, and Renée too seemed to enjoy it. Her moaning and breathing increased. Suddenly I just had to lick her down there, so I lifted her to the edge of the hot tub as she had done with me and ran my tongue down into the closely shaved area around her clit. This really had an effect. She arched her back and pushed her hips into my face.

I continued to do all the things from memory that I love so much. I opened my eyes and looked up her body. Here was a beautiful woman with her arms back and her back arched, writhing with pleasure. I was overcome by her heaving chest and undulating hips. Her thighs tightened around my head, and she climaxed with the same moan I'd heard a few weeks earlier as Walt did his magic.

Renée slid back down into the tub. We were both panting and moaning as we came back down from that special plateau. As we caught our breath, the reality of what we had just done sank in, and we both felt awkward.

Renée said, “Hey, I'm sorry. I've never done that before. I mean it was great, but I've never, with, you know, a woman, and nobody can know, okay?”

I was so relieved, I gushed. “Yes, nobody can know! I can't believe I got that horny. It will be our secret!”

With our relief, the tension subsided and we had a good laugh. We were ready to get out when we heard shouting from the house, and out came Brian and Walt. As they approached, they dropped their towels and we both got a good look at their equipment.

Walt stood by the tub and said, “What have you guys been doing?”

Renée quickly replied, “Waiting patiently for our men! Now get in here!”

We were both still very horny, and the poor guys didn't know what hit them. My reservations of a few weeks earlier were long gone. I quickly straddled Brian and slid his length in me. He was startled by my aggressiveness but definitely wasn't complaining! I heard Walt and Renée doing the same. At one point I sneaked a peek and caught Renée's eye. She gave me a conspirator's smile and wink, and I knew our secret would be safe.

Walt and Renée broke up a couple of months later, so I probably won't see her again. I never told Brian about this experience because I know he would want me to do it again with him watching. That night the circumstances had been just right, and everything that happened was totally spontaneous. I still don't have any desire to be with another woman, if that makes any sense, and I certainly don't want a threesome or to share Brian with another woman. So I just keep that memory tucked away. Every once in a while, when Brian licks my pussy, I think of Renée and that night. The result is usually quick and pleasurable.—
Name and address withheld

WHEN THE HUSBAND'S AWAY, THE YOUNG STUDS WILL PLAY

I did something last week that is totally out of my character, and I still feel it hard to believe.

I am thirty-two, a very in-shape female. I've been married to my husband for fourteen years. Rick was my first and only love, and together we have had a great and exciting sex life. We've never been bashful with our feelings and because of that have always been totally satisfied with our lovemaking.

I work as a waitress at an upscale restaurant and most nights get home around midnight. Last week Rick was out of town on business, we were slow at work, and I was cut loose about half past nine. Being wide awake and not wanting to go home to an empty house, I asked Ryan and Chuck, two of my best busboys, if they wanted to come to my place to have a few beers and play some cards. They said sure, they would be there as soon as they cleaned up and closed their stations.

Both Ryan and Chuck have been to our house before to help my husband with yard work or use our pool, and Ryan house-sits for us on occasion when we leave town, so I felt comfortable with both guys. I had just changed into a tube top and shorts when they showed up. We grabbed beers and went to the living room for a game of cards. Ryan sat on the couch, and I was a little to his left on the floor between the couch and coffee table with Chuck across from me.

We had been drinking and playing for an hour or so when we got hysterical laughing about an older man who a week earlier came out of the rest room at work with his tie and shirttail hanging out of his zipper.

Ryan said, “Nothing hurts more than catching your foreskin in a zipper.”

And Chuck said to him, “If your prick was circumcised that wouldn't happen.”

Feeling pretty loose by now, I said that I had never seen an uncircumcised prick before. As a matter of fact my husband's was the only prick I'd ever seen except in a book or magazine.

That's when Ryan stood up and said, “Would you like to see one?”

I heard a voice saying, “Sure, let's see it,” and realized the voice was mine.

Ryan said, “I'll do it if you take your top off first.”

I really could not believe I was doing this. I just grabbed the bottom of my tube top, pulled it over my breasts, past my arms and over my head. There I was, naked from the waist up. I knew my nipples were rock-hard and both guys were eyeing the hell out of my nakedness, and I, Miss Prude, was loving every second of it.

I watched wide-eyed, not believing this was happening but unable or not wanting to stop it, as Ryan undid his belt, slid his zipper down and began to lower his pants and underwear together. I sat fascinated as I saw the first glimpse of his dark pubic hair, then all of it, then a quick flash of his manhood as it sprang free and hit his stomach. God, it was so thick and hard!

I don't know how long it took or even when I did it, but there I was raised up on my knees, playing with and kneading Ryan's cock with my right hand and rubbing and caressing his hip and tight young ass with my left. I still remember how I loved pulling his foreskin up and over the head of his dick and back down, exposing the big shovel-shaped head of his cock.

Now nothing mattered but raw sex. Pulling his foreskin down, I leaned forward, opened my mouth and with moans from both of us sucked Ryan's beautiful dick to the back of my throat. His moans equaled mine as he sat back on the couch and I greedily followed him with my mouth. I wanted to suck and eat every bit of his come.

My mouth buried in Ryan's lap and my ass sticking out and in the air must have been too much for Chuck because I felt him brushing, rubbing and kissing the back of my legs and ass. As he began to pull my shorts and panties off and down my legs, I didn't hesitate at all. I lifted one leg, then the other, so he could strip me naked. He didn't waste any time. In seconds his hands were on my hips and I felt his hard cock pushing and poking at my wet pussy, and then he just slid all the way in.

God, it felt wonderful. Here I was, a married lady who'd never had sex with anyone but my husband, being serviced by two young studs at once. I knew it was wrong, but I wanted it all.

With both hands I reached up to play with Ryan's hard nipples. With that he grabbed the back of my head, raised his hips up and began to fill my mouth with squirt after squirt of warm come. I took every bit he had, then swallowed it all in two big gulps. I tried to lick him clean, but Chuck was fucking me so hard that all I could do was bury my face in Ryan's damp crotch and groan in pure bliss at Chuck's every thrust. Suddenly Chuck tightened his grip on my hips, pushed his dick all the way into my pussy and filled it with his hot come, both of us yelling at the same time.

Chuck slipped slowly out of me, and I could feel some of his wetness leak out at the same time. At this point Ryan stood up and maneuvered me flat on my back on the carpet. He began to kiss and lick my nipples and, using his hand, play with my clit.

That's when I heard myself saying, “Ryan, fuck me. Please fuck me.”

He did just that. He spread my legs wide and I watched between my breasts as he slowly filled my cunt with his uncircumcised prick. He fucked me long and hard, and with a groan added his hot seed to Chuck's. Both guys then dressed and, I think, feeling a little nervous, left. I just lay there, legs spread, with drops of come on my pussy and the crack of my ass.

None of us have talked much about that night, but the sexual tension at work is pretty pitched, with sexy comments being made by all three of us. I know I shouldn't, but if I get the chance, I'd like to fuck one or both again.—
Name and address withheld.

Three-For-All

 

BURGER JOINT SLUT IS DOUBLE-JOINTED, SERVES TWO AT A TIME

I've had a very exciting sexual experience that I would like to share with you. I am a twenty-seven-year-old black guy. I grew up in a neighborhood with very few white people and had never befriended any white girls. Until recently, that is.

I met Taylor, a hot blonde, at my place of work, a fast-food restaurant downtown. She has a really amazing body, with long legs and big nipples that poke out the front of her uniform. Taylor is married, so I never thought I would ever get a chance to fuck her.

One day we sat together while we ate our lunch and we started talking about sex. She told me that she and her husband fucked several times a night and could never seem to get enough sex. I told her how lucky her husband was. She laughed and told me to keep up the flattery, it might get me somewhere.

This got my dick rock-hard. After work we walked out into the parking lot together. I told her how beautiful she looked. I put my arm around her and she didn't protest. I tilted her face up and French-kissed her. Her mouth had a sweet taste.

Taylor started sucking my tongue. My hand felt her titties under her uniform. She pushed up against me, her hand grabbing for my crotch. My enormous dick was making a huge bulge in my pants, which she seemed to like. She commented that she hoped the rumors were true about black guys and she rubbed my erection to its full length.

I leaned her back against her car. Then I pulled up her skirt and put my hand down the front of her panties. She had a lot of cunt hair, but my fingers finally found her pussy lips. I rubbed her clit and she let out a loud moan. Then very suddenly she pulled away.

She told me that she wanted me too, but that she couldn't afford to mess up her marriage. I suggested we do it on the sly, and she said she'd think about a way for us to fuck so that her husband wouldn't go postal. Then she drove off.

I watched her car go and smelled honey on my fingers. I went home and jacked off thinking about her. The thought of running my hands all over her creamy white body, handling her giant white boobs and stretching her pink pussy with my black cock was enough to keep me up all night. The next day we discussed our plans. We needed a place to go. A motel was out, as she was worried someone might recognize her. It would have to be on a night her husband worked the late shift. And I would have to be very careful. Oh yes. I would do anything she asked.

The night soon came when her husband was working late. My friend Theo said we could use his house. No one we knew would see us there. She followed me in her car to Theo's place. We hurried inside and I introduced her to him. Theo eyed this white fox and gave me a big grin. He was impressed.

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