From lsnchris@cyberhighway.com Thu Jan 09 00:00:50 1997
Newsgroups: alt.personals.ads,alt.personals.poly,alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.hetero,alt.sex.swingers,alt.sex.wanted
Subject: Willing Wife finds Interesting Cock
From: lsnchris@cyberhighway.com (LSnChris)
Date: Thu, 09 Jan 97 05:00:50 GMT

This is a true story from LSnChris:
                                                                               
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     The three of us met for the first time at a neighborhood bar 
near the east side.  It was a quiet, clean little place, a bit 
too well lit for my liking (I'm always worried that our inten-
tions show).  Christine, my wife, chose a stunning dark turquoise 
dress that highlighted her dark hair and fair skin.  She's moder-
ately tall and though the dress came to her knees, her legs 
received attention.  She was nervous about meeting someone new, 
as I was, but her beauty and personable nature conceals it bet-
ter.  Thinking back, I'm not sure if we're more concerned about 
making a good impression upon him or whether he turns out to be a 
jerk.

     He was already at a table and it wasn't as difficult to spot 
him as I expected; he was the only guy at a table eagerly looking 
for someone and we were the only young couple in the place.  He 
had somewhat wavy dark hair with a beard and a moustache, and a 
medium build. He had told us he was 35, but he looked a bit 
older, in his early 40's.  We greeted each other, eagerly and 
nervously, and I could tell he liked Christine, as his eyes 
rarely left her.  I admit to feeling pride in how she looks. She 
is (as most women are) self-conscious about her body (specifical-
ly, her breast size), and it pleases me to be able, time and time 
again, to have it proven to her that her very pretty face and 
nice overall figure makes an impression on men.  We ordered 
drinks, discussed what we all do for our livings, and talked the 
usual small talk as we got to know each other and become more 
comfortable.  After our second drink, we got more comfortable 
and, in a veiled, polite manner, discussed sex in hushed voices.

     Talking about sex has always turned her on; he was looking 
at her and thinking about having sex with her, and was talking 
about what kind of sex he likes, and it was having an impact on 
her.  She squeezed my hand, telling me that she was interested in 
him.  It was intoxicating to watch the lust between these two 
that I had brought together, and I expected some hot sex if this 
guy was half as horny as he seemed.  After a few drinks, he 
invited us to his hotel room (he's a business person), which was 
about 20 minutes away.  He went to the restroom to let us discuss 
it.  Christine said that she didn't really know how things would 
go but she wanted to go.  She can be so coy about things, then 
can become someone else entirely when she loosens up.

     At his room he offered us a drink and we accepted though I 
knew Christine was buzzing a bit.  She was acting funny and a bit 
confused, as if she didn't know what to expect or what to do.  
When he was away, I told her that she might sit in his lap; she 
was surprised at my suggestion, but I told her that if I was a 
horny guy of his age, I wouldn't mind a pretty 25 year old sit-
ting in my lap at all.  Well, of course that really got things 
going.  He stared down her dress as we talked, then he started 
feeling her breasts.  Before too long she was kneeling in front 
of him, unzipping his trousers as I massaged her round butt.

     She pulled his trousers to his knees and pulled out his 
half-hard cock.  As she started to lick it I moved to get a 
better view.  I gently pulled her brown hair back to reveal her 
lips moving over his cock, which quickly grew to a good size, 
maybe eight inches.  She worked it into her mouth and I was 
surprised to see that it was an unusual cock; it was quite veiny, 
and though the shaft was medium thickness, his head was the 
largest I had seen, it was pinkish-brown and fat, it looked like 
a mushroom.  She licked the underside and moved her hand to cup 
his balls, which were quite big.  Christine (well, both of us, 
frankly) had always enjoyed unique-looking cocks, and I could 
that she really liked this one.  He relaxed against the small 
sofa as she tried to work his swollen cock down her throat, 
pumping his veiny shaft with one hand and holding his balls with 
the other.  I had my hands under her dress, massaging her breasts 
and nipples.  She became comfortable with his cock and started 
pumping it with her head, swallowing his cock with her lips 
pressed against his pubic hair and letting it rest there. I had 
felt this myself and I knew he was pulsing his cock in her 
throat, savoring the tight warmth.  I also knew he needed more 
pumping and that her head got tired easily, so I moved her head 
up and down past his mushroom head and down over his cock while 
her lips slurped at his cock.  I had the front of her dress open 
and he could see her breasts that I had recently been feeling.  
He reached down and moved his rough hands over her soft white 
breasts, while she continued to pump his cock, which was now 
larger than before, and quite hard.

     Her tongue was swirling around his mushroom head while her 
hands pumped his cock.  I had moved one hand under her dress to 
her panties and had caressing her very moist pussy, which was 
neatly trimmed for the occasion.  This really drove her nuts, and 
she started pumping deeply with her mouth, licking around his 
cock and balls, and just devouring him.  The veins on his cock 
were sticking out, and his cock glistened as Christine pumped.  
She looked so beautiful there, then he moved his hands to her 
head and started gently pushing her head down over him.  I knew 
at that point that things wouldn't go much farther.  He would 
hold her head with his cock down her throat and hold it there, 
then pump for a while, then hold her head down.  As if he needed 
my permission at that point, I told him it was O.K. to come in 
her throat, and as she cupped his large balls in her hand, he 
pumped his cock with her head, pushed her face down all the way 
so his cock was buried, then looked down at her face with his 
cock in her mouth.  Her eyes got big, and he grunted his load 
into her throat.  Christine swallowed, then pulled back a bit, 
with his cock pulsing sperm into her mouth.  He gasped a little 
bit as he pulled out, and I knew she had given one last tongue 
swirl around his head as he left her mouth, as she had often done 
to me.  A couple drops of sperm left the corner of her mouth as I 
handed Christine her drink to wash it all down.



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This was written by LSnChris from a true 
story.  She does not know I've posted this.  It's 
O.K. to refer to it on E-mail, if you care to correspond.  Hope 
you enjoyed it.

