Cheryl's Hotwife Vacation
by Chris, Cheryl, and RLM
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Comment from the Authors:
Chris and Cheryl have been married for nine years. Chris has
what most men only dream of having... a hot wife. As a result of
an e-mail message to me about one of my stories, Chris and I
began to correspond. After some discussion, we decided to
collaborate on a story about his wife. That collaboration
resulted in the two part story "Cheryl's Heat". Part 1 is
"Teenage and Single Years". Part 2 is "The Making of a Hot
Wife". Both stories are posted on RLM's webpage at
https://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/mischa8/wegpage.html.
Since completing "Cheryl's Heat", we have frequently exchanged
e-mails, most of which are about his sexy wife. Recently, Cheryl
seems to have raised her sensuality to a new level. This new
high resulted in a sex-filled vacation to the Grand Canyon and
Las Vegas that was just completed in mid-April, 2009. With the
events still very fresh in Chris and Cheryl's minds, we have now
collaborated to write a new story, "Cheryl's Hotwife Vacation".
With both Chris and Cheryl carefully editing the text for
accuracy, the events all happened as described. Much of the
dialog is exactly as Cheryl and Chris have related it. Many of
the images in the html version of the story are of Cheryl. We
all found crafting this story to be an awesomely erotic
experience. We hope you enjoy reading about "Cheryl's Hotwife
Vacation" just half as much as we enjoyed bringing it to you...
Chris, Cheryl, and RLM
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Prelude to a Hot Vacation:
Initial Plans:
Right after New Year's, Cheryl and I began planning a hot week
in Las Vegas, sin city. She was as excited about the plans as I
was. Our plan was to enjoy the vacation sometime in early April,
2009.
We planned on driving to Atlanta on Monday, dropping the kids
off at the in-laws, then flying from Atlanta to Vegas on Tuesday.
In Vegas, we will rent a car at the airport and drive to the
Grand Canyon. We had discussed "highway flashing". Of course,
I'm hoping that something hot happens. We plan on spending
Tuesday night and Wednesday morning at the canyon and then drive
back to Vegas that afternoon.
We've made reservations for the MGM. Over the next months,
Cheryl hopes to get in touch with an old boyfriend, Andy, who now
lives in Vegas. Who knows what might happen? We both have a lot
of hot fantasizes and hopefully some of those will become
realities during this vacation.
The following narrative is a true and accurate account of the
events that occurred prior to our Vegas vacation, during the
vacation, and afterwards.
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The Little League Baseball Coach:
Even though it was just little-league baseball, I was still
excited. It was our opening game of the season, and I thought we
had a pretty good chance to do well. The kids were enormously
excited, and since it was my first attempt at coaching, I was a
lot more nervous than they were. Cheryl had tried to calm me
down the night before the game.
"Relax, Chris. You're acting like your entire professional
career is riding on the game. If you don't calm down, the kids
are going see how nervous you are, and they'll get nervous and
won't play well."
"I know... I know... I just can't help it even though I know
it's ridiculous." It's just that I haven't coached before like
most of the other coaches. Jack Cannon has coached for several
years and he's been riding me a lot... saying things like there's
a real possibility that we won't win a single game this year."
"Jack Cannon is one of the coaches?"
"Yeah. Do you know him?"
"I know him. He's been waving and smiling at me everyday in
the school pickup line. Occasionally, he winks or makes comments
about how good I look."
"How long has this been going on?"
"Not sure, but at least for the past two years. At first, he
would just smile. Then, he worked himself up to smiling and
waving. In the past few months, he's added winking and telling
me I look good. The last time, he said I looked sexy."
"What does he want anyway?"
Cheryl stared at me for a moment before answering, then she
grinned and said, "He wants to fuck your wife, Chris."
"Well, of course. Most men want to fuck you. You're just
drop-dead gorgeous and incredibly sexy. Is he serious?"
"He's been smiling and waving for two years... and telling me
how good I look for several months... now, he's moved it up a
notch to telling me how sexy I look. I think it's a safe bet to
say that Mr. Cannon really wants to use his cannon in me."
"Well?"
"Well what?"
"You know what! Are you going to fuck him?"
"No. Absolutely not! Now... he may fuck me, but I'm
definitely not going to fuck him."
"Sexy Bitch," I said with a soft smile. "Ok. Are you going to
let him fuck you?"
"No. No way. He's just a little boy trying to act like a man.
When his wife's around, he completely ignores me. No courage.
When I spread my legs, I want a man between them, not a simple,
silly flirt. But, just for the record, Honey, if I did decide to
let him fuck me, I would certainly let you know ahead of time.
You know that."
"Thanks. You know he'll be at the game tomorrow evening. He's
coaching the other team. Are you coming?"
"Of course. I want to see my husband make his coaching debut."
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The next evening, as the teams were warming up, I saw my wife
sitting in the stands on the bottom row near the field. I also
saw Jack Cannon standing beside her. From his standing position,
I knew he had a great view down Cheryl's dress, which was already
showing a lot even without looking straight down her bodice.
Jack paid little attention to his team's warm up practice,
leaving that mostly to his two assistant coaches. His attention
was fully occupied elsewhere. Out of the corner of my eye, I
watched him chatting with Cheryl. Every once in a while, he
would lean over and whisper something in her ear and look down
her dress. My wife would smile and shake her head. He kept this
up until the game was about to start. When he came back on the
field, I could tell he had an erection.
All through the first half, Cannon would alternate between
giving instructions to his team and making suggestive faces at my
wife. Once, he was licking his lips... later he had his tongue
out wiggling it in the air. It didn't take much imagination to
figure out where he was hoping to put his tongue.
After the first half, his team was leading by 2 runs. He spent
a little time talking to his team and then left the rest of the
job to the other coaches. When I next checked on my wife, she
was no longer in her seat. Scanning the concession stand area, I
saw them standing off to one side having coffee and chatting.
Again, Cannon whispered something into Cheryl's ear. This time
she laughed. He looked as if he were pleading. My wife patted
him on the head like a little boy, and walked back to stands
laughing.
Jack was so flustered and humiliated by the incident, he
coached his team like a novice in the second half, and although
they had the better team, we ended up winning by 3 runs. The
kids were absolutely ecstatic... so much so, I had to quiet them
down and give them a lecture on good sportsmanship. After that,
they all went over to the other team and shook their hands with
no further wild celebrations.
When Cheryl and I were getting in the car, she said,
"Congratulations, Coach. Great job."
"Thanks, but our real secret weapon was you. You got cannon so
mad and so flustered, he coached angry all the second half.
Can't do stuff like that and win. What happened out there by the
concession stand during halftime?"
"He told me that judging from the way I filled out my dress, I
must have the best looking breasts in the world. He asked me to
take them out and let him see them. I thought his comments were
the most childish I had ever heard a man make. So, I just patted
him on the head and said, 'Not today, little boy.' and then
walked away laughing."
As we were leaving the parking lot, Cannon was standing by his
car loading some equipment into the back. Quickly, Cheryl
scooted over close to me, and pulled her dress down letting both
beautiful globes escape. They danced and quivered slightly in
the air. "Play with my tits, Honey. Let the silly jerk see what
he'll never have."
I was delighted to comply with my wife's request.
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Bobby Scores:
A week after the first Little League baseball game, Cheryl and
I were in bed kissing and enjoying erotic foreplay prior to
fucking. I already had her naked, but I was still wearing my
briefs, which were already bulging with my rapidly hardening
cock.
"You're overdressed, Honey," Cheryl whispered in my ear, her
fingers lightly stroking my bulge. "And you seem to have a
problem here, Chris, a really big problem. I think Dr. Cheryl
needs to examine this problem very closely."
Without another word, Cheryl pulled my briefs down my legs and
off. "Mmmmmm... just as I thought, a big problem," she hissed,
the excitement obvious in her voice. Bending over, she hefted my
rapidly enlarging cock. "Just relax, Baby, and let Dr. Cheryl
take care of your problem."
As soon as her hot mouth closed over me, my semi-hard penis
became a ragingly hard cock that was throbbing inside her mouth.
She pushed me all the way into her throat until her lips were
kissing the base of my cock. Then, as she hefted my now very
tight balls, she began to suck me letting her lips slide all the
way up and then all the way down my now pulsing rod.
Just before I erupted in her mouth, she pulled away. "I
groaned, "Oh god... don't stop now, Honey. I'm close... damn
close."
"I know... I always know when a hot stud is about to unload.
I'm not ready for you to cum yet. When I'm ready, I let you cum
... not before." She moved her body up mine, crushing her 36DD
tits into my belly... then into my chest as her lips closed over
mine... her tongue driving deep inside. When she pulled her
tongue back, mine followed... back and forth until we were both
panting.
"You want to fuck me, don't you?"
"Oh hell yes!" I groaned.
"Do you have any idea how much it turns me on to know a man
wants to fuck me? That his cock is so hard that it hurts... that
if I don't let him into me, he's going to have to jack off?
Shall I leave you alone so you can jerk your hard cock, Honey.
Or would you prefer to get off inside your wife's hot pussy?
"Oh fuck! Please... get on me.!
"Love to, you hot Stud." Cheryl raised her hips, reached back,
and holding my cock, centered the throbbing head right at the
opening of her pussy. "Ready, Lover?"
"Do it! NOW!"
Cheryl slowly sank down my shaft. The sensation of her tight,
wet pussy surrounding my stiff, throbbing cock was fantastic.
"Oh god, you're tight," I moaned. "Your pussy is so damn hot and
tight. Fuck on it, Baby."
"Not so fast, Stud. I'll let you know when you can shoot it
in, Lover."
For ten minutes, my wife pumped her pussy up and down my
jerking shaft. Every time she felt me swelling inside her, she
slowed down or stopped. Again and again, she brought me right to
the naked edge of exploding inside her hot channel, but every
time I was about to cum, she would stop her fuck motions. I had
teased and tortured her many times in exactly the same way. Now,
she was in control and was taking revenge... I loved it... just
loved it!
After a half hour of erotic torture, she whispered hotly in my
ear, "Honey, I need to tell you something. I've got an admirer
who is constantly chatting me up every time I go to the park with
Mary. This guy, Bobby, is constantly complimenting me on how
good I look and how awesome he thinks my breasts are. When I was
talking to him yesterday, he escalated his efforts to hugging me.
"He sounds a lot like Jack Cannon," I said, still moaning as
the velvet, hot walls of Cheryl's pussy caressed my pulsing rod.
"He's a lot different from Cannon, Chris. Cannon is just a
silly flirt. Bobby is in a different class. He's a "bad boy
type". He flirts... then he acts. He keeps pushing." He's
progressed from a simple hi, to a hand shake, then to a prolonged
hand shake, and from there to a hug on the last meeting. He has
also begun sharing is personal life including his sex history
with me."
"Just a hug?" I asked.
"Well... when he hugged me, he did feel me up some, and then he
kissed me."
"Do you think he's serious?"
"Definitely. He's making a play, that's for sure. He not only
wants to fuck your wife, he's determined to do it."
"Oh fuck... that so damn hot. Do you want him to fuck you?"
"You know I like aggressive men, Honey, and Bobby is more than
just aggressive, he's practically told me that he's going to
fuck me."
"So? Are you going to let him fuck you?"
"Would you mind? Would you be Ok with it if I did?
"You already know the answer to that, Honey."
"Yeah, I know, but I need for you to tell me again. After all,
women change their minds about sex all the time. A guy has the
same right."
"You know, I think I understand why you decided to tell me
about this when you have me so hot that I'm on the verge of
shooting your luscious pussy full of cum. But don't worry,
Honey. As long as I either get to watch, or participate, or have
you tell me all the sexy, hot details later, I'll love it! I'm
already about to cum just from hearing you talk about it. Come
on, Damn it! I want to fuck you. NOW! Either get on your back
so I can mount you, or move your sexy ass!"
"Whatever you say, Lover."
Her hips began to pump... hard... fast... pounding her pussy on
my cock... driving it deep on every thrust. Her vaginal muscles
gripped me hard each time her wet sheathe captured my full
length. I roared like a stallion on a hot mare and began to
shoot at the same time as her pussy erupted in orgasm. The first
thick cum jet filled the bottom of her vagina completely
drenching Cheryl's womb with semen and sperm. Five more powerful
jets shot into her until it was spewing out of her tightly
stretched lips.
Finally, she collapsed on top of my body, her heaving breasts
crushing into my chest. We didn't move for 10 minutes as we
caught our breath. When she raised her body off mine, she
grinned and whispered, "That was fantastic, Stud! You really
pumped me full of cum. Maybe I should take another pill. One
might not be enough to handle that monster load."
"So when does Bobby plan to fuck you?" I asked with my cock
still twitching inside Cheryl's pulsing hole.
"Judging from how fast he's moving things, probably next week.
I'll let you know."
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Just as I was getting ready to leave for work on Wednesday
morning, Cheryl moved into my arms and kissed me passionately.
We always kiss deeply when either of us is leaving, but I had the
feeling this kiss was even hotter than usual. It turned out that
I was right.
After she broke the kiss, Cheryl whispered, "Sit down, Honey."
I did, and she promptly lowered her sexy ass on my lap. She
squirmed on me and said, "I think my husband is getting hard...
right?"
"How could I not with you rubbing your hot ass all over my
cock. We needed to start this sooner. I don't think we have the
time to fuck now."
"We're not going to fuck, Honey. At least, you're not. I'm
meeting Bobby today at Cumberland Farms at 12:40 so we don't have
to worry about him getting through the gate. We plan on spending
the afternoon here, so don't come home early... and don't call
because I'm not going to be interested in answering the phone.
Ok? MMMmmmmm... your cock feels like a steel bar against my ass,
Honey. I think that means it's Ok... right?"
"Absolutely! I'm going to be so damn hard all day long, I
doubt that I'll be able to resist going to the men's room and
jerking off."
"MMMmmmm... please try not to. I want you on fire and ready
for me when you come home."
"You don't have to worry about me being ready, Cheryl. You're
the one who'd better be ready because I'm going to ravish you."
"Promises... promises," my wife said with a sexy grin.
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I had laughed when my husband had told me that he might get so
turned on that he would have to jack off in the men's room
sometime during the day. By 10:30, I wasn't laughing at his
predicament any longer. My pussy was a total swamp. I had
already soaked through my panties by 10 AM and had had to change
them. With my pussy gushing like a faucet, it didn't do any
good.
By 11:00 AM, I had my dress up around my waist slowly rubbing
my hand over my mound as my vagina and clitoris throbbed just a
few inches below my stroking fingers. By 11:15 AM, I had my
panties pulled to one side with my legs back so I could see my
pussy contracting slowly and my clitoris dancing. Juices were
seeping down the crack of my ass.
At 11:30 AM, I just touched my clit... just lightly, and rubbed
it for just a moment. BOOM! My hole and clit just erupted,
juices gushing out.
Even after I had climaxed, my vagina wouldn't stop pulsing and
throbbing. I pushed two fingers into my pussy and came again,
almost immediately. By noon, there was no possible way I could
resist getting my dildo and fucking my swollen, throbbing hole.
Leaning back on the couch, I pushed the dildo into my hot pussy.
My vagina was throbbing before I got all of inside me. I only
had to fuck myself three or four strokes before I was cumming
again.
When it was time to head out for Cumberland farms, I was sweaty
and smelled of sex. I thought about taking a quick shower, but
decided against it. Bobby wanted a hot sexy woman. I was
certain he wouldn't mind the musky aroma of my aroused pussy.
Bobby arrived about five minutes late. I waved at him, and he
followed me to our house. I pulled into the garage and he parked
right behind me. We got out at the same time and walked into my
house together with Bobby's hand on my ass. In my short dress,
which also showed a lot of my tits, the neighbors got an eyeful.
I showed Bobby around the house from room to room, just
breaking some ice as we both tried to calm down. My heart was
racing a million miles an hour as my pussy was gushing even more
than it had been earlier that morning. I figured Bobby was as
nervous as I was. If the sex was going to be delicious, we had
to calm down. Pulling out some of those mini bottles of liquor,
I drank one straight from the bottle while Bobby watched.
"Well, I�m sorry," I said. "I feel like a nervous little
school girl who has never done this before, and this usually
drops my inhibitions down."
He laughed and said, "Oh, really? To tell the truth, I'm
nervous too. Usually, I'm not but you're so sexy and gorgeous,
it's hard not to be."
I offered him a Mike�s Hard Lemonade, and then later another
beer, the Ice House one. After we finished our drinks, we had
both calmed down considerably. We stood there for a few awkward
moments.
"What would you like to do?" I asked, knowing
perfectly well what he wanted to do.
"Anything. Absolutely anything at all. We could go
some place and lock the door. I just want you."
I was still nervous but I knew we needed to get down to
business if we were going to have time to do every thing we
wanted to do. "Okay, let�s go to the bedroom and enjoy
ourselves, Bobby."
As I had planned, the TV was playing music from the 80's as we
entered my bedroom, Bobby's hand once more on my ass caressing
me. I knew he was nervous, otherwise he would have already had
his hand under my dress and on my pussy.
I shut the door and locked it. Instantly, he pulled me into
his arms and began to French kiss me. His tongue probed inside
my mouth, caressing my tongue while his hands were now roaming
over my ass. The kiss continued for a couple of minutes. I was
panting in heat by the time our lips separated. His hands were
on my waist caressing me through my dress.
Leading him to the side of the bed, I told him to lay back.
He didn't have to be asked twice. He was on the bed on his back
in an instant. His hips were already thrusting in sensuous fuck
motions. I unbuttoned his pants, and he slid them down his legs.
"Watch, Bobby," I hissed seductively. Standing close to the
side of the bed, I pulled my tits out of my bra. As soon as they
swung free, Bobby moaned with delight at the sight of my 36DD
rack. "Like them, Lover? They're all yours, but I think you're
going to like my mouth even more."
Leaning down, I put his cock into my mouth. He was
still nervous and not yet fully erect. I whispered for him to
relax and think about the fact that he was going to be sucked off
by another man's wife. I felt his cock lurch in my hand.
Putting his now semi-hard shaft back inside my mouth, I sucked
him for several minutes while I held the base of his cock and
jacked the portion that wasn't inside my mouth.
After several more minutes of sucking, I raised up to titty
fuck him. Having his cock between my big tits more than did the
trick. He was rock solid in a matter of minutes. His steel-hard
shaft thrusting back and forth between my tits had my pussy
throbbing.
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My wife had called me just before 12:45 PM. She simply said "I
am going to meet him now", and that was it. She hung up before I
could ask any questions. That one simple statement had my cock
hard as iron.
I spent the next half-hour pacing and being worried about what
would happen, I was on pins and needles, my cock hard and
throbbing. I felt like I couldn't suck enough air into my lungs.
It was now 1 PM, and I kept trying to work... trying to make
some progress on the software code I was writing, but it was just
fucking hopeless. My cock was so hard, it hurt. I tried to
concentrate on writing the code, but my efforts to ignore the
hard throbbing of my rod just seemed to make it even harder.
Again and again, it would jerk and pulse inside my pants.
It was 1:30 PM. Bobby was in our house... that was for sure.
Was he in our bed yet? Probably. If so, he was naked. Was my
wife naked? Of course she was... naked... her big tits and pussy
right in front of Bobby.
What were they doing? They would probably do oral sex first, I
thought. But maybe not. Maybe they would both be so hot they
would want to fuck immediately. Oh shit. Was he fucking my
wife right now... right at this moment? No... surely not. It's
only 1:30 PM. He would probably be sucking her pussy... or maybe
she was sucking his cock? Was she deep throating him? Probably.
She always likes to take all of it. I was half crazy with
uncertainty and hot excitement. "But he's been with my wife for
45 minutes," I thought. "If it were me with such a hot,
deliciously beautiful woman, I would certainly be fucking her ass
off by this time. Of god... he's in her... in her pussy...
fucking her." I was about to cum in my pants.
By 1:45, I just knew they were fucking. As I sat at my desk
working, Bobby had his cock up my wife's pussy... pumping her...
hard. I knew she was moaning... squealing... urging him to fuck
her harder... to make her cum again. I remembered telling Cheryl
that I might have to go to the men's room and jack off.... right
now, I felt like it was either that or cum in my pants.
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When he was about to cum, he moaned for me to "Slow down." I
knew he was under the impression that we were going to fuck, and
he wanted to save it for that. So, I whispered softly, "Well,
let�s save the other for next time, okay?" He was okay with that
since it let him know that I didn't consider this to be a
one-time thing. I told him not to hold back.
After that, Bobby moaned continuously. "Oh Baby, suck my
cock... make it shoot, Honey!" Then a moment later, it was, "Oh
Baby, I'm gonna cream you... get ready."
Bobby's cock was about the same size as my husband's, but Chris
had fucked me a thousand times... this was Bobby's first time to
be with me and his excitement was awesome. His cock jerked like
a live snake as he moaned continuously. I sucked his shaft for
about 10 minutes... Taking it all the way in, up and down for a
while. Then just sucking the head... Back and forth as he
groaned with the way I was making his cock feel.
Periodically, I would rise up and again fuck him with my tits,
then back down again to suck his cock some more and suck on his
balls. After about 10 minutes of sucking him really hard and
jacking him off at the same time, he grunted, "Mmmm, this is it.
I�m going to cum!
I placed my tits right by his cock and let him cum all over
them and my hand while I was jacking him off really fast and
hard. His load spewed all over me... face, tits, belly, and
hand. It was a deliciously wicked feeling to be covered with
Bobby's hot load while in my own bed.
Afterwards, I gave him a washcloth and went to the bathroom to
wash my off my hands, tits, and face while he dressed. When were
again together in the kitchen, we both had dazed expressions from
the erotic sexual experience in my own bed. I was hot...
incredibly hot... I needed to cum... badly, and Bobby knew it.
He leaned across the kitchen counter, kissed me, and whispered
in my ear. "You need to cum, Cheryl. I want to make you cum,
Honey."
He didn't have to say anything to convince me I needed to cum.
I already knew it. My pussy was throbbing with need. If he had
told me to bend over the kitchen counter so he could fuck me, I
would have had his cock up my pussy in nothing flat. However,
when he didn't do that, I led him to the laundry room and closed
the door.
"Feel how wet you made me, Bobby. My pussy is soaked
and throbbing. Feel me. Hurry!"
He stuck his hand down my pants and fingered me. When his
fingers slipped into the wetness of my pussy, he moaned very long
and with intense pleasure.
I was moaning right along with him. My hips were thrusting
hard against his fingers in hot fuck motions. My vagina was a
raging inferno.... throbbing and contracting... over and over.
He kept doing it harder and harder... deeper and deeper...
rubbing my clit until I knew I was going to explode.
"Oh Baby! I'm gonna cum all over your hand."
"Oh Yes, Honey. "Yes, DO IT! CUM! NOW!."
I moaned over and over as he fingered me faster, deeper,
harder. I came right there in the laundry room. "AHHHHH
SHIT... CUMMING... YOU'RE FUCKING MAKING ME CUMMMMMM.... DON'T
STOP... PLEASE... DO MEEEEEEEEEE!"
After my intense orgasm, I was feeling tipsy, light-headed, and
still very horny, even after coming. I needed a man to fuck
me.... hard and deep. I wanted Bobby to just tell me we were
going to fuck, bend me over the couch, and ram it in. God! I
would have just drenched the couch if he had banged me right
then, right there. I would have protested, of course, but the
hot thought of him refusing to take no for an answer and making
me fuck was insanely delicious. But, alas, it was not to be.
We sat down on the couch for a little while. I told him how I
really enjoyed that and he agreed how much he did. He stared at
me for several seconds and just shook his hand and said, "Mmmm.
You are so sexy. That is going to be burned in my mind for a
long time."
When he left, I was hoping that at our next meeting, I would
enjoy his cock in all my holes.
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I was dying to call and find out what was going on. At 2:00, I
had to go to a meeting. Around 2:20, Cheryl called, and I
stepped out of the conference room to take the call. She gave me
a brief run down.
"He just left."
"Well, what happened?"
"We did a lot, but probably not as much as you probably think.
He came over and we went to our bed room. It didn't take us long
to get naked. I gave him a deep throat, blow job, and he came on
my tits. After he recovered, he took me into the laundry room
and finger fucked me until I came. He really knew how to make me
explode on his fingers. I had an incredible orgasm, but still
wanted more even after he had gotten me off."
"Did he fuck you?"
"No. I told him we'd save that for next time. He was pleased
to learn that there was going to be a next time."
I couldn't talk long as I unfortunately had to get back into
the meeting. I spent the next 30 minutes with a raging hard on,
and then as soon as the meeting was over, I left for the day and
drove home as fast as the speed limit would permit.
When I got home, I had her replay everything that happened with
me. After we walked through the whole thing, I took my sexy wife
to the bedroom and dove into her pussy eating her like a starving
man. After she had an intense orgasm on my tongue and mouth, I
fucked her like I hadn't had a woman for a year. For 10 minutes
straight, I pounded one hard stroke after another into her
gushing pussy before cumming a tidal wave in her.
Less than a half hour later, I had her on the bed in doggie
position, her head on the bed, her ass high in the air, nailing
my cock into her cum-filled vagina. She came twice before I
pumped another cum load into her.
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E-mails to Andy:
Andy and I were an item about 12 years ago, and he now lived in
Las Vegas. When Andy and I were going out together, he fucked me
a lot, so as soon as Chris suggested the hot vacation to the
Grand Canyon and Vegas, I immediately thought about Andy. I
hadn't seen him in 12 years, but he had always been good in bed
bringing me to repeated orgasms, and Chris was interested in my
having some sexual adventures during the vacation. Since it
seemed both risky and uncertain to pick up strangers, I decided
to e-mail Andy and see if he was interested in getting together
in April while we were in Vegas.
Our first e-mail exchanges were the usual stuff... How have you
been? What have you been doing? Are you married now? Any
children? Is every thing going well for you? That sort of
question. But that all changed when I told Andy about Chris
wanting me to have some hot sexual adventures during the
vacation. I put it to him very subtlely by asking him if he
might be interested in spending a couple of evenings with me
fucking and sucking. In that same e-mail, I said, "I know you're
going to be wondering what I look like after not seeing me for 12
years. For all you know, I've gained 150 pounds and lost all my
teeth and hair. So, I've attached a recent photo. If you're
interested, let me know. XXXOOO, Cheryl."
Andy's response was predictable. He said he was already hard
just thinking about it, and he had already jacked off to my photo
four times. After breaking the ice, all our e-mails were hot and
erotic. He described exactly what he wanted to do to me, how
often he wanted to do it, and where he wanted to do it. For my
part, I let him know that he had better bring some viagra with
him because I intended to exhaust every bit of life his cock had
in it.
In one e-mail, Andy described in hot detail how he was
going to make me cum on his tongue more times than I could count.
"When you're cumming and your pussy is contracting and
throbbing, I'm going to mount you, Honey, shove your legs back
against your big tits, and ram my cock in your hot box." I was
rubbing my clit as I read Andy's hot message.
He told me we were going to use every position in the book.
His e-mail said he was dying to fuck me in reverse cowgirl
position. I hadn't heard the term before and didn't know what it
meant. When I asked him for an explanation, he described the
position in graphic terms... me riding him facing his feet,
either bent over so he could see his cock sinking in and out my
pussy as I fucked him or leaning back against his chest with my
legs wide open. As I read the e-mail, my pussy was dripping
before I was halfway through his description.
Andy informed me that when I was bent over his legs, I could
expect to have my sexy ass spanked each time I pumped my pussy up
and down on his cock. God... he had me cumming when I read that.
He said that the photos of my gaping hole filled with his thick
shaft when I leaned back against his chest with my legs wide open
were going to be pics men would be jerking off to for years. My
pussy never stopped throbbing when I read his e-mail messages.
I just couldn't wait to get to Vegas and get this hot stud into
bed with me.
When I told Chris I wanted to try fucking in reverse cowgirl
position, he got a quizzical look on his face. I knew he was
wondering where I had gotten the idea. That night my randy stud
husband gave my pussy a royal plowing. I just couldn't stop
cumming. I came three times ... one climax right after the
other... over and over. My pussy and clit were contracting and
throbbing so damn hard! When I bent over his legs and he
started spanking me, I squirted all over his cock, his balls, and
the bed sheets.
When I told Andy in my next e-mail how many times I had cum
when Chris fucked me in reverse cowgirl position, his return
e-mail asked me if my husband had finger fucked my ass when I was
riding him. I told him no and was informed by Andy that I could
expect to cum more than three times when he gave it to me in
Vegas. He also told me that he would have his fingers in my ass
while he was fucking me.
==================================== Vegas Vacation,
April 7-12, 2009:
Grand Canyon Excursion:
After touching down at 11:30 AM on Tuesday at McCarren
International Airport in Las Vegas, Cheryl and I collected our
luggage and hurried to the car rental agency to pick up our
reserved car for the 5-hour drive to the Grand Canyon were we had
reservations for the night. We planned to spend a day seeing the
Canyon and the sights and then head back to Vegas on Wednesday.
To say we were both hyper and on a sexual high would have been
a gross understatement. My cock repeatedly got hard whenever I
thought about the upcoming vacation, which meant I was hard 80%
or so of the time. Whenever I slipped my hand between Cheryl's
thighs, I found the crotch of her slacks or jeans wet, which
meant her panties and pussy had to be dripping constantly. Every
time she exposed her tits for me, her nipples were rock hard and
distended with the hot anticipation of what was to come.
We passed several big semi's during the first half hour of the
trip. Every single time, I could see the driver looking down
into our car and checking out the big-titted, hot woman in the
passenger seat. I didn't have the slightest doubt that they all
wanted to fuck her.
Even so, I was still surprised when after passing another big
truck, Cheryl stretched out in the seat with her legs extended,
her ass near the edge of the seat, and began to slowly move her
hand over her pussy. "Every one of the those truck drivers is
staring at me, Chris. You know that that they want to strip your
wife naked and fuck her, don't you?"
"I know. I've been wondering if they're getting hard from
looking at you as we pass them."
"Oh god... that thought just has me creaming my panties,
Honey."
"Which thought? That they all want to fuck you or that they're
probably hard from looking down at you?"
"Both, but mainly that they want to stick their cocks in my
pussy and fuck me hard." Cheryl rubbed her crotch harder.
"The next time we approach a semi, will you take out your tits
and flash him?"
"Ooohhh yesss! I thought you'd never ask. I've been dying to
show them my tits ever since we left Vegas."
"If they honk or some thing, should I stop at a rest stop so
they can fuck you?"
"Oh shit... that's so damn hot... those big studs pulling off
my panties and making me spread so they can get into me....
ooohhhh so fucking hot!"
Within five minutes we were rapidly gaining on a large
18-wheeler. "Take your tits out, Honey. That driver is going to
want to see them." Since my wife was braless and wearing a dress
with two straps over her shoulders that already exposed a lot of
her tits, all she had to do was just pull the dress off to the
side and both 36DD globes surged out. Even so, she almost tore
her dress she was so anxious to get her tits out.
I slowed the car somewhat to give me time to look her over
before pulling abreast of the semi. Her nipples were rock hard
and distended almost an inch. She was breathing so hard in her
excitement, both tits were heaving. I got hard as stone and knew
the trucker soon would be. Reaching over, I rolled her nearest
nipple between my fingers... tugged on it... twisted it
erotically. My wife's hips began to grind sensuously as soft
moans escaped her mouth.
"You ready, Honey? Ready to show them off to the trucker?"
"Oh god yes! Hurry! Do it!"
"Pull your dress higher on your thighs." My wife moaned as she
raised herself off the seat and pulled her skirt up around her
hips.
"Is this high enough, Chris? Can they see me?"
"I'm sure they can, Honey. Here we go." I speeded up and
overtook the semi very quickly. When I was almost abreast of the
cab, I slowed and almost matched our speeds, except I was going
just slightly faster. Slowly, very slowly, we gained on the
truck. Out of the corner of my eye, I could my wife's big tits
heaving with excitement as we slowly pulled along side of the
cab. At that point, I matched our speeds and stayed right next
to him.
The truck driver glanced to his left to see why the car along
side didn't go ahead and pass. When he turned his head in our
direction, he was irritated, but as soon as he saw Cheryl's huge
tits, his anger vanished to be replaced with hot lust. When she
cupped her tits and smiled at him, the guy grinned and gave her a
big "thumbs" up. Carefully, he moved his truck closer to us so
he could look straight down at her. With her legs spread, I knew
that he was getting a great view of her legs and maybe her
panties.
I had to keep my eyes locked on the highway so as not to swerve
into the truck. "What's he doing now?" I asked my wife.
"Just would you would expect him to be doing. He's looking at
your wife's tits and panties, Honey.... MMMmmmmm... now he's
motioning for me to spread wider."
"How's he doing that?" I asked.
"He's putting his hands together and them moving them apart."
"Are you going to do to it?"
"I already have, Chris. I'm pretty much wide open for him."
Cheryl arched her ass off the seat and thrust her pussy into
the air. Two loud blasts of the trucker's horn signaled his
appreciation. She pumped her pussy in fuck motions, and got
three more horn blasts from the trucker.
"Now what's he doing?"
"He's signaling, but I don't know for what. Making motions
with his hands. I think he wants me to take off my panties,
Chris."
I felt like I was close to cumming in my pants. "Are you going
to do it?"
"It's up to you, Honey. Do you want your wife to take off her
panties and let the nice trucker see her pussy?"
"Yes!" I growled hardly recognizing my own voice.
Again, Cheryl raised her ass and this time pulled her panties
down her thighs. She sat up, pulled them over her heels, and
waved them at the trucker who was now looking down at my wife's
naked pussy. She already had her fingers on her clit rubbing it
frantically as her ass pumped up and down in hot fuck motions.
Her mouth spread open; her tongue shot out and flicked over her
top lip. I saw her pumping two fingers in and out of her hole
while her thumb strummed over her engorged, throbbing clitoris.
"I'm finger fucking it, Honey. He's watching me. Do you think
he's jacking off?"
"Hell yes, he is," I groaned as my cock throbbed. I wanted to
do what I was sure the truck driver was doing.
I stayed along side of the semi until I heard Cheryl groaning.
Then, as I speeded up and pulled away from the truck, the driver
gave us a 5-horn salute with his truck's air horn.
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We arrived at the Grand Canyon south rim around 6 PM, and after
a brief drive through the area and taking few pictures on the
edge of the canyon, we went out to dinner and checked into the
hotel room.
After showing off her tits and pussy to the truck driver,
Cheryl was more than ready for sex, and so was I. In fact,
during dinner, the image of the trucker staring at her big tits
and jacking off kept me hard throughout the entire meal.
Once we got to our room, I couldn't get her out of her clothes
fast enough. "Take it easy, Stud. There's no rush."
"I'm so damn hot for you, I can't help it," I moaned.
"That's the way I like my husband... hard and hot for me. I
hope you're ready, Baby, cause I'm going to fuck your brains out
tonight."
Over the next two hours, we did our best to fuck each other
into the mattress. I loved the sight of my wife's big tits
bouncing back and forth when I pressed her knees back on either
side of her tits and hammered my cock deep into her pussy. I
also loved the way she kept begging me to fuck her harder...
deeper.
At one point, when she had her legs wrapped around me thrusting
her pussy onto my cock, I whispered, "This is what that truck
driver wanted to do to you, Honey."
I felt her vagina contract hard around my dick when I said
that. She began to moan even louder and gasped, "Fuck me, Stud.
Don't pay any attention to my husband. Let him drive the car,
Lover... just ram it into me!" Her pussy began to convulse and I
shot off into her hot hole.
After two hours of nearly non-stop sex, we were both exhausted
and fell into a deep, peaceful sleep.
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Wednesday, April 8th:
The following morning, we awoke pretty early, and, after a
brief breakfast, we were off to the Canyon for more sightseeing
by 8 :00 AM. And what a sight it was! Everyone has seen
photographs of the Grand Canyon, but to truly appreciate its
awesome beauty, it has to be seen for real. The huge breadth of
the Canyon is beyond belief. At some points, it is a mile from
one rim to the other. The depth is so great that the Colorado
River at the bottom, when it can be seen, appears to be no more
than a trickle of water.
Standing near the rim is a breathtaking and fearsome
experience. There are no guard rails. Take two steps near the
rim, and you're perfectly safe. Take a third, and you plummet to
your death in the canyon far below. Without exaggeration, it is
a never-to-be-forgotten sight.
However, having said that, I have to tell you that the
beautifully erotic sight of my sexy, perfect wife posing topless
on the edge of the Canyon was something else. The shock and awe
of her incredibly sexy tits made the Grand Canyon pale in
comparison.
After some urging, I got her to stand as close to the edge as
we dared and then moved in to get a close-up shot of her 36DD
cannons pointing straight at the Canyon, her nipples hard and
erect against the early-morning cool breeze, and her sensuous,
full lips that were obviously made to circle a hard cock. It was
a cock-hardening photo if there ever was one.
I took several other hot photos of my wife showing off her tits
at various points around the Canyon before we called it a day and
headed back to Vegas in time for her to meet Andy that evening.
Here's one that brought a smile to our faces:
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We made good time getting back to Vegas and dropping off the
rental car. We even had time to visit the Hoover Damn, which was
fun and cool, but nothing as awesome as my wife changing in the
front seat of the car. She took her time... getting completely
naked before she seductively dressed in clothes more appropriate
to Vegas rather than to the Grand Canyon.
By about 5:00, we were checked into our hotel room at the MGM
and heading down stairs for a brief dinner. By 6:00, my wife was
getting ready for her first date with Andy, and I was in the
Casino wasting time, allowing her to get ready. When she called
me on my cell, I hurried upstairs, more than just a little
anxious to see what Cheryl intended to wear for her date with
Andy.
It was awesome. I got hard as stone as soon as I saw my wife.
She was wearing a leopard print top that hugged every one of her
ample curves. There were two straps up her front and around her
neck that held the top up. It had two pieces of cloth that just
barely covered her nipples. The V-neck didn't even start until
it was about two-thirds of the way down her tits. There was no
bra... 36DD tits and no bra! Even more amazing is the fact that
she didn't need one. Her tits thrust forward like twin artillery
pieces. Below her tits, the top hugged her rib cage and her slim
waist. Her black skirt was short... really short ending before
it was halfway down her thighs. She wore dark, thigh-high
stockings and heels.
I moved to take her in my arms... fully intending to get her on
the bed and fuck her ass off. Before I could even begin, she
pushed me back with a smile. "Don't muss me up, Honey. Andy
wouldn't be pleased. He gets first shot at me tonight. You'll
just have to wait until he's finished... then you can have a
turn." My dick got even harder at her words.
At 7:30 we went to the West Wing Bar inside our hotel and were
having a couple of cocktails to �loosen up�. Every man in the
bar was staring at Cheryl, and I knew everyone of them assumed
that the hot, sexy female was an escort I had hired. Cheryl was
squirming in her seat. It was obvious that her pussy was gushing
with all the male attention and the anticipation of her imminent
hot date with Andy. She knew that every man in the bar wanted to
fuck her. More importantly, she knew that Andy was going to do
exactly that.
At 8:00, Andy met us in the bar, and sat next to my beautiful
wife. After a few somewhat uncomfortable moments of polite
conversation, I left them alone to enjoy their evening. I was
little uneasy, nervous, even bordering on nausea, but forced
myself to walk away. I soon found myself at a roulette wheel,
with a strong kamikaze and a hand full of chips, trying to not
think about what my wife was doing at that very minute. With my
cock hard as stone and throbbing, I wasn't having any success.
I was paying virtually no attention to whether I was winning or
losing. I would place a bet blindly thinking only about whether
Andy was now playing with my wife's tits or if had his fingers
inside her pussy. The other players could see my disinterest in
the game. They all assumed that I was so rich, the money must
not mean anything to me.
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Andy and I flirted a little bit at the table as Chris walked
away. I touched his face and told him how wonderful it was to
see him after 12 years. He expressed the same feelings and was
looking me up and down saying "Mmmmm�." Over and over. He leaned
in and kissed me on the lips right at our little dark bar table.
As our lips worked together, his tongue exploring deep inside my
mouth and then, a moment later, my tongue pushing into his,
Andy's hand was busy down below. He already had his hand under
my short skirt shoving it even higher.
"Lift your ass a little, Cheryl," he whispered in my ear. That
caused my pussy to throb. I didn't hesitate a moment. As my ass
lifted off the seat, Andy pushed my skirt all the up to my hips.
Even as his kisses continued and his hand explored my thigh and
hip, I opened my eyes to see that several men were staring openly
as Andy's hand worked over my thigh. They had seen me come in
with Chris... now Andy was all over me. My pussy gushed.
He never took his mouth off mine. The kiss grew harder...
deeper... his tongue driving further and further into my wide
open mouth. Pulling back just slightly, Andy hissed, "Open your
legs, Cheryl. Spread wide!"
I felt like a total slut opening my legs right there in bar
with a half dozen men staring at us. But Andy had me so hot...
so wet... I felt my legs spreading almost of their own accord.
My pussy was giving the commands now... not my brain... and my
pussy said "Spread wide", and I did.
As soon as my legs were open, Andy's hand moved between my
thighs onto my panties. I felt my hips arch upward off the seat
to press myself against his probing fingers... and probe they
did... OOoohhh god! One finger was tracing the length of my
slit... up and down... from my ass to the clit... back and forth.
He had me panting. Then, those probing fingers slipped beneath
the edge of my panties onto my naked gushing pussy.
"AAahhhhh... uummmmmm," I heard myself moan. Another finger
joined the first. I moaned again. Then, both fingers found my
opening and easily slid inside me. I was soaked and they had no
problems entering my hot hole.
"AAAHHHHH! OOOHHHHH GOD!"
Another moan, then a cry, "No... don't stop," escaped my lips
when Andy pulled his fingers out of my vagina. My cry not to
stop was suddenly replaced with a hissing gasp of intense
pleasure that caused my pelvis to arch upward when both fingers
moved to my clitoris and began to rub it in slow, tantalizing
circles.
Every man around was watching me as I tried unsuccessfully to
gain control of my body. My hips pumped. A series of soft
grunts poured out of my mouth as Andy worked me higher and
higher. I was helpless.
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I placed a bet on the "zero" on the roulette wheel simply
because the "O" made me think about my wife's hot hole. As I
pressed the chip down on the hole... I mean the "O"... I wondered
if anything was being pressed into my wife's real hole.
"Probably not," I thought. "It's too soon. He won't be inside
her yet."
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I was about to cum right there in the bar. "Ooohhhh god,
Andy," I moaned. "Not here. I'm about to cum. Please."
Like a gentleman, Andy pulled his finger from my throbbing
vagina that was right on the brink of exploding in hard
convulsions. As soon as he had done exactly what I had pleaded
with him to do, I thought, "You Bastard... why did you stop?"
I was so wildly excited, I could feel my body shuddering... my
pussy gushing and throbbing with need. "Your turn," my hot lover
said. I didn't have to ask him what he meant.
Beneath the table, my hand sought out his cock. It was easy to
find as he was hard as stone, his cock thrusting against his
jeans. If were possible for a man's cock to tear open his pants
to get out, Andy's would have ripped his pants wide open right
then... right there.
Lowering my head below the top of the table, I pressed my face
against his bulge... then my tongue. I couldn't resist licking
it. I had no idea whether any one could see me doing it or not.
Even though I was embarrassed, my pussy still hoped some or all
of the men could see me licking Andy's cock through his pants.
"Take it out. Suck on it a little and then we'll leave," I
heard Andy ordering. As I unzipped him, I couldn't help but
think how unfair this was to Chris. If he had been with me and
ordered me to suck his cock, I would have refused, but here I was
about to suck Andy's cock and was so eager to get it out and do
it, my hands were trembling as I worked on his pants. I spent a
brief moment salving my conscience by telling myself that from
now on, that was going to change. If my husband told me to suck
him, I was damn well going to suck him! The next moment, I had
Andy's cock out. It was hard, erect, and seeping precum. That
was all my pussy could think about at the moment.
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I had lost my bet on the "O". This time I placed a bet on the
"1" because the "1" made me think about Andy's stiff cock about
to go into one of my wife's holes. As I pressed the chip down on
the "1", I wondered if Andy's real "1" was already in one of my
wife's hot holes. Once again, I thought, "Probably not. It's
too soon. He won't have gotten his cock into her yet. They're
probably still in the bar."
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Andy was as hot as I was and only let me suck him for less than
a minute. He pulled my head up by my hair, fastened his pants
and said, "Time to go, Honey. We need to take this some where
more private."
For awhile, we walked around the casino before going upstairs
for the real adventure. I saw Chris at the roulette table and
immediately pulled Andy in the opposite direction.
We walked continuously smiling and checking each other out. I
was blazing hot, and every woman we passed was checking out
Andy's tented pants. We stopped and got a few jello shots as we
were walking. The attraction, anticipation, and horniness was so
strong that we did not walk around too long before deciding it
was time to head up to the room.
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I was about to place another bet when I saw Andy and Cheryl
entering one of the elevators just outside the casino. He had
his hand on her ass rubbing it as they waited for the elevator
doors to open. The hand continued its motion over her buttocks.
When the doors finally opened and they entered, his hand was
under her short skirt. I wondered if it was already inside my
wife's panties. "Probably not." I thought. When I looked up, I
noticed the woman beside me staring at my pants where my
painfully hard erection was more than obvious. When she looked
up, she saw my eyes on her tits. Thinking that she was the cause
of my problem, she smiled at me and said softly, "If my husband
weren't here, I would love to take care of that problem for you."
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Andy's hands were under my panties stroking my ass when we
walked onto the empty elevator. As we were heading up to the
12th floor, he leaned in and kissed me again against the corner
and said he could not wait to put his dick inside of me. He
quickly broke the kiss and knelt in front of me. I didn't have
to be told to spread my legs. I not only spread for him, I also
pulled my short skirt up to my belly to give him access.
Andy had my panties pulled to one side in an instant. The next
instant, he had his face buried in my pussy, his tongue working
feverishly on my swollen and throbbing clitoris. One more
instant later, he had me humping against his tongue. Just before
the elevator doors opened, I had my second climax... this one
much harder than the first one I had had while sucking him in the
bar.
We made it to the room without him fucking me in the hallway,
which I half expected him to do. We pulled our shoes off first.
A moment later, we embraced and kissed... hard... deep...
passionately. I unbuttoned his shirt and told him to lay back on
the bed. He was on the bed immediately. I undid his pants and
slid them off before he laid down completely. His dick was rock
hard. It looked like a steel bar sticking up from his groin.
Leaning over him, I ran my tongue up and down the length of his
throbbing shaft. He groaned with intense pleasure each time my
tongue made the trip from his balls to the pulsing cock head.
Taking it into my mouth, I wrapped my lips around it and slid
my mouth all the way down to his shaft. "OH fucking christ...
that's good! Suck me, Cheryl. Suck me!" he moaned. His hot
gasps that came every time I deep throated his surging rod had me
hot as fire again.
When his cock began to swell and jerk, I removed my mouth,
pulled my tits out of my top, and rubbed his wet, hard, shiny
cock against, between, and on my nipples. He moaned with
pleasure as his prick jerked and pulsed between my tits. I
opened my mouth wide to accommodate my lover if he decided to
unload his cum.
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I was now wandering aimlessly around the casino. Dropping a
chip on the craps table... then one on a blackjack table. I sat
at the bar, had a drink, and dropped a few more chips to tip the
big-titted cocktail waitress. But as big as her tits were, they
weren't a match for my wife's. It had been almost an hour since
I had left Andy and Cheryl in the West Wing Bar. I had seen them
on their way to our room. He now had her in bed... that was
certain. Was she sucking him? Did he have his tongue in her hot
pussy? Was he fucking her? Missionary? Doggie? Side saddle?
Reverse Cowgirl? In her ass? God! I was going crazy! I needed
to cum.
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Andy flipped me over on to my back and buried his face into my
wet, throbbing pussy. My vagina exploded in a hard climax
immediately.... my third of the evening. Juices spurted all over
Andy's face. He just pushed his tongue into my gushing hole even
deeper.
"OOOHHHHH god! That's sooo damn good. Suck me! Suck my
married pussy, Lover.... Aaaahhhh... fuckkk ... you're making me
cummmmmmmm.... suck meeeeee!"
He fingered me with two fingers and continuously flicked my
clit with his tongue over and over until I couldn't stand it any
longer. I came explosively all in his mouth as spurt after spurt
fired out of my convulsing vagina. He had told me to be sure to
tell him as I came, so I made sure I did.
"Oh God, Andy, that feels so fucking good. I am going to come
all over your face right now!"
"Mmmm�.yes, do it," he lifted up to say. He shoved his tongue
back onto my clit, and a moment later, my juices were drenching
him.
After my intense orgasm had abated, he rose up, and I helped
him with the condom. His cock was jerking so much and so hard, I
had trouble rolling it down his shaft. As soon as I had it on
him, he pushed me onto the bed on my back and instantly shoved it
into my pussy. His hard dick pounded my pulsing hole again and
again. Each time he entered me, his pubic bone hammered against
my clitoris causing the room to be filled with the hot moans of
an excited female about to cum again.
He had only been fucking me for a couple of minutes, but
already my feet were planted solidly on the bed thrusting my sex
hole upward every time he slammed his meat into me. His hand
rammed under my ass to keep my hole in fucking position. He
pumped me... hard... again and again. I was about to cum for the
fourth time, and I could tell that Andy was nearing the end of
his endurance. He had already been pleasuring me for over an
hour. I was amazed, pleased, and throbbing with my need to cum
again. I wanted it to be as good for him as he was making it for
me.
At almost the same time, we both said, "Fuck the condom!" We
pulled it off, threw it on the floor, and fucked like crazy �
throwing caution to the wind. Not the smartest, but it felt
amazing! He shoved it all the way in as far as it would go and
fucked me until he pulled out and exploded all around my pussy,
but not before I had my fourth orgasm all over his dick.
We laid there in silence for a few minutes, just taking it in.
I loved the feeling of his semen seeping out of my well-fucked
pussy and the slickness of it as I ran my hand over my mound and
down my sex trench. Rolling over, I took his cock between my
lips and sucked him in all the way, cleaning every inch of his
meat. In less than a couple of minutes, I could feel him getting
hard and stiff again inside my mouth.
"I don't think I've satisfied this hot cock of yours, Honey," I
said with a grin just before I again took his now hardening
length back inside my mouth. When I pushed my fingers into his
anus, his cock surged to full erection. It was obvious that we
had to fuck again. There was no way we could quit now.
He told me to get into doggy position, and I obliged. He was
already hard as iron again and had no trouble shoving it right
in. At the same time as he drove it into my pussy, my ass slid
all the way back to the base of his cock. We fucked like this
for a while until we got into missionary position and fucked some
more.
We each had one more orgasm, his second and my fifth. This
time, Andy shot his entire load deep inside my convulsing vagina
as I howled in ecstasy. When he was about to unload in me, I
pulled my legs all the way back against my tits to make my pussy
a perfect target. He grunted and growled with hot male
satisfaction when his cum pumped again and again and again into
my waiting sex pit.
When it was over, we were both a sweaty mess. My vagina was
full of his cum. His cock was covered with the mixed juices of
our sex, and we were both dripping with sweat.
We got dressed, cleaned up a bit, and went downstairs. We
walked around the casino a bit more, and he did a little
after-sex gambling. As I was sure Chris was ready to fuck me,
and it was getting late, Andy and I said our goodbyes to each
other � smiling at the thought of another wild-fucking night a
few nights later.
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When Cheryl called me I ran to the room so fast I could have
qualified for a track meet. As soon as I got in the room, I was
pulling off my clothes, pushing her back on the bed, and burying
my face into her recently-fucked pussy. I just couldn't get
enough of her. I might have been this hot for a woman at some
time in my life, but I didn't think so.
Cheryl was obviously a little out of it from the jetlag, the
long drive from the Canyon, and from two solid hours of non-stop
fucking from Andy. Nevertheless, she took care of my needs
beautifully letting me slide into her as she howled with hot
pleasure. I fucked her hard... fast... deep until she had an
explosive orgasm... her sixth of the night, but I didn't know
that at the time. A moment after I felt her pussy contracting in
hard spasms, I pulled out and exploded on her stomach, arms,
pussy, and lower exposed portions of her beautiful tits.
I was so turned on, my cock stayed hard as I kissed her
passionately and moved to the desk in the room to review the
pictures that were taken during the marathon fuck session with
Andy. I was not disappointed.
The pictures illustrated the penetration, both with the condom
on and without. There were clear shots of the sucking and the
fingering. I masturbated furiously as I clicked on one file
after another. After coming, Cheryl urged me to bed where I
massaged her tired body until she passed out from the days
events.
I, on the other hand, was entirely too jacked up on adrenaline
to sleep. Throughout the night, I would fall asleep very briefly
only to be awakened by my throbbing erection. I ended up
masturbating to two more orgasms during the night.
In the early morning hours, Cheryl woke up and we made love
again. As we fucked, I continuously asked her about all the
details of the night before... what happened in the bar after I
left... did he play with her? Did she suck him? Was he good in
bed. How many times did he make her cum. (I was shocked when
she told me she had had five orgasms with him.) Naturally, I
wanted to know how big his cock was... she said about the same
size as mine. My wife wasn't born yesterday, you know.
After we both came hard again, she made her way to the shower
to get ready for the day, while I laid in bed and masturbated yet
again while reviewing the pictures and mental images from the
night before.
Once it was my turn to enter the shower, I couldn�t resist the
temptation and the arousal and had to masturbate again. I came
very hard and long each time, and though a frequent self abuser
with my right hand while thinking of my wife, 6 times in less
than 8 hours was a record. Though I didn�t get to watch first
hand, listen, video tape, or join in, I still knew that I would
never forget this night.
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Thursday, April 9, 2009:
The following morning, we slept until almost 9 AM after which
we both took a quick shower and got dressed. Cheryl, as usual,
couldn't decide what to wear. I kept telling her that she looked
awesome in whatever she wore, but that never has any effect with
a beautiful woman who always wants to look even better.
Finally, she came out of the large bathroom wearing a
skin-tight, black top and nothing else. "What do you think,
Honey? Would this be too much?"
"You're not going to wear a skirt or panties?" I asked stunned.
I was preparing myself for her to say "Why? I think this looks
really hot.", but she said, "Of course, I'm going to wear a skirt
and maybe panties. Something tight...something really short for
the skirt. I just want your opinion about how this looks for the
top."
My cock was so damn hard I wanted to forget breakfast and fuck
this woman... hard! ... deep! But controlling my carnal urges...
just barely, I said, "Unbelievable! Just fucking unbelievable!
You look awesome. It even looks like I can see your nipples
through that top. Are you wearing a bra?"
My wife gave me a seductive smile. "Do you think I'm wearing a
bra, Honey?"
I don't know. Pull down that top and show me."
"Sexy stud. Is this what you want to see, Lover?" With one
smooth motion, Cheryl pulled her top below her tits.
"My cock is hard as stone just looking at you. I can't decide
whether to look at your tits or your pussy. My god but you are
one delicious woman."
"MMmmmmm... That's the answer I was looking for. This is it
then. Just take a second to put on a skirt, and we'll be off for
breakfast." I tried to stay calm and just relax but without a
lot of success.
We took in some sites, enjoyed some good food, and saw a couple
shows that Vegas that have made Vegas famous. Cheryl looked
absolutely amazing. The skirt she had selected just barely
covered her ass. Every man we passed couldn�t help but stare at
her beauty, and I was proud that every last one of them wished
they were me if only for a night.
After we got back to our room that night we made love again.
As my cock sank in and out of her hot, lubricated, and squishing
pussy, I again began to talk about the details of the night
before. Cheryl had two very powerful orgasms, back to back, as I
made comments like, "Did he fuck you hard?" "Did you cum on his
cock when he rammed it in?" "Was he fucking you deep and hard
when you were coming?" "When he was fucking you, was it fast?
or slow and hot?" "Was his cock big? How big is he?"
After her first two rapid succession and powerful orgasms, I
came hard in her tight wet pussy with her legs up on my shoulders
and my cock buried as deep as I could go.
After a few moments of catching my breath, I started a very
slow and rhythmic in and out motion, where the head of my cock
pops in and out of her tight pussy. This always drives her crazy
with fuck lust. That, combined with sucking on her perfect
nipples, had Cheryl exploding in another orgasm very quickly. I
continued to fuck her until I had put another load inside her.
Rolling off my wife's still shuddering body, we cuddled up
together and fell asleep.
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Friday, April 10, 2009:
As with the day before, when we woke up and were still nestled
up against each other. I soon found my lips leaving gentle
kisses across her neck and breasts before sucking her nipples
into my mouth. Very soon after that I was again inside her wet
hot pussy with my throbbing cock, and we were coming together.
As with the previous morning I couldn�t resist masturbating in
the shower again, even calling Cheryl into watch as I shot my
come high into the air before it landed all over me as the hot
water cascaded over me.
Our morning and day�s activities where much like the previous
day, taking in a couple of shows and enjoying the sites. During
the afternoon, we went for a walk to see the Belagio fountain.
All the way there and back, Cheryl had an obvious fan club
checking her out. A number of guys approached us to ask if we
would like to go to a hot club. Although Cheryl didn't accept
any of the numerous invitations she got from the men, it was
apparent that she was really turned on by the whole scene. On
the way back, we stopped at a shop so Cheryl could get a
temporary tramp stamp, i.e. a fake tattoo on her lower back.
The main excitement of the day for me came that evening when
Cheryl dressed herself in an incredibly awesome dress that really
showed of her incredible tits, long beautiful legs, and delicious
ass.
As we walked through the lobby of the MGM, every man and many
of the women turned to stare, the men with hot lust, the women
with envy. We were having dinner in one of the 5-star dining
room on the mezzanine level, so I was walking in the direction of
the elevators when Cheryl stopped and said, "Let's take the
stairs," with a huge grin on her face. At first, I was confused,
but when she started up the stairs ahead of me, her dress hiked
up over her ass exposing half of it. Several men quickly moved
in front of me to follow my wife up the stairs.
By the time I got to the second level, she was talking to two
of them. When I approached, she said, "Sorry guys. Looks my
husband decided to have dinner with me after all. Maybe another
time." They both had long faces as my wife took my arm, and we
walked into the restaurant. I felt like a guy who had just won
the lottery.
It was incredibly awesome to be able to look at her and just
see the sexuality drip from her very core. The waiters were
trying to look down her dress. Men at adjoining tables were
stealing glances under our table on any pretext to see between my
wife's spread legs.
The shows we saw that evening ran very late. When we finally
returned to our hotel, we were quite tired, but still couldn�t
pass up the opportunity to make love again that night. It was
slow and powerful. We both came hard and held each other as our
sex organs quivered together.
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Saturday, April 11, 2009:
In spite of the near continuous day and night poundings my wife
was getting, she was still hot and ready for me Saturday morning.
We were both determined to make the most of our last day in
Vegas. The finale was that Andy was taking Cheryl out again
tonight.
Originally, they had decided that Cheryl would go to Andy�s
house, but that was something that I couldn�t handle all that
well. Cheryl was very considerate of my feelings and was able to
arrange for Andy to again meet her at the MGM. Once more, they
would be using our room.
While I was very happy that my wife would be close by, I was
still very disappointed that I wouldn't be able to watch or join
in. Cheryl was very blunt in explaining why. "I'm really sorry,
Honey. But the sad fact is that Andy wouldn't be able to get it
up and perform if you were present. Husbands have a way of
turning otherwise virile and randy men into impotent wimps.
"In that case, how about letting me hide in the closet so I can
at least listen to him fucking you while I jack off?"
"It would really inhibit me if you were in the closet, Chris.
I just couldn't be as slutty and as hot if you were there, and
Andy would certainly know something was wrong."
Since it was still morning and the main even wasn�t till much
later that evening, we went out and saw a few more shows. While
walking through the Planet Hollywood Hotel Casino, we passed a
Frederick�s of Hollywood, where I easily persuaded Cheryl to buy
something hot for the evening�s activities. It was a sensational
outfit, a red bodice type top that really made her awesome tits
look like they were being served on a platter. It had a see
through back and sides, and clips for her stockings. The outfit
included a hot red G-string, but Cheryl opted to not wear any
panties. She knew as well as I did that she wouldn�t be wearing
them very long in either case.
I had been very worked up about this final encounter, really
wishing to be a part of it, or at least being able to hide and
listen, neither of which I was able to do. Instead, as Cheryl
went down to the bar to meet Andy, I ran to the far end of the
hotel and doubled back, attempting to spy on them as long as I
could. Anyone who has ever been in a Vegas Casino, especially
the MGM, knows there is no quick way to get anywhere. I was able
to get to the bar just as Andy and Cheryl were walking out.
I followed them for a while as they strolled, hand-in-hand,
through the casino, and then turned to walk out onto the Vegas
Strip. I continued my stalking from about 25 feet behind for
nearly three blocks. I then fought the urges in me to go and
take back what was mine, and instead found myself sitting in a
theater next to the MGM watching Fast & Furious 4.
I didn�t enjoy the movie as I was very nervous and excited, and
nearly having panic attacks every few minutes thinking about what
my sexy, hot wife was doing. Images of her being felt up,
kissed, stroked, licked, and stripped filled my mind. Once
stripped to her red outfit, more images of Andy sucking her pussy
and clit, fucking her mouth with his hard cock, fucking her in a
variety of positions, and then in her ass raced through my head.
My cock was raging hard. I had to fight the urge to take it out
and jack off right there in the theater.
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I met Andy at the same bar on the bottom floor of our hotel
since it was an easy meeting spot for both of us. We both walked
in at the same time, each of us with a smiling, devilish grin on
our face. We briefly hugged and he leaned in for a quick kiss,
followed by a, "Damn Girl�.you look hot" comment. I told him how
sexy he looked too.
After a brief exchange, we decided we would go for a walk on
the strip rather than go straight for the room. This time he
took my hand in his and walked with me down the strip. He smiled
and commented on how much fun it was to hold my hand while
walking down the strip "looking so hot." We were going to walk
to the Jimmy Buffet�s Margaritaville Restaurant, but decided that
was too much of a hike, and settled on the Paris Hotel and Casino
(the building that resembles the Eiffell Tower).
We walked in and he first said he had to go to the bathroom.
We walked over near the bathroom and he stopped and leaned his
back against the wall. I wasn�t sure what he was doing. I said,
"Didn�t you say you have to go to the bathroom?" He said. "Yes,
in just a second," and then pulled me into him for another hug
and kiss. This time, his tongue drove deeply into my mouth and
his hands slipped under my skirt to my bare pussy.
"Hot Damn! No panties," he hissed with hot masculine pleasure.
A moment later, he had me hissing with hot female pleasure when
his fingers probed my slit... then my hot hole... and finally,
before he broke the kiss, my dancing clitoris.
After Andy had used the men's room, we went to the bar and sat
down. He ordered a beer for himself and a margarita for me.
This is where the really sexy stuff began for the night. He was
sitting on my left and when I turned my head to the right for
just a second, I felt him cup and gently squeeze my left breast,
followed by an, "Mmmmmm, you�re so sexy. I can�t take my eyes
off your breasts." Several men at the bar were watching all the
action, a fact that had my pussy seeping almost immediately.
Andy continued to play with my tits. When I turned towards
him, his other hand began rubbing the outside of my clothes by my
pussy. "You are so hot down there, I can feel the wetness." He
wasn't the only one who could feel it. With no panties on, my
thighs and probably the back of my skirt were becoming very wet.
I was so turned on by this point that I didn't care who was
watching. I wanted to feel his cock. Once I put my hands on his
bulge, there was no way I could tear them away. His cock was
bulging through his black slacks as I squeezed it.
At first, it started with just a gentle rubbing of his dick.
Then, I added a gentle rubbing of his balls. Finally, it almost
became a hand-job right through his pants right at the bar. I
thought he might surely cum right there.
We started laughing at how crazy we must have looked, but then
he said, "Well, if there is anywhere in the United States that
you could do this and it be acceptable, it�s going to be Vegas."
I�m fairly certain the Latino middle-aged bartender noticed as
he was just a tad too smiley when he glanced our way or spoke
with us. It got so hot and horny that we immediately decided
together it was time to take a fast walk back to the MGM. Andy
paid the tab, and we hustled out of there. We walked quickly to
get to the room. In fact, at one point, we were almost running.
We got in at the first floor. Once inside the elevator, he
kissed me and rubbed my naked, gushing pussy some more. By the
time the elevator reached the sixth floor, he had my skirt up
around my hips finger fucking me as I humped my hole on his
probing fingers like a hot slut, which is exactly the way I felt.
When the doors opened, they opened to the 5th floor and an old
Mexican housekeeper got in. We quickly stopped our fondling, but
only until she got off at the next floor. Once on the 12th
floor, we walked quickly to the hotel room. Andy didn�t hesitate
to flick on the lights as we walked in. The first night we were
together, we had only a dim lamp on. I figured he wanted more
light this time so I left it alone. It excited me to know that
he wanted to see my body and face while he was fucking me.
While Andy was removing his clothes, I let my skirt fall to the
floor and pulled off my top revealing the sexy lingerie and
thigh highs I had bought earlier in the day at Fredericks of
Hollywood. I could tell he really loved how hot and sensuous I
looked. He kept saying that I was the hottest, most beautiful
woman he had ever seen.
As it happened the first night he fucked me, I got Andy beside
the bed, knelt in front of him and began giving him a hot blow
job. I sucked the top half of his engorged cock and jerked the
rest as he thrust his organ in and out of my mouth. I couldn't
keep my free hand off my pussy... so as I sucked him, I
masturbated at the same time.
I needed more freedom to move, so I got Andy on his back on the
bed and bent over his him. His cock stood straight up... jerking
in the air. He couldn't keep his hips still he was so hot to get
his rod back inside my mouth. I sucked and licked on each
testicle while sliding my hand up and down really fast on his
cock. His thick shaft plunged in and out of my mouth, but he
wanted it deeper.
"Cheryl get on your back," he moaned. I thought he wanted to
start fucking me. I was wrong. Well, not completely... he did
want to fuck me, but not my pussy... he wanted to fuck my mouth
hole.
Once I was lying on my back, he pulled my head beyond the edge
so that it was tilted back. In this position, my mouth and
throat were aligned making it easy for Andy to mouth fuck me all
the way. He mounted me with his knees on either side of my head,
bent forward, and shoved his iron-hard dick against my mouth. I
opened wide and he sank into me. I was amazed when his balls
bounced off my chin... and then even more amazed as he mouth
fucked me fully... hard and fast.
As he fucked my mouth, I sucked him hard and frantically rubbed
my pussy with my hands. It was just too hot for him to last. I
could feel his cock swelling and throbbing wildly inside my mouth
as he plunged in and out of my throat. Finally, he couldn�t hold
back his orgasm any longer. Jerking his cock out of my mouth, he
shot everywhere... over my face, on my tits, and all over my red
top.
When Andy's balls were emptied, I said, "Now, its your turn,
Honey. You get on your back." He grinned and rolled over onto
his back so I could do exactly what he had asked earlier at the
bar, to straddle his face. He stayed in the same position on his
back and I rose up and sat directly on his face mashing my
gushing, wet pussy hard against his mouth.
Oh god! It was marvelous! That hot stud ate me out sooo soooo
good! Sucking my clit, flicking it with his tongue, fingering
me, and just sucking up all my juices. "God. You�re so fucking
sexy, girl," he said as I looked down at him directly into his
eyes as he watched my tits bounce up and down from the bottom. I
could tell he was really enjoying the view. He was enjoying
it... I was fucking loving it! My hot hole went into hard,
spastic contractions as my juices spurted all over Andy's face
and gushed into his mouth. I just came all over his face. We
both loved every second of it!
I stayed on Andy's face for awhile until my orgasm had ebbed
and my pussy was quivering instead of throbbing in hard
contractions. I turned around briefly into the 69 position
because I wanted his cock in my mouth again, and he seemed to
really enjoy sucking on my pussy. I knew I loved sucking his
cock and feeling him pulse and throb inside my mouth.
We sucked each other for a few more minutes before he got me
back into the doggy position and fucked me harder than before. I
was moaning continuously as his cock slammed in and out of my
eager pussy.
"Yeah, baby! You feel so fucking good!" he said as his rod
surged in and out of my waiting pussy. Every time he pulled
back, I groaned with the loss. Every time he slammed his meat
back into my wet hole, I wailed like a hot slut. Suddenly,
without warning, my vagina convulsed into another intense orgasm
as Andy fucked me right through it... pounding his cock in and
out of me like a raging stallion. There was nothing I could do
but grunt, moan, and take the hard fucking he was giving me.
"Get on your back, you hot Bitch. I'm going fuck your ass
right through the mattress," he ordered. I was on my back with
my legs spread wide for him in a second. He mounted me and shoved
it deep into my pulsing pussy. It went in deep... hard... fast.
"Can you feel how deep I am, Baby?"
"Mmmm�hmm�." I moaned with hot female pleasure.
He rammed me harder. I hissed as the orgasm surged through my
pussy. Andy felt me cumming and slammed his rod into my gushing
hole like a raging bull. Harder and harder... my orgasm
peaked...
Andy roared like a bull and shoved my legs up and back...
pressing my knees to the bed just outside of my heaving breasts.
Every thrust was pounding my ass deep into the mattress. I was
spurting all over his cock as he fucked his cock into me... the
squishing sounds our organs were making as Andy pumped my pussy
filled the room.
Andy grunted on every thrust bringing high-pitched squeals from
me each time his rod thudded against my womb. My fingers were on
my clitoris... rubbing it... as he fucked me.
I was shocked when I realized that I was about to explode in
yet another hard, throbbing orgasm. Andy was also at his limit.
When we both couldn�t stand it anymore, I told him I am going to
cum now all over him, and he said "Yes!" and proceeded with his
own explosive orgasm. He pulled out and shot everywhere. My
inner thighs, pussy, lingerie and tits. Juices were bubbling out
of my convulsing vagina.
He collapsed on top of my body as we both struggled to suck
much needed air into our lungs. Slowly, we quieted, our bodies
became still as our excitement ebbed, but Andy's cock was still
inside my pussy where it was slowly throbbing as my vagina pulsed
about him.
When we were again breathing normally, I told him to grab the
camera and take some pictures for my husband. He pushed himself
up on his arms and looked down at my cum-drenched body. We both
moaned softly when his cock pulled from the embrace of my still
twitching vagina.
Andy got the camera and stood at the foot of the bed. "Look at
the camera, Honey, spread your legs wide, and pull your pussy
open so Chris can see how cum-filled it is." I spread wide and
pulled myself open for the camera. Chris took the photo.
"Chris is going to love that shot, Cheryl. Let's get one more
for him that he can post on the internet if he wants to. Look
away from the camera. That's it. Now pull open your pussy lips
again." When I was in the position Andy wanted, he snapped
another pic.
"Great! Chris will probably post that one on the web, Honey.
Now, let's get some close-up shots of that hot pussy." Andy got
on the bed and while I stripped back the hood of my clit so it
would show clearly in the photo, he pulled my pussy open at the
bottom. My vagina trobbed when I heard the shutter of the camera
click.
"One more, Cheryl. Even closer this time. So the viewer can
see right into your hot, cum-filled pussy."
After that, we both got dressed, hugged and kissed, and agreed
not to let 12 years get by us again. For my part, I couldn't
wait to see Andy again and get his sexy cock up my now very eager
pussy.
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I was sitting at one of the bars nursing a drink, my dick still
hard as stone. There's a condition called priapism where a man's
cock gets hard and stays hard for over four straight hours. The
condition is serious as it can cause permanent injury to the
penis. I wondered if I needed to seek medical care. It was 1:00
AM, and I was wild with fuck lust for my wife.
Finally, my phone rang. It was my wife. I was amazed and more
than just a little pleased when she told me that Andy had just
left but her pussy was still throbbing. "I need your cock, Baby.
Hurry. Come fuck your hot, sutty wife. I'm going to have to
masturbate if you don't get here soon."
I again raced up to the room like a man possessed. As soon as
the door was closed, I was naked and between Cheryl's beautiful
thighs licking and sucking on her recently fucked and cum-filled
pussy. I struggled to get my tongue into her as deeply as
possible, licking up her juices and Andy's cum. Cheryl convulsed
in a hard orgasm in less than 10 minutes.
I was gasping as I bent her over the bed and ate her from
behind. She wailed even louder as her hole throbbed around my
tongue. When I pulled back, I watched in awe at the incredible
sight of her gaping vagina opening and closing, again and again,
in hard, spastic contractions, each one bringing squeals of hot
passion from my wife.
I couldn't wait another second! Standing up behind her, I
rammed my cock deep inside her throbbing fuck hole. The
squishing sound of entry made her moan and me grunt. I was
fucking her so hard, she was struggling to take the fierce
pounding I was giving her. After a few minutes, she was howling
and urging me to let her rest. I ignored her, of course.
I did decide to use a different position. Pulling out of her
hot hole, I flipped her over and went down on her once more.
This time, I made her relate what had transpired. In between
her gasps and moans, she tried to tell me about the way Andy had
fucked her, but another orgasm interrupted her tale, and she
began to groan as her pussy convulsed.
I had to cum. Not able to wait a second longer, I mounted her
incredible body and slammed my rigid, steel-hard cock deep in her
pussy and came instantly. At this point she was exhausted and
collapsed unmoving on the bed. However, I was still completely
stone hard, and masturbated to a second orgasm while looking at
my wife's totally fucked out cunt before drifting off to sleep.
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Aftermath:
We flew home on Sunday, April 12th. The trip was uneventful
and we arrived home safely that evening. The flight time passed
quickly because Cheryl and I used my laptop to record all the hot
events of our vacation as accurately as we could remember them.
A few days after our return, as Cheryl and I cuddled and kissed
in bed prior to what I hoped was going to be another wild, hot
sex session with my gorgeous wife, she pushed herself up on her
elbow and asked if we could talk about Vegas and what happened.
Since every time I even think about the events in Vegas, I get a
throbbing erection, I was eager to talk about it.
"Let me start, Honey," my wife said. "First, I think you know
I had a fantastic time. It was the most marvelous vacation I've
ever had, and you know the reason. The Grand Canyon was great.
The MGM was beautiful. The shows and the food were superb, but
we both know that it was the wildly hot sex that made the
vacation what it was. I just loved all those men lusting after
me... the truck drivers, the men on the street and in the hotels,
you, and, of course, Andy. Now that it's over, I need to know if
you're furious with me or if you regret having let me do all
those hot, slutty things. Do you and it's really important that
you tell me truth?"
"Hell no, I don't regret it. I'm delighted that you had a
great time. You know that."
"I thought so, but let me finish. Am I right in thinking that
you enjoyed the hot, slutty things I did just as much as I did?"
"You're absolutely right! I loved every second of it. Have
you thought about the number of times I fucked you... the number
of times I jerked off, not to mention how hard I fucked you?"
"MMMmmmm... Often, Lover. Often. Every time I was around you,
I was on pins and needles with excitement wondering when you
would decide to ravish me again. I thought the sex we had was
fantastic! So, I've been thinking a lot about what we did in
Vegas. Basically, I don't want it to end. It was just too
good... too hot... too enjoyable."
"Well, neither do I, but we don't have the time nor the money
to take vacations to Vegas every month. I wish we did, but we
don't."
"I know we can't go to Vegas every month, but then the reason
Vegas was fantastic was the sex... not Vegas itself. And we
don't have to go to Vegas to have that. We can manage that right
here at home."
"Go on," I said as I felt my cock beginning to rise.
"First, I want to have about 5 different guys available and
ready when I am. There! I've said it. Are you mad? Furious?
What?"
"I'm getting hard... very, very hard... that's what I am. But
why five? You want five men all at the same time?"
"No.. of course not... at least not yet," my wife said with a
seductive grin. "I want five because men always have things
coming up that interferes with sex plans. Remember when we
invited Bobby over for a repeat performance before we left on the
vacation, and he couldn't make it because of his work schedule?
If I have five guys available, we will almost always be able to
make sex plans with one of them. And eventually, I might want to
try more than one at a time."
"What five men? Have you already selected the guys?"
"Not all of them. So far, I've picked out three. One is
Bobby, of course. He's a randy stud. He excites me. Another is
Chris... you remember Chris? The guy from Atlanta that I dated
before we got married."
"You dated a lot of guys back then. Why Chris?"
"His cock, Honey. He's got a huge cock. Just fucking huge! I
never did like him all that much, but jezzz... when he stuck that
huge cock into me, I couldn't stop cumming. Anyway, he's number
two. Is that Ok with you?"
I just nodded. I was thinking about the fact that Cheryl's
parents live in Atlanta and during our kids' summer break, she
often takes them to visit their grandparents without me since I
can't get away from work for that long. I was wondering how many
times Chris had had his "huge cock" in my wife during those
visits. My cock was now fully hard and throbbing like crazy as
my wife continued.
"Number three has to be Mark. I know you remember Mark, Honey.
He came down for that large party we had last year."
"I remember Mark very well. Before the party was over, he had
up upstairs in our bedroom."
Cheryl giggled. "See. I told you that I knew you'd remember
him."
"Well, you were right. Ok. Bobby, Chris, and Mark. Who are
numbers 4 and 5?"
"Not sure yet, Honey. I want to be certain to pick a couple of
guys who will turn us both on. I'm open to suggestions. What do
you say, we think about it. When we come up with a couple of
names, I'm sure I can ... eh.... recruit them."
"How do you know Bobby, Chris, and Mark will agree to be three
of your five studs?"
"We're not going to tell them that they're each one of five...
at least not at first."
"I understand, but still... how do you know? Or do you?"
"I'm sure. I sent them all an e-mail invitation to join you
and I in some hot sex play. To give them a good idea of what we
have in mind, I also sent each of them all the hot pictures of
Bobby and me in Vegas. Mark and Bobby have already replied
enthusiastically. Mark says he's open for a hot sex-filled
evening with me or a threesome with both of us anytime we want.
He even said he would drive down here to save us a trip. Chris
hasn't responded yet, but even before I sent the invitation with
the photos, he had suggested that we meet the next time we're in
Atlanta. I'm almost certain he'll be very interested. So... we
just need two more hot studs, Honey."
"Oh god... that hot! Let's fuck. My cock's so hard it hurts,"
I groaned.
"Can you stand to wait a little longer, Honey. There's more."
"Yeah... ok. What is it?"
"I invited Bobby over next Wednesday for a repeat performance,
with one exception."
"Repeat performance? You mean like the last time you met?"
"Exactly, with one exception."
"Which is?"
"He's going to fuck me this time... at least twice... maybe
more, if he can get it up."
"OOohh fuck!" I was now rubbing my cock. "I need to fuck you,
Cheryl," I groaned right on the edge of an intense orgasm.
"Just one more item, Chris, and then my pussy is all yours...
or my ass if you want it."
"Go on. But please hurry."
"Andy sent me an e-mail inviting me to Vegas next weekend. I'm
sure my mom will be delighted to keep the kids."
"I have to catch up on work, Cheryl. I can't get away."
"You didn't listen, Honey. He invited me... not us. He's even
sending me a round-trip ticket to cover the flight expense. And
since I'll be staying at his place, there won't be any hotel or
restaurant bills."
"I don't think I could stand being away from you for an entire
weekend... like that. I'd go crazy... and I don't it's safe for
you to go alone."
"I won't be alone Darling... I'll be with Andy, and I know that
it will be tough on you for two days, but just think how hot it
will be hearing about all the sexy details when I return. Andy
has already told me that once I get off the plane and into his
car, my dress, bra, and panties come off immediately, and they
stay off until he takes me back to the airport Sunday evening for
my return flight. He's going to keep your wife hot and naked for
the entire weekend. My pussy is just boiling over at that
thought. Can I go, Lover? Please... you'll love it when I get
back... and to make it up to you, we'll go to the swing club in
Tampa whenever you want... as often as you want. Ok?"
"Ooohhhhh damn! I just shot off in my pants. I couldn't
fucking hold it."
Cheryl giggled again. "I love that. I know you hate it... but
it's so hot knowing I can make my husband cum in his pants.
Don't worry, Stud. I'll have you hard in no time. Just lie back
and let your slutty wife get you hard and ready for her cunt."
"I thought you hated the word 'cunt'?"
"I used to, Baby. But all my studs seem to love it... and I do
so want to please them. But I'll give you your choice. Would
your prefer to fuck my pussy after I get your big cock hard... or
would you rather ram it up my cunt?"
That was a no-brainer. I fucked Cheryl's hot cunt.
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The next night, my Little League baseball team was having its
fourth game of the season... so far we had won two and lost one.
Although we weren't playing Jack Cannon's team that night, he was
at the ball park, as he always was for all the games. So was my
wife. Cheryl decided to stroll over and make sure that Jack
could see her.
"Hi, Jack. Are you playing tonight?" my wife asked him
innocently.
Jack turned and almost lost it when he saw my wife standing a
few feet away wearing a little black number with half of her tits
showing.
"Playing? You want to know if I'm playing tonight?" he
stammered.
"Yeah. Is your team playing Chris' tonight. Just curious."
"Oh ... oh... Yeah.. I mean, no. No, my team isn't playing
tonight. I'm just here with Joan... my wife... to... eh.. to
watch the game."
"All right. Have fun, Jack." She started to walk away knowing
Jack's eyes were glued to her ass. She stopped, turned her head
in his direction, and looking over her shoulder while pulling her
dress up her thigh ever so slightly, she said, "Well, if you can
get away after the game, why don't you come over to our house.
We're having ... eh... we having a little party. See ya... if
you can make it." She left him standing there... his mouth
hanging open... his cock getting hard.
When Cheryl related what had happened, I pointed out that Jack
is the owner of a local Pool & Spa contracting service. I
suggested that she should call and ask for an appointment to get
a quote. He would have to come over and measure things, and she
could show him where she wants it. Cheryl laughed, but said she
isn't brave enough to do that ... yet.... I disagree. I think
she is working up to it, what do you think?
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