Porch Pounding

Many years ago (hence the bush), the wife and I rented a shore house for the week. It was about a block from the beach, and on the busy street parallel to the beach. 

 

On a lark, we decided to get down to business on the front porch, in full view of the street. We aren’t completely crazy, because this occurred around 6 am (as we were just getting home from a night of clubbing), so there was little chance of being seen, but still, the small chance that someone would come along made it that much more exciting.

Asian Massage – Chapter 2

This event occurred many years ago. I wrote it about a month afterwards, so that I would always remember it. I wasn't blogging then, and had no plans to. 

This is part 2. I posted part 1 last time. For this blog, I've replaced her name with "Coco".

 

 

In the 2 weeks between my 1st and 2nd visits to a local Asian massage parlor, my mind raced with scenarios: 

 

1. Would she take it to the next level and provide hand jobs? Blowjobs? I got neither, but maybe it was because I was a first-timer, I rationalized. 

2. Would there be a possibility of some CFNM action? With multiple masseuses present? 

3. If those kinds of services weren’t allowed for business reasons, would individual masseuses make house calls? Maybe even work out of their own place? 

 

Inquiring minds want to know. I was interested in pursuing anything short of actual intercourse. 

 

About 2 weeks later, I stopped in to make an appointment for later that week. I really didn’t want to be “on record” with an appointment, but I wanted to see the same masseuse as before, so I left a name but no phone number. 

 

Over the next few days, I made sure I was ready for any eventuality. That morning, I shaved my intimate areas, to present a well-groomed playground, as it were. 

 

Also, I read where guys are always embarrassed if when they flip over, they are sporting a hard-on. WTF? I’m more worried about under-representing myself, if you know what I mean. To that end, I popped a Cialis about an hour before go-time. I remembered the shrinkage-inducing cold room last time, and wanted a better showing this time. 

 

So, I arrived at the place a few minutes early, and was greeted by the same receptionist as before. This time I had a 2-hour session, and she showed me to a room in the back (a different, much warmer room than before). After she left, I undressed and got under the sheet, adjusting myself so I was in the “down” position and would be visible between my legs. 

 

A few minutes later, Coco came in, and asked if I had been here before. “Yes, I was here two weeks ago to see you” I replied. She began by standing beside me and slid her hands in opposite directions – one toward my shoulders and one toward my butt, then pressing down like she was trying to flatten me out. This was all done over the sheet covering. “Hmm”, I thought. “What happened to her bareback massage technique?” 

 

She did this for a short time, then climbed up on the table and balanced herself on top of me (her knees on my ass) and paddled her feet. I remembered this move from last time. That was followed by her sliding her knees down on each side of my hips, so that she was straddling my ass. “Nice, but so much nicer if she was also nude” I thought. 

 

After a few minutes of this, Coco got down to business as before. Standing at the head of the table, she slid the sheet down below my ass and began long rubbing strokes from my shoulders to my ass. As before, she spent most of her time working over my ass cheeks. At some point she moved along the side of the table, (oh, I forgot to mention that the first thing she did both days was move my arms from beside me under the sheet, to hanging down off the sides of the table) and my hand latched onto her lower leg. “How nice” I thought. It felt like she was wearing her spandex calf-length pants again. “Is it ok if I touch you?” I asked. “Ok” she replied. Whenever she was within reach, I would lightly rub or squeeze her lower leg. 

 

Coco then moved to the other side of the table, and a little further down. I expected her to cover me up and uncover one leg at a time, but she completely removed the sheet. I was now completely exposed to her! I also knew that she could see my penis and balls between my legs. She began to rub each of my legs and inner thighs, and occasionally grazed my balls and penis. “Wow!” I thought, “we are making some progress here.” I let out a soft moan whenever she touched my cock or balls, and spread my legs farther apart in an obvious way. 

 

I think she took this as the go-ahead signal, because the rest of the session was much more sensual than the first time. I could feel her spreading my ass cheeks apart so that my anus was visible to her. She dripped oil into my crack and began running her fingers up and down between my cheeks. 

 

Suddenly she inserted a finger into my asshole, slowly at first, but then picked up the pace to the point that her finger was pistoning in and out. It felt like maybe half of her finger was in there. Each time she pushed in, I let out a hushed groan to the point that she had to shush me, so others in neighboring rooms wouldn’t hear me. While this was going on, I was rubbing up and down her legs with my hand, and squeezing her thigh hard when I let out a few groans. At some point she used her other hand to rub my ass cheeks and down to my cock and balls, squeezing and pulling on them. This has never happened to me before, and I was in ecstasy! “You like?” she asked. “Oh yes” I whispered between groans. 

 

I lost all track of time, but this went on for maybe 15 minutes, then she had me roll over. After all that, what was the point of a draping sheet? She just bunched it up in a pile on top of my genitals, just to have a place to put it. Coco began rubbing my thighs, and in no time she moved the sheet off my dick and I was again completely nude before her, this time face up. “Come on, Cialis” I thought. “Do your thing!” 

(stock photo - for effect) 

 

Coco began by pulling up on my cock with her fingertips (I could feel that I had softened up since the anal assault). She kept at it for a minute or two, and although not rock-hard, I had at least grown back to a respectable size. Then she wrapped one hand around my cock and began pumping, while playing with my balls with her free hand. 

 

While all this was going on, my hand was behind her, rubbing the backs of her legs and her firm 20-something ass through her thin stretch pants. I loved the feel of her ass where it curved down to meet the backs of her thighs. (Although I also rubbed her inner thighs, I didn’t venture up to her pussy, or under her clothes today. Even though she was playing with my naked ass, cock, and balls, I wanted to take it slow with her body, and was thoroughly enjoying the CFNM-like atmosphere.) 

 

At some point, she was working on my cock with both hands, so I removed my hand from behind her and cupped my balls, raising them up for her viewing pleasure. I think she enjoyed the fact that I was participating in my own hand job. Later when I went back to her ass, she grabbed my hand and placed it on my cock. “You have oil on your hands now” she said, not wanting me to get it on her clothes. 

 

I began pumping my cock furiously now, well aware that for the first-time ever, I had an audience. I wanted so much to have big orgasm, for the release but also to put on a good show for my young masseuse. I cupped my balls with my other hand, and continued pumping my cock. Coco began massaging my groin, thighs, and abdomen. I hoped she was loving this show as much as I was. 

 

For the next 15 minutes or so, we took turns working my cock. I was rock hard, but I didn’t feel anywhere close to cumming. Anyway, my erection began to subside, and although there was some cum to be found, there was no blast. By this time it was almost 3 hours since I took the Cialis, so maybe the effect was beginning to wear off. 

 

She continued to massage me at a slower pace, and said that normally they don’t do this, but since the boss was on vacation the masseuses could “get away” with more. She admitted that giving these “extras” was the way to keep the same customers coming back, and if not, they rarely returned. I asked her when was the boss’ next vacation, but she didn’t know. I also learned that she was the newest masseuse there, with the fewest regular customers. (That may explain why she was assigned to me last time, when I didn’t have an appointment. It also told me that being the newest, she was the least likely to bend the rules.) I asked her if she ever gave massages away from “the shop” and she said no. (Dammit!) 

 

I told her that I would be back for the “regular” massage (which I hoped at least included the basic nude butt-rub), thinking that even if outright hand jobs were impractical with the boss onsite, she could feel free to “cross the line” with me on certain things, given what we had both just done. 

 

Finally, I asked her if I should tip her in the room, or at the front desk as I did last time. She said just tip at the front desk, but fold it up and do it in a “closed-hand” manner, so the receptionist doesn’t see how much it is. For services rendered, I gave her a huge tip, more than double the first time. (I want her to remember me, and my tipping habits when I get “extras”!) 

 

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Well, that was a week ago, and not a day has gone by that I didn’t replay those events in my mind (and my hands) several times a day. Although I want to remain anonymous, I am considering next time giving her one of my email addresses, to contact me whenever she finds out her boss is on vacation (or if she leaves that shop). 

 

I have made a few “lessons learned” mental notes for next time. 1) Take the Cialis only 15 to 30 minutes ahead, because it may wear off it taken too soon. 2) Abstain from sex for several days in advance. I really want to cum for this girl, so I should save up! 

 

 

Although I returned to that shop (and others) again, I only made notes after the first 2 times, so that's it, folks.

 

Asian Massage – Chapter 1

A few years ago, I posted this photo of me, relaxing and enjoying life. Below, I recount how this all began, several years earlier.

The event below occurred back in 2015. I wrote all this down a few weeks later to preserve the memories. (I made these notes only after my first 2 visits to an Asian spa.  I will post the 2nd one next time.)

 

Recently, I had received a few therapeutic massages for a back injury, but decided that I wanted more. I had noticed a massage parlor near where I sometimes have lunch. I noted the name of the place, and looked it up on the internet. 

 

On one site there were about a dozen reviews of this place, with a mix of good and bad. The bad reviews ranged from “too expensive”, to “the staff doesn’t speak English”, to “they try to up-sell”, to several female reviewers mentioning that the massage staff was “all up in them” and “if you were uncomfortable being nude in front of strangers, you may not like this place”. 

 

From these reviews, I was able to determine the following: 

1. This was an Asian massage place. 

2. They accept walk-up traffic without appointments. 

3. The staff used their whole bodies (not just their hands) to massage. 

4. Normal draping procedures were not followed. 

5. They massage your bare butt with their hands, not through a sheet. 

 

This sounded like just the place I was looking for! One day after work, I summoned the courage to stop in there for a massage. I was greeted at the front desk by an Asian woman who appeared to be in her late 20s or early 30s. She asked if I had an appointment, and if I had been there before. No and no, I said. 

 

She then showed me a list of different types of massage services, their duration, and prices. I chose a 1-hour full-body Swedish massage, then she led me down a dimly-lit hallway with many doors. We entered one of the rooms, and she said to undress and lay face down under the sheet, and left the room.

 

I undressed slowly, amazed that I was actually going to do this, and was somewhat nervous not knowing what to expect. I climbed on the table and got under the sheet, face down, and looking at the floor through a hole in the table. 

 

In a few minutes there was a knock on the door, and my heart raced as a different woman entered the room. She sounded Asian also, although I didn’t lift my head to see her. She asked if it was my first time here, and when I said yes, she told me to just relax. 

 

(I am writing this story about a week after my 2nd visit there, so some of the details of this 1st visit may be mixed-up with the 2nd visit, but I will try to recall them accurately.) During my hour-long massage, there was very little talking, which I found to be relaxing. Occasionally she would softly ask if I was alright. “Yes, it feels good” I would always reply. 

 

As I recall, she began by standing at the head of the table and slid the sheet down so my ass was fully exposed. I immediately knew this would be unlike the few massages I had before. She dripped some oil on my back, and began long strokes from my shoulders down to my ass, taking special care to squeeze my cheeks while she was down there. Much to my disappointment, she stayed away from my crack, and it did not feel like she was spreading my cheeks for a better look. Still, over the next hour, I remember her spending a disproportionate time on my ass, relative to the rest of my body (not that I was complaining!) 

 

At one point I sensed she climbed up on the table (or at least up on a footstool) because it seemed that her reach had extended. I was hoping that this was the part where she would lay on top of me and massage me with her whole body, but that didn’t happen. However, I did feel her stomach brush against the back of my head as she reached down my body. (I fought the urge to nonchalantly lift my head to increase our contact, not wanting to seem like a perv.) 

 

After a while, she moved to the foot of the table, and climbed up, straddling my body. “Ok, now we’re getting down to it!” I thought. Wrong again. She balanced herself with her knees on my butt cheeks, and began paddling her feet against the back of my legs. “What a strange sensation” I thought. Then she slowly slid her knees off the sides of my hips, until she was straddling me. “Was she now going to hump my ass?” I wondered. No again, she just repeated that move several times, then climbed down off the table. 

 

She then re-adjusted the sheet so that only one or the other of my legs (and the corresponding butt cheek) was exposed, while the rest of me was covered. She proceeded to massage my thigh and calf muscles, as well as my inner thighs. This felt extremely good, although due to a combination of the room being somewhat cold, as well as first-time jitters, I was experiencing “shrinkage” in my private area. Not thinking ahead, when I laid down on the table, my package was “up”, so I was lying on it the whole time, and nothing was visible to her between my legs. (I made a mental note to do this differently next time.) 

 

After she finished with my legs, she told me to roll over, and placed the sheet so I was covered from the waist down. I now saw her for the first time, a petite Asian woman who appeared to be in her early to mid-20s, dressed in black spandex pants and I don’t remember what kind of top. 

 

I am a little fuzzy about what happened next, but I think she spent some time on my neck, shoulders, and arms. I don’t recall any chest massage that day. 

 

Next, she positioned herself beside one leg, uncovering that leg but taking care not to expose my genitals. She proceeded to massage my leg from top to bottom, and along my inner thigh. Every time she neared my balls, my anticipation was through the roof. Alas, nothing came of that. She finished the leg by bending my knee and raising it up towards my chest. I’m pretty sure she was able to catch a glimpse of my cock and balls during this maneuver, which pleased me to no end. I even asked her to repeat this stretching move. 

 

After repeating the same treatment on my other leg, she covered both legs and as I recall, she climbed up on the table between my now-spread legs and got on her knees. After a few seconds she got down off the table, and the massage was over. Afterwards, I was a little puzzled by that move. What was the point of her getting on the table between my covered legs? Was that the time for customers to ask for “additional services” or to make some kind of physical advance toward her? Damn my Newbie mindset! That bothered me for the entire 2 weeks until my next visit. 

 

Anyway, she said that if I enjoyed the massage, could I ask for her next time. I told her I would definitely be back, but did not make an appointment at that time. I tipped her more than the “suggested” amount, thanked her, and she left the room. I noticed that she left the door open a few inches, so that as I got off the table and walked over to my clothes, I would be in full view of anyone walking down the hall. At that point I didn’t care, and actually took extra time to get dressed, hoping someone might return. 

 

I was on Cloud 9 all the way home. Routine annoyances like heavy traffic and jackass drivers cutting you off didn’t matter to me at all that time. I had just spent an hour getting a nude rubdown! Nothing was going to spoil my day.

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Sleepover at Francesca and Ron’s House

I wrote this many years ago, so that I would never forget the details. 

 

Last weekend, my wife Marie and I visited our friends Ron and Francesca. Each of us has been married for just a few years, and with neither couple having children yet, we were able to do what we want, when we want. 

Let me describe my wife for you. Marie is 25, short and petite but very busty. She also has long brown hair and a pretty smile. She is usually up for a wide array of sexy adventures, although as yet we had not ventured outside of our twosome. 

Ron and Francesca are about our age, with Francesca being a bit taller than Marie, but with blonde hair and a great rack. She also had a randy streak in her. Her husband Ron is quite muscular, and has always had a thing for Marie, even going as far as telling me (before we were married, but while we were dating) that he would love to “do her”. For Marie’s part, even though she is demure about it, I believe she secretly fantasizes about being worked over by Ron and his substantial cock. I often have dreams about finding the two of them together nude, with Marie devouring his big cock. 

Anyway, we were over their house last week, and after going out for pizza, we returned home to watch some TV. Since it was getting late and we had nowhere to be on Saturday morning, we stayed overnight in their guest room. This scenario had occurred several times before, only this time something else happened for the first time. 

Marie slept in a tank top and panties, which may have been a bit daring for being at someone else’s house. During the night, she got up to use the bathroom, but being half-asleep, wandered into Ron and Francesca’s bedroom by mistake. Instead of quickly retreating, she was mesmerized by what she saw. Francesca and Ron were both nude, and locked in a sixty-nine position with Francesca on top. Although the lights were off, she could see what was going on by the moonlight coming in the window. Francesca was alternating between pumping Ron’s huge hard-on with her fist, and sucking it into her mouth. Meanwhile, Ron was burying his face in his wife’s snatch, his tongue probing the depths of her moist vagina, while his nose was nestled between her smooth ass cheeks. 

Marie caught a glimpse of Ron’s cock, which was bulging and wet from a mixture of Francesca’s saliva and Ron’s pre-cum, and was glistening in the moonlight. She let out a gasp, which caught the lovers’ attention. Instead of running off in embarrassment, Marie froze for a second, giving them time to invite her over to their bed. Her heart racing, Marie slowly moved to the bed, and climbed up in between her two hot, sweaty friends. Francesca gently lifted Marie’s tank top over her head, causing her round globes to spring free and sway back and forth. At the same time, Ron pulled her panties down to her ankles, then off completely. Before tossing them aside, he held them to his nose and took a deep breath to savor Marie’s wetness. 

In no time, my adventurous wife was at ease with her nude partners. They each began kissing one of her breasts, licking and sucking on a nipple while Marie let out a soft moan. Although she had had many lovers before I knew her (and a few others while we were dating), Marie never had another woman suck on her tits. She was clearly in heaven with this new development, as evidenced by her heavy breathing and bucking hips. She reached out and found Ron’s hard cock, still hot and wet from Francesca’s ministrations. Marie was in ecstasy! How long she had fantasized about Ron’s cock – how it would feel in her hands, her mouth, and her pussy. She was 1/3 of the way to her goal. 

She squeezed his cock for a while, before moving down to his huge balls. They were hairless! All the better to feast on when the time came. Francesca encouraged Marie to play with her husband’s genitals, cheering her on even as she herself had her face buried in Marie’s chest. With her free hand, Francesca slid 2 fingers into her own pussy, her excitement level rising as she watched her husband and Marie enjoying each other’s bodies. 

Ron soon stopped milking my wife’s tits, and worked his way down between her legs. Now Ron had reached a personal goal, which was to get into my wife’s pussy. She was wet enough that his tongue slid right in, without the need for preliminary fingering. He lapped at her for several minutes, heightening both his own and my wife’s pleasure. Francesca was also proud of her husband for his new conquest. As I found out later, they had secretly been longing for an opportunity to both have sex with Marie, and had often discussed her during their own lovemaking sessions. 

With Francesca squeezing and sucking on both of Marie’s tits, and Ron sucking on her pussy, my wife was in heaven. Her hips were bucking wildly, and her boobs jiggled from all the movement. While Francesca was sitting on the bed above Marie’s head and leaning over to suck her boobs, her own huge melons were hanging down right in Marie’s face. The stimulation was almost too much for Marie to bear. She instinctively began sucking on Francesca’s nipples, with her boobs occasionally mashing themselves down on Marie’s face, smothering her.

 

After what seemed like an eternity, Ron and Francesca decided to switch positions. Ron straddled Marie’s chest, while Francesca began eating Marie’s soaked pussy. Marie loved the feeling of Francesca’s tongue working over her clit and into her hole. It was wonderful – only another woman knows how to properly stimulate a pussy! 

Meanwhile, Marie was getting her first close-up look at Ron’s throbbing cock. His cock and balls were clean-shaven, except for a small V shaped area above his cock. (As it turns out, Francesca and Ron shave each other’s genitals, so they know what they like.) Marie wrapped her hand around his shaft and began pumping furiously. By now, she was too hot and horny to start anything slow. The sight of his big cock, with its purple head completely covered in pre-cum was driving her wild. She had to have it in her mouth NOW! She pulled him toward her mouth, and her tongue lashed out at his sticky penis. She swirled her tongue around the smooth cockhead, and tasted his salty pre-cum. It was fantastic, but she wanted more. She ran her tongue up and down his quivering shaft, and sucked each of his nuts (which are larger than large green olives) into her mouth one at a time. His hairless ball sack was a delicious novelty, and only added to her excitement. 

All the while, Ron was looking down at my pretty young wife working over his cock and balls, and smiled at the thought of his latest conquest. He egged her on with both words of encouragement and just plain dirty-talk. After a few more tugs, Ron slid his huge cock into Marie’s mouth. At first, he pumped into her with long, slow strokes, but soon was face-fucking her with high-speed thrusts. She screamed with pleasure, and begged him to shoot his load of hot cum into her mouth. I was taken aback, because on the rare occasion when she sucks my cock, she always stops before I cum, then finished me with a handjob. With her new lover, she was sucking on his huge cock like there was no tomorrow.   

Marie had now attained the 2nd part of her dream – to suck Ron’s big meaty cock. Before long, she was cumming, which pleased Francesca immensely, since her face was buried in my wife’s pussy. Francesca came up for air, with her face covered in Marie’s juices. She moved around to Ron’s face, and while in the middle of face-fucking my wife, he licked her juices off his wife’s face. The smell of Marie’s snatch on Francesca’s face sent Ron over the edge, and he pumped load after load of his hot seed down my wife’s throat. Amazingly, Marie swallowed the entire load, not wanting to waste any of her dream date’s semen. I was so jealous! 

 

After Ron pulled out of Marie’s mouth, Francesca cleaned off her husband’s cock, then snaked her tongue into Marie’s mouth, to lap up any remaining jizz. Ron marveled at the 2 naked women making out in front of him, and thrust a finger into each of their pussies, just to keep himself in the mix. The girls engaged in some mutual tit-play, while Ron continued fingering their pussies. In no time, he was hard again, which Marie found very impressive. Francesca proudly proclaimed that her husband can usually go three times a night, which she attributed to her skillful handjobs, her husband’s muscular cock and torso, and the fact that they spend large amounts of time walking around their house naked, including working out in the nude. Francesca beamed when she told Marie that Ron is usually hard for 8 or 9 hours a day. 

Now, with his member once again at full attention, Ron began his final conquest, which was to enter my wife’s vagina. Francesca mounted Marie’s face (facing Ron), but not until she turned the lights on and picked up their video recorder. They were going to tape Ron’s fucking of Marie’s pussy! With Francesca sitting on my wife’s face, she was unaware that the camera was rolling. All she knew was that her years-long dream of fucking Ron was becoming a reality. The fact that his wife would be watching (and participating) was just icing on the cake! Marie licked and sucked on Francesca’s labia, which hung down prominently. Oh, the taste of another woman’s pussy was sensational! Meanwhile, she could feel Ron’s rock-hard cock burrowing its way into her soaked love nest. 

 

The entire situation was sensory overload: Ron was at long last plunging into my wife’s pussy, something he had warned me for years would happen; Francesca was so proud of her stud husband, both for attaining what had become a mutual goal for them, and for being able to display her husband’s “assets” and sexual prowess to another woman; finally, Marie was getting the fucking of her life, from someone who she had fantasized about for years! 

As a memento, Francesca was taping it so that they could replay it whenever they wanted. I hoped that they would view it during their future fucking sessions, and was proud that my wife would continue to “get them off”. I also feared that they would show the tape to others (although I secretly didn’t mind if others who did not know us watched it). 

After a few minutes, all this action sent Francesca over the edge, as she shuddered with a climax, spewing her juices all over Marie’s face and into her mouth. Francesca then slid off Marie’s face and took up a position over her head, where she could pin Marie’s arms down with her knees, and get a better angle for filming, including Marie’s facial expressions. Already in a fog from all the pounding she was getting, my wife still didn’t realize the camera was rolling. 

Ron’s huge hard-on continued its relentless assault on my wife’s pussy. Marie alternated between screaming and moaning, while Ron pretty much confined himself to animal-like grunting with the occasional “yeah baby”, or “oh yeah bitch” thrown in, while Francesca was coaching the two of them, with phrases like “fuck that pussy” and “yeah, come on babe” directed at her husband, and “you like his big cock?”, “squeeze your tits”, “you’re so hot”, and “tell us what you want” to my wife. All this talk just raised the level of ecstasy, and soon Ron was ready to shoot another load. Marie begged him to pull out and spray his jizz on her tits and face, but surprisingly, Francesca yelled for him to stay in her and shoot his load deep into her pussy, hoping that another woman would have the privilege of conceiving with her husband’s seed. 

With his loudest grunt yet, and with his own wife’s blessing, Ron shot his load into Marie. Even though this was his 2nd orgasm in a little over an hour, he had 3 or 4 hot spurts for Marie’s pussy. My wife was drenched inside and out. She had taken two enormous loads of Ron’s hot semen (one in each end), and an orgasm from his hot wife Francesca on her face. Besides that, her entire body was soaked with sweat from her ordeal, and her tits and belly glistened as if oiled up for a photo shoot. 

Speaking of photos, Marie finally saw the camera as she was “coming down” from her own orgasms. She didn’t seem to mind – on one hand, it was already done so what could she say, but also she had loved every minute of the experience, and was glad to have “performed” for an audience. 

Oh, I forgot to mention: as you can imagine, all this activity came with a lot of noise, so I was clued into what was happening very early in the proceedings. I wandered across the hall and into their bedroom, hiding in the shadows while the light was off to enjoy the show my wife was putting on as she fucked my best friend in front of his wife. I didn’t dare join in, afraid that I would upset the 2-on-1 dynamic and the whole thing would end. Plus, I knew that both Ron and Marie had each separately been hoping for this day to come for years. 

My heart was racing the entire time, and at some point, I had dropped my pants and was working my rock-hard cock with abandon – keeping it wet with my own saliva until I came in my hand. Since the show wasn’t over yet, I merely wiped the excess off on my t-shirt and kept going. Once the lights came on, Francesca and Ron saw me, but they were too far down the road of working over my wife to stop. 

After Ron’s final cum blast into my wife, Francesca called me over to the bed. Great! I thought – now it’s my turn for some 3-way action. No dice! She had seen me jerking my stiff cock, commented how nice it looked (although it wasn’t as long or as big around as her husband’s) and instructed me to finish myself off while they all watched. (I was hoping that she would offer to do it.) I stood over my sweat-and-cum-drenched wife, and fortified by their cheers and catcalls, shot my 2nd load all over my wife’s tits. Francesca and Ron applauded at this, while my exhausted wife just smiled and looked up at me with her “I have-just-been-good-and-fucked” eyes. 

When I asked them for a copy of the videotape, Francesca said “We’ll see” (I never did get it). Not only that, but after my follow-up performance, I was dismissed to the guest bathroom to clean up, while the 3 of them showered together in the master bathroom. It was another hour before my wife returned to our bedroom, stark naked and with a smile on her face. 

As I am writing this, it occurs to me that this encounter was no “sleepy accident”, and that the 3 of them had been planning their rendezvous for some time. I’m also pretty sure that whenever my wife and I have sex from now on, she will be fantasizing about Ron and his cock.   

I was proud of my sweet wife, not only for her performance which I will never forget, but for reaching her dream of experiencing Ron’s big cock in every way possible. The bonus was that I got to watch the whole thing (including seeing Francesca nude for the first time, and watching her have sex with Marie), and that my best friend now realizes the extent of my wife’s hotness. He had long talked about this day, and in some way I am probably responsible for kindling his desire for her. 

Before we were married, whenever I would come home from college for a weekend, Marie and I would spend a night at a local motel. We would have wild “reunion sex”, having not seen each other for many weeks at a time. There, I would photograph her in various poses, and in various stages of undress, including completely nude. These photos were a constant reminder for me of my girlfriend, and “kept me warm at night” while I was away. 

At some point, Ron found these photos, and probably kept a few for himself. Hopefully he didn’t show them to others, but it’s a great rush knowing that he would frequently get his rocks off over nude photos of my girlfriend and future wife. I assume he later showed them to his wife, and the two of them went about planning their eventual hookup with Marie. 

Stay tuned for other stories about our exploits!

My Wife Takes on a Lover – In Our Own House!

After we were married, our first apartment was a duplex. We were on the first floor, with another couple on the 2nd floor, and the garage for both on the ground floor, around the back of the building, under our bedrooms. 

I worked about an hour away from where we lived, and had a regular schedule. I think my wife Marie worked also, but it may have been part-time. In addition, she did typing in our home for people. 

One of those people was a guy who was either writing a book, or was responsible to get the manuscripts typed up. Anyway, I found out about 5 years later that she was having an affair with him, in our home while he was there to “drop off some manuscripts to be typed”. 

I don’t know how long it lasted, but he would come to our home while I was at work, and they would suck and fuck for who knows how long.

They had no fear of being caught, because even if they were still going at it when I came home, the garage door opener right under our bedroom would sound the alarm and he had time to slip out the front door before I got to our apartment. 

I suppose I shouldn’t have been too surprised about this. Many times while having sex back then, we would spice up the festivities by talking about having sex with others (even some people we knew), either as a group, or in separate affairs. We even asked each other who they would like to have sex with. 

One of the people I mentioned was my wife’s younger sister. Surprisingly, this excited Marie to no end. (I thought it would turn her off, but it had just the opposite effect.) I pushed my luck by proposing that we both have sex with her, and once again, Marie surprised me by liking that idea. I also mentioned our friend Francesca, and Marie agreed she would also like to have sex with her. (All of this was probably just excitable sex talk on Marie’s part, but I was serious.) 

For her part, Marie offered up my friend Ron (Francesca’s husband) and another guy that we know, as well as one of her co-workers and a famous movie star that she would like to fuck. She didn’t mention the guy who she had the affair with, though. 

I only found out about her affair when I admitted that I had seen her sister nude several times, and had groped her and kissed her bare ass. She knew her younger sister was a randy horndog, so it wasn’t a complete surprise to her. It was then that Marie admitted her affair with the writer, and provided me with the details I mentioned above. 

During later lovemaking, as we continued to talk about other partners, I brought that guy into the conversation once, but soon learned that was a mistake, and we haven’t spoken about him since. 

I know that she and Ron have had an on-again off-again affair for years (of which I have written about several times), and I am ok with that.

My Wife's Sister

My wife's sister is quite a bit younger than her. When we were first married, that busty teenage minx was constantly teasing me, wearing next to nothing, rubbing up against me, and what-not. I was in blue-ball hell.

Once she turned 18, the gloves (and pretty much everything else) came off. It was so worth the wait!

Later, we both worked in the same office. One day as I was sitting at my desk, she came up alongside of me to chat. She was probably about 12 inches away, but I could feel the heat from her loins on my arm. (I was wearing short-sleeves.)

Is that a normal thing, or was her head filled with lusty thoughts causing her to be "in heat"? I have many questions. In any case, at that point I wished we were anywhere but at work.