“Jen’s Titillating Behaviour” by DrSpin – MMF


Organising people to be somewhere at the same place and time is no easy affair. Except at one another’s houses, that is, because then it doesn’t matter so much about precise arrivals and departures and kids can be picked up under the arm and packed away in a spare room to sleep or play, deposited in comfort and security. It was what we did on a Saturday night when nothing more exotic beckoned.

We were four couples, Jen and I (my name’s Tom), Kay and Martin, Vanessa and Geoff, and Sandy and Steve. We did it most Saturday nights because, while inducements to do otherwise came around often enough, it was rare that they interested all eight of us simultaneously.

This particular Saturday night was at our place and that was fine, because Jen and I enjoyed cooking and we liked to put heart and soul into the work of it. Plus we didn’t have children yet and it was a big roomy house with a huge dining room that opened out into a rampant garden. And it was high summer and we could leave the french doors wide open and it was all very, very pleasant indeed. The few children we hosted that night were asleep upstairs.

Like most Saturday nights, some of us had drunk too much by the time the last of the dinner was spirited away and, like some Saturday nights, somebody had produced some dope and some of us had smoked too much of it and the animation and high spirits the eight of us could generate was down to the embers. We were scattered around the big room in varying states of disrepair and the head counts were being done and nobody could come up with a driver who wasn’t too drunk or too stoned or both to get behind the wheel of a car. By consensus we decided that everybody would stay over and go home in the morning. This wasn’t usual but it wasn’t uncommon.

The eight of us got on famously. We were at that age, late twenties to mid-thirties, when you gravitate naturally towards mutually beneficial groupings and gatherings. I don’t know why, but it was easy socially, economically, culturally, and intellectually. The mix of it seemed to work. I mean, you didn’t adore and admire every single one of them and there was no way you could have been best friends with two or three of them. But in the bigger mix, irritations, defects, and potential personality clashes were largely washed away and what between two people could become a damaging lifelong dispute generally passed within the group as a fleeting stimulating discussion.

Kay had been dozing sprawled in an armchair, showing an inviting stretch of her excellent legs extending from a skirt no longer arrayed in the most ladylike manner. She opened her dark eyes suddenly and blinked at the light.

“I’m off to bed,” she announced. “It’s the only way to keep Tom from looking up my dress and I’m too spun out to do anything to stop him.”

“Look, I’m just too drunk to turn my head in another direction,” I said.

“A gentleman would have closed his eyes to it,” Vanessa chipped in snippily.

“Can’t do that,” I replied. “Her legs are way too good.”

This was an established fact. Kay had the legs, Sandy had the butt, Vanessa had the hair and eyes, and Jen had the bosom. It had been agreed many times by all of us. It was also true I was drunk but not as much as I had been a while ago because I’d already stopped drinking. And I hadn’t taken up a passed-around joint like I usually did because I was getting over a cold and I had something of a sore throat.

“Why pick on him?” my wife, Jen, interposed. “Have a word with your husband about the way he stares at my chest.”

Vanessa waved her hand dismissively. “It’s not only Geoff who stares. I have to tell you, Jen, I look at your chest and I’m not even a dyke.”

“Yeah,” Geoff agreed, his over-the-top leer throwing his moustache akilter. “Show us your tits, Jen.”

This was not an uncommon request. Aside from the fact that Jen’s breasts were uncommonly generous, it was the way the group usually dealt with sexual tensions, curiosities, and flirtations that fluttered about the place. The odd mock suggestion, rolling of eyes and exaggerated compliment took the place of real-time actions and events that everyone was sensible enough to know could not happen without great risk to situations that were comfortably satisfactory. No marriage was unhappy. There wasn’t a reason to jeopardise relationships. Sure, I could and frequently did imagine Kay’s fine long legs wrapped around my waist but I wasn’t going to risk disaster by trying to make it happen.

“Well,” said Jen, giving the appearance of considering his request, “I should definitely get out of this new dress before I clean up in the kitchen and stack the dishwasher. But I was thinking about doing that after I put my drunken husband to bed.”

“Good plan,” said Martin, counting himself in Geoff’s corner. “We’ll wait until Tom’s out of the way before we go ahead.” Martin’s a lawyer. Opportunistic. Never fails to sniff out a sporting chance.

“Come on, then,” she said, standing up and dragging me out of the chair. “You heard the deal, Tom. Time for you to go to bed, so Geoff, Martin and I can have some play time.” She knew I’d know she was kidding, of course. That was the nature of the game.

“I’m off too,” said Sandy. “Coming, Steve?”

“Sure sounds good to me,” Steve agreed as he followed his wife. Steve was one of those amiable soft-spoken guys. He usually followed Sandy unquestioningly.

The group trudged wearily into various rooms and Jen made sure of this and that and who was where and did they have enough pillows and I stood by the open window in our bedroom waiting for her and looking down at the garden. Martin and Geoff were out there, sitting and smoking a last joint together on a bench amongst the heady fragrance of the dark-red flowers of the riotous quisqualis vine. I could smell the powerful jasmine-like scent from the window, more pervasive by a long stretch than the coarse herb smell of the marijuana, and it made me light-headed. I called out a menacing warning to them not to urinate on the gardenias because it would upset the pH balance. The guys gestured in the time-old vulgar unambiguous way and I staggered off chuckling towards my soft and welcoming bed.

I was under the sheets and at least half-asleep when Jen came into the room. I watched her through secretly slitted eyes. I have always liked to look at her when she undresses. She took off her dress and reached for the well- worn jeans slung over a chair. She was wearing lacy white underwear, new by the look of it, and as she leaned over to pull on the jeans the bra was working hard to keep her abundant breasts in harness.

She wandered over to her dressing table to rummage for a tee-shirt. The dressing table was near a window, and I was thinking how those guys might be able to see her if they were still sitting on that bench. She glanced out the window and quickly jumped back. She retrieved her glasses, put them on, and peered around the corner of the window. Again she jumped back. She stifled a giggle, a hand shooting to her mouth. Then, after a quick glance at me supposedly asleep in bed, she walked slowly to the window and stood there, looking out. She placed her hands against each side frame and, there was no other way to describe it, posed deliberately and provocatively for the men to see.

Lying on my back and watching through slitted eyes, I saw my modest wife standing immodestly at the open window. I heard her giggle, though quietly. She slipped a strap off her shoulder like a stripper but put it back, blowing a kiss into the garden. She stepped back, turned aside, grabbed a shirt out of the drawer, and came close to me, out of their line of sight. She looked at me for a moment, a broad smile on her lips. I could see, even from under my lids, her nipples poking hard and sharp through the lacy insets of her bra. She drew the shirt over her head and with a final glance at me, a smile still twitching on her face, turned off the light, left the room and closed the door.

I was stunned. This was Jen? Like many other women with big breasts, she tended to avoid displaying them. They’d come to her as a young teenager and she’d spent many years putting up with whistles, taunts, and ribald comments. Ever since I’d known her, she’d dressed conservatively. She wasn’t at all ashamed of her breasts, but she’d become accustomed to not accentuating them. What had come over her this night? I climbed out of bed and discovered my penis thrusting through the fly of my pyjama shorts like an iron bar. I tucked it away, opened the door quietly, and crept down the stairs.

She was in the kitchen like she said she’d be, scraping plates and stacking them in the dishwasher. Geoff and Martin were with her.

“Come on. Just one close look,” Geoff was saying. “We were too far away in the garden.”

She stopped and looked at him, still holding that peculiar smile I’d seen upstairs. “I told you,” she said. “Do a good job helping me here and I’ll think about it.”

Martin was scouring a pot and he handed another to Geoff. “Do it, dummy,” he said. I was in the dining room, flat against the wall. I could only see into part of the kitchen but I could hear everything.

She’d think about it? What was she doing? Jen? You need to know about Jen. She just wasn’t an upfront type of woman. She didn’t go in for an aggressive display. But I already told you that. Looks had something to do with it. I mean, sure she had a generous bosom and she attracted attention because of it. But she had always been insecure about her looks. She thought she wasn’t pretty. Which she wasn’t, I guess, in the way we all think about that. But she wasn’t unpretty, either. She was smallish, she wore glasses because she was short-sighted, she kept her hair cropped short because she said it was untidy long and, to be honest, she had a small bird-like mouth and a weakish chin. That’s being overly critical, though. She was hardly plain, for God’s sake. And she did have those bountiful tits.

I pressed my back against the wall thinking about all this. Within a few minutes they’d just about finished in the kitchen. “Well, I think we did pretty well,” Martin said.

“I suppose you did,” she said. “Go into the dining room and sit on the couch, both of you. I’ll be with you as soon as I get the dishwasher going.”

I slipped silently out the french doors and crouched behind a big and bushy potted golden cane. I could see into the dining room perfectly. The guys sat side by side, looking pleased with themselves. Shortly she came into the room and switched off the main overhead lights, leaving the room lit by two standard lamps. She stood a few steps away from them, hands on hips. “So,” she said. “You really expect me to do this?”

“We really do,” said Geoff. “I’ll go stark staring mad if you don’t.”

“I doubt that.” But she took off her glasses and put them aside.

“You said you would,” said Martin.

“I said I’d think about it.”

“Don’t torture us, Jen. Have mercy.”

Abruptly she whisked the shirt over her head and dropped it to the floor. I was watching from an angle but I could see her rigid nipples poking through the bra. She shifted her weight and stood calmly in front of them. A silence lengthened and grew.

“Jen?” It was Geoff.


“Take it off.”

“Definitely not.”


Martin joined in. “We won’t tell anyone. Promise.”

“You’d better not,” she said. “I’d deny it anyway and nobody would believe you.”

“If you take it off I’ll give you my new car,” Geoff wheedled. “Here,” he said, fishing in his pockets. “Take the keys.”

She laughed. “You adore that car.”

“It’s worth it.”

“I’ll die of grief if you don’t,” Martin said, only half- teasing, I suspected. “This is my biggest fantasy. I can’t get so close and be denied. It will be the end of me.”

She had that smile on her face, the one I didn’t know. She reached tentatively around her back. I couldn’t believe my eyes. She had her hands on the clasp and she stopped. “I don’t believe I’m doing this,” she said softly. Then her hands moved and the bra was undone. She held it against her chest for a moment, then let it fall to the floor. Geoff and Martin inched forward on the couch, staring at her breasts.

Her breasts. It had been a while since I’d stared at them myself. I guess when you live side by side with somebody you stop paying attention after a time. She had big breasts, sure, but not super-big like those porn star mammary queens with beachball appendages. They were just full, round and heavy, completely natural. Now that I was looking, I could see she’d lost a little shape to gravity. Not much, though. She still pointed directly out in front but the whole weight of her was sitting, at the age of 28, just a bit lower.

Geoff spoke into the long silence. “Sensational,” he said.

“Do I live up to the fantasy?” Jen asked with a broad smile.

“Better. Way better,” Martin replied. Her smile became even broader.

“You know, we all have fantasies,” she said. Huh? What was this? She had always told me she didn’t.

“Yeah?” It was Geoff. “What’s yours?”

She giggled. “I couldn’t possibly tell you.” This was patently untrue. She wanted to be coaxed.

Geoff began the process. “We have a pact tonight, remember? This stays among the three of us. It’s our secret.”

“I just couldn’t,” she said shakily. She looked nervous and sounded a little breathless. She was, I could tell, deeply excited. “It’s, well, embarrassing. It’s a bit, I don’t know, I guess a bit wild.”

“What do you call wild?”

“Oh God. You expect me to describe it?” But she went straight on without pausing. It came out in a rush. “Well, I sometimes dream about being bare-breasted in front of a group of men and they’re, like, masturbating and I’m kneeling in front of them and they shoot their stuff all over my chest.” She stopped and covered her eyes with her hands. “I can’t believe I told you that.”

“Hell, we can do that,” said Martin.

“Hey, I wasn’t asking. I was just telling you, that’s all.”

Martin looked at Geoff. They reached a simple understanding. “Jen,” said Martin, “why don’t you get down on your knees?”

“No way. I couldn’t do it. Definitely not.”

“Get down on your knees,” said Geoff firmly.

She sank straight to her knees, her back straight and her breasts like a veranda deck. She looked up with wide eyes as the two men, friends, her good friends who were married to her good friends, got up from the couch. They unbuckled, unzipped, let their trousers fall to the floor and stepped out of them, kicking them aside.

“Now,” said Geoff to Jen. “Take down my briefs.”

She looked at his crotch close to her face, then up at his eyes and back to what was confronting her. She reached out and did what he asked, pulling out and down to free the erection that bounced out before her eyes.

“Now him.” She shuffled across on her knees and repeated the process with Martin. They looked reasonably sized without being remarkable, in similar proportion to what she was used to with me. She looked from one to the other. She was mouth-breathing.

“Start me off,” said Geoff. It was an order and he’d judged her correctly. She wanted to be told what to do, to have the burden, responsibility, and guilt of decision removed. She reached out to grasp his penis but he held her hand. “Not like that,” he said.

She looked up at his face. “You mean…?” She left the words hanging.

“You know what I mean.”

She took a deep breath and let it out in a long sigh. I could hear it plainly from six metres away. She bent her head and took him in her mouth, holding him with her left hand. I watched bewildered as she applied herself, her head bobbing slowly and evenly. This was Jen? My Jen? I mean, we’d done this plenty of times but it was by no means her favourite activity. It was always something of a gift she made to me, certainly not a wanton act of lust on her part.

Geoff gently pushed her head away. “Whew,” he said. “I’m close already. Go to Marty.”

She turned her head and grabbed Martin’s outthrust cock in her right hand, pulling him towards her. Still holding Geoff with her left hand, she dipped her head and opened her mouth wide to enclose him. His head jerked back and he looked briefly at the ceiling as she worked on him with her mouth and tongue. In a couple of minutes he was ready.

“Jen, back off now,” he said. She drew away and straightened her back as they both pumped furiously, their hands over hers. Martin pointed his shaft urgently at her breasts and she thrust her shoulders back, lifting her breasts forward. His first spurt landed directly on her right breast and he clutched himself, jerking, as he sprayed her in four or five powerful bursts. Geoff was adding his contribution before Martin was finished, sending ribbons of semen across her chest.

She fell back suddenly, hands free and weight on her heels, her chest area smeared with their sperm. Her head slumped forward and I thought she’d lost her balance. It looked as though she been knocked over by the primitive force of ejaculation. Then I realised. Both her hands were kneading at the crotch of her jeans and she was in the throes of orgasm.

A minute or two passed in silence. Then she raised her head. “Holy smoke,” she said.

“Jen, you look amazing,” said Martin.

She looked down at herself. Her breasts were daubed and besmeared and she had been sprayed from neck to waist. “Holy smoke,” she said again. “I don’t know what came over me.”

“I do,” said Geoff, and the three of them laughed together.

I could see it was all over. I got out of there, retreating carefully, shorts wet and messy with my own emissions although I couldn’t recall it happening. Via the back door I made my way to the bedroom, changed shorts, and climbed into bed. She came in quietly a few minutes later and I heard her running the shower in the bathroom. I watched under my eyelids when, fresh and clean, she stood in the dark beside the bed. She looked down at me for a minute or so, lingering, and then slipped under the sheets and backed her body into mine.

Of course I could have intervened at any stage. I was aware it was in my power to stop it. I made no move because I couldn’t stop wanting to know what was going to happen. I had a hard indigestible lump of jealousy in my stomach but it was not going to be impassable. I didn’t blame Geoff or Martin. I knew absolutely, because I saw it all, who had led this dance from go to whoa and she was sleeping beside me like an artless woman.

From that day to this I never said anything to her about her behaviour that night. That would have opened up a whole new zone of uncertainty in our comfortable and secure marriage. I don’t know why she behaved so uncommonly and I doubt she does either. Not with certainty, anyway. I do know it didn’t happen again, or at least I think I know. I’m pretty sure of it because I kept an eye out for the signals.

The dynamics of the group changed from that night. A month or so later, I ran into Kay in a dark corridor at a party and, on a whim and because I felt free to do it, I kissed her with fire and passion. She fell like a shot duck. We met for a luncheon tryst the next day and during that same afternoon, just as I had imagined, she clasped her long legs around my waist. We had a relaxed affair that lasted over 12 months and she was the best fuck of my life. Her husband Martin, the other half of the duo with my wife, never knew a thing about it.

Quiet Steve, of all people, ran off out of the blue with an Asian girl who spoke little English and I wound up sleeping with his wife Sandy for a bit. And so did Martin and Geoff, I discovered later.

I never fucked Vanessa but we had a hot grope one night in her car. I figured her husband Geoff deserved a little tit- for-tat, so to speak. She apologised for her small breasts which I found off-putting. Not her breasts; the apology.

All in all, too many secrets, betrayals and lies. The innocence of the group dissipated under the strain. But then work got serious and time-consuming and people didn’t seem to be available for simple fun and friendly Saturday night gatherings any more. Ah well, life’s like that in your thirties.

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“My Wife and the Glory Hole” by Derek Cage – MMF

Glory hole

My wife Sara and I were out celebrating our fourteenth anniversary. She was 36 at the time and I 37. We had no set plans and decided to begin with dinner at a nice restaurant. We finished both our dinner and the pitcher of margaritas we ordered. Upon leaving decided that neither of us should be driving. Instead we decided to walk around the city.

Several blocks away, we came across an adult arcade/bookstore and I kidded her about going inside. She had never been in one and was curious to see what it was like. Who was I to stop her? The store was rather crowded with about a dozen men and two other couples. Everyone looked fairly normal. Most of the single men were looking at magazines and rental movies.

Sensing her nervousness, we joined the other couples in the rather tame section containing lotion, novelties and cards. Before long we boldly moved to the section containing the vibrators and dildos were she marveled at the variety of designs and sizes. It was incredibly erotic watching Sara in front of so many strangers examining the large rubber dildos. By the look in her eyes and deep concentration, I could only imagine what was going on in her mind. I’m sure she was thinking what it might be like to have the different sizes and thick nesses inside her, pleasuring her.

Although extremely attractive and sexy, Sara hadn’t dated much before we married and had little sexual variety. She had even told me that the few guys she had slept with before we met were all smaller than me and she couldn’t imagine handling anything much bigger than mine.

I broke her concentration by nudging her towards the video arcade. Hand in hand, we selected a small dark unoccupied both toward the back. I locked the door and pulled her into a passionate embrace. In the darkness, we could hear sounds coming from the booths next and near by. Most were the sounds from the videos playing of people moaning during sex, but we also heard various muffled noises from the people in the booths.

I broke off the embrace to put a few dollars in video machine. A video of a woman being serviced by several well-hung men began playing. It was clear from both of our obvious states of arousal that this was going to end up with us having sex in the booth until we were both fully satisfied.

I stood behind her letting my hands roam under her blouse, rubbing her firm breasts and rolling her nipples between my fingers while she watched the woman in the video on her hands and knees sucking one big cock while another was thrusting in and out of her cunt. Sara unbuttoned and removed her blouse in order to give me better access. She reached behind her back and fondled my erection through my bulging jeans. She proceeded to unbuttoned & unzip my jeans and pulled my hard on free.

Her hands began squeezing and stroking my hard naked cock. I kicked off my shoes and stepped out of my pants. With her still in front of me I pulled her skirt up above her waist and pushed her panties down to her knees. She took the hint and stepped out of them and removed her skirt leaving her completely exposed from the waist down.

As I watched her do this, I noticed a glory hole between our booth and the one next door. I also noticed in the darkness, someone was looking through the hole watching us. If the guy did not have his face up against the hole, we would have easily seen into the other booth. The sudden realization that someone was watching us – my wife stroking my dick and me playing with her pussy, sent a jolt of excitement through me. Sara had no idea what was happening.

I ran my hands through her soft mound and spread her lips wide with both hands to show our guest how beautiful her cunt was. I began inserting a finger into her sex and discovered that she was soaked and ready for action. I continued to finger fuck her with two fingers from one hand and played with her engorged clit with the other.

Sara’s body looked magnificent, on display in the video’s dim light as she lean back against my chest. I looked at the hole several times and could make out that we were still being watched. I then had her sit on the bench seat beside the hole. She reached out, grabbed my cock and pulled me directly in front of her. She began licking the head of my cock with her talented tongue. The voyeur was getting a fantastic show.

I decided to tell her that someone was watching us and pointed to the hole. She looked, gasped and tried to fix her clothes. I quickly grabbed her hands and told her that it was ok. She looked at me for several seconds and then asked me “If I was sure?”

I replied by guiding her head back to my throbbing cock. She smiled at me and enthusiastically began sucking me I think partially due to her own excitement and also in an attempt to put on a good show for our voyeur. She looked so damn sexy with her lips around my cock – her eyes alternating between looking up into mine and looking at the hole.

To both of our surprise, our voyeur slowly began inserting his own cock through the hole. Sara moaned around my cock as she watched the stranger’s cock coming into our booth. I think she moaned because it was apparent that this was no ordinary cock. It was huge and it was a beautiful ebony color. It easily rivaled the largest dildos we had looked at just minutes ago. The cock was still mostly soft and was already easily 8 inches long and thicker than my normal sized tool.

I was now reeling at the kinky sexual possibilities that were now before us. Sara stopped sucking and looked up at me as if she were waiting for me to tell her what to do. I asked her if she wanted to try to make it hard. I guess that she had the same idea because she quickly grabbed it with both hands and started rubbing up and down its massive dark length. She never took her eyes off of it as she exclaimed, “It’s big and it feels good.”

I never imagined I would ever see Sara playing with another man’s cock, but it was certainly something I was immensely enjoying as I began playing with my own cock. Sara had managed to bring the faceless, bodiless cock to full attention, as it expanded in both length and thickness. It now pointed up into our booth to what I would have to guess was at least 10″.

I’d never touched another man before, but I had to admit that this was absolutely the most awesome specimen of manhood that I have ever seen. I reached down and placed my hand next to hers on the huge muscle. It was almost hot to the touch, hard and soft at the same time.

I knelt down so that we were both eye level with this impressive shaft and I began rubbing the shaft against Sara’s face. Back and forth across her cheeks, her forehead and finally her lips. As I was doing this, Sara’s hands went between her legs as she played with her clit. I don’t think she consciously realized that she was doing this.

At that moment, I wanted to see her suck this big cock or at least suck as much as she could possibly get into her mouth. I asked her if she wanted to take it in her mouth and she looked into my eyes and nodded yes. Still holding the cock, I held it just behind the smooth head and I began rubbing the tip right across her lips. I told her to open up and as she did, I feed just the head inside. Her tongue licked all over the head up to my fingers. I than feed her a few more inches which allowed her to really start using her whole mouth.

Soon she had as much of this large cock as she could fit in her mouth. I began pumping the cock in rhythm with her sucking. With my other hand, I resumed playing with her dripping pussy. Eventually she switched to sucking the cock with a twisting action. I have enjoyed this technique many, many times.

She pleasured the shaft for at least 15 minutes while I teased her clit and continued to slide two fingers in and out. I knew that her poor mouth must have been getting tired. I wanted to fuck her badly yet couldn’t tear myself away from watching her giving this erotic blowjob to a complete and perfect stranger.

It was extremely erotic to see Sara’s pale white checks bulging with the big black shaft. I began to wonder if she would be willing to let this massive black rod into her sweet juicy pussy while I watched and helped or if we could accomplish that in the confines of the small booth.

What Sara did next both surprised and shocked me. She took the cock from her mouth and kissed me passionately on the mouth. As her tongue snaked into my mouth, she began rubbing the cock against both of our faces. It was covered with her saliva. It felt so hot and wet on my face as she pulled it down closer to our kiss.

We soon began kissing each other all around the shaft, lips rubbing back and forth, and our tongues teasing each other’s by darting and flicking underneath. I was completely lost. The world was receding. There was nothing real in the world to me right then but Sara, our mouths and this beautiful long hard dark penis. I would never have done this to another man, but this was not a man, this was just a cock and nothing more, for Sara and I to share in our privacy.

As I followed the path of her tongue, she led me from the cock’s base all the way to its head. Her tongue pulled away slightly, leaving me to stop with the tip of the head perched in between my open lips. I paused and looked into her eyes. Sara smiled and asked me if I wanted to finish what she had started. I didn’t need to answer, as she knew as much as I did, how badly I wanted and needed to do this. She gently pushed my head forward as I began sucking my first cock.

I held the shaft with both hands and tried to suck as best as I could. My only experience was that of having the same done to me countless times. I closed my eyes as I concentrated, and I felt Sara’s familiar mouth now engulfing my own rock hard cock. I matched her rhythm, strokes and tongue movements in order to give this stranger’s cock the same pleasure that I was receiving.

I could feel the shaft in my mouth throbbing in unison with my own. The world further receded. Now I was only aware of my throbbing prick and my mouth. The rhythms, the sucking, the tongues, the pleasure was all the same. It was as if I were sucking my own cock. I could not last much longer nor did I want this to end.

Sara could tell I was close as she increased her intensity. I did the same. I was cumming. I could feel the pulsing, shooting jet after jet of cum into her mouth. The cum tasted sweet and salty and it easily filled her mouth – my mouth. It took me a few seconds to realize that it wasn’t just me that was cumming. He blasted against the roof of my mouth, filling it. I swallowed three times, still had a mouthful and the cock was still cumming.

I pulled back as another jet splashed my cheek. Sara was now beside me and quickly guided it to her mouth as the next shot covered her tongue. She engulfed the ebony prize as it gave up its last few shots. Now totally spent, the ebony pole soon began to soften as she let it slip from her mouth. She turned to me and we kissed. Our tongues pushed cum into each other’s mouth as we played and savored the taste. I held her in a loving embrace as we licked the remaining cum from each other’s lips, chins and cheeks.

I looked at the wall. The cock was gone. I could see into the next booth and it was now empty. As we were recovering from the sexual high, someone else entered the next booth and began watching us. Another stranger was getting to see Sara’s naked body. Her breasts were magnificent and I know the voyeur had a good view of her wet unfucked pussy. I meant to remedy that soon.

Sara smiled at me and we dressed in front of our new voyeur. Once dressed, we exited the booth and headed out of the store but not before purchasing a souvenir. We could not get home fast enough, but as soon as we did, I brought her to five orgasms with her new 10″ black toy. I had a feeling that our sexual adventures had just begun.

"The Voyeur" by Tinto Brass - CoverVoyeurism… People observing others… There is a hot film called “The Voyeur” and directed by Tinto Brass, in which Dodo, a professor of French literature, is downhearted because his wife is cheating him, her behavior elusive. In his desperation, Dodo becomes a voyeur, an onlooker for the sexy antics of those around him, rather than an active participant in his own life. Lesbian scenes, cuckoldry, orgies and sex in public, all of them combined with voyeurism in this great movie. Recommended by Sir Robert!

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“A Day at the Beach” by Otis Holmes – MMF


It was a hot late July day. I was working out of the house as usual. My wife, Anne who works in town had taken the day off to go to the beach with friends. Around 10 as she was getting ready to leave her friend Mary called to say that she couldn’t make it, her son had come down with the flu and she had better stay home with him. Anne was a little disappointed but said she understood and perhaps they could do it another time.

I was not getting a lot accomplished myself. Seems like July and August people are in vacation mode and if you can reach anyone they’re really not focused. “What the hell,” I thought, “I’ll take Anne to the beach, it’ll be a nice little get a way.”

I thought I’d take her to this little nude beach I learned about while chatting on the net. Anne didn’t know about it and I thought the shock might do her good.

On the way there Anne talked non-stop about this and that. I don’t know really, I was totally caught up with my imagination and what I thought might happen once we got there. I must admit I was getting quite aroused just thinking about the possibilities and had quite the woody as we pulled into the parking area.

As we walked down the wooded path towards what turned out to be a beautiful sandy and pebble beach along an open yet secluded section of a small winding river we saw others coming and going down various paths leading to the same point. I picked out a spot surrounded by tall grass where we had a pretty good view of those around us yet we were rather secluded. As I was spreading out our blanket Anne stood holding our books looking around. I was watching her face, looking for signs. Suddenly her eyes opened wide and her mouth dropped. Now Anne’s not a prude and she’s pretty hot to look at and touch. But lets just say that she’s not too experimental and definitely we were in a sexual rut. She turned to me and whispered, “Steve, these people have no clothes on.” I looked up as if totally surprised and unaware. “Cool! I exclaimed, well you know what they say, when in Rome.” With that I dropped my shorts, reached over and took my book out of her hands and lay down on the blanket.

Anne just stood there looking around. “Quit staring and join me,” I suggested. Well I’m not taking my clothes off she replied. “You don’t have to,” I said, “but you’re going to look totally out of place and besides who’s going to look at you when everybody is the same. Look just take your top off, if you feel uncomfortable in a bit put it back on, if you don’t and you want to join the party then you can take your bottoms off, OK?”I guess she must have thought it sounded logical because she lay down on the blanket, took her top off and began reading her book.

I didn’t press the issue and she seemed to be OK with everything. I would guess we had been there about an hour when the sun on my face became blocked. I looked away from my book to see what was up, Anne did the same. There standing over us was a tall, tanned, guy of perhaps 40. He appeared to be in pretty good shape and had a rather large cock hanging down between his legs. Even soft it had to be at least 8” long.

“Hi,” he said, “I’ve been sitting on the other side of the river watching you guys and thought I’d come over and see what you’re reading.”

He said his name was John and pointed to a chair across the water and then looked back at us. John and I exchanged pleasantries while Anne just kind of sat there watching us. I could tell she kept looking at his cock though she didn’t want either one of us to notice. I could also tell that she was getting quite aroused as her nipples had grown quite large and pointed up to the sky.

At this point he looked at me and said, “I couldn’t help but notice that you have a rather nice cock.” “I really like the ones with large heads like that.”

I had always thought my cock was average at best, a little on the small side but still I thanked him for his compliment. Just knowing he was actually looking at my cock that way gave me a shiver and it jumped and twitched a little. I blushed and told him that his was very nice too, quite impressive actually.

Anne smiled and nodded in agreement, a quite breathless yes slid out of her voice. “Can I touch it?” John asked.

Now I am not gay but I am open to pleasure, besides I thought, I brought Anne here to get out of our sexual rut. “If Anne say’s it’s OK I replied, then please be my guest.” We both turned to look at her, my cock now semi erect, John’s beginning to show signs of life too. Anne tried to reply but no words came out, slowly without taking her eyes off Johns growing member she nodded her head yes.

John lowered his knees to rest on the blanket in front of me. He then looked at Anne and whispered thank you. Turning back to me he reached out with his right hand it wrapped it around my now hard throbbing cock. I heard Anne moan and turned to look her in the eye and smile.

“Ummmm,” John whispered, “this is so nice.” He started to slowly slide his hand up and down my shaft. After a few strokes he wrapped his hand tightly around it and put his thumb over the hole and squeezed and pressed down with his thumb in unison. I let out a huge moan and almost came right there.

I looked at Anne and she had her hand down the front of her panties rubbing her clit. “Take them off, John asked her as he rubbed my balls to calm me down, please I want to see you too.” Anne didn’t look to me for approval, lifting her cheeks off the blanket she slid her panties down to her ankles then kicked them off.

“Oh my, you’re beautiful,” John panted, “please spread you legs wider, let me see all of you.”

Anne lay back on her elbows and with her feet on the blanket she pushed her knees out and down showing John her beautiful wet and now dripping pussy. “Oh God,” he exclaimed, “may I touch you too?”

Anne simply closed her eyes and let her head fall back. John looked to me and we smiled as I nodded yes, “Please do,” I said.

John’s hand slid off my cock leaving it feeling cold and alone with out his soft warm stroking. I must admit I had a moment of jealousy as he released me and reached for her. Not because I didn’t want him to touch my wife, but because his hand felt so good around my cock.

He sat down beside Anne midway and pulled her to him. Leaning over her and staring down into her eyes he let his hand fall to her mound. Anne moaned and twitched as the weight of his hand pressed down and his fingers cupped her throbbing dripping pussy.

His index finger lifted and found her clit and began rubbing and pushing it around. Anne bit down on her lower lip and lifted her pelvis up to his hand. Her breathing became hard and erratic and soft whimpering moans began to escape her mouth.

Without a word she reached over and grabbed John’s massive hard standing cock. He must have had ten inched and it was as big around as her wrist. Anne began stroking and rubbing John as he continued to tease her clit. Now his head was back and his breathing was labored and matching hers. John slid first one, then two fingers into Anne’s pussy and began thrusting and pushing against her. She just moaned harder and louder as he applied weight and friction while finger fucking her.

Now I love Anne but it has always been so difficult to get her to suck my cock. After hours of begging she will lick it and suck it a few times and that’s it. You can imagine my surprise when she lifted her head and put it in John lap without being asked.

Then she opened her mouth and after a few seconds of adjustment to his size began sucking his huge hard cock like she’s does it everyday. One hand was cupping and fondling his balls as her mouth bobbed up and down on his big cock. “Oh my God,” John moaned, “:that is so damn awesome.” With out taking her mouth off his cock Anne looked up at John and smiled.

Putting her arms around his waist and letting her warm dripping mouth slide off his cock Anne rolled back over onto her back pulling John with her. She bent up and kissed him and whispered, “Fuck me John, please.”

John didn’t need to be told twice and knelt between her legs. Anne grabbed his cock and pulled it into her waiting, wanting pussy. Slowly at first but picking up with intensity John began pumping all ten inches of meat into my pretty petite wife.

She wrapped her legs around his ass and met his every stroke. I sat there with the biggest hard on of my life watching this guy we had met only minutes ago giving my wife the fucking of her life. She was crying, begging John to fuck her harder and he complied with her every wish.

Finally John’s back arched backwards and he pushed his cock deep into Anne’s pussy holding it there. You could see his balls working as he blew his load into her hot box. Anne trembled with one orgasm after another as she pulled John down to her moaning and kissing his lips.

After a few moments John pulled out of her and sat down between us. “Wow! That was fantastic!” he sighed. Looking down at my still throbbing rock hard cock he said, “Here, let me help you with that.”

John then bent over and began sucking my cock like there was no tomorrow. I’d like to say that he blew me for a good ten minutes before I came in his mouth. I think it was closer to 30 seconds. John certainly knew how to please and fuck my wife, but he also gave me the best blowjob I’ve ever had. I held onto his head as his lips and nose were buried in my pubic hair and shot deep down his throat.

John lifted his head up off my lap and turned to Anne, bending to kiss her. He kissed her full and hard. He then turned back to me. Taking me totally by surprise he bent in and kissed me full on the lips. He reached down and fondled my now limp cock as his tongue found mine. I returned the kiss as a moan escaped my lips again. Standing up he looked to both of us, “Thanks a lot,” he said, “it was great to meet you. I hope to see you around again some time.”

With that he turned, strolled back across the river, picked up his chair and walked away…

"Sex and Lucia" - CoverBeaches are a typical set for sexy stories and movies. Have you ever been in Spain? They have exceptional beaches. I have been there a number of times, the climate is warm, the light is exceptional and the Mediterranean Sea is unique. The Balearic islands, in Spain, is where most of “Sex and Lucia” (IMDB, RottenTomatoes) was filmed. It is a brilliant erotic softcore movie with appealing naughty scenes and, also, an enjoyable plot. Recommended!

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