LETTERS FROM KAREN
Karen is a woman in her early 50s. She has agreed to
share some highlights of her sex life... through a
series of letters... with my readers. The stories
are all TRUE! They begin when she had just graduated
from high school... about 27 years ago. Some of the
stories deal with pre-marriage experiences she had.
Then there were 12 years of monogamous married life
with her husband Bob.
When Bob and Karen began to honestly share their
fantasies and past sexual adventures, they decided to
open their life to the exploration of MFM threesome
fun and more recreational sex or "sport fucking" as
Karen calls it. Jim (four years younger than them)
was the first threesome partner Karen and Bob invited
into their life. They had been friends for about two
years before Bob set things up for Jim to join him in
"multiplying Karen's pleasure." Due to their age
difference, in her later reports, Karen kiddingly
refers to Jim as her "toy boy."
Karen would welcome letters from other women with
reactions, questions, comments and related stories.
You may write to her care of me..... Joan,
JJJ3313260@AOL.COM.
Letter #1 - A Little Background
Hi Joan -
Glad to hear from you. I hardly know where to start. I've
never had a friend I could talk to about my experiences,
and have often wondered if anyone else has had similar
experiences. My name is Karen and it sounds as if we have
much in common. I am in a committed relationship, and have
been married 30-plus years.
I have found the stories you have provided to be most
interesting. My husband and I think that whatever works
for a person should not be judged by anyone else. There
are so many lonely people in this world, and everyone
should be loved. Judgmental people drive me up the wall.
What may work well for me might not be suitable for anyone
else. So long as nothing is hurtful, it's nobody's
business. I love reading other people's stories and
knowing we are not alone in the ways we enjoy sex. I know
we have lived in a way that some would consider dangerous,
but for my husband and me, it has improved our relationship
and made us closer as we have shared so much. We
understand, accept and have a mutual respect for each
other.
When the girl in one of your stories told her husband how
much she loved him for giving her that experience, I knew
how she felt. I told Bob exactly the same thing after we
enjoyed fulfilling our MFM threesome fantasy the first
time. I loved it, and I knew how much he loved me... and I
told him so. That will be in my story.
To answer you, no, the two guys with whom we had threesomes
with never met or knew each other. That will unfold in the
stories. And the relationships did not go on
simultaneously. They both lasted over a number of years.
We are still involved in the second relationship and meet
still occasionally. There is so much to relate.
Joan, I am not quite 20 years older than you are, so I've
had more time to have experiences. I can appreciate the
love and care you and your guys can give to your
children... and that is special (see Joan's story - #JL-
104.TXT). Bob always felt he did not have enough time for
his family... especially his boys, because he was working
all the time.
He did spend time with them though, and has always been a
wonderful father. I love to write my stories in a frank
way... and I can see from reading yours, my words will not
offend you.
From reading letters in Penthouse, and some of the erotic
stories on the Net, I have learned there are as many unique
lifestyles as there are people. I will give you some
background about me. I was raised in a strict, Christian
home. I always had a strong sex drive and I dated a lot in
high school. I am just over 5 ft. tall and in those years,
quite
skinny. I loved to park and neck and roll around with
guys, but I never let it go any further.
I started to date Bob at 18, just after high school. He
has been a great husband and soul mate, and he is the
reason why I blossomed sexually. A couple years after we
were married, he shared with me his favorite fantasy of
doing a threesome with another man.
For 10 years we talked about it... and I had greatly-mixed
emotions. I did not understand why he would want to share
me, and I was afraid it might make him too jealous and ruin
our relationship. I also did not know anyone I would be
interested in doing something like this with. We are both
well-educated, and we are financially comfortable. We are
also well known and active in our community.
After 10 years of marriage, we moved to Austin, Texas.
Through Bob's job, he met and became very good friends with
Jim, a salesman who called on him. Jim was the guy we
eventually did our first threesome with. I am not the kind
of person who could do this with a stranger.
It turns me on to go out with two guys who are well-
dressed. I like the build-up of sexual attraction. With
Jim, the sexual tension built over the next year. I could
tell I really turned him on, and he had the same effect on
me. I shared with Bob that if he was really serious about
his fantasy, I could do it with Jim. I like men who are
tall and well-built with wide shoulders and nice butts...
and Jim fit the bill.
Bob and I had some great sexual times as we mentally
explored this fantasy for about six months. Bob now had to
re-examine his feelings... now that he was faced with the
possibility that his fantasy might happen. I knew Jim was
not he kind of guy I could fall in love with, he was just a
sexual turn-on.
Bob was the first man I did anything really sexual with.
He taught me everything from French kissing to fucking. I
always had a strong sexual drive, and I don't believe any
man could keep up with me. Bob always said if I had two
guys, I would love it... and really get satisfied.
I love all aspects of sex, and have learned the difference
between sex for love and "sport-fucking." I learned that
if sex is going to be fun, it ought to be dirty... and the
dirtier the better. I often wonder about the kind of
fantasies I have, and if other women have them too.
For instance, sometimes I get so hot I just think about a
cock and how soft the skin is... and how hot it gets when
hard. I love to feel a cock grow hard when I hold it and
when I suck it... and feel it get hard in my mouth. I love
to rub a man's balls. I really get off on the feeling of
power I get, especially when I jack-off a man. I love to
watch a cock respond, and watch the head get wet... and
then squirt when he comes.
I don't do this often, as I hate to waste a good hard-on.
I like to fuck a cock more than just jack-off a cock and
watch. However, that is one of my favorite masturbatory
fantasies.
Over the past 20 years, we have had two guys in our lives
with whom we have enjoyed regular threesomes. These
threesomes have really added to our own sex lives. Both
guys lived in other cities. We usually got together
between two to four times a year, just depending on
circumstances.
I have found that I love the feeling of two mouths, four
hands and two cocks. I have nice breasts. They are very
sensitive, and my nipples are prominent with large aureole.
I love to have them sucked on. Having both breasts licked
and sucked at the same time makes me SO hot. I'll tell you
a lot more as our story unfolds.
If you have time, drop me a note about you and your
particular situation I have had a few "erotic" pen-pals,
but men don't seem to be too interested in that sort of
thing. Bob also has had a few women he corresponded with
and shared stories, but nothing like what we have done.
Looking forward a lot to sharing experiences with you.
Karen
Letter #2 - Our First Threesome Experience
Let me tell you about my first MFM threesome. I hardly
know where to start. I've never before had a friend I
could talk to about this, and I enjoy this opportunity to
share our story.
Bob and I had been married about 10 years, and we had often
discussed his fantasy of watching me fuck another guy. At
first I was not receptive, but eventually I became more
comfortable with the idea.
There was no particular guy in mind, but we met Jim and we
all became good friends. Jim called on Bob about once a
month. At those times we would all go out to dinner or
have Jim come to our place for dinner. I found Jim to be
very attractive and sexy, but I knew he was nobody I would
ever run away with.
He was between marriages, a big flirt, and had a good sense
of humor. When I finally told Bob that I wanted to fulfill
our fantasy with Jim, we began to plan how we would make it
happen. This added to our shared sexual stimulation,
because Jim didn't suspect what we had in mind.
It was clear Jim found me very attractive, and the sexual
chemistry grew more tense each time we were all together.
However, I didn't know how he might respond to a situation
like we had in mind.
Jim lived in Houston and came to Austin for a visit in
March, along with a trainee. That evening we all went to
dinner... and Bob drove. We went to a small town about 25
miles away. On the way back, I got into the back seat with
Jim "to visit," I said. That left Jim's trainee in the
front seat with Bob. The road was dark, and nobody could
see into the back seat. I sat very close and put my hand
on his leg.
As we all talked and laughed, I slowly moved my hand up to
Jim's crotch. He got a hard-on, and I rubbed him as we
rode along. He was very nervous. At first he tried to
push me away... but I kept coming back. He was very
turned-on and nervous, and surprised... and I was really
enjoying this.
Obviously nothing more could happen that night. Bob knew
in advance what I was going to do. Poor Jim hardly knew
how to act when we got back to the house. Jim and his
trainee left, and Bob and I had a great night of fucking as
we discussed what had happened in the back seat.
Jim had to be very torn, as he didn't want to screw up a
good relationship... to say nothing about business. On his
visit in April he was nervous, but friendly. We just had a
social evening, and I acted like nothing had happened.
In May there was a business meeting in Houston, and Jim was
going to be there. I went with Bob and we made plans to
have dinner with Jim. We were all dressed up and went to a
nice restaurant where we had a great time. Then we went
back to Jim's place "to have a drink" and to visit. I wore
my sexiest dress. It split up the front, and its top was
cut very low. I did not wear a bra.
When I sat down, my dress split apart and showed a lot of
leg. I knew it would be very easy to take off. We talked
for awhile, then Bob made an excuse to run to the store for
some snacks. I could tell Jim was very nervous, being
left alone with me. I asked him to freshen my drink. When
he got up to refresh my drink, I followed him into the
kitchen and stood very close.
While standing next to him, looking into his eyes, I
blurted it out! I told him how I thought he was very
sexy... and that Bob and I had a fantasy to do a threeway
with him... and I asked how he felt about that.
He was so turned-on that his hands were actually shaking.
He told me how much I turned him on too. I said, "Why
don't you kiss me?" He took me in his arms, and he started
necking with me while we were standing in the kitchen.
Then I took his hand and led him back into the living room
and we sat down on the couch.
He wanted to be sure this is what we wanted to do... and be
reassured that Bob would not be angry. I just kissed
him... and very soon his hand was on my breast. We were
really getting hot and heavy when Bob came back in the
door. This had been our plan... to allow me some time to
get the ball rolling. When Bob walked in on us, Jim got
nervous, but Bob reassured him that this was what we both
wanted to happen... and that all was OK.
By this time my dress was partially open, and one breast
was out. Bob sat on the couch next to me (opposite side
from Jim)... and then we really got into it. My dress was
soon totally open One guy would be kissing me, and both
of my tits were being rubbed and caressed. I was rubbing a
hard cock with each hand... and shortly, both of their
dicks were out of their pants.
At this point I suggested we head for the bedroom. We got
on the bed with me in the middle, and slowly shed all of
our clothes. What an incredible feeling to have all that
bare male skin touching my body... with four hands, two
mouths and two cocks to play with. It was overwhelming to
me and took my breath away.
I was so hot and my pussy was so wet. Both nipples were
being sucked and licked... being rubbed all over... fingers
were in my pussy... I was being kissed by two guys!
The guys were nervous, and they kept getting soft and then
hard... and then soft again. We must have played like that
for quite awhile. I love foreplay! Sometimes I would have
to just take a break to catch my breath. I would suck one
cock and play with the other. Sometimes one guy would just
lay back and take a break and watch. I remember getting on
my knees between them and stroking each cock while I caught
my breath... and telling them how much I was loving this.
Jim's cock was different than Bob's. It was shorter and
much thicker. Finally I got on top of Jim and slid his
cock into my pussy while Bob stood beside me. As soon as I
felt Jim's cock within me, I started sucking on my
husband's cock as he watched. What a turn-on for me.
Jim made me stop after a few minutes, because he was
getting close to coming. I laid down next to Jim, and my
husband fucked me missionary-style for awhile. I hung my
head over the edge of the bed, and Jim came around and let
me suck him. His balls were bigger than Bob's. I rubbed
and fondled them as I was sucking his cock.
As Bob watched me do this, he came off! After he had
filled my pussy and withdrew, Jim came around and
immediately got onto the bed, positioned himself above me,
and started fucking my pussy. His cock felt great because
it was so thick, even though he couldn't go as deep as Bob.
Bob just watched me getting fucked by Jim. I could tell he
was loving the scene, having his fantasy come true.
I absolutely didn't want anybody to wear rubbers, as I love
having that feeling of a bare cock... and the feeling of
having it shoot-off inside me. When Jim came, I could feel
the spasming of his dick as it shot its load... and I had a
shuddering orgasm. All that come, plus my own juices, had
me swimming in wetness.
We all rested and relaxed for probably 20 minutes. Jim got
a towel from the bathroom. I needed it to wipe up. Then
we got going again. This time Bob got so excited as I was
stroking both cocks, he just shot-off on the towel. Then I
fucked Jim again with me on top. I rode him hard while Bob
sucked my tits. I had another great come before Jim shot
off again in my pussy.
By this time it was after midnight, and we had been playing
together for over three hours. We had to leave for home
the next day so we all said our good-byes. It had been a
beautiful, incredible night!
When Bob and I got to the car, I told him how very much I
loved him for doing this. That I loved every minute of it.
I told him he had been SO RIGHT when he said that if I ever
had two guys at the same time, I would love it and get
really satisfied. We went right back to the motel. Little
did I know... the night was just beginning for us.
.
Bob got one hard-on after another that night, and he fucked
me SIX MORE TIMES! We could not believe it, but each hard-
on was as good as the first, and each cum was fantastic. I
had more orgasms that night than I had ever had before.
I kept track (and I usually don't), but we fucked 20 times
in those 3 days. We were both so hot from that night with
Jim. Well that's the story of my initiation. I hope you
enjoyed it. Lots more to come.
Karen
Letter #3 - More Background About Karen
Hi Joan, I have enjoyed everything you have sent... and
draw parallels between Bob and me, you and your guys... and
the several women who have sent you their stories. I find
certain expressions of feelings that we all share.
Also, I took note of some things I could do, and some
things I could not do. I don't mean that in a judgmental
way... just that certain things are not me. For example,
I could never go to a bar and meet a stranger and fuck him
later that night. I want the build-up of getting to know
someone, and letting that sexual attraction and tension
develop.
That's why Jim was such a good match for us. You sound
like my husband, Bob. You both seem interested in the
psychology of why we do what we do... and why certain
things turn us on. Perhaps we are just molded by our
personal life experiences.
By the way, I am just over 5' 2", have reddish-brown hair
and green eyes. My legs are
short, and usually I weigh around 125 to 130#. Right now
I'm about 10# over, and trying to get back down. I think I
am pretty, and some people have told me I resemble Susan
Hayward. In my pictures, I see it too.
I am going to go back to my early 20's, in the early years
of our relationship (Bob and mine), to give you some
background on maybe why a threesome with another guy became
his favorite fantasy. One of your very early exposures to
sex was secretely watching your mom have this unique
experience with your dad and his brother, so this became
part of your sexual history. Do you agree? (NOTE FROM
JOAN: Yes! See my story #JL-104.TXT)
I also want to tell you that there has never been any
sexual play between the men I have been with. It has
always been all straight hetero... with full attention on
me! That's part of the reason I have always found the
experience so overwhelming. When I am with two men at the
same time, I am busy... but the guys can individually take
a break and watch, which tends to rejuvenate the guy who's
watching.
All men seem to be such voyeurs, and they really get turned
on by watching. I have found that I have to take a break
now and then. I noticed the same in the stories you sent
me by Susan and Lucy (NOTE FROM JOAN: See stories #J3-
105.TXT and #J3-106.TXT).
I know some women could never handle relationships that
involve two men. A lot of women don't really appreciate
sex... are not even interested in developing their sexual
potential. I'm sure that's true of some men also. Too
many men have three main goals... getting it up, sticking
it in, and getting off! End of story.
I've had a few girlfriends over the years who wished their
man knew how to turn them on. I think every life is a
"story" all by itself. Back to why certain things turn us
on.
Bob has this thing for nipples. He loves breasts that have
protruding nipples and large aureole. One night while we
were dating, we were at a drive-in movie. No cars were
around us, and I was hot. As we were necking and playing,
I took off my blouse... and then my bra. It was the first
time he had seem my bare tits. To this day, he says that's
when he knew he was in love with me. I qualify. My
breasts are 36C and my nipples are large with big aureole.
"Gorgeous pink..." his description. Why should this be?
Who knows.
We have gone to quite a few topless clubs over the years,
and I've seem him get a hard-on just looking at girls who
have his kind of tits and nipples. Also, I agree with you
that "different" is not necessarily better. But "new and
different" can be very stimulating.
The new and different experiences we have had have added
much to our relationship, and have made us so much
closer... because our sex (when we are alone) is so
stimulated by the memories of... and the shared talk
about... those experiences.
Bob says it turns him on so much to see me so turned-on,
and for me to be so wild and dirty and uninhibited. More
about this as I send you my stories.
Love to all,
Karen
Letter # 4 - My Earliest Sexual/Sensual
Encounters/Experiences
Dear Joan -
My first sexual experience involved a boy named Ken (not
his real name). He lived near the farm where my aunt and
uncle lived... and I usually went to visit them for two
weeks each summer. I was sweet on him for several of my
teen years.
The summer I was 16 is when this happened. As you know
from my earlier letters, I loved to neck and roll around
with guys. This summer was hot. Toward the end of my
stay, we went down to a private lake on the farm for a
swim, and got to necking in the water.
Ken wanted to see my young tits, and play with them... and
I could feel his hard dick poking me when he held me close.
Finally I agreed to show him my breasts if he would let me
see what he was hiding in his trunks. I thought he would
chicken out, but he agreed. So I stepped back a few feet
and pulled my top down.
My boobs weren't very big at that time, but my nipples were
large and swollen... and he groaned when he saw them. I
could tell he was playing with himself under water and it
turned me on more.
He stood up in the shallow water and pulled his trunks
down. I was amazed at the size and redness of his cock.
The purple head just fascinated me. He started stoking his
cock while I watched. I enjoyed watching the pleasure on
his face. Then his cock started to squirt his white, milky
cum and, oh God, did that turn me on.
My pussy was so hot and swollen and must have been very
wet. After we calmed down and finished our swim, we went
back up to the farmhouse. We were both very young and, I
think, very embarrassed, as we were both dealing with a
bunch of new emotions.
Nobody was home, and when he left I went up to my room and
took off my swimsuit and laid on the bed and masturbated
furiously. I was so damn hot, I must have come-off three
or four times thinking about what had just happened.
Remember how I wrote the last time that things that happen
early in our life set us up mentally for what turns us on
later in life? This was one of those defining experiences
for me.
Two days later Ken came over after supper and we went for a
walk in the orchard. We were both dealing with a lot of
emotion, and we were very hot for each other. We started
necking again when were out of sight. I loved the way he
kissed. Eventually we snuck back up in the hay loft and
repeated what we had done by the lake. I would not let him
touch me, but I played with my hardened nipples while I
watched him jack-off again. Again, he squirt come out of
the end of his cock. It still turns me on to think about
it, and that was over 35 years ago.
That gives you background on what comes next. The first
time I told Bob that story from my past... it made him so
damn hot that he did the same thing (stroked his cock until
he shot his juices) for me while I masturbated for him. I
watched him come and he never lost his hard-on. Then I
came, and he buried his cock in my wet and ready pussy...
and we both came off again. What a delicious fuck! We did
it a few more times that night too.
This next notable event in my sexual development happened
some years later while I was dating Bob. The story I am
about to tell you is one I had to wait a few years before I
could share it with Bob.
As I said earlier, Bob was away at college. When he
graduated, he took a job out of town to make money and get
on his feet before we got married. We had our share of
break-ups and fights during this courtship.
One of the major reasons I kept coming back was the great
sex we shared. At this point in my life, Bob was the only
guy I had ever been with in a sexual way. I had a few
dates through the years when he was gone, but nothing
serious. I was pissed and hurt that he moved away and that
he could only get back home about once a month.
I would usually go see him once a month for the week-end.
I started going out some nights with some girl friends. We
usually went to a nearby singles bar. I really enjoy
dancing, but I am not much of a drinker. One Friday night
I met a guy the other girls knew. I'll call him Lyle.
Don't change the name as I hope he reads this... but small
chance.
Lyle was an instant turn-on for me. Built nice, great butt
and he was a cop. We danced, and he bought me a drink, and
we talked for awhile. He really was not much of a talker,
but he was very sexy looking. He asked for my phone
number, and I gave it to him.
The next week he called for a date. He could only go out
on Thursday night due to his work schedule. I wasn't too
happy about this as it was a work night for me, but I
decided to go. We went out to a club... dancing and
drinking... in a nearby town.
By 11 PM we were ready to leave. On the way home he pulled
off onto a country lane and parked. We started kissing,
but he had a T-bird, and seats were split, so he pulled the
front seat forward and we got into the back seat. I was
hot and he was sexy, and this was the first guy (other than
Bob) I had parked and necked with in about four years.
Lyle was about four years older than me... in his mid-20's.
An "older man!" That turned me on. We necked and rolled
around in the back seat, and we were both getting hotter.
He was rubbing my tits through my blouse and feeling may
ass and trying to put his hand up my skirt. I was loving
this, but knew I did not want to fuck this guy on a first
date. Too fast.
We started French kissing, and before I realized what I was
doing, I grabbed his hard cock and was rubbing it through
his pants. He was really pushing to get his hands up my
skirt and to get into my pants. Things just kept getting
hotter. He had my blouse open and my bra unhooked, and he
was rubbing my bare tits and flicking my nipples. He kept
saying how he wanted to fuck me. I was getting scared.
He didn't even tell me if he had any rubbers, and yet I was
getting to the point that I didn't give a shit. By now his
pants were unzipped and I had his bare cock in my hand.
Finally I asked him if he'd like a blow job. He said, "Oh
God, yes!" I unbuckled his pants and he pulled his pants
and shorts right down to his ankles. I leaned over and
took the head of his cock into my mouth.
He was really leaking pre-come, and he was in my total
control as soon as I put the head of his dick into my
mouth. I love cocks and balls... and this was really
exciting. I was stroking his cock with one hand and
cupping his balls with the other and sucking his dick. He
was groaning and just lost in his ecstasy.
He kept telling me how good it felt, and how he wanted to
eat my pussy and fuck me with his cock. I just kept
rubbing and sucking and I knew he was getting close. He had
his shirt open, and I just kept pumping. Pretty soon he
started coming. I held his cock so the come shot up on his
belly and so I could watch it squirt each drop. He had a
good load.
He went absolutely nuts when he came off. He was moaning
and bucking his hips. Not only did I find it dirty and
sexy, it was a real power trip to be able to do that for a
man. It never dawned on me until that moment that this was
a power trip. That hard dick was for me and I was in total
control... and I made it shoot off. He cleaned up with
some Kleenex and, shit, he came right back for more.
Now his pants were around his ankles and I didn't think his
cock would ever got soft. It was poking my belly again.
So I grabbed it and started stroking it some more. I got
him back on the seat and started sucking his cock and
jacking him off again. This time took a little longer.
I was amazed at how his cock felt just like Bob's. About
the same size for sure. He loved me rubbing his balls and
licking up and down the shaft of his cock. Finally things
calmed down and his cock got soft. By this time it was
almost 2 AM. He took me home and dropped me off.
I was so damn horny I went to bed... and, once again, had
to bring myself off several times before I could go to
sleep. I was very confused. I knew I really loved Bob,
but I was so hot and wanted to fuck Lyle badly.
The dumb shit never called me again for a date. If he had,
I'm pretty sure I would have eagerly fucked him. I did see
him a few times at the bar, and he was always nice. It
took me years to get the story and to figure out why he
never called back. Seems he was fucking one of the girls I
worked with, and she was engaged to another guy at the
time. He wanted her to break off the engagement and to
marry him. I think he was trying to make her jealous, and
figured I would be an easy fuck.
Too bad, as he missed out on a hot pussy by not trying just
a little harder. On Friday I could hardly keep my mind on
my job, I was so hot. I needed a hard cock to fuck and
knew where to find one. I left work at 5 PM and went
immediately to Bob's apartment where he lived. He wasn't
expecting me that weekend. When I walked in, he was
surprised.
I didn't want to visit, drink a beer, watch TV, or get a
pizza. I wanted his hard prick in my pussy. He knew I was
hot. One might say I raped him. I just about ripped his
clothes off and we hit the bed in no time. I was a wild
woman that night. We did the foreplay thing, I got his
cock good and stiff, and we fucked!
Then I'd let him rest just a short time and start to stroke
and suck his cock until it came back up so I could fuck it
again. I worked him over until 3 AM, until he finally just
passed out. I wanted Bob and yet I really just wanted his
dick. I think that night I could have fucked the football
team. I was so wanton and dirty. It was just pure animal
lust. I loved it.
On Saturday Bob really questioned me about why I was so
hot. He told me he had never seen me like that. I told
him I had a date on Thursday night... and that's all I told
him then. From that point on, he knew something had
happened. He thought for years I'd fucked this guy, but I
hadn't. I just jacked him off twice.
We were married for about five years before I told him the
truth. Shit, did that turn him on. We had a hot summer of
fucking. It really fueled his fantasy. I really wonder
what might have happened if Lyle had ever dated me a few
times more. This was my first experience as a grown woman
with pure lust.
It was just sex and fucking because it felt good...
although I could not have thought that through at the time.
I think this gives you some background information you need
leading up to our threesome for both of us. More soon.
Hope this makes you all hot as hell and makes you need to
fuck both your guys when you read this.
Let me know. Karen
Letter #5 - My Introduction To The Distinction Between
"Sport Fucking" and Love
Dear Joan,
Today I am going to tell you about the time I yielded to
temptation. This happened shortly before Bob and I got
married.
Bob was doing a lot of travelling in his work, and I was
still working too. A young guy just out of college came
into our office as a trainee. He was from a city that was
about five hours driving time away, so he couldn't get home
very often. He was stuck in our office for about nine
months.
We were working together and I was very attracted to him.
He turned out to be the guy that had the largest cock I
have yet encountered in my life. He also was a very gentle
lover and I enjoyed very much the "forbidden fruit" times I
had with him.
Our little affair did not last long, as it was in the late
winter and spring just before I got married. Another
reason it did not last long was that I did not want or need
any gossip or scandal at the office or any kind of stories
getting back to Bob.
I'll call him Mike (not his real name). He was real cute,
and he had a great sense of humor, which I like. He was
also a big flirt. Supposedly he had a sweetie back home he
was pretty serious with. As we got friendlier with each
other, he would talk about how horny he was, and how he
missed his girl back home.
One day he made a remark that his ideal situation would be
to meet a horny married or engaged woman who could be
discreet... and who (like him) needed some relief. I told
him I believed it was the guys who couldn't keep their
mouth shut. He immediately replied that he could.
As time went on, we got friendlier, and I found myself
fantasizing about him. But, was very afraid of getting
nvolved in an office affair. Nothing good usually comes of
that sort of thing, and I didn't want to mess up my
relationship with Bob.
About six months after Mike came into the office, I was
mentioning how I was going to be looking for a new
apartment, as I needed to move. Mike suggested I come look
at the place where he lived, as it was a new building and
very nice. One night we had an office retirement party and
Mike was there. After the dinner, he suggested I stop by
and see his apartment. I was feeling just naughty enough
to do it.
I went over there and he showed me around his place. It
was very nice. The sexual tension was very thick. As I
was getting ready to leave, he offeered to help me with my
coat. He was in back of me, and instead of putting my coat
on, he put his arms around me and kissed my neck. Well,
that got the ball rolling... and I turned around and
started kisssing him back.
Before long, the lights were out and we were on the couch
necking. It was stupid of me to think I could stop this
from going any further, but I did. Slowly things got
hotter and hotter. We were feeling each other all over but
our clothes were still on. Then he got my blouse
unbuttoned, and my bra came off. When he got to my tits
and nipples, he started licking and sucking, and I was a
goner.
I could feel his hard cock through his pants, and he
pressed it against me. He took his shirt off, and then my
blouse was gone, and we were naked from the waist up...
necking like crazy. He got his hand up my skirt and was
rubbing my swollen pussy lips through my panties. He was
going real slow and was very gentle. Actually, he was
going too slow for me. It was almost like he was teasing
me.
I unzipped his pants and he pulled them down around his
knees... along with his shorts. There was enough light for
me to see his hard cock, and my eyes bugged out. I
remember saying, "Oh my God. Its so big." And it was.
I touched him, and wrapped my hand around his shaft. He
groaned with pleasure. This was the biggest cock I had ever
seen. When I asked him later, he told me it was nine-
inches long. I am small, and I was a bit apprehensive that
his cock would hurt me. He told me he would be careful,
and not to worry. I must admit I was fascinated by his
cock.
He got my skirt and panties off. I was so wet. We stayed
on the couch, and he knelt in front of my as I spread my
legs for him. He put the head of his dick between the lips
of my pussy as he kissed me and touched my nipples. Slowly
he slid his cock into my very hot, wet pussy. Oh, my it
did feel good. His cock was thick as well as long, and it
really filled me up.
He rocked back and forth, slowly burying it deeper, and my
pussy seemed to get even wetter as he went in further. I
had no trouble taking his cock, but I don't really know if
he buried it all the way that first time. I had a fabulous
orgasm very quickly, and it surprised me that it happened
that soon.
Mike had great control, and he just kept slowly sliding his
hard cock in and out. He was driving me crazy. I had
several great orgasms, and finally I could tell he was
building toward his climax. Right then he asked if he
could come in me, and I said yes, yes, it's OK. Fill my
cunt with your come. He had a crashing orgasm and it
seemed like I could feel every squirt of his cock. I don't
know how long it had been for him, but his come lasted a
long time. It was very much a turn-on for me.
You were so right Joan, when you said a big cock is not
necessarily better, but it sure was different. Maybe there
are guys that are even bigger, but Mike had the biggest
cock I ever played with or fucked. The thing that turned
me on about his cock was watching him walk around naked,
especially right after we finished fucking and he had his
come, and it was going soft. It looked like a sausage
hanging out of his belly.
He also had the largest ball sack of all my men. God, his
balls really hung down, and everything would swing as he
walked. After we finished fucking on the couch we sat and
talked and held each other. I was holding his soft cock in
my hand and it began to stiffen again. This time he took
my hand and led me to his bed.
We began our foreplay and I got my first chance to put his
cock in my mouth and suck and lick the head. This was
different and fun. Then he fucked me from behind as we lay
on our sides. Once again he was slow and gentle, and very
much a turn-on. After he came, I was awash in my juices
and his come. He got a towel and helped me clean up.
I must tell you about something that is kinky and really
turned me on. This is about as kinky as I get, and have no
idea why this should be such a turn-on for me. He said he
had to pee, and I asked if I could hold his cock while he
went. We went into the bathroon and he stood in front of
the toilet bowl to relieve himself. I stood next to him
and held his cock in my hand... and guided it as he pissed.
I found that so dirty, and such a sexual turn-on. Why
would I find that so sexy? I've never read any stories
where any other women found that a turn-on.
Finally, I was able to get dressed and get back to my
place. The next day was a work day. I was very nervous
about what might happen with work and with my relationship
with Bob, but nobody ever found out.
Mike was a man of his word and was very discreet. He kept
his mouth shut, and we had several more good times
together. Years later when I told Bob about my little
fling, he was not angry or hurt, and found my story a real
turn-on. Of course, by now there was no threat to our
relationship, and he could be secure and enjoy the sexy
story I had to share.
One time several of us at the office worked late due to
some special projects. When we all left the office, it was
snowing and my car was parked toward the back of a very
empty parking lot.
Mike walked me to my car as it was dark... and it would
give us a chance to spend some time alone without looking
suspicious. As luck would have it, my car wouldn't start
and the battery was low. He got his car and brought it to
the side of mine to hook up with cables to get it started.
As the engine was running and charging my car, he and I
started necking in the front seat. The windows got all
steamy. Nobody was around, and I was rubbing his dick
through his pants. He had his hands up under my blouse,
had unhooked my bra, and was rubbing my
breasts and playing with my nipples. That always makes me
hot.
If you want to get me hot, just lick and suck my nipples...
and I'm fired up! Pretty soon I had his pants unzipped and
I pulled his cock out. He was really hard, and leaking
pre-cum. I loved to wrap my lips around his cockhead, and
lick and suck with my tongue.
We were all bundled up in winter clothes, and I felt it
would be difficult to fuck in the car in that parking lot.
Mike got his hand into my panties, under my skirt, and was
rubbing my little love button with his finger. Oh MY! My
pussy was swollen and wet and so hungry for something stiff
and long. Then he slid his finger up into my cunt and
began moving his hand to give me a good finge-fucking.
It didn't take me long to have a shattering orgasm. I had
to return the favor. When I got control of myself I began
to jack him off. As I have said before, I love to watch a
dick squirt it's love juices. He was getting closer, and I
did have presence of mind enough to know his load was going
to make a real mess. I slipped off my cotton panties, and
when he started to shoot off, I wrapped his dick with them.
He really had a gusher, as usual. That really was a turn-
on for both of us. He told me he wanted to keep those
panties with the scent of my pussy mixed with his come. I
wonder if he ever washed them, or if he still has them
today? After we calmed down, I was able to leave. When I
got home I was still very turned-on, and had to bring
myself to orgasm again before I could even eat supper.
One of the last times we were able to get together, we
slipped out of town to a motel for one night. We knew our
little fling was going to end as Mike was about done with
his training program, and would be going back to his home
town. And, Bob was soon to be moving back where I was then
living.
There was a motel about 40 miles up the road, and we got
reservations for a Friday night. I made up some excuse why
I wouldn't be home that night, and we slipped away. This
place had an indoor, heated, swimming pool which was very
unusual 30 years ago. Very nice place.
Mike drove, and I was being my usual dick-tease in the car.
I sat next to him and pulled up my dress and fingered my
pussy right in front of him. I had my blouse open and let
him gaze on my breasts as I cupped and rubbed them. Then I
got his cock out, and stroked it and rubbed it lighly as we
were driving down the highway. It drove him crazy, and he
was really primed for when we got to the room.
We checked in, and went to the room. We hadn't even had
supper yet. In no time he had me stripped naked, and he
was pulling off his clothes as he was using his hands and
mouth on me. I have to say that he had a gorgeous cock,
all swollen and hard just for me. We quickly buried it in
my hot little pussy that was so hungry to be filled.
He fucked me on the bed, and I could feel his large balls
hitting my ass as he rode me. After he had his gushing
orgasm inside me, we laid there and cuddled and necked. I
loved to watch him walk around with his cock hanging down
right after a good come. I don't necessarily think "bigger
is better," but I did find his cock very stimulating.
It was very sexy to me to see how large his cock and balls
were and how they looked and hung right after we had sex.
We fucked again before we went to eat, and them came back
and went for a swim in the heated pool. Thank goodness I
didn't see anyone I knew. Now that I look back, it was a
dangerous thing to do, but I guess I wasn't thinking with
my brain in that case. We had quite a night of sex, and
stayed until late morning, before I had to leave and get
back home.
Now that I look back on it, I am surprised I didn't
consciously recognize that situation for what it was. I
knew that I loved Bob and wanted to marry him. I knew that
I would never love Mike that way. I also enjoyed sex with
each guy a lot. In fact, when Bob would come home from his
job for a long weekend, I was very hot for him and just
fucked his brains out every chance I got. He thought I was
just horny, knowing that we were soon going to get married.
When Bob was home, he found one hot bitch that needed to be
fucked a lot, and that helped take the edge off things for
me. I think he was glad to go back on the road at times,
just so he could get some rest.
I guess I was just too young and immature to really think
it through, but that relationship with Mike was really my
first experience with recreational sex or "sport fucking,"
as I call it. About eight years later when I was able to
tell Bob of my adventure with Mike, Bob really was turned-
on by it... and the story led us to enjoy a lot of really
hot sex re-living those days.
Letter #6 - Bob Has Had His "Sport Fucking" Fun Too
All the stories that I have written to you have been about
me. But, I want you to know that Bob had some little
adventures of his own too. He has told me about how, in
his senior year at college, he was fucking a girl who lived
in the next apartment. It seems her husband was more into
drinking than sex. He, too, felt like I did (regarding
that experience as "sport fucking"), and was quite turned-
on when he was screwing both of us and having his naughty
little secret.
After our threesome adventure with Jim began, I loved Bob
so much for getting me into this MFM situation, that I
wanted him to have a similar experience. He met a woman a
few years later who really appealed to him, and we did get
together with her one time. It didn't turn out to be a
good experience, however.
Then I became good friends with a woman here in Florida.
We are still good friends. Her husband was an invalid
after a stroke at age 46, and I did get her into a three-
way with Bob. We got together three times, but she
couldn't handle the guilt she felt, which was really too
bad. She loved the sex... and she, like me, is not Bi.
It has been about seven or eight years since that happened.
I also found out that Bob's stories from long ago turned me
on, which surprised me as I didn't think it would when we
first started sharing our adventures from the past.
If you met us, you would never guess what we have done in
our marriage. We are very middle class people, and project
a very different image of our relationship. We have always
been very aware of how judgemental others can be, and we
did not want our reputations ruined.
We both think there would be a lot more sexual
experimentation happening, except for the fear of the
'judgementalism' of others. Of course, we also think there
are a lot of couples who lead secret lives like we do. A
lot of couples could never get away with the chances we
have taken with our relationship.
I can honestly say that, by sharing our sexuality with each
other, we are closer as a couple. I do know, in the
fullest sense, the difference between sex for love and sex
for fun.
Thanks and Love to all,
Karen
Letter #7 - Thoughts For Other Woman Who Are Thinking
About Trying MFM Threesome Fun
Hi again Joan -
As for my thoughts to other women who may be considering
engaging in a MFM menage, I would say not to do it... if
you are just doing it to please a husband. One must be
sure FIRST that the husband/wife relationship is solid.
Men often seem to regard woman as their property, and they
can get insanely jealous. A woman must only do this if SHE
wants to. Also, the situation must be right for everyone
so that everybody can feel comfortable.
I could never go to a bar and pick up a stranger and fuck
him that night. I say that, not in a judgmental way, but
just that it would make me very uncomfortable. Others are
not comfortable with anyone but a stranger.
Inviting another man into a marriage bed can be a very
dangerous situation for sure. In our situation, it has
made us closer, and it has enhanced our relationship both
sexually and emotionally. Bob says it turns him on to see
me so turned-on... and enjoying myself so much. I can be
such a total whore... and he loves it. So do I!
Bob and I went together for five years before we got
married. It was a strained relationship at times during
those five years. Bob was away at college and we both got
lonesome at times. Young couples always have their share
of fights and falling out... and we did too.
Actually it would have been better if we hadn't started our
relationship until a few years later. We both would have
had more time to grow and mature... and to date others.
But none of us get to pick the time we meet the person we
truly love.
After we got married, Bob would get turned-on when I told
him a dirty story from my past. He told me his favorite
fantasy to be in a three-way with me and another guy. As
we talked about it over the years, the idea of fulfilling
his fantasy slowly grew on me. I knew that it had to
involve a guy I found attractive, knew well and turned me
on. That situation really didn't present itself until Jim
came along.
Sometimes I meet a guy who just has that certain look that
turns me on. I'm sure everybody has that happen. Well,
that's the guy I want to get to know as a possible
"candidate." When I was single it was a lot less
complicated. I'll close this for now and make this a
separate message.
Sincerely,
Karen
Letter #8 - Karen's Second Threesome with Hubby and Jim
Hi Joan, This is the continuing story of my threesome with
Bob (my husband) and our friend Jim. As I told you, this
relationship went on for quite a long time. After our
first experience, I was SO READY to do it again.
It was several months before we could all get together.
Jim and Bob talked by phone, and a few times Jim called the
house just to visit. We all agreed we had had a great
time, and we were looking forward to getting together
again.
One morning about a week before Jim was due in town, the
phone rang. The kids had gone to school, and Bob was at
work. Jim was calling just to tell me how he was really
looking forward to seeing me again. He told me he had just
gotten out of the shower where he had been fantasizing
about fucking me... and that he had gotten a hard-on.
He said he gotten so turned on he wanted to call me right
away. I asked where he was, and he said he was on his
bed... nude... stoking his hard cock. I told him to hold
on a
minute while I changed phones. I went in the bedroom and
stripped off my clothes and laid on the bed to talk to him.
The mental picture of him naked and rubbing his dick really
turned me on. He asked what I had done, and I told him I
went into the bedroom, got naked and was on the bed,
rubbing my hot, wet pussy and my clit. He told me how I
had turned him on from the first day we met... and that he
never dreamed he would be lucky enough to fuck me.
He told me he had been alone on the road and would
fantasize about our 3-way, and would get so hot he had to
jack off so he could fall asleep. He was really turned
on... and so was I. He talked about how he loved my hot
pussy and loved licking my breasts and
nipples. I told him I loved his hard cock inside me... and
how hot it made Bob to watch me fuck him.
I told him how when we next got together I would suck his
cock and rub is balls and bury that hard cock in my pussy
and give him some great climaxes! Very soon I could hear
him come loudly. It was such a turn on. I had not had
phone sex in a long time, and only with Bob. After we hung
up I continued laying on the bed and masturbated several
times,
thinking about what was to come very soon.
On the day that Jim was in town, I was really hot all day.
Bob came home early and took a shower. We met Jim for
dinner at a nice restaurant. Both guys were dressed in
suit and tie, and were so sexy. My pussy was swollen and
wet in anticipation of what was to come.
We had created a very open and honest relationship... and
we were all turned on. After dinner, we went right to
Jim's hotel room. I remember being sandwiched between the
two guys as soon as the door closed. Bob was on his knees,
pulling my panties off... and was eating my pussy while Jim
stood behind me kissing my neck and caressing my breasts. I
reached behind me and rubbed Jim's cock through his pants.
He was already hard.
Jim had gotten a king-size bed, and we were all quickly on
it... naked. Jim was licking my clit and finger-fucking me
while Bob was kissing me and sucking my nipples. I had a
shuddering orgasm. We stayed there for five hours. It was
a blur of time with all the sucking, fucking and playing.
Much of the time my hands were wrapped around two cocks...
or I was sucking them. All that skin touching skin on each
side of my body. Wow! Both tits being rubbed and my
nipples being sucked. Nummy! Kissing one guy while the
other rubbed me, ate me, fucked me. All kinds of
positions. I needed to take breaks just to catch my
breath.
I don't know how many times I came, but it was quite a few
and it was wonderful! I had no idea I could come that much
until that night. Both guys were more relaxed this time
and got hard easier and kept their hard-ons better. I was
so busy and just overwhelmed with sexual sensation.
I recall one time that Bob was fucking me while I was on my
back and hanging my head over the edge of the bed. I was
simultaneously sucking Jim's cock back to life. For me, it
was great not having the guys wear rubbers. My pussy was
dripping with all of my juices and their cum. I love the
feeling of a guy cuming inside me. Both Jim and Bob each
fucked me three times that night, so you know I had a
generous dose of hard dick and come.
When we left Jim's room to go home, I kept my blouse open
and played with my tits... and I had Bob's cock out. I
sucked his cock back to life as he drove home. When we got
home, he fucked me three more times during the night, and
then came out of the shower in the morning with another
hard-on. I gave him a blow job before he went to work.
I think it's so great that this threesome fun turns him on
so much... because I sure love having two guys fucking me
and I do feel so thoroughly fucked and satisfied when we do
it. Then Bob and I fuck like crazy as we talk about what
we have done. That lasts for weeks.
Well that's my story for this time. Still lots more to
come. I have so many great memories of our get togethers,
but some were very special and extra memorable. I'll
continue to send you more.
I am going to tell you a story soon about a short fling I
had with a guy with a big
dick. Usually when I read a story about guys with 8 to 12
inch cocks, I figure it's a fantasy... written by a guy. I
haven't had a lot of men (only six) and I know most guys
cocks are about 6 to 7 inches. Even my "biggie" was about
9 inches. It was fun, but I'm not sure bigger would be any
better. At some point, like tits and money, what more can
you do with it?
Love, Karen
Letter #9 - Karen's Husband Sends His Thoughts
Hi Joan,
I am enjoying reading what you and Karen have put together
about your and our threesome experiences. I will try to
add some comments of my own. I really love this woman.
She has been so wonderful.
Karen is a very sexy and sexual woman. I knew this from
the start, when she loved to park and neck. She would keep
going for a long time. She was a girl I could take to a
drive-in movie... and never see a bit of the movie.
I had a lot of fantasies as a young man. They covered most
bases, except for anything hurtful or painful. It really
excites me to see Karen get sexually excited. Her eyes
change, and her voice changes, when she gets hot. She is
totally into the pleasure she gives and receives.
Actually, she scared me sometimes. I wondered if I would
be able to hang on to her over the years. Men find her
very attractive. Sometimes she seems to me to just ooze
sex. She also is very much a lady. She dresses well,
takes pride in her appearance, and keeps herself in shape.
We have always allowed each other to share our sexuality
deeply. She was... and still can be... very much of a
tease, which I really love. She knows just how far to take
it. But when she was younger, she really didn't seem to
know when to stop. I'm sure a lot of guys went home with
aching nuts after a date with her. I know I did before we
started giving each other some relief. She's lucky she
didn't get raped in her younger years.
By fulfilling the fantasy of a threesome, I guess I felt
like that would fulfill her sexually... and keep her with
me. I have found the situation so sexually stimulating,
even beyond what I imagined.
I loved hearing her stories from the past, and they really
turned me on. That fueled my extra-guy fantasy even more.
Our friendship with Jim was a perfect situation, and I did
not feel threatened by it. I also knew that some jealousy
was a real turn-on. It worked on her too.
One time while we were dating, she was being real bitchy,
and I made a date with a girl named Joan (her real name)
who was in school with us. Joan had the sweetest set of
knockers. Every guy just drooled when she came around.
Joan liked to wear sweaters... especially cashmere... and I
can't even describe how she looked. She was a knock-out!
She also had a very sexy face with dark eyes and dark hair.
She was very pretty, but she had a slutty look too.
Anyway, I got a date with her, and believe me that snapped
Karen out of her bitchy mood in a big hurry. She got me to
cancel the date, and took me out that night, and fucked my
brains silly. Later she told me how she was very jealous,
and it had made her very horny. She said she knew I was
dying to get to squeeze Joan's tits... and she was sure
right about that.
I have no particular idea why an MFM threesome became my
favorite fantasy, just a lot of factors. We have been
together in an FMF threesome, but it wasn't a turn-on for
me. Karen is not at all Bi, so the extra girl really
didn't do much for her either.
Interesting thing is she really likes to go to nice topless
bars and nude clubs. Watching the girls dance for the men
can light her fire. One time we were in a bar in Houston
where we watched a sexy girl dance for a good looking guy
who was all dressed up.
We were sitting close enough to see that he got a hard-on,
and it turned Karen on. There was a dancer named Joey at
one time that turned Karen on a lot. Joey looked like
Marilyn Monroe with heavy-lidded eyes and very perky tits.
She was very sexy, and Karen would have her dance for me.
We almost, but not quite, got her to go with us one night.
I would have loved to fuck her with Karen. We went in to
Joey's bar one night with Jim. She danced for me and sat
and had a drink with us. I told her the three of us were
going back to the hotel, and Karen was going to get fucked
by both of us. It really turned Joey on and she danced for
me twice more and really did me good. That fired-up Karen
real good.
Well, hope this bit of background from my perspective
helps.
Karen's Husband - Bob
Letter #10 - Karen's Thoughts About Anal Sex, and Women's
Lost Ability to be Sensual
Hi Joan,
I also have trouble relating to women who seem to enjoy
anal sex. I have to tell you that I don't do anal sex.
Until I read your story, I never thought about using anal
plugs to train myself to accept increasingly larger
objects.
Years ago, when we were first married, one very hot night,
Bob and I were in the middle of some hot sex and I said,
"Stick your cock up my ass." We greased up his cock real
good and smeared me with KY Jelly and tried it. Well, he
got in just a little... and it hurt me so bad that it
ruined the entire evening. It felt like somebody stuck a
hot poker up me.
He lost his hard-on when he thought he had hurt me. It
spoiled the whole evening. We never tried that again and I
really don't think I've missed much. Fortunately, Bob and
I both feel the same, and anal sex is not something he has
wanted. I guess we are pretty square. I do love sucking
his cock and have let him come in my mouth sometimes.
Again it's not something Bob was ever hung up on. He likes
me to suck him and let him come and let it fly while I jack
him off with my hand. I like that too, and it turns me on
to watch his cock pump his come into the air. Anyway, what
I'm trying to say is that sometimes it's hard for me to
identify with some of the things other women do.
Meanwhile, I promise to get to work on continuing my story
with Jim. Jim, Bob and I went on for quite a few years...
and my writing is going back over the last 15-plus years.
Joan, mine is a very long story. I am looking forward to
the feedback we are going to get. As I told you before, we
are both interested in the "psychology" of sex, and why
people do things the way they do... and what turns them on.
I read somewhere that the largest sexual organ is the
brain. I really think that's true. I learned a long time
ago that flirting and build-up and teasing can really
intensify sexual response and pleasure.
All men seem to be voyeurs, and that explains why they get
turned-on by everything from large breasts in a sweater, to
watching dirty movies. Know what I love to do? I like to
wear my wonder bra with a low-cut blouse or sweater, and
have a man try to look me in the eye when I'm talking to
him. Most of them just can't do it... and I almost have to
laugh.
I really wonder what is happening in our society. Women
don't really seem to understand anymore the importance of
being sensual. I think maybe we lost some very important
things along the way during the so-called "Sexual
Revolution."
Love to all,
Karen
Letter #11 - Some Back Seat Threesome Fun
98-11-13
Dear Joan,
Here I am again. I would like to continue my story of our
relationship with Jim.
Each time that my husband, Jim and I got together, I tried
to make it a unique experience. This was new for all of
us, and I understood this situation was just for fun. I
think we all tried to make our "adventure" as much fun as
we could. Who could know how long this would go on; and it
was difficult to get together very often, with us living so
far apart and having conflicting work schedules, etc.
One time Jim came to visit us. I had this fantasy of
parking and pretending like we were all in high school
again. I told the guys ahead of time to wear casual slacks
and shirts... that I had planned a special treat for the
evening.
After we all went out for dinner and a few drinks, I told
Bob to drive out to a place we knew which was out in the
country... where some friends owned land near a lake. It
was very private, and I knew we could park there and not be
disturbed or interrupted. By the time we left town, it was
already getting dark. I wore a blouse that buttoned down
the front, a strapless bra and a skirt. I even had on some
old saddle shoes and white socks... like in high school.
On the way out to park, I was really teasing both guys and
even necked with Jim a little while I rubbed Bob's dick
through his pants. Even before my husband got the car
stopped, Jim and I had piled into the back seat, and had
started necking. Bob joined us, and things got hot and
heavy in a hurry.
I was necking up a storm with one guy on each side of me,
but at first I wouldn't let it go any further. I was being
a real tease. Eventually I felt Jim's hard-on through his
pants, and acted like I was so surprised... and asked him
if he had a "boner"? I started rubbing it and let the guys
unbutton my blouse after they had been caressing my tits
for awhile.
One of the guys unhooked my bra, and there I sat between
them... with my bare tits hanging out of my blouse, having
both nipples sucked and licked. I unzipped Jim's pants and
got my hand into his shorts. He tried to help me, but I
wouldn't let him. I told him I wanted to play with his
bare cock, and didn't want any help.
When I got hold of his cock, I pulled it out from the front
of his pants, and stroked it. Soon I unzipped my husband's
slacks and had his cock out too. I was loving this...
being so totally in control. Their cocks were leaking pre-
cum like crazy, and my pussy was so wet and swollen... but
I wasn't letting anybody up my skirt yet. I was still just
being a big tease.
Eventually, after necking and rolling around with each
guy, I unbuckled their pants and had them pull their pants
down below their knees. They had their shirts unbuttoned,
and I was sucking their nipples and letting them suck mine.
They both love it when I talk dirty, so as I got their
pants off, I told them how I wanted to play with their
balls and have full access to their cocks to see how
excited they were.
They each kept trying to get their hands up my dress to my
wet pussy... and finally I let them. Jim was finger-
fucking me good while Bob sucked my tits. That gave me a
huge orgasm. When I recovered, I got my mouth on Jim's
cock and licked and sucked it while Bob gave me another
orgasm with his fingers from behind.
Then I took off my soaked panties and told Jim I wanted to
sit on his cock. I straddled him there in the back seat,
and let my husband play with my tits while I moved up and
down on Jim's hard cock. Bob sat right next to us while I
was riding Jim's firm dick. I know he was enjoying watching
me ride Jim's cock. He was stroking his cock as he watched
us fuck.
Jim came very quickly, so I just switched over to my
husband's cock... and rode him until he came off. Glad I
had a box of Kleenex, because I had one dripping wet pussy
to mop up. We all took a break to catch our breath.
Almost two hours had gone by, and our baby-sitter could not
stay late as it was a school night. We decided to go home,
but I wasn't done yet. Bob got up front to drive while Jim
and I stayed in the back seat. Jim's pants were still off,
and we got really hot playing and necking while Bob drove
home.
I climbed back on Jim's lap, my legs on either side of him,
with his cock buried in me. I found it a real turn-on, to
feel the car bouncing down the road while I was riding
Jim's cock for all I was worth... and having my blouse open
and my tits bouncing as I rode astride his stiff cock. We
both had great climaxes before we got back to the house.
The car smelled like pussy and come and sweat. Thank
goodness the sitter had her own car.
After Jim left, Bob and I stripped and got into the shower.
Bob had a hard-on before he got naked. It popped right out
of his pants as he got ready to join me in the shower.
Once again, it was obvious he had gotten damn horny from
our threeway fun. I gave him a blow job in the shower, and
he was hard again by the time we got dried and into bed.
His performance has always been really something. We
fucked several times that night, and once again in the
morning before he went to work. I think our threeway fun
is almost as much fun for him as it is for me. Well,
that's it for now.
Karen
Letter #12 - Three-way Fun At 'The Frog Pond'
11-18-98
Hi Joan, And Bob and Tim.
I love the stories from Annette (J3-107). She doesn't tell
us how old she is, but would guess late 20's, early 30's.
Lots of years to have fun. Her stories trigger memories
for me. And I understand her getting turned-on by writing
about her true threesome experiences, etc.... as I do too.
I need to tell you about our 'Hot Tub Experience,' which
one of Annette's stories reminded me of.
There was a big convention scheduled for Dallas in January
and was about 4 or 5 days long. Bob (my husband) wanted to
take me. Jim (our threesome friend) was supposed to be
there too. We figured on a good time in Dallas, even if it
was a working trip for the guys.
There is a street in Dallas called Lovers Lane and, at that
time, there was a hot tub place called the Frog Pond. At
the Frog Pond you could rent a room with a hot tub, sauna,
bathroom and bed. We decided that all threeof us would go
and get a tub room for a few hours.
I was a little nervous going in with two guys, but the
clerk semed unphased by it. Bob had gotten a bottle of
champagne, and they iced it down for us in a disposable
bucket... and gave us some plastic glasses. It was really
cold out that night. It can get plenty cold in Dallas in
the winter.
We got into the room, and everyone was feeling pretty
playful and giddy. Our plans were to play around in the
hot tub room, get all turned-on, and then go back to the
hotel for the night. We were all staying at the same hotel
downtown. When we got into the room, we all stripped our
clothes off, and got into the tub. It was really hot and
took some getting used to.
Bob popped the cork off the champagne, and poured us all a
glass. I'm not much of a drinker. I never need to get
high to get into sex... as I enjoy it so much. I don't
want to feel numb, and I want to remember what happened.
There was some necking and playing going on... and we all
were having a great time. The guys decided to go into the
sauna. It really was sexy to see these two guys getting
out of the tub and walking to the sauna with their dicks
sticking straight out. I was great knowing that both those
hard cocks were for me!
We were all getting really horny, and I was not too sure
how much longer I wanted to stay there, as I was really
ready to feel both of those cocks in my wet pussy. The
guys didn't stay in the sauna long. They had gotten back
into the tub, one sitting on each side of me, and drinking
their champagne. We were really getting into it. I had a
dick in each hand and they were kissing me and sucking and
licking my nipples which were just above the water.
We were all ready to fuck, but the bed was really small,
and there wasn't much of anywhere else to go. I was not
about to do it on the hard floor. I thought maybe I could
handle each guy doggie-style if I leaned over the bed. So
Jim and I got out and he started fucking me from behind.
It was just delicious.
Bob came and stood next to me and stroked his cock and
rubbed my tits while Jim was sliding his cock in and out of
my hot cunt. I came off several times before Jim shot his
load deep inside my pussy. Then Bob slipped his cock in me
and fucked me to several more great comes before unloading
in me.
I could look between my legs and see their cocks buried in
my pussy, and watch their balls swing as they pumped me.
That was a real turn-on for me. I'm getting wet and
swollen remembering that part.
Anyway, now that the edge was off for awhile, the guys
finished off their bottle as we relaxed in the hot tub.
Both guys said they were getting more and more sleepy.
Their dicks did not come back to life as would normally
happen, and the longer we sat there and the champagne took
its effect, I thought they would fall asleep in the hot
tub. I talked them into getting dressed and getting out in
the fresh, cold, air hoping that would revive them.
We got dressed and went to the car. I told Bob that he
should let me drive as I only had one glass of champagne.
Both Jim and Bob fell sound asleep as I drove back to the
hotel. Jim went right to his room and Bob and I went to
ours. Bob was zonked out as soon as he hit the pillow. I
was pretty tired and I got a real laugh out of it. The
heat, hot tub, one good come and the drinks really relaxed
both Jim and Bob. That night did not turn out like we all
planned.
We did make up for it two nights later when we were all
able to get together/ This time we did not go to the Frog
Pond. We stayed in the room... and no drinking this night.
We all laughed about it later.
There also was a night for us like Annette described (story
#J3-107) where Bob wanted to watch me give Jim a blow job.
Something about that really turned him on. We were in
Houston and were again staying at Jim's house. We went out
to eat, and then we went to a place called Sugars.
There was a real sexy girl working there named Joey, who we
knew from other visits. She was there that night and
danced for both Bob and Jim. She even turned me on, and
I'm not Bi. She had the sexiest eyes... as well as a great
body.
Then we went back to Jim's. We were all so hot we didn't
even make it past the couch. We wound up there in the
living room with me in the middle. Before long, we were
all naked and rolling around. This time Bob fucked me
first, as he got on the rug in front of me, and I spread my
legs, and wrapped them around him.
My husband slid his cock into me, and rocked back and
forth... nice and slow while Jim was kissing me and sucking
my nipples. I love the multiple orgasms I have when
fucking in a threesome. After Bob unloaded in me, I told
Jim I wanted to suck him off. I thought he was going to
come right them.
I got on the floor between Jim's legs. Bob was right next
to me, watching. I really gave Jim's cock and balls a work
out... holding his shaft in my hand and sucking the head
and licking his balls. He was going absolutly crazy... you
know how much I was enjoying this. What a power trip for
me. I could see Bob was sitting there stroking his cock
and getting hard again as he watched.
Jim's cock was leaking pre-cum like crazy, and I used my
mouth on his cockhead to taste it and lick it off. Jim had
pretty good control, but the intense feeling he got from my
hand stroking his shaft and my mouth sucking and licking
that purple head took its toll. Pretty soon he was
shooting his load and I kept stroking him and letting it
shoot in the air. I enjoyed the feel of his hot come
washing over my hand.
Bob was still stroking his cock, and came off too... from
watching what I had done to Jim's cock. Bob said it was so
sexy watching this, that he just couldn't keep from coming.
That was a very sexy night for me, and I was turned-on for
weeks after that as Bob and I discussed it later.
Like Annette, I love playing with a cock and rubbing a
guy's balls, and watching how a guy just gets so lost in
the pleasure. That is such a turn-on for me. I think
Annette is the first woman, other than me, who has written
about enjoying the feeling of power such hand-jobs give us.
Love, Karen
Letter #13 - Our Weekend With Jim at the Astrodome Hotel
Good morning Joan,
I have to tell you, I am enjoying writing about the
episodes of our relationship with Jim. It has made both
Bob and me horny as we think back, and rehash those times.
It was something how incredibly turned-on it made us to do
the things we did.
I told you in the beginning that the things we did, and the
chances we took, might destroy many other marraiges. It
made ours stronger. Proving that what works for one, may
not work for another. As good as sex was for us right from
the start, it got better and better as the years went by
and we did our experimentation.
I think that's rare in conventional married relationships.
I can tell you that Bob and I have been having sex for 30-
plus years, we still have good sex. It is usually once or
twice a week, mostly on the week-end.
I'm always amazed when I read the columns in the newspaper
(like Ann Landers), when people say they are done with sex
in their mid-40's. I guess we truely are in love, because
if this were just lust, it wouldn't last this long.
I really have enjoyed my E-Mail conversations with you,
Joan. I appreciate your comments. I have thought for a
long time that nobody would really be interested in hearing
about my experiences, especially since I am not that great
a writer.
I feel frustrated that I can't really capture the emotion
and the sexual tension that I felt during this time. The
"sport fucking threesomes" that Bob and I have shared have
really made me love him even more deeply, and intensely
that I had before... because it was he who encouraged me to
experience this expanded sexuality.
Believe me, if you met us socially and got to know us, you
would never guess what we have done. You would probably
think of us as the squarest, middle-class, straight, fuddy-
duddy people you ever met. I do still enjoy dressing sexy.
I like low cut dresses, and blouses and bras that lift and
show my breasts. And Bob gets a kick out of watching men
watch me. He is so secure in his masculinity.
We both came from strongly religious backgrounds. Maybe it
was all that repression that has finally come out. We just
feel that our personal life is our own business. We have
reconciled our religious beliefs by concluding that, so
long as everything we do is consensual, not hurtful, and
both agreed to it... then it is permissable within the
bounds of our marriage relationship.
Half way through my writing of the following story, Bob
read what I had written. It got Bob so horny, he insisted
on fucking me right then! I was quite ready! Even though
this happened about a dozen years ago, writing about it
really turned us both on. Hope it does the same for you.
Love to all(or should I say) 'Fucks to all,'
Karen
Our Shared Weekend...
This is the first time I have written this story to anyone.
I never shared it before, because I never thought anyone
would ever believe it. Then, as I thought about it, I
decided that it really doesn't make any difference if
anyone believes it... because it happened to me and it is
presented here as I remember it.
What I am about to tell about happened about 12 years
ago... about the fifth or sixth time Bob and I were able to
get together with Jim, It happened about one year after we
had our first threesome with him. It would be the fist
time we would be able to spend the entire night together,
as none of us had to be home or off to work the next
morning.
By now, both guys had lost any inhibitions about being
naked in front of each other, or watching the other fucking
me. Through a business contact, Bob had gotten tickets to
an Oilers football game in Houston, plus reservations at a
really nice hotel right next to the stadium.
We acquired the tickets and hotel reservations about six
weeks before the game, so there was plenty of time to
anticipate and plan. I think one of the things that made
our situation with Jim such a turn-on for me was the time
lapse between each get together. Sometimes we could meet
three or four months in a row; but, more often it turned
out that something interfered, so we would go two to four
months without getting together with Jim.
Bob had called Jim to let him know our plans. He was
scheduled to be home in Houston that week-end, so we all
began to make our big plans for that weekend. I was very
much excited about the fact that I would be spending all
night with both of 'my' men.
I had begun to realize that the two men shared certain
traits, sexually. Both were stimulated by the visual, both
were voyeuristic, both like to be teased and liked foreplay
and lots of body contact and bare skin. I began to
formulate plans to make this a special weekend for us all,
by doing my best to keep the guys stimulated.
I went out and bought a special, sexy, filmy short nightie
and panties, robe, and a bra called "oyster-on-the half-
shell." I still have it. It has half-cups, and sets my
breasts up so the nipples are exposed above the cup. I
also bought some thigh-top hose and high-heel slippers.
All in red. I also got some plastic champagne glasses.
Then Jim called about two weeks before the trip to talk,
and have some phone sex, which always got me going. It is
such a turn-on to me to know there is a man alone somewhere
with a hard-on, thinking about screwing me, and having to
jack-off. I wonder if the girls that pose in magazines
like Playboy think about all the guys who will look at
their pictures and get hard-ons and have to jack-off, or
will use that to get turned-on and go fuck their wives or
girlfriends? That's a power trip.
While I talked to Jim, he had told me how he was laying on
the bad naked, stroking his hard cock and wanted to come.
I asked him his favorite fantasy about me, and he said he
thought about how he wanted to fuck me all alone, but he
knew it couldn't happen and he wouldn't want to hurt Bob.
He just wanted to have me all to himself and not have to
share my time with anyone else while we were fucking. Just
one time.
That turned me on and got me to thinking. I fed his
fantasy by making him tell me what he would do to me, and I
heard him moan as he came off. I was imagining him laying
there naked, stroking his cock and shooting his come. That
gave me more thoughts to formulate and plan. Then I went
shopping again. More on this later.
As the weekend got closer, I found my excitement growing.
I was all jittery on the inside when we drove over to
Houston that Saturday morning. I really had some plans.
As you will read as the story unfolds... it was the
wildest, nastiest, night of dirty, hot sex. It was the
hottest, most sensual, sexiest night of my life. Nothing
else came close, and probably never will again. You are
only once in your mid-30's, with all the sexual energy and
drive that age can provide.
We got to the hotel early enough for Bob and me to take a
nap, shower and dress. Jim came over and we went to
dinner. I wore a sexy, short dress that was low cut. When
we returned from dinner, I had already explained to the
guys that I had made some special plans, and needed some
time alone in the room to prepare. I asked them to give me
30 minutes, and then to come on up to the room.
They went to the bar for an after dinner drink. I went up
and put on my red outfit and robe. The room was actually a
small suite with a sitting room with a couch, easy chair,
table with four chairs, TV and lamps. Then there was a
small hall past the bathroom that led to the bedroom that
was equipped with a king-size bed. There was no balcony,
but a large window looked right out at the Astrodome... a
beautiful sight at night from our sixth floor suite.
I also found a radio station that played real funky blues
music 24-hours, and I put that on real low next to the bed.
I turned off all the lights and lit candles in both rooms.
I was ready and waiting when I heard the soft knock on the
door. I answered the door, and both guys came in. I
directed them to sit down... Jim on the couch and Bob in
the chair facing Jim.
Bob opened the champagne, and we sipped our drinks and
talked a bit about how we had all been thinking about this
night... about being together all night... and looking
forward to it. In a few minutes, stood up and slowly
slipped my robe off so the guys could feast their eyes on
the treat to come.
Then I explained that I wanted to undress them, and that
they should not touch me until I said they could. They
both agreed to my little game. I began with Jim by sitting
on the couch next to him and kissing him and unbuttoning
his shirt and rubbing his chest and nipples. I put my hand
on his pants and felt his swelling cock... and gave it a
little squeeze. Then I moved to Bob.
I stood in front of my husband and leaned over to kiss him
hard... and to let his lips touch my nipples through my
nightie. I also rubbed his pants, to feel his growing
reaction. Then back to Jim, where I necked with him and
removed his shirt and licked and sucked his nipples... and
rubbed his cock some more. By now Jim was fully erect. I
talked a little to each guy, asking if they could see my
nipples through the nightie, and how did they like the
outfit?
They were both hot, and getting hotter... and I was loving
being the tease. When I was across from them, I hoped they
would watch each move I made with the other... in the hopes
it would feed their sexual tension even more. How could
they help but watch! I went to Jim and unbuckled his
pants, and got in front of him and pulled them down. I
even took off each guy's shoes and socks. I went back and
forth like this, slowly, until I had them both stripped
naked.
Then I sat next to Jim and told him he could touch whatever
he wanted, but that he could not take anything off me. Oh,
he was really breathing hard... and his cock was stiff and
ready. I stroked it lightly and felt the pre-cum already
leaking from the head as he rubbed my tits and licked my
nipple through the material of my gown. He got one hand
between my legs and up to my pussy.
After Bob got his turn, I told them both to stand up and
come help me get naked. They stood up and came right to
me, one in front and one in back. Jim pulled the nightie
over my head and unsnapped my bra. My husband pulled my
panties down, and buried his tongue in my swollen cunt as
Jim kissed me from behind while holding my tits and
caressing them.
I slowly pulled away and led them to the bedroom. Jim was
so ready to fuck. I had to slow him down. As he laid on
his back on the bed, I sucked his cock and used my hands on
his nipples. My husband was caressing me, rubbing me all
over, and finger-fucking me. My pussy was swollen and
leaking. I felt like I was such a whore. I had no
inhibitions with my two guys.
Then Bob laid on his back and I began sucking his cock and
working on his balls with my hands. Jim was touching me
all over. I reached my hand down to my swollen cunt and
fingered my clit a bit. My God, I couldn't believe how
swollen my pussy lips were. I took Bob's hand and placed
it on my pussy so he would know how it felt. He says it
was one of the sexiest things I ever did. I tell you, the
lips of my cunt were swollen so that it felt like they were
in a perfect circle. Bob says I opened like the bloom of a
flower.
Rather suddenly, Jim was kneeling on the bed behind me, and
he slipped his cock into me and strated fucking me doggie-
style. As I have told you, his cock is just a little
shorter than Bob's, but thicker. Almost immediately, I
started to come. This was the start of a night of
unbelieveable comes... and more than I could count.
Why it would be that on this night, I could orgasm so
easily and so much, I do not know. It felt like I climbed
the mountain and hit the peak. But, instead of coming down
and then going back up again, I just kept skipping to the
next peak. I had to stop sucking Bob's cock for fear of
biting him. I can recall saying out loud, "Oh god, I'm
coming. Oh, again. Oh, fuck. Yes. Again!" As I said that,
Jim fucked me harder.
My arms were wrapped around Bob's hips, his cock was right
in my face, and I was whimpering in sexual pleasure. Bob
told me later he never saw anything like that before. I
had come seven times before Jim came in me with his orgasm.
As soon as Jim came, Bob turned me around and continued
fucking me doggie-style. He brought me off several more
times to shattering climaxes before he unloaded his balls
in my sloppy, wet pussy. We all collapsed from the
intensity of the sex we just shared.
There I lay, freshly fucked and totally naked between my
two lovers. Damn I was so hot. While I loved Bob and I
cared deeply for Jim, there was no doubt that what we had
just shared was just great, fun 'fucking.' This was pure
lust and great, dirty sex. We rested for a short while,
caught our breaths, and cooled down. We were all hot and
sweaty, and needed a break.
Then it was time for the next part of my plan. I excused
myself and left the guys on the bed while I went to the
bathroom. I took my time. I showered and really freshend
up. Then I put on my second outfit of the night. A black,
short slip, black bra and panties and my high-heel
slippers. Fresh perfume and checked my hair. I cleaned
everything, if you understand what I mean. Then I went out
to the guys.
They had gone to the sitting room to drink some more
champagne, and were still naked. They were surprised to
see me in my black slip. I told them it was time for some
more adventure, and I wanted them to each shower and
freshen up... Bob first.
They agreed and I poured myself a little champagne while
Bob went to shower. I sat next to Jim on the couch and
began to explain what I had in mind. I asked him if he
could handle it. He said yes, if Bob was OK with it, he
would love it.
When Bob came out, Jim went to shower. I poured us each
some fresh drink and sat next to my husband. I reminded
him that I had shared my entire sexual past with him.
About jacking-off Lyle, and my fling with my co-worker,
Mike. I reminded him how he had always said he wished he
could have been a fly on the wall and watched it all....
how it would really have turned him on.
He said yes, that's right. Well, I told him, the last time
Jim called me for phone sex, he told me his favorite sexual
fantasy was to fuck me all alone, no interuptions, without
me having to divide my attention between two guys. So... I
told him... my plan was to fuck Jim, all alone... without
Bob being involved. I told him that when Jim came out of
the bathroom, I was going to take him back to the bedroom
and let him fuck me.
I kissed my husband deeply, and told him he could sit in
the bedroom chair and watch, or he could stay in the front
room. What ever he wanted to do. I even told him that if
he wanted, he could leave and come back in awhile. But, I
wanted to have Jim all to myself just once.
I looked my husband in the eye and asked him to promise
that if he stayed and watched, he wouldn't interrupt or try
to join in. Bob was already starting to get excited, just
as I thought he would. He wanted to know if he could stay
there naked, and jack-off if he got too excited. I told
him that was fine, but he couldn't join in or come near the
bed until Jim and I were done fucking... and he should
understand that might take awhile.
I told him I had already discussed this with Jim and he was
OK with it, as long as Bob could handle it. Bob gave me an
enthusiastic "Yes," and I knew he was really turned-on by
the idea.
The timing was good because just then Jim came out of the
bathroom. I got up, went over and kissed him hard. I told
him my plan was OK with Bob, and that I was ready. He was
naked as was Bob, so Jim and I went back to the bed, and
Jim laid down. There was a full moon streaming its light
through the window, and the blues music was playing softly.
Bob came in right behind us, and I saw his swollen cock in
the soft light as he sat down in the chair.
I could see in the soft light that my husband's prick was
quite swollen, but not hard. I knew the anticipation was
turning him on. I stood beside the bed, bent over, and
sucked Jim's soft cock into my mouth. I swirled my tongue
around it. I could feel it begin to stiffen, and could
feel his heart beat as the blood was filling it.
Jim put his hand up my legs from behind and rubbed my butt
and pussy through my silk panties. I didn't take my mouth
away from Jim's cock until he was fully erect. I told him
how much it had turned me on, to have him call on the phone
and jack-off while talking with me. I asked him to take
his cock in his hand and massage and rub it like he does
when he calls me... because I wanted to be able to remember
what he looked like doing that.
I stood there next to him in my black slip, and rubbed my
breasts, and then lifted the front of the slip and put my
hand down my panties and stroked my clit, as he pumped his
cock for me. I stopped and lay down on top of him, and let
him feel the full length of our bodies with the silk of the
slip between us. We began necking and rubbing each other
all over. I loved the feel of his hard-on poking my belly
through the silk.
After awhile I whispered to him,"Take my clothes off. Make
me naked." Slowly he removed my slip, then my bra and
licked and suckled my nipples and tongued my tits, driving
me crazy. Next went my panties. Then he buried his face
between my legs and ate me.
Jim was really good at two things. One was fucking me
doggy-style, and the other was eating my pussy. He would
suck my clitoris between his lips and move his tongue back
and forth across it while finger-fucking me with two
fingers. Before long he had me at the mountain top... and
a shattering orgasm washed over me.
I said out loud, "Oh god, I'm coming" and then "Again!" I
wanted them both to know the intense pleasure I was
getting. Skipping from one mountain top to the next is the
best way I know to describe those multiple orgams.
Jim proceeded slowly, like he wanted to savor this time of
fucking me alone. He fucked me doggy-style for awhile.
Then he was on-top, and I could feel his ball sack slapping
my ass as he pumped me with his cock. Once or twice he
asked to break because he said "I don't want to come yet.
Too soon."
Occasionally I glanced over at my husband. He was staying
put, he kept his word. But he watched every move, drinking
in this sight of his friend and his wife fucking their
brains out in front of him.
He says it was the only time he watched two people fuck
from start to finish... and he said it was very sexy,
especially since it was me being fucked. I mounted Jim and
rode him for a while, then turned around to face Bob. I
came off a number of times while Jim and I fucked. I
wanted to watch Bob as he watched me... to let him see my
face and eyes if he could, while I came some more.
I was in such a position that he could see Jim's cock
buried up my cunt. I reached down and cupped and rubbed
Jim's balls. Then I came again as Jim pumped another load
of his love cream in to my hungry pussy. I could feel Jim
tense up and push his hips right off the bed to get his
cock buried in me as deep as possible. Then I just
collapsed onto the bed and laid next to Jim for awhile, to
cool off and to catch my breath as I cuddled next to him.
I didn't wait long to go to Bob... as I didn't want him
hurt or upset. Besides, wanting to fuck Jim alone and to
give him my undivided attention... the goal was to turn Bob
on by letting him watch. I knew I now needed to give Bob
my attention and take care of him.
I arose from the bed and walked over to my husband. He
stood up from his chair and wrapped his arms around me.
Then he kissed me... deep and hard. I reached for his dick
with my hand and found him hard as steel, and his cock-head
as swollen and hot and wet as I have ever felt it.
The muscles in my pussy were contracting as if grasping for
something that should be there and wasn't. He reached with
his hand to my waiting cunt. When his finger touched my
excited clit, I came off with a crashing orgasm. I think I
would have collapsed on the floor if he hadn't been holding
me.
Never in my life, not even since, did I ever come while
standing up like I did that time. Then he picked me up by
reaching under my arms, and litterally slammed me against
the wall. My legs went around his waist, and he buried his
cock in me as hard as he could. It was like he was trying
to bury his balls along with his dick.
I had never seen him like that. I can only describe it as
an angry, animalistic fuck. His nostrils flared, and I
felt a little frightened. But his approach also added to
the intensity of our passion and my pleasure.
I again started coming. Oh, God... it was incredible. I
was ready to scream. I bit down on his shoulder, actually
drawing blood. It was the only injury of the night. I
couldn't move my hips since he had me pinned up against the
wall, and he just kept pumping my pussy with his cock...
using it almost like a weapon.
Finally he came too, in the longest orgasm I had ever known
him to have. It seemed to me like it took him several
minutes to finish coming. Then we laid down on the bed. I
was exhausted from fucking my two lovers. I lay between my
two men, and before long I heard Bob snoring softley. Then
I must have drifted off. I have no idea how long I slept,
probably an hour or more.
I was slowly aroused by the most gentle, pleasurable
feeling between my legs. I opened my eyes and became aware
that Jim had his hand covering my bush. He was gently
rubbing it and my swollen pussy lips, just barely touching
my skin. Looking over, I could see he had a hard-on and
was slowly stroking it with his other hand.
The candle light was soft, and there was added moonlight
streaming across the three of us. The radio still played
very low... sexy, funky blues. Perfect music for lusty
fucking in my opinion. Bob was still sleeping soundly.
I moved Jim's hand and rolled over him with one leg on each
side... and slipped his dick up my still hungry, so wet
pussy. I whispered in his ear to be quiet and we would
have a nice, slow fuck. He whispered back that I was 'so
beautiful' and that watching Bob fuck me was the sexiest
thing he ever witnessed.
From my position above him, I could hang my tits in his
face and let him lick my nipples, and I could bend over and
lick his nipples and kiss him, while I slowly rode up and
down on his magic prick. I loved that slow fucking, and
had several beautiful orgasms as time gently progresssed.
I think he must have lasted 15 minutes at least. That was
fine... and just so beautiful. Bob never stirred, and we
never changed positions. When Jim did come, he shot
another load of his warm, white, creamy come deep into me,
hardly mading a sound. For me, it was just an absolutely
beautiful, warm and comforting fuck.
The only words I can think of to describe it don't do it
justice. Once again I rolled on my back between my
lovers... my studs... my two cocks... and slowly drifted
off. I never felt so sexy, so sexually satisfied and yet
so ready to continue.
I have no idea of time for the rest of the night. I just
know that I laid between Jim and my husband... and it was
like the first time we did a threesome, and Bob and I had
gone back to the motel alone. That time my husband kept
getting constant hard-ons about every hour all night long.
This time I had two guys that were doing that.
All we got was cat naps that night, especially me. I just
laid on my back and fucked whoever wanted to fuck. During
the night, I soaked several towels cleaning my sopping wet
pussy. Orgasms just flowed through my body. The sex was
hot, dirty, lustful, and sweaty... and I reveled in it,
loving every minute. I would guess that both Bob and Jim
had each fucked me six times by morning.
Eventually, I became aware of the morning light, and I
silently slipped into the bathroom to clean up and shower.
After about 15 minutes, my husband came in and joined me.
We talked a little about what an incredible night of sex it
had been, and how turned-on we all were. We both showered
and cleaned up, although neither of us dressed.
When we came out of the bathroom, Jim was ready to stumble
in. Bob and I laid back down on the bed and held each
other while Jim was in the bathroom. As we cuddled and
kissed, unbelievably my husband's cock started to come
alive again. Then Jim came out and joined us and we
realized it was almost 9AM, so we had gotten some sleep.
We all laid there nude and discussed what we had done, and
how fantastic it was. Both guys remarked about the large
number of times I had cum, and questioned me about it. As
we talked, it became obvious that both guys were getting
turned-on just talking about the sex we had all enjoyed.
Maybe laying there naked helped also.
Pretty soon we were all entangled in another three-way, in
full daylight. There was no hiding anything in that full
light. As I was sucking Bob with my butt in the air, Jim
moved behind me and slipped his cock into me doggy-style
again. Oh, god... he was so good at that... with his fat
prick. I had to stop sucking my husband's cock for fear of
biting it... because I was so lost in the feeling of Jim's
cock pumping in and out of my pussy.
Several more great orgasms for me, and then Jim emptied one
last gush of his cum as deeply into my hungry cunt as he
could jam it. I rolled onto my back, and Bob immediately
gave me a great fucking... riding me until he emptied his
balls too. Holy shit, what a night. And what a finish!!
The night was more than I could have ever imagined. I
could not believe I had actually fucked two guys
continuously for 14 hours... and did it 12 to 14 times, and
came off who knows how many times.
Now you see, Joan, why I wanted to save this story until
last. Why I say that nothing like this ever happened
again. I think this was something that could never be
repeated or topped for me. This was the top... the peak of
my lustful sex life. I'm so glad my husband talked me into
living out his two-guys-for-Karen fantasy.
My husband and I make love... and sometimes we fuck. Jim
and I never made love, but we have fucked a lot. With
Jim... it was always pure, hot lust. Sometimes people get
their emotions confused. Women especially mix up lust and
love. Men seem to more easily understand that being in
love, and being in lust, are very different things.
I have a thought I want to leave with any woman who has a
husband who is trying to talk her into a threesome with
another man.
Your threesome encounter may be an overwhelming and intense
sexual experience. You are likely to get hotter and more
sexually-satisfied than you have ever been. If two people
have been in a monogamous relationship for many years, this
multiple-male situation can confuse a woman. It blew me
away the first time.
I had some confusion, and thought maybe Jim might love
me... and what would I do if he tried to interfere with my
relationship with Bob? That never happened. He was just a
great fuck! He didn't love me, but he cared for me and he
was sexually attracted to me as I was to him. That was it.
Once I realized fully that this thing with Jim was just
"sport fucking," I was OK. In fact, it made it even more
sexy to me.
After Jim left, my husband and I went to the football game,
ate, and came back to the room. Just Bob and me. And, we
fucked again all that night... and a lot for weeks to come.
This situation really worked for us. Jim and Bob and I
continued our relationship for over five years.
Eventually, Jim married again. He changed jobs, and no
longer traveled as much. We moved to Florida. We are
still friends, and we see Jim and his wife on occasion. We
have no idea if she knows of our adventures or not. I
don't think she does.
It makes me hot to be with my husband, Jim and his wife;
knowing I have fucked both guys. Then Bob and I go back to
our hotel room and fuck some more.
And thank you, Joan, for calling me a "horny girl." I
liked that.
Love to all --and happy holidays,
Karen
(The above story was finished and sent to Joan on
Sat., December 19, 1998)