From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Skin Game (MF, size, cuckold))
Date: 16 Oct 1996 15:04:26 GMT

			      Skin Game

	I married Jane when we were both still in college, a little
over ten years ago. They have been a great ten years. I just had my
32nd birthday, and Jane's is in a couple of months. Jane still looks
fantastic. We walk or cycle almost every day, and she teaches a couple
of aerobic classes at the community center. He body is firmer and
tighter now, than it was when I met her. She is 5'5", weighs about
110-115, and measures in at an eye-catching 36-24-35. She has deep
green eyes, a great complexion, and bright blonde hair cut in a short,
stylish bob.

	So, when I tell you that just looking at her still makes my
heart go pitter-patter, you know why. I've been monogamous since the
day I met Jane, and I'm sure she has been the same. Jane wasn't a
virgin when we met. In fact, I started dating Jane after she broke up
a very long-term relationship with one of my Frat brothers. I knew
they had been making love for years and, sometimes, even today, while
I'm daydreaming, the vision of Jane and her ex-boyfriend doing some of
the sexy things WE have done together has aroused me. Maybe it's so
easy for me to picture them together because I knew them as a couple
at one time.

	Anyway, here we are. A successful young couple. We both work
for the same very large Corporation, and we survived the recession of
the `80s fairly well. And now, we are enjoying the benefits in our
new house with a three-car garage, a yard full of trees, and a hot tub
on the deck outside our bedroom. Mister and Missus White-Bread
Suburbia...

	Until...

	Several weeks ago I received word that Mike, a mutual co-
worker and old friend was returning to headquarters for some training.
Mike is a great guy, and we were pretty tight before he was
transferred to Seattle about a year ago. We had been on the company
softball team together and had been drinking buddies, and Jane and I
had even double-dated with him a time or two.

	So, when I heard he was coming back to town for a few days, I
checked with Jane, and then called him, insisting he stay with us
rather than in a hotel. He agreed immediately. I picked Mike up at the
airport at 3:00pm on Friday afternoon and we had a nice conversation
as I drove back to the house and he informed me he had just gotten
engaged to a woman out West.

	When Mike opened the door to our house, thirty-some people
yelled "SURPRISE!" Jane and I had decided to throw him a little
"Welcome Back" party so he could see his old friends, again. It was a
great party.

	After hours of good music, good food, good conversation, and
good booze, people started leaving around midnight. By twelve-thirty,
everybody had left and Mike offered to help Jane and I clean up. Jane
said, "This can wait. I'd rather take a quick dip." I agreed. Mike
said that that sounded good, but he'd have to borrow one of my
swimsuits, as he hadn't brought any along with him.

	Much to my surprise, Jane blurted out, "You don't have to
worry about a suit, Mike. Jim and I don't bother much with them
anymore." I was surprised because, although Jane and I really didn't
bother with suits, it was only when we were alone. I couldn't tell if
she was a little buzzed, or a little excited, or both.

	But I knew I was both! The three of us quickly stripped on the
back patio deck. It was obvious in the bright moonlight that Jane was
more than buzzed. Her nipples were hard and erect and her skin had
that taut, expectant look it gets before we make love. She was also
breathing through her mouth as her eyes were glued on Mike.

	And looking at Mike, myself, I could now see why he had been
such a stud around the office before he was transferred.

	Besides his rugged good looks and great personality, he had a
rather large cock and set of balls hanging between his legs. I noticed
he was also watching Jane very closely. We all ran up the steps to the
bedroom-level of the deck and splashed into the tub. The water was
perfect and the night air made it very relaxing.

	After a while, I offered to make us all a nightcap and ran
into the house to get the fixings.

	When I returned, Jane and Mike were out of the pool and lying
on chaise lounges. Neither one of them had made any effort to cover
anything up, so I didn't either. We sipped our drinks and quietly
talked about old times and who-was-where-doing-what in the company.
Mike was on the chaise between us and I couldn't help but notice all
the attention Jane was giving Mike's crotch. I took a good look,
myself. Mike's cock was large - no two ways about that. It was long,
maybe seven inches or so, but it was also thick, looking almost as
thick around as my wrist.

	And it was still soft! I had been in enough locker rooms to
know that Mike was one of a very few good men. Now, looking closer, I
noticed that he was also uncircumcised and he had a lot of obvious
foreskin.

	When we finally got around to the office gossip and who-was-
fucking-whom, we all perked up. Jane said she now understood why there
was so much crying and gnashing of teeth by the office beauties when
Mike was transferred across the country. She went on to say that, not
only was he a sweetie, but he had the most impressive prick she had
ever seen in her life.

	Then, Jane asked Mike to forgive her for staring, but she had
never seen an uncircumcised cock before. Being only human, as Mike
listened to Jane's compliments, his impressive seven inches was slowly
twitching itself into a firmer, and even more impressive nine inches!

	Jane suddenly turned to me, "I just want to touch it!" I
could tell from her expression and breathless tone, she was asking me
for permission. I shrugged and nodded. What was I going to say? Jane
turned to Mike, "May I?" Mike looked at me and I nodded again. He
turned back to Jane, "Sure, Jane, if you want to." Jane got up off her
chaise and walked to Mike's, "Oh, I want to."

	My wife sat next to Mike on his chaise and just stared at his
cock. It was still twitching, growing firmer and longer as we watched.
Jane slowly reached forward. There was a small tremble in her hand.
Slowly, she reached out and touched Mike's cock, wrapping her hand
around it.

	Her fingers didn't even come close to making it all the way
around. None of us said a word - we were all feeling the sexual
tension of that minute. All three of us were intently watching my
wife's hand as it slowly pulled back Mike's foreskin off the head of
his cock, and then let go, so the skin slid back to cover the head,
again. Over and over, Jane slid her hand up and down Mike's shaft.
Jane's other hand made its way down to Mike's balls, where it cupped
and lifted them as if weighing them.

	I didn't have a ruler, but my guess was that Mike was now a
hard ten inches of cock. I couldn't even guess its girth. All this
time, Jane was slowly lowering her head, inch by inch, until she was
only inches away from Mike's erection. I was watching his cock as
intently as my wife. Mike's foreskin was so thick and long, that even
when his cock was erect (as it was now!), it was still long enough to
entirely cover his head.

	So both Jane and I watched as a drop of pre-cum oozed out of
the tip; and as Jane let the skin go, we watched the skin cover the
head, pushing the drop up, until it rested on top, like a shiny pearl
on a ring. To my surprise, Jane flicked her tongue out to lick the
fluid away. Mike and I both moaned.

	Now, Jane continued her hand rhythm, up and down, but she left
her tongue on the head of Mike's cock, so that when his foreskin
returned to cover the head, it also covered the tip of Jane's tongue.
This only happened a few times before Mike very obviously began to
cum. Jane moved her mouth over Mike's cock and began swallowing his
cum.

	A little of Mike's cum leaked out the side of her mouth, but
she quickly caught it with her tongue. (Jane later told me that
Mike's cum was more than she thought any man could shoot at one time.)
Jane's eyes looked glazed-over with lust when she smiled up at Mike. I
knew I needed a release for my raging, almost- painful, hard-on and
suggested we move into the bedroom. Mike and I escorted Jane to our
king-sized bed and she looked up at both of us.

	She looked beautiful. Mike lay beside my wife on one side and
I took the other. We began to explore her extraordinary body with our
hands and fingers and tongues. Mike sucked a breast into his mouth as
I licked Jane's clit. He soon moved down to her pussy and I kissed
her mouth and filled my hand with her tit. I couldn't wait any longer.
I moved Mike out of the way and slid my erect cock into my wife, to
the hilt. I had never felt her cunt so wet and hot as it was at that
moment. She reached one hand between us and made a tight ring around
my cock with her finger and thumb.

	Then I felt her other hand on the cheek of my ass, her fingers
seeking and finding my anus. Knowing my climax would be almost
immediate, she grinned up and me and asked, "Did you enjoy seeing
another man's cock and cum fill my mouth to overflowing?" That was it!
I slammed into her as hard as I could and let go with a massive
orgasm.

	I had barely finished cumming when I felt Jane's hands pushing
my shoulders away from her. She wanted me off her. She was looking at
Mike and they were now ready for each other. I slipped out of Jane's
cunt and rolled on the bed, watching Mike position himself between my
wife's wide-spread legs.

	His erection was huge. Her eyes were filled with lust as she
grabbed Mike's hips and said, "What are you waiting for? Fuck me! I
want to feel that monster-cock in me right now!"

	Mike maintained control. "Let's take this slow, Jane. I don't
want to hurt you."

	"Just fuck me, you sexy bastard!"

	As his cock-head touched her cuntlips, Jane moaned loudly. I
couldn't believe it! I was in the same bed, watching another man
getting ready to fuck my wife! Mike began to push slowly with his
hips. Jane's pussy began to stretch itself around its unnatural
girth. Slowly, slowly, Mike maintained the pressure, slowly but
surely burying his cock deeper and deeper into my wife's cunt.

	"You're so tight, Jane. Tell me if I hurt you." Jane couldn't
talk, she just shook her head.

	Finally, Mike touched bottom. He held himself completely
still. My wife had taken it all. Jane was obviously savoring the
feeling. She wrapped her arms around Mike's neck and said, "Oh, Mike,
I've never felt this full in my life!"

	Then, even without Mike moving a muscle, Jane began a powerful
orgasm (Which she later said was the strongest she had ever had.).
Wave after wave of pleasure wracked her body.

	And, as she began to come down, Mike began his fucking motion,
taking her up, up, and away, again and again. Mike dropped his face to
Jane's breasts and he began biting and pulling her nipple with his
teeth as he hammered into her harder and harder with his hips. "Oh,
yes!" she screamed.

	If our neighbors lived any closer, I'm sure they would have
called the police.

	"Fuck me hard, you bastard! I can feel all your foreskin! I
can feel it sliding up and down your cock, sliding inside my cunt, the
way it did in my hands! Don't let this end!"

	But it did. Mike was lifting himself almost all the way out of
Jane and then ramming back into her, slapping their hips together and
banging his big balls against her ass. I would have felt sorry for
Jane - for the beating she was taking - if she wasn't so obviously
enjoying every bit of it, bouncing her hips up to meet his down slams.

	I'm not sure if Jane ever really stopped cumming, but it was
obvious when Mike finally began his. His face turned red and he was
gasping for breath, grunting.

	When he finally collapsed on top of Jane, she wrapped her arms
around him and said, "I could feel your foreskin, and your cum. I
could feel it shooting out of your magnificent cock, filling my cunt."
I guess with the party, the booze, and the sex, we were all exhausted.
Mike couldn't make it to the guest room, so all three of us fell
asleep in our bed. I woke up once during the night having to go to the
bathroom, and found Jane and Mike fucking again on the bed beside me.

	When I awoke the next morning, I rolled over to see Jane
sucking on Mike's cock. Mike was still asleep. "Don't you think last
night was enough, Jane?"

	"I don't know, Honey. It hasn't been enough, so far. But I'll
try to behave. I've just never felt like this before - this alive,
this randy, this hot. Just don't get mad at me, okay? I still love
only you."

	For the rest of that weekend, and all of our free time during
the following week, Mike wore Jane like a second skin. She went
everywhere he went. They were seldom dressed and never apart, and when
they were together, my lovely wife had Mike's cock in her hands, her
mouth, or her cunt. She even went with him to the bathroom!

	I followed them once, and watched Jane get down on her knees
and pull Mike's foreskin back so he could pee.

	As soon as he was done, Jane shook the last few drops from the
end and then engulfed his meat in her mouth and sucked him `till he
came.

	As always, she swallowed every drop. I don't know how many
loads of cum Jane took that week. She sucked and fucked more loads out
of Mike than I care to count, and since she was acting like some sex-
slut, she couldn't very well say `no' to me when I wanted some of her
twat or mouth.

	On Thursday, Mike's last night in town, Jane handed me the
Polaroid and packages of film and asked me to record the "love
session."

	But, before they got started, Jane sucked on Mike's cock until
it reached maximum size, and then she shot a pack of film in almost
clinical close-ups of it. I spent the rest of the night taking
pictures of their sucking and fucking. Friday afternoon, I drove Mike
back out to the airport. He was in the backseat with Jane, who was
giving him his "farewell blow-job."

	I knew how much my wife meant it when she kissed Mike at the
gate and said, "I'm going to miss you, Mike." Jane still masturbates
looking at her photos of Mike, and the two of us talk about his visit
- in bed, before and during lovemaking.

	If there's been any change, our sex life has gotten hotter and
raunchier since Jane's week as Mike's cock-slave. It's definitely
been more frequent. Jane has been less inhibited than ever before. In
fact, just last night, she asked me if I ever noticed any other well-
hung, uncircumcised studs at the gym.

	Somehow, I don't think Jane is going to wait for Mike's next
visit.