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My Wife and the Hung Wallpaper Man
In the first four stories, I told the tails of Bob and my hot wife Ann. They had hooked up on six different occasions. Their first time was when the two of them ended up in his bed, with me sneaking into his room, and hiding at the foot of that bed. Peeking over the end of my friends bed, I watched my wife get fucked bareback, and then get her cunt filled to overflowing with an enormous creampie. That was my first time to ever see my sexy wife with another man. When I got over the initial shock, of what I watched from 30 inches away, I was so incredibly aroused, That I knew it wouldn’t be the last time.
I had to watch her again!
The second time was a quick threesome the next afternoon when she and I baited him to join us by messing around on his bed with the door open. Bob couldn't resist her inviting ass, so we spit roasted Ann, with Bob filling her pretty cunt with cum again.
Their third fuck had been silent, and behind a closed door. That time made me feel left out and I didn't enjoy it. I called that time, the quiet one. It was also at his house, but in the guest room, not more than 20 feet from where his wife was sleeping. I was in the mood for some kinky fun, and assumed if I got Bob fired up, he would make some kind of move on Ann, and I would watch them fuck, or at the very least, I would get to hear their passionate fucking. Getting him started was easy. He was always hot for Ann, so he only needed a small mental shove to get him to follow his hard cock straight to the room where Ann was sound asleep. Bob was high, and I got him talking about fucking Ann until he couldn’t take it any longer. What I didn’t expect, was for him to close the door, and make sure they were both silent. I got nothing out of that time, except the story he told me after spending an hour with her behind that closed door. When Bob returned to the den, where I had more or less manipulated him into fucking my wife again, he told me how he slowly woke her up, by gently licking her pussy until she was wet, and ready to fuck by the time she even realized what was going on. One of the stories I posted is about that night, and it’s fucking hot!
Time number four was the hidden camera session, when Ann endured, but also participated in, that brutal nipple biting, face fucking, ass fingering, cum drenched fuckathon. That was the one I watched live on my home office TV, while Bob thought he had her all alone in my house. We all experienced some new emotions that day.
Fuck number five for them, was the all out threesome/ tag team orgy we all agreed to do. It was caught on video with everyone's knowledge and enthusiastic approval. That had been a great night of wide open exploration. and fun for all. There were six great orgasms that night. We were each lucky enough to cum two times. We kept it going for almost 3 hours. That’s including video watching and teasing, plus the long periods of hard fucking and sucking, that left us all totally cum soaked and laughing about everything. It was super hot and sexy, but lighthearted and fun the whole time. Bob had wanted to go straight to the hot tub after the threesome that night. That had been the planned ending to our sex party since we agreed to do it, earlier that afternoon.
It was like, “We'll all fuck around until we're satisfied, and then hit the hot tub!”
After shooting two loads myself, some of my decision making, was returning to my big head. We were all covered in a mixture of each others love juices and lube.
Since I was the guy that would have to clean the filter or change the water, I insisted on a group shower first. It was fun to have all three of us in the big shower. Ann loved the attention of a playful, but still sensual, washing of all of her sexy areas, by two men she had just satisfied so well. As soon as we we're cleaned up, we headed straight for the hot tub without drying off. Most women I've ever known would be completely done after two hard orgasms like she had. The truth is, she usually would have been as well. Maybe she was still a little high, or maybe it was being the object of two guys, sexual attention, but she was still horny, and not totally finished for the night. When the three of us got into the hot tub Ann sat directly across from the underwater light and told Bob and I where she wanted us to sit. She put one of the waterproof Jacuzzi pillows behind her neck and got comfortable. Us boys settled into our designated spots to start sipping our cold vodkas on the rocks, and smoke our cigarettes. With the Jacuzzi light brightly illuminating her beautiful pussy, Ann couldn't resist teasing us just a little more. The jets weren't on, so the very warm water, was relatively still when she took two fingers of her left hand, and spread those still swollen pink lips. With the spotlight on her pleasure box, she started making slow circles around her excited clit with the middle finger tip, of her right hand. Of course, Bob and I were staring through the clear water as she occasionally let that finger tip slide down to take a two knuckle dip, inside the tight cunt that had just serviced us so thoroughly.
Thoughts of the pleasures we had just experienced, and the enticing under water show we were watching, was causing our cocks to begin swelling again.
When Ann saw her exhibitionism was creating exactly the effect she was hoping for,
she slid down far enough that her left foot could reach my cock, and her right could reach Bob’s. Spreading her swollen pussy lips with her fingers to give us a more erotic view, Ann started playing footsie’s, with our cocks and balls. I was wondering what was going through her mind and my guess is, Bob was wondering the same thing. Soon he and I were fully erect again. She was giggling a little at us and saying to never under estimate the power of pussy. She said, “I love how easy you two are.”
Ann is one of those women who cream heavily when they cum. When she is very turned on, she has an abundant discharge of a delicious, slippery, white fluid. When she has an orgasm, she produces even more of her lady juice. Many times when I fucked her fast, and she was very creamy, her self made, sexy lubricant, would become frothy. The fucking action would whip it into a white foam. I would tell her we were making whipped cream. I thought it was damn sexy! I watched that same thing happen with her and Bob, in a big way, that first night they were together. She was on the way to her second orgasm of the night when she was riding Bob bareback cowgirl. and I was watching from my hiding spot at the foot of bed. Ann’s flow of the milky white liquid, was so heavy that night, that she had completely surrounded the base of his cock with a doughnut of white foam.
As she got closer and closer to cumming on his cock, she produced so much of her sexy liquid, it was running down Bob's dick, and dripping off his balls onto the bed.
I'm bringing that up now because of what Bob and I we're seeing in the Jacuzzi while she fingered her snatch and rubbed our dicks with her feet. The fingering she was giving herself, was causing a very noticeable quantity of white, viscus liquid, to ooze out of her cunt and wash away as it mixed with the clear, warm water. During the threesome that had only ended minutes before, she had done a lot of fucking so she probably produced a lot of her own juice. Bob had been the only one to cum inside her, but that was the night he became the first man to ever get anal sex from Ann. He fucked her hard, and shot a huge load in her asshole. Needless to say, neither one of us had expected that to happen. Ann and I had spent the hours since we found out Bob was coming to visit again, whipping each other into a frenzy about me getting sloppy seconds. We were both turned on by the thought, and she was determined to make it happen. In the most bizarre switch I've ever heard of, Ann kept our fantasy alive. Bob shot his hot cum up her ass, not in her pussy, but his load was massive. I found that out when I pushed my cock into her cum filled box. My determined wife had used her hand, to save Bob’s huge cum load inside her asshole, and during a break time we took, she made her way to the kitchen, and used a new turkey baster I had purchase for the holidays, to transfer Bob’s gigantic sperm deposit, from her asshole to her cunt before It was my time to fuck her. That was a damn sexy surprise for me and the messiest sloppy seconds, I ever had. WOW it was fun!
We both knew, there was no way she could have douched. She hadn't been out of our site from the time we got out of bed. The shower we took together was pretty quick because we knew we were going to the hot tub. I'll probably never know exactly what was coming out of her, but it looked sexy as fuck, and that kind of shit turns me on.
That same visual was apparently working for Bob as well. He was so hard again, the veins in his cock we're bulging as it stood straight up. She used her toes, to stroke him from the tip, down to his balls. I thought we were done for the night, but here she was, getting us started again. Bob finally said, “Shit, I’ll go another round!” He stood up in the water and took one step forward which positioned him between Ann’s already open thighs. She took her foot off my cock so she could raise both knees a little higher.
She had already scooted down so her feet would reach our dicks. In order to do that, she had most of her ass hanging off the narrow Jacuzzi seat. Now when she raised her knees, she was in ALMOST the ideal position. She adjusted the floating pillow, and then with Bob standing between her open thighs, she wrapped her legs around him. Her spread legs were almost floating in the warm water, with the back of her heels brushing against Bob's ass cheeks. She was using those sexy blue eyes to look up at Bob when she said, “Take my ankles with your hands.” He did as told.
Ann continued,“ Put my ankles on top of your shoulders and hold them there.”
He lifted her ankles and held them firmly, to both sides of his neck.
NOW she was in the ideal position to be fucked hard and deep. I quickly scooted to my right so I would have an unobstructed view of my wife at her sluttiest.
The low set, halogen Jacuzzi light, was shining perfectly between Bob's legs.
Ann reached out with her right hand. She wrapped it all the way around the base of his hard cock and started guiding him toward her open hole. The way she was holding his hard-on, left the bulging head, and one more inch of his dick uncovered by her hand.
Bob was more than excited. I could see small muscles twitching in his upper arms and across his back. The tone of Bob's voice made me think he was having a moment of falling in love when he said, “I can't believe how fucking beautiful and sexy you are.”
Ann pulled him close, so she could stroke his cock slowly with her hand. She rubbed the swollen head up-and-down her labia, from her leaking hole to her protruding clitoris.
She held the tip of his cock to her wet hole. Bob wasn't capable of forming full sentences any longer. His answers were brief, and sounded anxious.
She was still making the same sexy eye contact when she said to Bob,
“Are you sure you want to fuck me again?”
His answer, “YES”
Ann asked “Do you like fucking my pussy?”
Bob, “YES I DO”
She asked him, “Does it feel good to cum in my pussy?”
Bob, “ SO FUCKING GOOD”
Ann asked him, “Who’s the best fuck in your life?”
Bob, “YOU ARE”
She said “Put your big cock inside me, just a little!”
Bob moaned softley, and started to push inside. I could see the look of relief on his face when he felt his throbbing helmet stretch her opening. Ann didn't resist in the least, with one exception. She didn't remove her hand from his cock. She was in a totally vulnerable position but she still had her hand wrapped firmly around Bob's hard dick.
He was trying is best to pump in and out of her pussy. She was allowing him access, but only letting him penetrate her with 1 1/2, or 2 inches, of cock that wasn't covered by her hand. This only went on for a few seconds. She was still staring straight at Bob but he had broken eye contact to glance at me. He looked confused and I didn't blame him.
I wasn't at all clear about what was going on.
To get his attention back on her, Ann said to him,
“So, Tell me how much you want to fuck my pussy!”
Bob answered, “So much it feels like my balls will explode if I don’t!”
With that, Ann pulled her ankles from his shoulders and sat up. That pulled the head of his cock out of her pussy. She still had her hand, wrapped around is hard prick.
When she angled it straight up, it almost reached the surface of the water. She leaned down to put her face in the water and took his cock in her mouth. She gave it two or three nice sucks, then stood up and smiled at us. Ann said,
“I love fucking both of you, so I wanted to leave you guys with something to think about tonight” “I’m going to get some sleep now.” “We can play again tomorrow.”
She had definitely succeeded in that. Ann walked to the bathroom and closed the door. Bob and I climbed out of the hot tub to towel off. We went down stairs to chat a little about the evenings events, and have another drink. He was blown away by how much fun the threesome had been, but totally bewildered by what had happened in the Jacuzzi. It had taken me a few minutes to figure it out but now, I totally got it.
I never would attempt to explain this one to Bob, but what had just happened was this.
Ann was bothered by the way bob had stripped her of any control the last time he was here. It turned her on tremendously at the time, but then, it bugged her for the last four and a half months. She had been quite her normal self during the threesome. Sometimes submissive, sometimes taking the lead. In the Jacuzzi, she had played Bob like a cheap guitar. Then she walked away leaving him with a raging hard on, some full balls, and no where to dump them. Ann had her control back!
Their sixth and last time to hook up, happened the next day. We all knew something sexual would happen on Sunday. The events in the Jacuzzi had almost guaranteed it.
As the day progressed, It became clear that they both wanted to fuck each other one-on-one again. The Video equipment from the previous nights threesome, was still set up in the bedroom so I told them to, “Go for it” and I would watch the tape later. Watching the tape later would be my surprise present. I walked them upstairs and started the video camera. I promised them privacy and told them to have fun, and do whatever they felt like.
When they stripped-down, Ann discovered her period was just starting. She told me later that night, she was two or three days early. She thought the extended, double fucking, she had taken the night before was probably the reason. Ann didn't like to fuck when she was bleeding, but at the same time, she didn't want to disappoint Bob.
He didn't seem to mind Ann substituting a nasty, cum in her mouth, with drool, and then swallow his huge load, blow job she gave him. It was the third cum in mouth, of his entire life, and apparently, it was a great one.
I had my biggest laugh about that blow job. Ann had never allowed Bob to kiss her.
That night Ann gave him the full on, nasty swallow show that she could do so well.
When she finished the blow job, there was a thick coating of his cum covering her lips, and dripping in long strings, off her chin. She swallowed a very large load, but had retained enough in her mouth for her final tease. When she parted her lips, and moved to kiss Bob for the very first time, her teeth and tongue were still covered in his thick, white Jizz. Bob jumped off the bed to get away from her. She showed a big cum painted grin to the camera, then swallowed the rest she knew he wouldn't kiss her like that but she got to have her fun with him anyway.
That was their last time to play. The probable reason, was because she and I had both stopped doing cocaine. The six times they got together, had occurred over the course of one year. That year began in late November 1984, when she was 25 years old, and lasted until mid December 1985, when Ann was 26.
There is no doubt in my mind, the genetic material that determines what your personal fetish will be, is with you from early on, and never leaves you. I believe many people never release theirs. The cocaine binges we engaged in, allowed us to drop all inhibitions, and explore our fantasies. The more she and I shared our fantasies, the more we understood ourselves. I liked to watch, and she liked to be watched. It was inevitable that the fantasies would turn to reality at some perfectly opportune moment.
That's exactly how it had started. I never considered the things we did to be cheating, because I always knew before she did anything. She openly shared all the details of the encounters as much as possible. For the time being, We had satisfied our fantasies, and no longer had the d**g fueling that fire.
We settled into a more conventional sex life that was still more exciting than most. She still had those skills. We had those memories on video to spice things up whenever we wanted to. We were d**g free, and normal.
Or were we? Whatever it is that it makes you what you are, may be subdued but it never completely goes away.
Now we jump ahead to 1990
Ann was 31 years old, and still as hot as ever. My business had done very well, and we wanted to upgrade our housing. We sold the house in Redondo and bought a 5000 square foot home on a 1 1/2 acre lot. We completely remodeled the new place, during the first three years of living there. The new house had five bedrooms, and five bathrooms. All the other usual rooms were there as well , and included a large, downstairs den, with a huge granite fireplace. The living room, and the master bedroom, had even larger fireplaces. It was a very nice place. My favorite room in the entire house, was a large recreation room, we referred to as “The Bar.” The room was 30’ x 30’ with high ceilings, and floor to ceiling windows across one wall, that stared at the ocean. The room was trimmed in solid oak moldings with an oak, hardwood floor. The hardwood on the floor was inlaid with brass and green marble. A large bar made from oak, topped with green marble, occupied one end of the room. Comfortable, Green leather, furniture formed the sitting area. A heavy oak and slate pool table finished the room.
By now we had a four-year-old, and a three-year-old. Life was pretty different.
We still had fun, But none of those wild times of the past. Sure, we were the same people. We had the same fetishes as always. Neither of us were the jealous type so it was okay for me to fuck the hot nanny once in a while. Ann just wanted to hear all the details later. She still found ways to enjoy smaller moments, of being an exhibitionist.
Once when she was still nursing our youngest, we had friends at the house for dinner. My friend Jerry, was sitting across the table from Ann. He had no experience with lactating women.When he asked her the question, “Does the milk come out of one hole or more?” Ann answered his question by lifting her shirt above her abnormally large tits (she is almost always braless). She grabbed both nipples and shot milk across the table to hit Jerry's face. He licked his lips and commented, “Not bad.”
She then walked around the table to let Jerry try a couple of nipple squeezes.
She offered him the chance to nurse a little, but he was too shy. She wouldn't hesitate to strip naked, and jump into our pool or Jacuzzi when we had guests. She continued to find small, creative ways to satisfy her little fetish.
So that was life for us now. The usual summer routine included the nanny showing up in the morning around the time I would leave for work. Her and the k**s would frequently stay at the house if Ann needed to go do whatever it was she needed to do.
At least a couple of days each week, the nanny would take both k**s to the park, to play for a few hours. Everything was pretty damn good. Even though Ann had continued her exhibitionist ways to a small degree, she hadn't had any strange cock for five years.
That was about to change.
Bill, with a very French last name, was a very handsome man. Not in the good looking, male model sort of way, but more of a rugged, Marlboro Man type good looking. At the time of this story, I believe Bill was about 35 years old. He was about 6 feet tall with a very nice body. Bill had medium length light brown hair, and was clean shaven, with light stubble. Blue eyes and a nice tan, made his face look even better. Every time I saw him he was wearing slim fitting blue jeans, and a red T shirt. He wore that snug T shirt tucked in at the waist. That seemed to be his standard, wallpaper hanging uniform.
In any event, the jeans and shirt hugged his body in a way that accented his muscular biceps, along with his narrow waist. I was pretty handsome in those days, and this guy made me look like a mutt.
We met Bill in early 1987 when we made the decision to look for a larger home.
Ann’s first thought was to bump up the appeal of the Redondo place, for resale value purposes. A friend of hers suggested that wallpaper provided the most splash for the money. She decided to go with that plan. Ann took several days In a few different stores, but found what she liked for the 2 rooms she wanted to spruce up. When the store clerk ask her, how many rolls of wallpaper the job would require, she realized, she had no idea. The person in the store ask her, who was going to do the installation? Once again she hadn't gotten that far. The clerk gave her 3 business cards, and told her that all 3, were highly skilled at their trade. If she chose one of them to do the job, the installer would come to the house and measure for free.
The wallpaper she had chosen was in stock, so whoever she picked, could come to the house to get measurements, then schedule a date with her to do the installation,
He could pick up the required number of rolls from the store. She didn't need to do anything now but pick a guy, and agree on the schedule. I know she interviewed them by phone. It must have been pure luck that she picked this handsome stud, or maybe she liked his voice. Either way, when he showed up to measure, We were both surprised. I had seen that look in her eyes before. I knew she was extremely attracted to him. I might have felt slightly threatened, except for the fact, you didn't need a lot of time with Bill to conclude, he wasn't a very bright. Too bad, If he had those looks and brains he might be dangerous. As it would turn out, the most he would ever be to Ann was a fun, boy toy for the future.
It was a fairly small job she was hiring him to do, so the two appearances Bill made didn't require too much time. His first visit was only for the measurements. She and I were both home. He wasn't there very long, and they agreed on the day he would do the work. After he left I k**ded Ann about the way she was checking him out. I told her,
“I saw that look in your eyes.” Our past behavior had made both of us perfectly comfortable in saying almost anything to each other, with regard to sex. Her reply to me was, “You may have seen the look in my eyes, but did you notice that bulge in his pants?”
It was true, Bill had a huge dick. I failed to mention that in my description of him, but to go along with the muscles in his red T-shirt, was a noticeably large tool in his jeans.
Ann was fascinated by the possibilities. She said, “If his dick is that huge soft, can you even imagine what that thing is like when he gets hard?”
I told her, “Maybe with his good looks, and that huge cock, he doesn't need any brains.”
Ann said, “I don't care if he can spell cat.” “I don't even care if he can hang wallpaper.”
“I just want to see his dick when it's hard!”
The day bill came back to do the work, Ann made sure to wear tight shorts, and one of her thin tank tops, that show off her nipples. I was in and out of the house several times that day. His job took less than 6 hours to complete. That didn't stop her from flirting with him in the least. I had noticed him checking her out thoroughly with his eyes, I could tell he had an attraction to her, but Bill didn't seem to be picking up on her subtle flirtations.
As the day went on, Ann realized her small flirts weren't working. When she would make a comment, that most men would recognize as suggestive, they seemed to go right over Bill’s head. Ann was starting to become more bold, by touching him on the shoulder, or wherever, when she wanted to ask him a question. The physical touches were maintaining contact longer, as time went by. When Ann could see he would be finished soon, she couldn't resist making one last, directed effort.
Bill was standing on his ladder, starting a new strip of wallpaper at the top edge of the wall. His monster cock was about chin high to Ann when she walked up to him and placed one hand, casually on the inside of his thigh. She was just giving him a friendly little hello squeeze as she asked cheerfully, “Can I get you a soda or some water?”
He glanced down at her and said a polite, “No thank you, I'm almost finished.”
In that moment when Bill was looking down at her, Ann stared at the big lump in his jeans, and acted like she had just noticed it for the first time. Her face was about 8 inches from that anaconda when she said in a surprised voice,
“OH My God, That Thing is Huge!”
She continued to stare at Bill’s enormous bulge, as if she was amazed. Bill blushed and smiled at the same time. I could tell it was something he was quite proud of. He was clearly flattered by her comment, and a little embarrassed at the same time. The best he could do, was to stutter out a quiet, “Thank you.” Then he returned to what he had been doing. Not long after, Bill took his ladder and tools to his truck. Then he returned to pick up his pay.
When she gave Bill his money, he said, “Thank you, it was a pleasure working for you.”
Ann stared him directly in the eyes and said,
“Not nearly as much pleasure as it could have been.”
The tone of her voice, plus the way she was looking at him when she spoke those words, couldn't possibly be confusing to any man on earth.
He totally understood her message! I thought it sounded like an invitation to call her but he never did. Bill smiled and walked out the door.
Ann looked at me with her most disappointed face and said,
“I’ve never had a cock like that, I really wanted a chance to get him hard”
It would take another 3 years but she would get a second opportunity.
I was pretty certain, Ann wouldn’t let her next chance get away!
My next story will tell every detail of Bill’s return visit, and I can assure you, no one will be disappointed!
In the first four stories, I told the tails of Bob and my hot wife Ann. They had hooked up on six different occasions. Their first time was when the two of them ended up in his bed, with me sneaking into his room, and hiding at the foot of that bed. Peeking over the end of my friends bed, I watched my wife get fucked bareback, and then get her cunt filled to overflowing with an enormous creampie. That was my first time to ever see my sexy wife with another man. When I got over the initial shock, of what I watched from 30 inches away, I was so incredibly aroused, That I knew it wouldn’t be the last time.
I had to watch her again!
The second time was a quick threesome the next afternoon when she and I baited him to join us by messing around on his bed with the door open. Bob couldn't resist her inviting ass, so we spit roasted Ann, with Bob filling her pretty cunt with cum again.
Their third fuck had been silent, and behind a closed door. That time made me feel left out and I didn't enjoy it. I called that time, the quiet one. It was also at his house, but in the guest room, not more than 20 feet from where his wife was sleeping. I was in the mood for some kinky fun, and assumed if I got Bob fired up, he would make some kind of move on Ann, and I would watch them fuck, or at the very least, I would get to hear their passionate fucking. Getting him started was easy. He was always hot for Ann, so he only needed a small mental shove to get him to follow his hard cock straight to the room where Ann was sound asleep. Bob was high, and I got him talking about fucking Ann until he couldn’t take it any longer. What I didn’t expect, was for him to close the door, and make sure they were both silent. I got nothing out of that time, except the story he told me after spending an hour with her behind that closed door. When Bob returned to the den, where I had more or less manipulated him into fucking my wife again, he told me how he slowly woke her up, by gently licking her pussy until she was wet, and ready to fuck by the time she even realized what was going on. One of the stories I posted is about that night, and it’s fucking hot!
Time number four was the hidden camera session, when Ann endured, but also participated in, that brutal nipple biting, face fucking, ass fingering, cum drenched fuckathon. That was the one I watched live on my home office TV, while Bob thought he had her all alone in my house. We all experienced some new emotions that day.
Fuck number five for them, was the all out threesome/ tag team orgy we all agreed to do. It was caught on video with everyone's knowledge and enthusiastic approval. That had been a great night of wide open exploration. and fun for all. There were six great orgasms that night. We were each lucky enough to cum two times. We kept it going for almost 3 hours. That’s including video watching and teasing, plus the long periods of hard fucking and sucking, that left us all totally cum soaked and laughing about everything. It was super hot and sexy, but lighthearted and fun the whole time. Bob had wanted to go straight to the hot tub after the threesome that night. That had been the planned ending to our sex party since we agreed to do it, earlier that afternoon.
It was like, “We'll all fuck around until we're satisfied, and then hit the hot tub!”
After shooting two loads myself, some of my decision making, was returning to my big head. We were all covered in a mixture of each others love juices and lube.
Since I was the guy that would have to clean the filter or change the water, I insisted on a group shower first. It was fun to have all three of us in the big shower. Ann loved the attention of a playful, but still sensual, washing of all of her sexy areas, by two men she had just satisfied so well. As soon as we we're cleaned up, we headed straight for the hot tub without drying off. Most women I've ever known would be completely done after two hard orgasms like she had. The truth is, she usually would have been as well. Maybe she was still a little high, or maybe it was being the object of two guys, sexual attention, but she was still horny, and not totally finished for the night. When the three of us got into the hot tub Ann sat directly across from the underwater light and told Bob and I where she wanted us to sit. She put one of the waterproof Jacuzzi pillows behind her neck and got comfortable. Us boys settled into our designated spots to start sipping our cold vodkas on the rocks, and smoke our cigarettes. With the Jacuzzi light brightly illuminating her beautiful pussy, Ann couldn't resist teasing us just a little more. The jets weren't on, so the very warm water, was relatively still when she took two fingers of her left hand, and spread those still swollen pink lips. With the spotlight on her pleasure box, she started making slow circles around her excited clit with the middle finger tip, of her right hand. Of course, Bob and I were staring through the clear water as she occasionally let that finger tip slide down to take a two knuckle dip, inside the tight cunt that had just serviced us so thoroughly.
Thoughts of the pleasures we had just experienced, and the enticing under water show we were watching, was causing our cocks to begin swelling again.
When Ann saw her exhibitionism was creating exactly the effect she was hoping for,
she slid down far enough that her left foot could reach my cock, and her right could reach Bob’s. Spreading her swollen pussy lips with her fingers to give us a more erotic view, Ann started playing footsie’s, with our cocks and balls. I was wondering what was going through her mind and my guess is, Bob was wondering the same thing. Soon he and I were fully erect again. She was giggling a little at us and saying to never under estimate the power of pussy. She said, “I love how easy you two are.”
Ann is one of those women who cream heavily when they cum. When she is very turned on, she has an abundant discharge of a delicious, slippery, white fluid. When she has an orgasm, she produces even more of her lady juice. Many times when I fucked her fast, and she was very creamy, her self made, sexy lubricant, would become frothy. The fucking action would whip it into a white foam. I would tell her we were making whipped cream. I thought it was damn sexy! I watched that same thing happen with her and Bob, in a big way, that first night they were together. She was on the way to her second orgasm of the night when she was riding Bob bareback cowgirl. and I was watching from my hiding spot at the foot of bed. Ann’s flow of the milky white liquid, was so heavy that night, that she had completely surrounded the base of his cock with a doughnut of white foam.
As she got closer and closer to cumming on his cock, she produced so much of her sexy liquid, it was running down Bob's dick, and dripping off his balls onto the bed.
I'm bringing that up now because of what Bob and I we're seeing in the Jacuzzi while she fingered her snatch and rubbed our dicks with her feet. The fingering she was giving herself, was causing a very noticeable quantity of white, viscus liquid, to ooze out of her cunt and wash away as it mixed with the clear, warm water. During the threesome that had only ended minutes before, she had done a lot of fucking so she probably produced a lot of her own juice. Bob had been the only one to cum inside her, but that was the night he became the first man to ever get anal sex from Ann. He fucked her hard, and shot a huge load in her asshole. Needless to say, neither one of us had expected that to happen. Ann and I had spent the hours since we found out Bob was coming to visit again, whipping each other into a frenzy about me getting sloppy seconds. We were both turned on by the thought, and she was determined to make it happen. In the most bizarre switch I've ever heard of, Ann kept our fantasy alive. Bob shot his hot cum up her ass, not in her pussy, but his load was massive. I found that out when I pushed my cock into her cum filled box. My determined wife had used her hand, to save Bob’s huge cum load inside her asshole, and during a break time we took, she made her way to the kitchen, and used a new turkey baster I had purchase for the holidays, to transfer Bob’s gigantic sperm deposit, from her asshole to her cunt before It was my time to fuck her. That was a damn sexy surprise for me and the messiest sloppy seconds, I ever had. WOW it was fun!
We both knew, there was no way she could have douched. She hadn't been out of our site from the time we got out of bed. The shower we took together was pretty quick because we knew we were going to the hot tub. I'll probably never know exactly what was coming out of her, but it looked sexy as fuck, and that kind of shit turns me on.
That same visual was apparently working for Bob as well. He was so hard again, the veins in his cock we're bulging as it stood straight up. She used her toes, to stroke him from the tip, down to his balls. I thought we were done for the night, but here she was, getting us started again. Bob finally said, “Shit, I’ll go another round!” He stood up in the water and took one step forward which positioned him between Ann’s already open thighs. She took her foot off my cock so she could raise both knees a little higher.
She had already scooted down so her feet would reach our dicks. In order to do that, she had most of her ass hanging off the narrow Jacuzzi seat. Now when she raised her knees, she was in ALMOST the ideal position. She adjusted the floating pillow, and then with Bob standing between her open thighs, she wrapped her legs around him. Her spread legs were almost floating in the warm water, with the back of her heels brushing against Bob's ass cheeks. She was using those sexy blue eyes to look up at Bob when she said, “Take my ankles with your hands.” He did as told.
Ann continued,“ Put my ankles on top of your shoulders and hold them there.”
He lifted her ankles and held them firmly, to both sides of his neck.
NOW she was in the ideal position to be fucked hard and deep. I quickly scooted to my right so I would have an unobstructed view of my wife at her sluttiest.
The low set, halogen Jacuzzi light, was shining perfectly between Bob's legs.
Ann reached out with her right hand. She wrapped it all the way around the base of his hard cock and started guiding him toward her open hole. The way she was holding his hard-on, left the bulging head, and one more inch of his dick uncovered by her hand.
Bob was more than excited. I could see small muscles twitching in his upper arms and across his back. The tone of Bob's voice made me think he was having a moment of falling in love when he said, “I can't believe how fucking beautiful and sexy you are.”
Ann pulled him close, so she could stroke his cock slowly with her hand. She rubbed the swollen head up-and-down her labia, from her leaking hole to her protruding clitoris.
She held the tip of his cock to her wet hole. Bob wasn't capable of forming full sentences any longer. His answers were brief, and sounded anxious.
She was still making the same sexy eye contact when she said to Bob,
“Are you sure you want to fuck me again?”
His answer, “YES”
Ann asked “Do you like fucking my pussy?”
Bob, “YES I DO”
She asked him, “Does it feel good to cum in my pussy?”
Bob, “ SO FUCKING GOOD”
Ann asked him, “Who’s the best fuck in your life?”
Bob, “YOU ARE”
She said “Put your big cock inside me, just a little!”
Bob moaned softley, and started to push inside. I could see the look of relief on his face when he felt his throbbing helmet stretch her opening. Ann didn't resist in the least, with one exception. She didn't remove her hand from his cock. She was in a totally vulnerable position but she still had her hand wrapped firmly around Bob's hard dick.
He was trying is best to pump in and out of her pussy. She was allowing him access, but only letting him penetrate her with 1 1/2, or 2 inches, of cock that wasn't covered by her hand. This only went on for a few seconds. She was still staring straight at Bob but he had broken eye contact to glance at me. He looked confused and I didn't blame him.
I wasn't at all clear about what was going on.
To get his attention back on her, Ann said to him,
“So, Tell me how much you want to fuck my pussy!”
Bob answered, “So much it feels like my balls will explode if I don’t!”
With that, Ann pulled her ankles from his shoulders and sat up. That pulled the head of his cock out of her pussy. She still had her hand, wrapped around is hard prick.
When she angled it straight up, it almost reached the surface of the water. She leaned down to put her face in the water and took his cock in her mouth. She gave it two or three nice sucks, then stood up and smiled at us. Ann said,
“I love fucking both of you, so I wanted to leave you guys with something to think about tonight” “I’m going to get some sleep now.” “We can play again tomorrow.”
She had definitely succeeded in that. Ann walked to the bathroom and closed the door. Bob and I climbed out of the hot tub to towel off. We went down stairs to chat a little about the evenings events, and have another drink. He was blown away by how much fun the threesome had been, but totally bewildered by what had happened in the Jacuzzi. It had taken me a few minutes to figure it out but now, I totally got it.
I never would attempt to explain this one to Bob, but what had just happened was this.
Ann was bothered by the way bob had stripped her of any control the last time he was here. It turned her on tremendously at the time, but then, it bugged her for the last four and a half months. She had been quite her normal self during the threesome. Sometimes submissive, sometimes taking the lead. In the Jacuzzi, she had played Bob like a cheap guitar. Then she walked away leaving him with a raging hard on, some full balls, and no where to dump them. Ann had her control back!
Their sixth and last time to hook up, happened the next day. We all knew something sexual would happen on Sunday. The events in the Jacuzzi had almost guaranteed it.
As the day progressed, It became clear that they both wanted to fuck each other one-on-one again. The Video equipment from the previous nights threesome, was still set up in the bedroom so I told them to, “Go for it” and I would watch the tape later. Watching the tape later would be my surprise present. I walked them upstairs and started the video camera. I promised them privacy and told them to have fun, and do whatever they felt like.
When they stripped-down, Ann discovered her period was just starting. She told me later that night, she was two or three days early. She thought the extended, double fucking, she had taken the night before was probably the reason. Ann didn't like to fuck when she was bleeding, but at the same time, she didn't want to disappoint Bob.
He didn't seem to mind Ann substituting a nasty, cum in her mouth, with drool, and then swallow his huge load, blow job she gave him. It was the third cum in mouth, of his entire life, and apparently, it was a great one.
I had my biggest laugh about that blow job. Ann had never allowed Bob to kiss her.
That night Ann gave him the full on, nasty swallow show that she could do so well.
When she finished the blow job, there was a thick coating of his cum covering her lips, and dripping in long strings, off her chin. She swallowed a very large load, but had retained enough in her mouth for her final tease. When she parted her lips, and moved to kiss Bob for the very first time, her teeth and tongue were still covered in his thick, white Jizz. Bob jumped off the bed to get away from her. She showed a big cum painted grin to the camera, then swallowed the rest she knew he wouldn't kiss her like that but she got to have her fun with him anyway.
That was their last time to play. The probable reason, was because she and I had both stopped doing cocaine. The six times they got together, had occurred over the course of one year. That year began in late November 1984, when she was 25 years old, and lasted until mid December 1985, when Ann was 26.
There is no doubt in my mind, the genetic material that determines what your personal fetish will be, is with you from early on, and never leaves you. I believe many people never release theirs. The cocaine binges we engaged in, allowed us to drop all inhibitions, and explore our fantasies. The more she and I shared our fantasies, the more we understood ourselves. I liked to watch, and she liked to be watched. It was inevitable that the fantasies would turn to reality at some perfectly opportune moment.
That's exactly how it had started. I never considered the things we did to be cheating, because I always knew before she did anything. She openly shared all the details of the encounters as much as possible. For the time being, We had satisfied our fantasies, and no longer had the d**g fueling that fire.
We settled into a more conventional sex life that was still more exciting than most. She still had those skills. We had those memories on video to spice things up whenever we wanted to. We were d**g free, and normal.
Or were we? Whatever it is that it makes you what you are, may be subdued but it never completely goes away.
Now we jump ahead to 1990
Ann was 31 years old, and still as hot as ever. My business had done very well, and we wanted to upgrade our housing. We sold the house in Redondo and bought a 5000 square foot home on a 1 1/2 acre lot. We completely remodeled the new place, during the first three years of living there. The new house had five bedrooms, and five bathrooms. All the other usual rooms were there as well , and included a large, downstairs den, with a huge granite fireplace. The living room, and the master bedroom, had even larger fireplaces. It was a very nice place. My favorite room in the entire house, was a large recreation room, we referred to as “The Bar.” The room was 30’ x 30’ with high ceilings, and floor to ceiling windows across one wall, that stared at the ocean. The room was trimmed in solid oak moldings with an oak, hardwood floor. The hardwood on the floor was inlaid with brass and green marble. A large bar made from oak, topped with green marble, occupied one end of the room. Comfortable, Green leather, furniture formed the sitting area. A heavy oak and slate pool table finished the room.
By now we had a four-year-old, and a three-year-old. Life was pretty different.
We still had fun, But none of those wild times of the past. Sure, we were the same people. We had the same fetishes as always. Neither of us were the jealous type so it was okay for me to fuck the hot nanny once in a while. Ann just wanted to hear all the details later. She still found ways to enjoy smaller moments, of being an exhibitionist.
Once when she was still nursing our youngest, we had friends at the house for dinner. My friend Jerry, was sitting across the table from Ann. He had no experience with lactating women.When he asked her the question, “Does the milk come out of one hole or more?” Ann answered his question by lifting her shirt above her abnormally large tits (she is almost always braless). She grabbed both nipples and shot milk across the table to hit Jerry's face. He licked his lips and commented, “Not bad.”
She then walked around the table to let Jerry try a couple of nipple squeezes.
She offered him the chance to nurse a little, but he was too shy. She wouldn't hesitate to strip naked, and jump into our pool or Jacuzzi when we had guests. She continued to find small, creative ways to satisfy her little fetish.
So that was life for us now. The usual summer routine included the nanny showing up in the morning around the time I would leave for work. Her and the k**s would frequently stay at the house if Ann needed to go do whatever it was she needed to do.
At least a couple of days each week, the nanny would take both k**s to the park, to play for a few hours. Everything was pretty damn good. Even though Ann had continued her exhibitionist ways to a small degree, she hadn't had any strange cock for five years.
That was about to change.
Bill, with a very French last name, was a very handsome man. Not in the good looking, male model sort of way, but more of a rugged, Marlboro Man type good looking. At the time of this story, I believe Bill was about 35 years old. He was about 6 feet tall with a very nice body. Bill had medium length light brown hair, and was clean shaven, with light stubble. Blue eyes and a nice tan, made his face look even better. Every time I saw him he was wearing slim fitting blue jeans, and a red T shirt. He wore that snug T shirt tucked in at the waist. That seemed to be his standard, wallpaper hanging uniform.
In any event, the jeans and shirt hugged his body in a way that accented his muscular biceps, along with his narrow waist. I was pretty handsome in those days, and this guy made me look like a mutt.
We met Bill in early 1987 when we made the decision to look for a larger home.
Ann’s first thought was to bump up the appeal of the Redondo place, for resale value purposes. A friend of hers suggested that wallpaper provided the most splash for the money. She decided to go with that plan. Ann took several days In a few different stores, but found what she liked for the 2 rooms she wanted to spruce up. When the store clerk ask her, how many rolls of wallpaper the job would require, she realized, she had no idea. The person in the store ask her, who was going to do the installation? Once again she hadn't gotten that far. The clerk gave her 3 business cards, and told her that all 3, were highly skilled at their trade. If she chose one of them to do the job, the installer would come to the house and measure for free.
The wallpaper she had chosen was in stock, so whoever she picked, could come to the house to get measurements, then schedule a date with her to do the installation,
He could pick up the required number of rolls from the store. She didn't need to do anything now but pick a guy, and agree on the schedule. I know she interviewed them by phone. It must have been pure luck that she picked this handsome stud, or maybe she liked his voice. Either way, when he showed up to measure, We were both surprised. I had seen that look in her eyes before. I knew she was extremely attracted to him. I might have felt slightly threatened, except for the fact, you didn't need a lot of time with Bill to conclude, he wasn't a very bright. Too bad, If he had those looks and brains he might be dangerous. As it would turn out, the most he would ever be to Ann was a fun, boy toy for the future.
It was a fairly small job she was hiring him to do, so the two appearances Bill made didn't require too much time. His first visit was only for the measurements. She and I were both home. He wasn't there very long, and they agreed on the day he would do the work. After he left I k**ded Ann about the way she was checking him out. I told her,
“I saw that look in your eyes.” Our past behavior had made both of us perfectly comfortable in saying almost anything to each other, with regard to sex. Her reply to me was, “You may have seen the look in my eyes, but did you notice that bulge in his pants?”
It was true, Bill had a huge dick. I failed to mention that in my description of him, but to go along with the muscles in his red T-shirt, was a noticeably large tool in his jeans.
Ann was fascinated by the possibilities. She said, “If his dick is that huge soft, can you even imagine what that thing is like when he gets hard?”
I told her, “Maybe with his good looks, and that huge cock, he doesn't need any brains.”
Ann said, “I don't care if he can spell cat.” “I don't even care if he can hang wallpaper.”
“I just want to see his dick when it's hard!”
The day bill came back to do the work, Ann made sure to wear tight shorts, and one of her thin tank tops, that show off her nipples. I was in and out of the house several times that day. His job took less than 6 hours to complete. That didn't stop her from flirting with him in the least. I had noticed him checking her out thoroughly with his eyes, I could tell he had an attraction to her, but Bill didn't seem to be picking up on her subtle flirtations.
As the day went on, Ann realized her small flirts weren't working. When she would make a comment, that most men would recognize as suggestive, they seemed to go right over Bill’s head. Ann was starting to become more bold, by touching him on the shoulder, or wherever, when she wanted to ask him a question. The physical touches were maintaining contact longer, as time went by. When Ann could see he would be finished soon, she couldn't resist making one last, directed effort.
Bill was standing on his ladder, starting a new strip of wallpaper at the top edge of the wall. His monster cock was about chin high to Ann when she walked up to him and placed one hand, casually on the inside of his thigh. She was just giving him a friendly little hello squeeze as she asked cheerfully, “Can I get you a soda or some water?”
He glanced down at her and said a polite, “No thank you, I'm almost finished.”
In that moment when Bill was looking down at her, Ann stared at the big lump in his jeans, and acted like she had just noticed it for the first time. Her face was about 8 inches from that anaconda when she said in a surprised voice,
“OH My God, That Thing is Huge!”
She continued to stare at Bill’s enormous bulge, as if she was amazed. Bill blushed and smiled at the same time. I could tell it was something he was quite proud of. He was clearly flattered by her comment, and a little embarrassed at the same time. The best he could do, was to stutter out a quiet, “Thank you.” Then he returned to what he had been doing. Not long after, Bill took his ladder and tools to his truck. Then he returned to pick up his pay.
When she gave Bill his money, he said, “Thank you, it was a pleasure working for you.”
Ann stared him directly in the eyes and said,
“Not nearly as much pleasure as it could have been.”
The tone of her voice, plus the way she was looking at him when she spoke those words, couldn't possibly be confusing to any man on earth.
He totally understood her message! I thought it sounded like an invitation to call her but he never did. Bill smiled and walked out the door.
Ann looked at me with her most disappointed face and said,
“I’ve never had a cock like that, I really wanted a chance to get him hard”
It would take another 3 years but she would get a second opportunity.
I was pretty certain, Ann wouldn’t let her next chance get away!
My next story will tell every detail of Bill’s return visit, and I can assure you, no one will be disappointed!
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