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My wife Joyce was a virgin when we married and I might as well have been one considering how little sexual experience I had. The novelty of sex itself kept us pretty occupied for the first couple of years. Most of our experimenting was along the lines of position changes - going from missionary to doggie style was a big thing for us. Thanksgiving dinner at my brother's house changed all that for us.
Thanksgiving dinner was a rotating family affair. One year my sister had the family over, then it was our turn and then the next year it was my brother Jeff's turn. Joyce's family was 1400 miles away so they didn't enter into the mix. Dinner at Jeff's was the same as dinner at everyone else's, depending on timing it was watch football and then eat dinner, eat and then watch football or watch football and eat at the same time. About halfway through the afternoon I began to notice that Joyce was a little on the nervous side. I also noticed that she was going to the bathroom almost once every hour and I started wondering if she was okay. After her fourth trip to the bathroom in as many hours I asked her if she was all right. She gave me an odd look, but said that she was fine.
It wasn't until we got home that night that I found out what had happened. Joyce had gone to use the bathroom and she noticed that there was a small magazine rack between the toilet and the vanity counter. She reached down and pulled out one of the magazines and started thumbing through it. It was a copy of Penthouse Letters and as she leafed through it she became curious and started reading some of the letters.
"You won't believe some of the stuff I read" and she took it out of her purse and handed it to me. She had kept on going back to the bathroom so she could read more of the magazine and she finally ended up sneaking into her purse and bringing it home with her. "Turn to page twelve" she said, I did and so began our journey toward sexual discovery.
I know it is going to sound like we were very naïve (and we were) but even though I ate Joyce's pussy a lot (she loved it) and she sucked my cock a lot (I loved it) we had never even thought of doing it at the same time. Page twelve changed that. The letters on page twelve and succeeding pages were all on oral sex and after reading the letters we tried sixty-nine for the very first time and we both loved it. The next night we tried something from another letter - I ate Joyce after I'd made love to her - my very first cream pie. There were plenty of other letters and we got hot reading them and then we fucked like horny teenagers.
The following Monday when I got home from work Joyce said, "Guess what I did today? I went out and got the new issue of Penthouse Letters and I sent in the little card to get a subscription."
From the point on PHL became our sexual road map. We would read the letters, get new ideas and then put them into practice. We tried anal sex for the first time and after the initial discomfort Joyce found that she loved it. We had sex in public places where the chance of getting discovered existed and we tried role-playing and had a lot of fun. But the letters that turned on Joyce the most were the ones where men watched their wives and the ones where a wife would have sex with a black man. I didn't really know how I felt about either of those two, but it didn't matter because they were only fantasies. It was obvious that the letters covering those subjects were Joyce's favorites because when she read them she became insatiable. For four or five days after reading an issue with either or both of those topics she couldn't keep her hands off of me. Just out of curiosity, one day I asked her if she ever planned on trying either of them for real.
"Don't be silly. The idea turns me on, but no way could I ever become that big of a slut."
A couple of years went by and, thanks to PHL and magazines like it, our sex life hummed right along. Even though Joyce and I never discussed her two favorite fantasies in detail, at least as far as actually doing them, we did act them out in the bedroom.
Because Joyce's family lived 1400 miles away we spent one week of vacation with them a year and we went to see them every other Christmas. It was summer vacation and we were on our way to visit them. We were headed east on I-70 and it was raining buckets. We saw a figure up ahead walking along the Interstate, shoulders hunched down against the driving rain, not even trying to thumb a ride. In this day and age hardly anyone will pick up a hitchhiker and whoever it was on the side of the road had probably given up trying. Normally I don't pick up hikers either, but it was raining hard and it was at least twenty-five miles to the next exit so I stopped and told him to get in the back.
He was a young black man and he said he was on his way to Hayes, Kansas when his car broke down. We were an hour and a half from Hayes so I told him I could take him all the way. He thanked me and then leaned back against the seat and closed his eyes. For the next ten minutes it was very quiet in the car except for the sound of the windshield wipers and tire noise. Joyce kept glancing into the back seat and then back at me. Finally she said, "He doesn't know us and we will never see him again" and before her words had a chance to register on me she turned and climbed over the seat into the back. I took my foot off the gas and was about to hit the brakes when Joyce said, "Please honey, just keep driving please?"
I looked in the rear view to see that she had already taken off her sweatshirt (she usually goes bra-less on trips) and had pulled the man's mouth to her tits. No way I can stop her now, I thought, at least not without doing major damage to our relationship. The possibility that her actions might just have done the damage was something I wouldn't know till it was over and we had a chance to talk. I wasn't too sure that I was going to be happy about what was taking place; when it was a fantasy it was one thing, but now?
I adjusted the rear view mirror so I could keep an eye on things and went back to driving. I kept glancing into the rear view and then back at the road so I missed a lot, but I saw enough to realize that what Joyce was doing was turning me on. The man had one of her tits in his mouth and he was squeezing the other one as Joyce's hands were busy trying to get his cock out of his pants. As soon as she had it free she started to jack him off. The man ran a hand down inside Joyce's sweatpants and she moaned as his fingers found her opening. For a couple of minutes she stroked his cock while he sucked her tits and finger fucked her and then she suddenly pulled away from him, pushed off her sweats and panties and straddled the man. I couldn't see from my angle, but I heard her sudden intake of breath when the man's cock split her pussy lips and went into her cunt. For the next ten or twelve miles all I could see was Joyce's back as she rode up and down on the black man's cock, but I could hear her as she moaned, "Yes, yes, oh yes, oh god yes, fuck me, fuck me."
Finally I heard the man gasp "I'm gonna cum lady, I'm gonna cum." I expected Joyce to get off of him and finish him by hand, but she stayed where she was and moaned, "Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me."
I hoped to god she had her diaphragm in because I know she hadn't put a rubber on him. Joyce climbed off the man and she looked into the mirror and into my eyes, "I'm sorry honey. I don't know what came over me, but all of a sudden I just had to do it."
There wasn't a whole lot I could say to that, but what I was going to say was, "Get back up here and take care of me now" because my cock was as hard as a rock. However, before I could say that I noticed her hand move over to the black man's limp dick and start to fondle it and after a minute or so it began to grow again. Between watching the road and watching the mirror I missed the transition, but all of a sudden she had her head in the man's lap, he had his hands on the back of her head and was fucking her Joyce's mouth. Another fifteen miles and I heard him say, "Here it comes, here it comes" and I saw him arch up and I knew that my wife had just taken a mouthful of cum. She kept her mouth on him and in another five miles it was hard enough again to suit her. She lay back on the seat, spread her legs and the man moved between them. For the next thirty miles I watched a black ass with white hands on it move up and down while Joyce moaned with pleasure and begged him not to stop. For the third time since we picked him up I heard him say he was going to cum and again I heard Joyce say, "Give it to me, give it to me." The man gave a grunt and fell forward on top of Joyce and she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him to her.
She was sitting next to the man, stroking his cock, as I rolled past the Hayes city limit sign.
"Where would you like me to let you off" I asked.
He grinned, "I've never in my life had a ride like this one and I would like to show my thanks. If you'll take me to my house I'll have you in for dinner. That way you won't have to stop at a restaurant."
I saw in the mirror that Joyce's hand had his cock erect again and I was all set to say no thanks when Joyce said, "We would like that, wouldn't we honey."
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