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06/04/2010
My Beautiful Lesbian Wife
Robert Gardner
Category: multiple partners, lesbian.
Debbie and I are a mature, happily married couple. We have both done well in our professional careers, retired early on our comfortable pensions, nurtured our children to satisfactory careers away from home and are now enjoying life alone in our comfortable house. Although mature, we both kept physically quit well and while not being exactly centerfold models, our bodies are reasonably shaped, if a bit plump with age. Our sex life is very happy. Our mutual attraction never wore off, and we enjoy rich and satisfying sex life with each other. We have had no extramarital affairs – at least not that I know of. We are both friends and lovers: We have sex two and sometimes three times a week and the mutual attraction is still strong enough to make us want each other at unlikely times, like over the morning coffee. This has happened more than once: Looking at each other over our coffee cups, we would feel the urge, shed our clothing on the run to the bedroom and have a quick fuck. With the house usually empty of outsiders, we sometimes would simply do it on the floor right by the breakfast table.
We love to fantasize during sex, describing our feeling of enjoyment of each others body and playing sex games like betting on how many thrusts will be needed for climaxing (the loser owes a hand job to the winner). We have been so pleased – and pleasured – by our sexual harmony, that we often talked during sex about inviting our friends to watch our love making and give them a verbal tutorial while doing it on the finer points of sexual enjoyment. Gradually the idea got hold of us and we found ourselves planning and rehearsing rather than fantasizing. Our target audience, discussed in the heat of frenzied sex, were our best friends Jack and Nellie, a couple our age whom we used to host in our house quit frequently for quiet evenings of wine, cheese and chat.
Jack and Nellie were old friends from school. An attractive couple, they were like us upper middle class and quit conservative. Even during the heat and abandon of sexual intercourse, with our genitals rhythmically meshing against each other and the semen gurgling up towards ejaculation, we would wonder how they might take the sight of us making love just in front of them. And than one day it just happened.
It was late in a Jack and Debbie social evening when the conversation turned to the latest sex scandal and from there to sex in general. Gradually we found ourselves becoming more intimate. Giggling, we hinted to each other about our sexual lives, becoming more and more explicit about the frequency of our sex, our favorite positions and even about the intensity of our orgasms. The conversation – perhaps egged on by a bit too much wine – became more and more titillating, and I felt a stirring in my loins. Right next to me, Debbie was flushing slightly and her eyes shone in the familiar light of lust. I touched her surreptitiously on her left breast, she "accidentally" brushed my crotch. Jack was telling a sexual anecdote when the blood rushed into my brain, my cock became painfully erect and Jacks voice starting fading away into an incoherent murmur. Here it was, our fantasy was about to come true. I swept Debbie to the floor, frantically freeing my gorged penis from my pants while she was kicking off her panties. Debbie quickly spread her beautiful legs wide and in a jiffy I was lying between them with my dick firmly thrust into her sopping wet vagina. From faraway I heard the surprised gasps of Jack and Nellie but I was beyond caring. All I wanted was to shove my dick deep into Debbie's pussy and work it in and out to sweet oblivion. Debbie too didn't care about making a show: Her shapely legs were wrapped around my torso while her hands were frantically messaging my buttocks, urging me deeper into her hot vagina. I don't think I managed more than a dozen strokes before Debbie's vagina started to rhythmically spasming, milking my gorged penis like a mechanical milking machine. My balls contracted, my vision blurred from the intense pleasure and the ecstatic sensation of the "sperm pipeline" – the indescribable feeling of the pulses of semen streaming down along my endlessly long penis into the hottest and wettest recesses of Debbie's vagina and spurting there in delicious release. Our sex is very loud, we speak, laugh, gasp, moan and shout our orgasms. Needless to say, we had a ball, not caring a bit about our friends and forgetting to go through our prepared and rehearsed verbal tutorial to our audience on the art of proper love making. We climaxed noisily and fell in a tangled heap of arms and legs to the floor, still half dressed on the upper parts of our bodies. .
When my climax subsided, Debbie's vagina stopped spasming and our awareness of the rest of the world was slowly returning, we noticed that our living room was empty. We thought that our impromptu live sex show had frightened our guests away, but this was not the case. Walking to our bedroom to wash and change cloths, we heard sighs and moans from one of the guest bedrooms. We went to investigate, and to our somewhat guilty delight we discovered that our 3D porno flick had the effect of a powerful aphrodisiac on our hapless friends. Far from running away, they were having a frenzied sex session of their own. Nellie, a rather petit woman, was leaning against the wall, fully naked, her legs opened wide, her head thrust back, her small but nicely shaped breasts standing erect and her mouth wide open in a rictus of sexual frenzy. Jack - himself a man of delicate physique – was fucking her standing up, fully dressed from his hips up but with his pants and shorts pulled down to his ankles. : His surprisingly long penis was shoving in and out of Nellie's hairless little pussy. Although fresh from a powerful orgasm, the sheer eroticity of the sight of our best friends having sex right in front of us causes a renewed stirring in my limp penis, which was slowly swelling up into full erection. I wanted to take Debbie by the hand, walk her to the bedroom, throw her on the bed and quick fuck her to relieve my renewed urge.
Things turned out surprising differentl. Apparently Jack had been too aroused by our sex show to properly control his coital pace and in no time he turned purple, emitted a growl and pumped his load into his wife's hungry pussy, after which he collapsed on the nearest bad. I was obvious that Nellie for far from satisfied. Her face was still flushed, her eyes still shone with unrequited lust and her breath came out in shuddering gasps. She looked down and my fast swelling dick and before I realized what was going through her mind she sprang at my like a tigress and pushed me down to the floor. She than climbed over me and resolutely lowered herself on my stiff penis, moaned with satisfaction and started to buck up and down with gusto. I heard Debbie shouting angrily and watched her trying to tear Nellie away from me but to no avail – Nellie was grasping my shoulders for dear life. As for me, here was I the loyal husband being raped in plain view of my own sexy wife. Yet whatever inhibition I had had about making out with other women was quickly melting away by the novelty and sheer sexuality of the situation. The close by odors of a strange woman in heat, the sensation of a new, unfamiliar vagina - somewhat tighter than Debbie's - softly grasping my gorged penis in its silky grip made me forget all inhibition and respond to Nellie's frantic bucking by raising my own hips and fucking her back, by fondling her cute little boobs and by finally forcing her head down and kissing her deeply while her vagina was starting to milk my penis in the most delightful way. The sexual pleasure took over, Debbie angry shouts faded into the far distance and before long I shot my second wad for the day and flooded Nellie's cute pussy with a powerful stream of hot semen. I vaguely remember Nellie climaxing on me and toppling over. I immediately sank into semi oblivion.
When I came to, there was a hush in the bedroom. I wondered why Debbie fell silent. I looked around and saw the reason to the quenching of Debbie's protests. Debbie was lying on the floor, nailed down by a tireless Nellie who was kissing her on her lips with her tongue evidently deep inside my wife's mouth. Nellie's hands was fondling Debbie's exposed breasts, while her other hand was busy between Debbie's legs, with one finger pussy fucking and the other rubbing her clit.
Debbie was making chocked sounds and trying to free herself from Nellie's grasp and tear Nellie's hand away from her pussy, but Nellie persisted and gradually my wife's squirming died out, her face became flushed, her eyes glazed, her breathing became rugged and she started to heave her bottom against Nellie's hand – in sort, she was evidently enjoying a sexual intercourse. When her breathing deepened into gasps and a moan of pleasure escaped her mouth, Nelly changed position: While continuing to fondle my wife's breasts, she moved her head down all the way to Debbie's crotch and starting sucking her pussy. My wife became more and more agitated, she moaned and gasped and heaved, her nipples swelled and her legs spread wider. Her hips heaved rhythmically faster and faster, she threw her beautiful head from side to side, her eyes became vacant and a she made incoherent noises. Right there before my eyes my wife, my loyal wife of many years, the mother of our children was having her first lesbian sexual experience with her best friend. Who could guess that Nellie was bi sexual? You could knock me down with a feather. I never suspected that my wife had a lesbian streak in her clit!
When Debbie orgasmed, I gently made her stand up and we silently left the room on somewhat shaky legs. After washing and changing cloths, we wordlessly saw our now fully clothed friends to the door. Strangely enough, I found the sight of my wife having sex with a woman quit appealing. It was beautiful; simply and indescribably beautiful I felt no anger, just some embarrassment. I said nothing, Debbie looked guiltily happy, and the evening was over.
But this was not the end of it, just the beginning. Being a pensioner, I own my time and return home whenever I feel like it. Next Wednesday I returned home quit early and was surprised to see Nellie's car parked by our house. I marched towards the bedroom to change into home attire when I heard giggles and heavy breathing coming from behind the closed door. Before I had a chance to go in my wife and Nellie burst out of the bedroom, both with flushed faces, disheveled cloths and shining eyes. Nellie pecked my wife on the cheek and breezed away. To my inquiring stare, my wife explained that she and Nellie "had fun". She did not elaborate.
This turned into a habit. At least once a week Nellie would visit my wife in the early afternoon and "have fun" with her. This did not diminish from our sex life – if anything, it made it more interesting. During sex, while thrusting my penis deeper into my wife's vagina I would visualize her being sucked by Nellie, her hips heaving up and down and her eyes clouded with mindless animal lust. This made me come even harder. Strange as it may seem, I liked the idea of my wife being fucked by another lady!
Eventually Jack and Nellie moved to another city, and the weekly visits ended. My wife was now hooked on lesbian sex. and admitted as much to me. I said I did not care as long as I we would continue to fuck regularly. I made only one condition: that whenever she could and by consent of her partner, she would tape her lesbian intercourses, and let me view it with her. Nowadays I get a phone call from my wife once in a while, informing me she would be out for the night and telling me where to find the cold cuts in the fridge. She would usually return early in the morning, eyes still shining and cheeks still flushed, and share her bedroom experience over breakfast. Sometimes she would describe her partner for the nigh - a statuesque redhead secretary, a fine boned bank manager – and some choice details like how many orgasms they had through the night. Sometimes this would made me horny enough to race her to the bedroom for a quick relieving fuck, which she would perform with enthusiasm opening her legs wide, urging my stiff cock into her still hot vagina and squeezing my buttocks to quicken my orgasm. But the best part of it is when she tapes the action. We installed a large TV screen in our bedroom, and my wife would screen the scenes of her lesbian experiences while making love to me. We would time our climax to her screaming orgasms, gasping and shouting together with her recorded yells of pleasure. There is nothing more sexual and more binding that to watch one's wife being sucked to orgasm by a good looking woman. Oh how I love my beautiful lesbian wife!
Robert Gardner
Category: multiple partners, lesbian.
Debbie and I are a mature, happily married couple. We have both done well in our professional careers, retired early on our comfortable pensions, nurtured our children to satisfactory careers away from home and are now enjoying life alone in our comfortable house. Although mature, we both kept physically quit well and while not being exactly centerfold models, our bodies are reasonably shaped, if a bit plump with age. Our sex life is very happy. Our mutual attraction never wore off, and we enjoy rich and satisfying sex life with each other. We have had no extramarital affairs – at least not that I know of. We are both friends and lovers: We have sex two and sometimes three times a week and the mutual attraction is still strong enough to make us want each other at unlikely times, like over the morning coffee. This has happened more than once: Looking at each other over our coffee cups, we would feel the urge, shed our clothing on the run to the bedroom and have a quick fuck. With the house usually empty of outsiders, we sometimes would simply do it on the floor right by the breakfast table.
We love to fantasize during sex, describing our feeling of enjoyment of each others body and playing sex games like betting on how many thrusts will be needed for climaxing (the loser owes a hand job to the winner). We have been so pleased – and pleasured – by our sexual harmony, that we often talked during sex about inviting our friends to watch our love making and give them a verbal tutorial while doing it on the finer points of sexual enjoyment. Gradually the idea got hold of us and we found ourselves planning and rehearsing rather than fantasizing. Our target audience, discussed in the heat of frenzied sex, were our best friends Jack and Nellie, a couple our age whom we used to host in our house quit frequently for quiet evenings of wine, cheese and chat.
Jack and Nellie were old friends from school. An attractive couple, they were like us upper middle class and quit conservative. Even during the heat and abandon of sexual intercourse, with our genitals rhythmically meshing against each other and the semen gurgling up towards ejaculation, we would wonder how they might take the sight of us making love just in front of them. And than one day it just happened.
It was late in a Jack and Debbie social evening when the conversation turned to the latest sex scandal and from there to sex in general. Gradually we found ourselves becoming more intimate. Giggling, we hinted to each other about our sexual lives, becoming more and more explicit about the frequency of our sex, our favorite positions and even about the intensity of our orgasms. The conversation – perhaps egged on by a bit too much wine – became more and more titillating, and I felt a stirring in my loins. Right next to me, Debbie was flushing slightly and her eyes shone in the familiar light of lust. I touched her surreptitiously on her left breast, she "accidentally" brushed my crotch. Jack was telling a sexual anecdote when the blood rushed into my brain, my cock became painfully erect and Jacks voice starting fading away into an incoherent murmur. Here it was, our fantasy was about to come true. I swept Debbie to the floor, frantically freeing my gorged penis from my pants while she was kicking off her panties. Debbie quickly spread her beautiful legs wide and in a jiffy I was lying between them with my dick firmly thrust into her sopping wet vagina. From faraway I heard the surprised gasps of Jack and Nellie but I was beyond caring. All I wanted was to shove my dick deep into Debbie's pussy and work it in and out to sweet oblivion. Debbie too didn't care about making a show: Her shapely legs were wrapped around my torso while her hands were frantically messaging my buttocks, urging me deeper into her hot vagina. I don't think I managed more than a dozen strokes before Debbie's vagina started to rhythmically spasming, milking my gorged penis like a mechanical milking machine. My balls contracted, my vision blurred from the intense pleasure and the ecstatic sensation of the "sperm pipeline" – the indescribable feeling of the pulses of semen streaming down along my endlessly long penis into the hottest and wettest recesses of Debbie's vagina and spurting there in delicious release. Our sex is very loud, we speak, laugh, gasp, moan and shout our orgasms. Needless to say, we had a ball, not caring a bit about our friends and forgetting to go through our prepared and rehearsed verbal tutorial to our audience on the art of proper love making. We climaxed noisily and fell in a tangled heap of arms and legs to the floor, still half dressed on the upper parts of our bodies. .
When my climax subsided, Debbie's vagina stopped spasming and our awareness of the rest of the world was slowly returning, we noticed that our living room was empty. We thought that our impromptu live sex show had frightened our guests away, but this was not the case. Walking to our bedroom to wash and change cloths, we heard sighs and moans from one of the guest bedrooms. We went to investigate, and to our somewhat guilty delight we discovered that our 3D porno flick had the effect of a powerful aphrodisiac on our hapless friends. Far from running away, they were having a frenzied sex session of their own. Nellie, a rather petit woman, was leaning against the wall, fully naked, her legs opened wide, her head thrust back, her small but nicely shaped breasts standing erect and her mouth wide open in a rictus of sexual frenzy. Jack - himself a man of delicate physique – was fucking her standing up, fully dressed from his hips up but with his pants and shorts pulled down to his ankles. : His surprisingly long penis was shoving in and out of Nellie's hairless little pussy. Although fresh from a powerful orgasm, the sheer eroticity of the sight of our best friends having sex right in front of us causes a renewed stirring in my limp penis, which was slowly swelling up into full erection. I wanted to take Debbie by the hand, walk her to the bedroom, throw her on the bed and quick fuck her to relieve my renewed urge.
Things turned out surprising differentl. Apparently Jack had been too aroused by our sex show to properly control his coital pace and in no time he turned purple, emitted a growl and pumped his load into his wife's hungry pussy, after which he collapsed on the nearest bad. I was obvious that Nellie for far from satisfied. Her face was still flushed, her eyes still shone with unrequited lust and her breath came out in shuddering gasps. She looked down and my fast swelling dick and before I realized what was going through her mind she sprang at my like a tigress and pushed me down to the floor. She than climbed over me and resolutely lowered herself on my stiff penis, moaned with satisfaction and started to buck up and down with gusto. I heard Debbie shouting angrily and watched her trying to tear Nellie away from me but to no avail – Nellie was grasping my shoulders for dear life. As for me, here was I the loyal husband being raped in plain view of my own sexy wife. Yet whatever inhibition I had had about making out with other women was quickly melting away by the novelty and sheer sexuality of the situation. The close by odors of a strange woman in heat, the sensation of a new, unfamiliar vagina - somewhat tighter than Debbie's - softly grasping my gorged penis in its silky grip made me forget all inhibition and respond to Nellie's frantic bucking by raising my own hips and fucking her back, by fondling her cute little boobs and by finally forcing her head down and kissing her deeply while her vagina was starting to milk my penis in the most delightful way. The sexual pleasure took over, Debbie angry shouts faded into the far distance and before long I shot my second wad for the day and flooded Nellie's cute pussy with a powerful stream of hot semen. I vaguely remember Nellie climaxing on me and toppling over. I immediately sank into semi oblivion.
When I came to, there was a hush in the bedroom. I wondered why Debbie fell silent. I looked around and saw the reason to the quenching of Debbie's protests. Debbie was lying on the floor, nailed down by a tireless Nellie who was kissing her on her lips with her tongue evidently deep inside my wife's mouth. Nellie's hands was fondling Debbie's exposed breasts, while her other hand was busy between Debbie's legs, with one finger pussy fucking and the other rubbing her clit.
Debbie was making chocked sounds and trying to free herself from Nellie's grasp and tear Nellie's hand away from her pussy, but Nellie persisted and gradually my wife's squirming died out, her face became flushed, her eyes glazed, her breathing became rugged and she started to heave her bottom against Nellie's hand – in sort, she was evidently enjoying a sexual intercourse. When her breathing deepened into gasps and a moan of pleasure escaped her mouth, Nelly changed position: While continuing to fondle my wife's breasts, she moved her head down all the way to Debbie's crotch and starting sucking her pussy. My wife became more and more agitated, she moaned and gasped and heaved, her nipples swelled and her legs spread wider. Her hips heaved rhythmically faster and faster, she threw her beautiful head from side to side, her eyes became vacant and a she made incoherent noises. Right there before my eyes my wife, my loyal wife of many years, the mother of our children was having her first lesbian sexual experience with her best friend. Who could guess that Nellie was bi sexual? You could knock me down with a feather. I never suspected that my wife had a lesbian streak in her clit!
When Debbie orgasmed, I gently made her stand up and we silently left the room on somewhat shaky legs. After washing and changing cloths, we wordlessly saw our now fully clothed friends to the door. Strangely enough, I found the sight of my wife having sex with a woman quit appealing. It was beautiful; simply and indescribably beautiful I felt no anger, just some embarrassment. I said nothing, Debbie looked guiltily happy, and the evening was over.
But this was not the end of it, just the beginning. Being a pensioner, I own my time and return home whenever I feel like it. Next Wednesday I returned home quit early and was surprised to see Nellie's car parked by our house. I marched towards the bedroom to change into home attire when I heard giggles and heavy breathing coming from behind the closed door. Before I had a chance to go in my wife and Nellie burst out of the bedroom, both with flushed faces, disheveled cloths and shining eyes. Nellie pecked my wife on the cheek and breezed away. To my inquiring stare, my wife explained that she and Nellie "had fun". She did not elaborate.
This turned into a habit. At least once a week Nellie would visit my wife in the early afternoon and "have fun" with her. This did not diminish from our sex life – if anything, it made it more interesting. During sex, while thrusting my penis deeper into my wife's vagina I would visualize her being sucked by Nellie, her hips heaving up and down and her eyes clouded with mindless animal lust. This made me come even harder. Strange as it may seem, I liked the idea of my wife being fucked by another lady!
Eventually Jack and Nellie moved to another city, and the weekly visits ended. My wife was now hooked on lesbian sex. and admitted as much to me. I said I did not care as long as I we would continue to fuck regularly. I made only one condition: that whenever she could and by consent of her partner, she would tape her lesbian intercourses, and let me view it with her. Nowadays I get a phone call from my wife once in a while, informing me she would be out for the night and telling me where to find the cold cuts in the fridge. She would usually return early in the morning, eyes still shining and cheeks still flushed, and share her bedroom experience over breakfast. Sometimes she would describe her partner for the nigh - a statuesque redhead secretary, a fine boned bank manager – and some choice details like how many orgasms they had through the night. Sometimes this would made me horny enough to race her to the bedroom for a quick relieving fuck, which she would perform with enthusiasm opening her legs wide, urging my stiff cock into her still hot vagina and squeezing my buttocks to quicken my orgasm. But the best part of it is when she tapes the action. We installed a large TV screen in our bedroom, and my wife would screen the scenes of her lesbian experiences while making love to me. We would time our climax to her screaming orgasms, gasping and shouting together with her recorded yells of pleasure. There is nothing more sexual and more binding that to watch one's wife being sucked to orgasm by a good looking woman. Oh how I love my beautiful lesbian wife!
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Robert Gardner
