LETTING LUCY OUT ALONE
Well, this is a difficult one, isn’t it?
There’s been so much going on, and it’s all so different. We agreed a while ago that even going out clubbing and picking up random guys was getting a bit samey. I expect Lucy’s mentioned this, but we tried all kinds of variations on that theme. We let her choose, me choose, some of you choose, we picked a random number like 7, and then she had to fuck the seventh guy who approached her, even if he was only asking for directions.
After that we moved on to uglies, and at first she chose, but she was a bit rubbish at that, so I chose, and I was very good. I picked some proper ugly old gits, I can tell you, and I can also tell you that it’s fantastic watching her go from very genuine reluctance to very genuine arousal, and some of the orgasms she had while some smelly old layabout was fucking her as fast as he could in case she changed her mind were mind-blowing for her and outstanding to watch. It’s a bit like rape, I suppose, and there are few men alive who haven’t got hard thinking about that. Most women get wet over it too, if they’re honest.
But even that wears off, after a while, though we still do it occasionally, because it’s still one of the best for me. Just gets harder and harder to find one that’s so old and warty she’ll really want to say no. We don’t have a code word for that, by the way. We agreed, I keep her safe, and after that, anything goes, or what’s the point?
We tried going back for more after she’d been fucked once, and that was god. Two different guys in the space of a couple of hours is good. So then we tried fucking everyone who asked, and that was pretty wild too, except you run out of time doing it one by one, and I think the most we ever managed a separate events in one night was five. But it was a long haul, and we haven’t done it much since.
So we looked for ways to make it different, and agreed that she’s go outside alone the next time. Just unfortunate it was the stag party and all of them wanted to go outside. So I let them. As I’m sure Lucy has said, guys are very different when they’re not being watched by the hubby, and so it was a brilliant experience, made much more brilliant by the extra 10 guys who followed the groom out to the bus. And how great was it for me talking to them all afterwards, or better, listening to them talk to each other.
They’re a bit reluctant to go into detail at first, understandably. It’s not often you fuck a man’s wife and then tell him about it afterwards and it takes a bit of getting used to. A lot of them never do, and a couple were so uncomfortable that they didn’t hang around to do it again.
The ones who did talk were all much of a muchness, she’s very rude, she loves it, does she ever get enough cock? How good does that feel, one said to his mate, and the other one said something like she’d been fucked half a dozen times when I had her and she’s still loving it!
Just then one came back and another took his place, and they all asked him how it was. Still going for it, is she? they asked, and he said it’s like she never gets it at all, and then looked at me rather guiltily, till I laughed and reassured him that she gets it all the time. Bloody hell, he said, she loves it, doesn’t she? and I had to agree that she does, and that like a typical girl, the more she gets the more she wants. There was a lad hurrying back to us then, and I think he was the ninth who’d been to see Lucy in the bus, and he was talking before they asked him a question. Unbelievable. Still as tight as a virgin after all that cock, he said, grinning all over his face as number ten did his best to stroll casually round the corner.
She still wants it bad, he said when he came back, and I sent the eleventh and last one on his way as a few of them looked at me apprehensively. I almost made them ask me themselves, but then I took pity and decided to make it easy for them and said ‘it’s rude to desert a lady in distress, don’t you think?’, to no-one in particular, like I was thinking out loud.
There was a lot of nodding and shuffling, but no-one volunteered, so I turned to the groom and said ‘it’s your party. Why don’t you go and ask her if she’s had enough yet?’ and he looked incredulous. But she’s your, your… he couldn’t say it. ‘Yes. I know. But you can ask her for me’, and I gave him a little push to set him on his way. He was gone a long time. In fact they were all away a lot longer the second time, of course, and I knew Lucy would be pleased about that.
Still loving it as much?, the others asked when he got back, and he said More. She’s getting worse. He looked at me and shook his head. Top marks feller, he said, I don’t know how you cope. ‘With a lot of help’, I laughed. Then we got on to the subject of don’t I mind, as always, which passed the time, until one came back and started describing the blow-job Lucy had just given him, which probably made me harder than the others even though I’ve experienced it and seen it many times. Probably the same number of times for each, now I come to think of it. Have to do the maths on that.
But he suddenly realised I was listening carefully to the details and paused, looking a bit worried. ‘Don’t mind me’, I encouraged, ‘I’m loving it too’, so he carried on describing how soft an wet her mouth was, like another pussy, which is very true, now he’s said it, and one of the best descriptions of Lucy’s blow-jobs I’ve heard. And she could take it all in, he said, sucked my balls, and... he looked at me and I smiled more encouragement, so he said very quickly, she made me cum in her mouth, held me in and swallowed it all.
Fucking hell said the one who I guessed from all the jokey remarks had the biggest cock, can I go next? and I we both realised he was asking me if he could jump the queue of people waiting to fuck my wife. It embarrassed him for sure, but it made me amazingly hard. ‘From what I’ve heard about that’ I replied, pointing at his trousers, ‘I think she’d rather you fucked her properly with it’ and his mouth gaped open. Jesus man, you’re amazing, he said, and was next to walk round the corner, where I gather he did as requested.
As we reached the last in line, so to speak, and Lucy was apparently still demanding to be fucked, according to number eight, sorry, pal, he said, but she’s still asking for more cock, so I said I’d check and see how she was. Naked, dishevelled, smeared with cum and her own juice, dribbling little pearls from those soft pink lips, all puffy and spread apart after eleven lads had put their cocks in her, nine of them twice. Almost filled my pants looking at her. I love that freshly-fucked look of hers. Middle-class mum to spunk-splattered slut in a couple of hours. Aren’t women grand?
She was teasing herself with a fingertip, wiggling her lips apart and scooping little drips of cum with the nail, holding it up in the light from the streetlamps and watching it slowly slide of and plop down between her legs to the floor. ‘I was going to ask if you were ready to go home now’ I said, ‘but I can see you haven’t finished yet.’ She smiled, that wide-eyed, fuck-me smile that makes cocks hard everywhere she goes, mostly because you can tell she isn’t joking. She means it. ‘Are there any more?’ she asked, and I said no she’d had them all twice, but most of them were ready again. ‘Thank God for that’, she said, perfectly seriously, ‘I’m ready for a lot of cock.’ Two fingers slid inside as she said that and she began to rock her hips as she fucked herself gently with them. ‘Really, I want a lot of cock. I want fucking, Rog’, she said, ’send me some more boys and tell them to fuck me hard.’
I left her like that and walked back to the bar with some difficulty. I think they probably guessed by my smile, but the Best Man asked anyway, does she want me to go back then?, a brave question seeing it was my wife he was asking about. Made me hard all over again, and I didn’t have the heart to tell him that she wanted all of them, and didn’t care who was first, next or fifth as long as she got fucked. Because he’d had the balls to ask, I told him she was still gagging for it – I really LOVE saying that to other guys – and would he please oblige, and he was off like a shot.
Only three more were strong enough for a third go. No, man, she’s worn me out, one of them said, as he went in for a drink, and we waited much longer for each one to come back, so it was definitely all over when they were all four finished the third time.
It was great for both of us, but because of the numbers it wasn’t quite what we’d envisaged for the new experience of Lucy going off alone. That’s why we agreed to do it again, and that’s why I gave her my blessing to have Marco. She’s been desperate to get that thing out in the open for months, and has come many times telling me how much she wants o try it in her mouth and feel it in her pussy. We often have those kinds of conversation while fucking, and it usually makes both of us cum quite fast, but this always woks pretty much instantly for Lucy just because it’s so huge. I’ve seen it, looking over his shoulder in the Gents, and it wasn’t difficult, because he has to stand well back. Lucy drenched her knickers when I told her that, and I know she did because I had a little feel around under the table when she said ‘that’s just made me unbelievably wet, Rog, feel how wet I am.’ How can a gentleman refuse?
I loved hearing about the back seat fuck, especially because I was a long way from home. That made it double-scary for Luce, and double exciting too, but when she said it was so big that once wasn’t really enough, and could she please fuck him again, I came all over the wall, and I still had to go and find a hooker afterwards (something else we agreed) to get rid of the pressure. I love it when the soccer-mum gets pushed aside and the horny bitch takes over.
So there’s a lot to look forward to when I get back, what with seeing her fucked senseless by an eleven-inch monster, setting up secret filming when she lets Peter have his way with her. (That’s Mr Blackmail, btw, Peter.) I always thought he was an okay chap but it just goes to show. Penalty of an attractive wife I guess. People are always trying to fuck her, even your mates. If only they knew how many OTHER people she fucks they’d probably try even harder.
WATCHING STRANGE GUYS FUCK YOUR WIFE
As promised – and a lot sooner than either of us expected – here’s the update on talkers – the guys who make the most noise when we meet.
I reckon there are three types of talker that we’ve met so far, and broadly speaking they either talk to themselves, talk to Lucy, or talk to me – or at least talk for my benefit.
The first lot are the most common and understandable. They’re you or me just having a shag, really, and they go from moaning and murmuring to yeah and ah and ooh, like you do. Some are quite loud, and there was one who shouted so loud in a hotel room as he was cumming that I thought he’d create a panic. We did have a phone call from reception once, on a different occasion, because people walking past our room thought Lucy was being murdered…
The second group, the ones talking to Lucy, are fairly predictable, lots of do you like it like that, how does it feel? and do you want it all? or are you ready for the rest?, all fairly normal stuff I suppose, and quite useful, because, gives me a clue about what’s happening sometimes when I can’t see. Like when they’re in the back seat of the car, or even naked and he’s on top of her and you can’t see what’s happening in the dark deep between their bodies, where all the interesting stuff occurs. It gets better when they start commenting about how hot or wet or tight or just good her pussy feels. She thinks a lot of them are just putting it on – or they’ve seen too many porn movies – but I like to know these things, so I enjoy it.
And some of them ask her questions about what it’s like, which is even better and is fringing on becoming the third kind of talker and show-off, and my favourite.
They’re the ones who get her to tell ME what it feels like in her hand or mouth and sliding into her pussy, and they like detail in the answer, which is handy, because so do I. Some like to tell me that themselves, look at her opening her legs as wide as she can for it, look at her chasing it round the bed with her pussy – which she does do quite a lot, to be fair, and you can tell by the look on her face how much she wants it, or how much she likes it once it’s in.
Some like to make her ask for it, or better still beg for cock or cum, some make her ask me to say she can have it or tell him to give it to her. I like all those. As I’ve said on here before lots of times, no matter how often you’ve heard it before, and no matter how similar it may be to what you’ve heard before, it’s amazingly horny listening to your wife ask another man for his cock, hornier still when she’s asking for his cum in her mouth or pussy, and double or treble all that when you know she means it. She’s not much of an actress, Lucy, and if they ask her to say something silly – pretending to be a virgin or something stupid, which does happen – she just can’t do it. So when she says please put it in me now, that’s because she wants it in her. Which is fantastic really.
They also do a lot about how much she likes/wants/needs his cock, and how much better it is than anything she’s had before, and this group as a whole are usually the most flamboyant of the show-offs.
There’s three types of those as well, and it follows the same kind of pattern really. The first lot are joe normal, you and me having a threesome, making sure her hubby has a good view of his wife getting fucked by another man’s cock. I think we can all relate to that. But it’s a good thing to watch, especially if your wife is enjoying it, and Lucy usually is. In fact, although I’ve seen her with men she doesn’t like, doesn’t fancy – that’s a different thing btw – and with men she really dislikes for whatever reason, she still gets off on being fucked just as much as if it was Brad Pitt, maybe more so.
The second group are a bit more ostentatious, and always have big cocks. You need to, in order to feel good about waving it around in front of a woman so that she can see and admire it and her hubby can see she likes the look of it and wants it in her. I think that most of them do this to show me its size and the effect it has on her rather than to make her want it any more, and we’re sort of heading towards the third group now because I think this group tend to get at least as much pleasure from showing hubby how much his wife wants their huge cock as they do from the actual fuck.
That’s kind of backed up by the WAY they fuck her, deliberately choosing positions that show it off going in and out of her pussy, and they’ll break off from a good hard missionary shag just when Lucy’s getting off into it, solely in order to swap into a position that shows the cock/pussy thing off better. She can get very frustrated by that, which has the accidental effect of making her seem like a sex-crazed nympho, and they think they’re doing a brilliant job, but actually it’s a crap one. Or maybe it’s not, because it drives her wild, which is the name of the game, and it’s horny to watch her go cock-crazy when the guy appears to be teasing her with it.
The third type are into teasing in a big way, and almost anything can happen with them. A lot like her to display herself to them first – they want her to sit with her legs apart, they make her strip slowly, and pause to show what she looks like with the most recent garment removed. Got to admit that’s horny – the slow reveal makes everyone impatient – and what woman doesn’t look good in heels, stockings and knickers? And finally without, just holdups and heels
They will do all sorts of variations on the same theme next, making her sit in a chair with her legs wide apart and then and play, spreading her pussy, slipping her fingers in, making herself cum. All of which she does brilliantly, because she’s a natural-born exhibitionist and just loves people watching her doing sexual things, either alone or with someone else.
There have been a few who have wanted to take pictures of her like that – just sort of copying Playboy, really, only much naughtier – and she loves that to the power of ten. As always, if she’s enjoying something, you can tell, and everyone else likes it all the more. Especially me. Watching her with her legs apart, fingering herself and deliberately showing her pussy to a strange man, making him want it, and really trying hard, meaning it – unbelievable.
She’s done that sort of thing in swinger clubs loads of times, often with ten or fifteen people watching, and that’s so different, so impersonal. She gets wet and excited, but it’s more a look-at-me-behaving-badly-in-public sort of thing, which I do like, I must say, but when it’s a small room with one guy – or two or three – and she’s showing them what they’re going to get, making them want it – that’s very personal and very very horny.
We’ve had guys who like hubby to join in a lot more at this point, and like me to touch her, feel how wet she is – very, always, as you probably know, but she does get very runny doing this sort of thing, and I always know she’s at full pitch when she describes herself as dripping.
A few like me to undress her for them, as a variation on the stripping theme. They like the idea of a husband getting his wife naked for them, and if that gives them a bigger thrill, so much the better. I can see where they’re coming from, to be fair, and it gives me a bigger thrill as well. Taking your wife’s knickers off so another man can fuck her has got a certain amount of horn going for it, and I think a lot of guys can appreciate that. Lucy likes it sometimes too, and sometimes she likes to be left alone to show herself off. That’s why we always let the other guy choose what he wants – we like it all, and that way there’s always variety, never gets stale and repetitive.
If we hadn’t for example, we would never have found out how much fun it is to go one step further, and for me to offer her, and hold her for another man. A huge big rugby type introduced us to that one. He loved it, even though he could have picked her up with one hand and didn’t need her holding down. So it wasn’t the restraint thing he was into, but the offer from hubby. He got me to undress her, everything except the predictable stockings and heels, and the hold her arms from behind while he stroked her boobs and nibbled them. Then I had to get a leg between hers and force them apart – well not force, but prevent her from closing them – so he could finger her and she couldn’t stop him because I wouldn’t let her. Then I had to get her in a face-to-face bearhug and do the leg thing again so she couldn’t stop him taking her from behind, again because I wouldn’t let her. It was a lot hornier than it sounds, and I really liked it. Lucy loved it – drippingly – and so did he. There was spunk everywhere in no time at all, which I have to say Lucy liked a whole lot more than I did. Anyway, since then we’ve found a few guys who are into that, and it makes a very horny change from normal.
A few guys like to stand around and make Lucy undress She likes doing that – unwrapping presents, she says, and though it doesn’t do a lot for me, I’m quite happy to watch because I can see it making her excited. When she’s got a fit young guy standing in front of her with a big lump in his Calvins, she does like to savour the moment, looking at the package very carefully, then feeling and squeezing. She loves the feel of a gig cock all swollen and trapped inside a pair of pants, especially when she knows she’ll be getting it out any moment.
And watching her do that is quite – no, VERY – horny. If there’s a slit she sometimes goes in through there, but sometimes she prefers a hand down the waistband, so she can feel around and see what she’s got. Her face goes from anticipation to a slutty greed when she gets hold of it properly, and when it pops out into the open it’s a look of wonder and want all at once. She’s constantly pleased and fascinated by cocks and she’ll play with them for hours. And of course she loves sucking the, but that’s another story.
WATCHING LUCY
A couple of people just lately have mentioned to Lucy that they’ve enjoyed reading my blog because it’s nice (and horny) to have hubby-eye view. And of course I do actually SEE almost everything.
That’s important to me. Slutty behaviour is at its best and most exciting when i can see it happening. It’s quite nixce when madame comes home with hot pants and a wet pussy and tells me why, and I’m not saying I don’t enjoy the fuck that follows, because that would be a lie!
But watching is the best bit, whether it’s in a club when she’s kissing and groping, or in a hotel room when she’s flat on her back being shagged silly (a fave expression of hers, when she’s losing the plot, and I’ve lost count of the times I’ve heard her say ‘come on and fuck me silly’ to some random bloke. They usually do their best, I must admit.)
She says a lot of other stuff as well, and it’s all good for me – exciting, and a great way of telling just how far down the road she is. Lucy definitely has two different levels. The first one is what you’d expect – I see it all the time and I bet you do tyoo, with your wife, girlfriend or significant other. She starts quietly and gets noisier, and the more she’s liking it and getting off on it the more she talks and shouts. I like that, love the things she says (tell you in a mo) and of course the things she does and has done to her.
But if the guy goes at that long enough (and especially when he has a big cock or there’s more than one of them) she reaches the second level, where she stops talking and all she can do is gasp and yell and moan, and keep on fucking. In that state she can fuck for hours, and she starts cumming over and over until I can’t tell where one finishes and the next one starts and – so she says – neither can she.
Best of all, she can’t tell when one guy stops and the next one starts, and she doesn’t really care as long as she’s being fucked by a hard cock. Take it away, like if a chap wants to pause for a moment and stop himself from cumming, or if two of them are changing places, and her body still goes on fucking air, thrashing about searching for the cock. It’s hard to describe, but you’ve probably seen other women doing it in home-made movies on the net. You never see it in the pro ones, because they’re not real.
Amazing to watch, anyway, especially when it’s your wife and someone else’s cock she’d desperate for. It’s an oddd thing to find arousing, I know, but I always have. Maybe because of the way I grew up. When I was a teenager, the pill had just been invented, the mini-skirt ruled, and girls were suddenly prepared to do things they never had before. But when you were 18 and living at home still, you didn’t have many opportnities for private time, so any time there was an empty house with parents away, even for a few hours, we’d be right there, play a little music and shag our girlfriends – often in the same room.
So I was accustomed to seeing my mates at play, so to speak, and saw lots of people shagging lots of pretty girls. And of course lots of them watched me with my girlfriend of the moment. So we saw all kinds of things, and sometimes did all kinds of things. In that kind of atmosphere it diodn’t seem strange to swap partners, and some girls were more open to that than others of course. One or two suggested it first, but they were a rarity.
So I grew up sharing girlfriends. I’ve lain under a pile of coats at a party when the light have gone down and shagged my girlfriend, and let her turn her back to my mate who was alone on the other side with no girlfriend other than his trusty right hand, and let him shag her as well. No condoms, no aids, almost no STD at all. We used to call it VD in those days, btw.
So perhaps that’s where I laid the foundations of all this, and of course it’s carried on all through life. I have to say that my experience is that – once you give them the confidence to believe that it’s not some kind of evil trick – 90 per cent of girls revel in the freedom to have as much sex as their boyfriend/partner will allow.
So Lucy isn’t the first girl I’ve swapped with.
Some are better at it than others. I had one girl who really would do anything. Anything. She had a thing about black guys as well, and I caught that from her, I think, and added to the list of games to play with other swapping girlfriends.
One was natural exhibitionist, and would wear as little as possible all the time – short skirts, see-through dresses, skin-tight read-my-lips lycra shorts, you name it. She was an uncontrollable flasher, but a little too indiscrimating for my taste and when she embarked on a solo mission to fuck eveyone on the planet without mentioning it to me we more or less parted company on the spot.
But funnily enough, she never did like the actual fuck as much as some of the others, and I’ve never seen anyone who likes it as much as Lucy.
Anyway, I watch it all as carefully as I can in case each occasion turns out to be the last, for some reason, and of course the video camera and the digital stills camera changed life completely because it gives you the chance to go back and see it all again – the things you might have missed or forgot about. Strangely, we’re doing that less these days. Everyone’s got a high-quality camera on their mobile phone these days, and if I start taking pictures they can’t see a reason why they shouldn’t. It’s a hard argument to win, and a tricky one to police, especially when there’s several guys, so in general we don’t take pics or video any more, unless we meet someone by arrangement, and it’s part of the deal.
A lot of the time it’s not easy to see anyway. When she’s dancing with a guy I can see if he puts his hand up her skirt, and that’s horny because I know he’s got his fingers in her pants, and I can see when she’s stroking his cock, and I can see when she’s ghot a hand inside his trousers, but I can’t actually SEE her hand on his cock, or see his fingers in her pussy.
Doesn’t really matter, because they’re doing it in public and doing it in front of me, so the situation is horny and that adds to the excitement and makes up for what you can’t actually see.
Same in cars – it’s not easy to see from the front seat EXACTLY what’s going on in the back. If a bloke is lying on top of Lucy and his arse is going up and down and they’re both making all the right noises, then I pretty much know she’s getting fucked, even if I can’t actually see it happening.
But I do like to see it.
Of course you get to see a bit more of the foreplay in the car, or next to it, come to that, and I like to make sure i don’t miss anything because it’s all horny. That’s another reason I think white knickers are unbeatable. Visible from a distance, yes, but close up, when it comes to that first touch between the legs, you can see his fingers on her very clearly, on the front and when they dip down between her legs – you can see him spread her through the (very wet) material. And it’s a fantastic view.
Of course hotel rooms are best for that sort of thing – there’s llighs, for a start, and she’s likely to be on her back with her legs wide apart, so I can see all of that happening. And when his cock slides in for the first time, a definite high point. After that, it’s all good, until he cums, and occasionally you get a good view of that, either because it all comes dribbling out as he continues to pump away while he’s spurting, or because the guy’s a bit of a showman, and makes sure that I don’t miss seeing him spunk in my wife, doing it slowly and usually with just the head of his cock inside her.
You always know when you’ve got one like that, because he does it right from the start, and makes sure I’m watching when he touches her, keeping his body away so as not to ob struct the view when he finger-fucks her, lifting her hair out of the way so I can see her sucking him. And he does a lot of dooggy fucking, because he knows I’ll get a good view of him plunnging in and out, and he’ll often turn her on her side to face me and fuck her from behind, so I can again watch his cock going in and out of her pussy, and I can see her face as well, while she’s being fucked. I can also see his face, and he’s almost always watching me, to see if he can read my feelings from my expression. Fucking a woman is nowhere near as exciting for him as fucking a wife, and he likes it best of all when hubby’s watching him do it. I like that. I like to see and I like a guy who gets off on the whole husband-wife-random stranger thing.
They’re talkers as well, but I’m going to do a Lucy and stop halfway through, leave the talking for later.
ROGER’S DIARY OF A (FAIRLY) NORMAL SATURDAY
We decided not long ago to keep a sort of diary of a good night out, which meant I had keep a diary, because I’m the one with both hands free most of the time. Madam’s always holding something that isn’t a pen…
She’s done her memoir of this particular Saturday, and now it’s my turn, though I think mine will be rather less exciting than Lucy’s Still, you never know….
02.00am
Our Saturday started early when Lucy got in from her night out with the girls. I always know when she’s been having fun because she’s a bit noisy with keys and doors and whatever, and jumps quite vigorously into bed, to make sure I wake up.
That way I share some of her excitement, and both get a good shag.
She keeps her knickers on, because she knows the effect wet knickers have on me. This morning is no exception – they’re soaked, she’s all puffed-up and swollen open, she’s obviously been finger-fucked quite recently and she can’t wait for a proper fuck. Neither can I. She feels all hot and silky going in, and whoever he was has got her very wet and very excited. Me too now, and I don’t do much in the way of finesse, just bang in and out hard and fast, listening to her gasping and oooooh-aaaahing, knowing it’s some other man’s cock she’s feeling.
This is what she’d be like with him, I always think, and its times like this that I get to find out what other men experience when they fuck my wife. That thought is far to much to contain, and suddenly it’s all over for both of us.
06.00am
Bloody hell, she’s at it already, fingers busy inside her pussy. I’ve woken up too late, just hearing her gasp and feeling the bed tremble as she cums. I wonder who it was inside her. Not me, that’s for sure.
7.30am
Lucy brings me tea, and dips her head under the covers, taking my cock in her mouth. It’s full of warm tea, and feels amazing. She drinks the tea and her hot mouth and lips feel even better. She’s brilliant at this, soft and gentle, then hard and fast at exactly the right moment, sucking, licking like a lollipop, then sucking again. Greedily she can’t let it go all the way but has to climb on and get a cock in her pussy. Its tight and warm, softly clinging and slithering, like fucking a jar full of warm strawberry jam. She’s loving it, grinding back and forwards, rubbing her clit against my shaft until I cum.
10.00am
We shower together. Lucy trims and shaves me, and I do a bit of shaping for her, but she does all the delicate bits far better and faster than I could. So I just work up a good lather with the soap, and rub in a big, big handful of moisturising cream. She goes shopping with her pussy glistening, all puffed up and ready for action. She’ll be trouble for someone this afternoon.
11.00am
A couple of hours editing some Lucypix, perhaps even a look through the videos, searching for inspiration.
1.00pm
Skip lunch myself, feed the kids, and then get them ready for an overnight with Granny so we have the house to ourselves. Not that we ever bring anyone home – I don’t want people knowing where we live and becoming a nuisance of frightening the neighbours – but it’s nice when we come home not to have to creep about for fear of waking babysitting grandparents and get caught re-living the high points of the evening with Lucy bent over the kitchen table or some such.
4.45pm
Kids deposited, grandparents happy, Lucy is already back from the shops when I get in. She’s been showing her knickers all over the Trafford centre. Knew she would. Starts me thinking about tonight. Not so much the where and when but the rules of engagement, so to speak. Sometimes we have no rules – Lucy calls them our ’suck it and see’ evenings, which always makes her think she’s a comedienne. Sometimes we have games to play set by people she’s been chatting to during the week, sometimes we have a special task to perform, like shagging someone in the band at one of the live music bars, whatever. We’ve been through a long period of doing some quite extreme things, progressing from me choosing her an ugly to her not saying no to anyone, no matter who. We’ve done the one where we can’t change location until she’s been groped, not going home until she’s shagged at least three guys, all kinds of stuff. Talking it over, I watch er squirming around. When Lucy gets hot pants it’s that literal – she soaks them, and she can’t sit still until she gets something in them. I can see she’s reached that point now, and I can tell by the look on her face, tongue just sticking out, eyes bright and wide, that not saying no appeals to her mood. That’s settled then. I always like that one, even though it’s been quite risky on odd occasions. Very odd, but that’s another blog.
6.15 pm
She’s in the shower again. She says she needs to shave the legs and the pussy again. I think she’s been at the toybox all afternoon and wants a wash. She doesn’t blush when accused, but that throaty giggle is better than a written confession.
7.00 pm
I love watching her get ready. The transformation from a limp-haired shower-fresh girl to a fully-dressed and made-up woman is hugely erotic. Especially when I know she’s choosing underwear for other men to see and touch, and I know she’s imagining what their fingers will feel like when they stroke the sheer wet Lycra covering her open lips, and wondering what her soft parting will feel like to them… I know I am, and it makes me uncomfortably stiff.
7.30
The black dress is a good choice. It was expensive, and looks it. The white Calvins are soft and see-through, especially after they’ve been modified with a very sharp pair of scissors, the gusset sliced out so they’re as transparent as a wet tissue.
8.00pm
I’ve called a taxi and we’ll go straight to the first bar. Lucy is wriggling in her seat and I know she’s leaving hot smears on the leather. She always pulls her skirt up when she’s aroused and got a leather seat to squirm on. She likes the feel of the cold leather on her thighs and her pussy, the rudeness of being almost naked in a taxi. She looks good, and I think we’ll be busy later. I know we will if she’s got anything to do with it. I’ve been out with her loads of times when she’s gagging, and I know the signs. When she starts fucking the back seat of a cab on her way TO the clubs, she’s got very hot pants indeed.
8.25pm
The bar is rammed, and though a good half of the clientele are pretty young girls in skimpy summer outfits, I think Lucy will do well in here. Especially when she finds a seat that faces most of the room, and opens her legs, starting the knicker-show before she’s finished her second drink of the evening. Said she was hot to trot and she’s not wasting any time.
8.50pm
She’s getting lots of attention, but I think I may be putting some of them off; I’ll get a drink in and leave her alone, see if they get braver.
8.55pm
That worked a treat. I came back to an empty seat, and spot Lucy writhing against a good-looking young lad, hardly 21, I should say, and looking quite surprised as she rubs and grinds her pussy against his groin, up and down his thigh.
9.00pm
That didn’t last long. Lucy says he was never going to do anything interesting so she came back for a drink and a chance to find another one. She sits with her knees gradually getting further and further apart, giving eye contact and smiles to a lad who’s dancing with his mates close by. They’re all looking at her knickers.
9.02pm
Second dance of the evening, and it looks more promising. This lad has gone straight for her bum with both hands. She likes that. She likes a man to take the lead, and she likes the feeling when her bum is pulled apart because it spreads her pussy as well. And she likes people watching, waiting to see how high he’ll pull her skirt.
09.04pm
She’s rubbing the front of his strides, stroking and squeezing his cock. His face is a picture, half shock and half caveman. I believe he may pounce.
9.05.pm
Her skirt was high enough that getting a hand up the front of it was hardly a challenge. His wrist bends, and I know he’s got at least one finger in her, maybe two. He doesn’t hesitate, starting the in-out straight away, arm flexing at the elbow, wrist being and straightening. Using my skill and experience observing these things, I write him down for two fingers. The look on Lucy’s face confirms that.
9.08pm
They separate. She’s got a happy face, he’s got a wet patch on the front of his chinos. I say we can move on if she likes, and we decide to go. She says he was quite nice, and had a lovely cock. Maybe we’ll bump into him again later.
9.20pm
Another bar, dark and sweaty, music pumping. One day soon I’ll be too old for this. Tonight, I get the drinks (fourth of the evening) and we choose a seat at the side for Lucy to begin her display. I go to the boys’ room, and check out the show on the way back. There are lots of UV lights, making white fluoresce. Especially Lycra, it seems. She could spark off an alert at the airport, her knickers shine so brightly.
9.21pm
Two young black guys have come over, and while one is shouting in Lucy’s ear the other one is checking me out, grinning happily at me. I know what he’s been smoking on the way here. Lucy touches my arm and says she’s been invited outside. Oh good, I say and finish my drink in one hit. Let’s go.
9.25pm
There’s a shop doorway a hundred yards down the street, and I’ve always thought it would come in handy on a warm night. We arrive in a huddle. Young lads are often a bit lost at this point, even the confident ones. They know how the routine goes inside the club or bar, but when we just get up and go outside and find a quiet corner, most of them aren’t so sure what’s expected. Lucy pulls her skirt up waist-high and leans back against the wall, legs apart. Fuck she’s a rude and horny woman. She looks totally slutty, leaning there waiting for it.
One lad unzips a monster cock from his black trousers, stands between her legs, pulls her knickers aside and dips his pelvis, lifting himself up under her, his cock disappearing from view and sinking into her pussy. I know how wet she is because my fingers are still hot and wet – I dipped them in as we walked along the road on the way here.
He says something about how wet she is and his hips do a little dancing tattoo. Lucy screams and I know the hot wetness of her pussy has made him cum a lot sooner than either of them expected. She loves that, and says so, easing him aside even though his cock is still half-hard and he’s clearly wanting to put it back inside her. She probably wouldn’t mind, because it’s such a whopper and she does love the big ones. His mate is rock hard, but not as long or as fat.
On the other hand, he’s fucking her quite hard, which she also likes, so hey-ho…
9.34pm
Lucy has quite a shouty climax, digging her fingernails into his bum and pulling his cock deeper as he sprays her with cum. I do like seeing her want to feel the spunk in her.
09.36
The first one is hard enough to go again. Lucy faces the wall, lifts her skirt and sticks her bum up and out. What a pose, She’s such a cock-lover, and irresistible with her pussy lips all swelled up and shiny with juice and cum. I watch him split it with his cock, shiny wet in the orange street lights. It’s properly big, 9 or 10 inches, and as thick as my wrist. He does a proper job with it, and I switch my gaze from her face to his, and back to her pussy where he’s slithering in and out. I just happen to be watching her face when he cums. I know he has because her mouth falls open and she shouts oh my god, and then cums herself.
10.00pm
We’ve changed bars again. We’re on drink 6, I think, 3 lads, one finger-fuck, one handful of cum and two cocks. Lucy has been fucked three times, and it’s just made her worse. She’s rampant, and she wants more.
10.05pm
And there’s plenty on offer. A dozen guys are staring between her legs at her knickers, and I’m trying to decide which one will make the move, but they seem happy just to watch. Why not. I go to the bar and check her out on the way back with the drinks. The knickers are so wet they have been bunched aside when she walks, and there’s no mistaking the shiny lips of her pussy. I tell her, and she decides to tease a group of lads, facing them directly and opening her legs wider for them to stare. It’s a horny thing to do and I love it.
10.30pm
They’ve come over and had a bit of a chat, and now they’re taking turns to get Lucy on the dance floor. She doesn’t disappoint them – or me – and snogs them all, stroking their cocks, and then the hands start to go up her skirt.
10.36pm
Lucy has mastered the art of dancing with her feet wide apart, making it easy for lads to get a hand between her thighs. When their fingers go deep I always know because she rises up in tiptoe and then sort of squats backwards, and her hips begin that circling movement women do when they’re being fucked.
10.42pm
It makes Lucy cum in the only silent moment of the night. After the din of the music, two seconds without is like a cathedral silence, even with all the voices still shouting to be heard over the music. If she’d just been moaning and stuff we might have got away with it. But no, she has to be shouting oh, fuck, yes! At the exact moment it all went quiet, and now everyone knows what was happening. Time to move on.
10.59
This place is very dark and we’ve been here quite a few times, always got away with quite a lot. In fact I have watched Lucy get fucked only three feet away from where we’re sitting. If anyone noticed, they certainly didn’t care.
I’m making notes in a little notebook I use for work, but it’s a bit soggy where Luce spilt her drink on it. Her dress is a bit soggy where that lad came up her arm and smeared a shiny streak of spunk on it. I write down on the damp pages how many cocks Monica has squeezed so far (8) and how many she has fucked (still only 2). This is a poor ratio, but we’ve been having fun, so that’s okay. We have another drink, and Lucy starts to show her knickers to some lads leaning against the wall on our left.
11.00pm
She shouts my name across the table, and when I see the look on her face I know she’s up to something. When she’s sure the lads are all watching, she puts her hand up her skirt and pulls the knickers aside, holding them so they can see she’s showing them her pussy. She uses her other hand to stroke one finger between her wet lips and then puts it to her mouth, and sucks and licks the juices off, still holding her knickers to one side, airing her naked pussy. I’m not sure who dribbles most – the lads, or Lucy’s puss.
11.04pm
She’s gone over to chat with them. This should be interesting…
11.25pm
She’s danced with 4 of them, but none of them have done any more than that, so Lucy’s got this one’s cock in a firm grip through his trousers, She’s also got his undivided attention – and mine, because she suddenly releases her grip, puts her hands up her skirt at the sides and pulls her knickers down to her knees. A quick wiggle and they’re at her ankles, and she hooks them on one pointed toe, raises them up, plucks them in her left hand and gives them to one very surprised-looking young lad. The others, watching around the edges of the floor, almost choke on their lager.
11.52m
He stuffed them in his pocket and then got hold of Lucy very tightly with one arm round her waist and stuck his other hand up her skirt. They danced around like that and then one of his mates interrupted and Lucy danced off with him, and then another. I’m beginning to lose count. They’ve all done it now, but they’re wandering around the room and coming back. Maybe there’s seven, maybe only five. I write down 6 on the damp pad. That’s six in this bar who’ve had fingers inside her. She’ll be ready for the real thing by now if I know Lucy.
12.00am
When the witching hour arrives, Lucy ups the game, and begins unzipping her dance partners, searching inside trousers and boxers for the feel of their hot skin. The only thing she likes better than the feel of a hot, hard cock in her hand is the feel of it in her mouth, and the only thing she likes more than that.. exactly.
12.05pm
This one has cum in her hand, and the only thing she likes more than the feel of a cock cumming in her hand…
12.08
She’s brought it to show me, a glistening handful, snail trails up her arm, You’ve got some more on your dress, I tell her, and she’s off to the Ladies to mop up.
12.22am
We’ve moved on to a big club, and I watch these half-naked teenage girls and wish they fancied a night of rampant sex with a middle-aged pervert and his slutty wife. Hmmm…
12.25am
We’re drinking again, and Lucy is opening her legs at anything male. She’s uncontrollably horny. How much fun is that?
12.30am
She’s so impatient, and just won’t wait for them to come across to her. She jumps up out of her seat, goes to the bar, orders drinks and starts chatting happily to guys who have spent the past ten minutes eating her pussy with their eyes and now she’s so close they can probably feel the heat from it.
12.35am
She’s taken one onto the dancefloor, snogging him hard and running her hand down below his waist, stroking his cock, and the holding it, tugging up and down. He looks at me and I smile. He looks a bit puzzled, but smiles back,and then looks deliberately downwards. I follow his eyes and he waits till I’m watching before putting his hand up Lucy’s skirt. She moves her feet wide, making space for him to stroke her pussy and work his fingers into her. She throws her head back and forgets to dance as the finger-fuck starts to have an effect. The guy is still watching me, and I smile some more. He fucks her harder and faster. She loves it, and so do I. Then she sees me watching, and smiles as well, so all three of us have big grins. After a while she goes back to the bar, bringing me a drink. He’s back with is mates, telling them all about it.
12.42am
Information received and understood. She’s got a queue going here and we’ll need to issue tickets at this rate. I have now officially lost count of the number of cocks she’s handled tonight, either through the clothing – I’d written down 9 at some point earlier on – or by getting inside the zip (at least 6, I think), and have no idea how many hands have been up her skirt, but I’ve crossed out the number 13 and made it 14. But is that 14 unique ones, is it seven twice, or four of them three times, with a couple of spares? Haven’t a clue. Bugger.
12.48am
One of the lads asks me what I’m writing down and I can’t say it’s a shopping-list, so I tell him it’s an all-expenses night out and I’m keeping track of the money, which for some reason he accepts quite happily.
They want to know what sort of job pays for nights out, so I tell them what they do. They’re not fascinated, but it’s an ice-breaker, and opens a conversation which quickly leads on to howcome we’re out playing tonight, and the usual stuff about don’t I mind and if not why not, etc, etc.
I always have the perfect answer for that and I use it early on. Watch her for a minute, I say, and they do. She’s swapped partners (10? Shit. No idea) and is now snogging a very handsome, swarthy-looking young chap who slips his hand down between her legs. The front of her dress is pulled up above her stocking-tops, and if his hand wasn’t cupping her pussy, with his fingers curling under and into her, we’d be looking at her little Brazilian trim. Tell me that’s not horny, I say, and they agree that she looks like a rampant little bitch, shuffling around the dancefloor like that.
As they twist slowly we see the other view. Her hand is inside his zipper, her arm making quick up-and-down movements as she jerks him off. And you don’t even know her, I say. Because I do, it makes it an even more powerful vision. The fact that the guy is your mate must have an influence on how you see it though, I say, and they all shake their heads. He’s not our mate, one says. Never seen him before, they all agree.
Tell the bastard to take his hands off my wife, I say, with a big smile, and we’re all laughing when they split, and Lucy comes back to the table for more drink, licking her her glistening hand with a wicked smile and then wiping it clean with a little napkin. I would have like to that properly, she says, and their eyes all widen as they realise what she means., that she’s telling me she wanted to suck the unknown lad’s cock. He’s lovely, she continues. What’s his name?, and we all laugh again. She doesn’t understand the joke, of course, and gets her own back by putting her arm round the waist of the one nearest her and swaying to the music, rubbing her pussy against his leg and slipping a hand up the back of his shirt. I know she’s scratching softly with her nails and I know the effect that feeling can have.
He looks at me to make sure I’m smiling, and I am, so he smiles too. We all smile. Except Lucy, who’s got that look again. She puts her drink on the table, fumbles around for his zip and pulls it all the way down.
12.56am
She’s got her hand in his boxers, stroking his cock in the hot darkness. This is at eye level, about three feet from the end of my nose. He looks uncomfortable about that, even when I raise my glass, and tell him to enjoy.
You really are, aren’t you? one of them says, and I smile the answer. Would you like to see her fucked? he offers, and I tell him I like to see anything and everything. Lucy is still stroking away inside the boxers, biting her bottom lip as she concentrates on the feel of the hard cock in her hand. There’s no need to ask if she wants a fuck or not. Quite clearly the woman’s mad for it. The questioning one moves close to her right side, reaches down and puts his hand under the hem of her dress. He’s watching my face as he runs it up her thigh, lifting her skirt. We all see her shift her weight, opening her thighs, She has her back to the room, but his fingers split her lips and slip up into the dark wetness right before our eyes, mine especially. Lucy turns her face to him and he bends to kiss her open mouth. She’s still stroking the cock with her right hand across her body. It’s a bit of a contortionist job, but she’s an expert at things like this. Jesus, but it looks horny, as she’s fingered by one and jerks the other one gently in her hand. Let’s take her outside says a voice over my shoulder. The rest all seem to think it’s a good idea. Ask her, not me, I say. We all know what the answer is going to be.
01.10am
We walk to the car park. One of them is holding Lucy’s hand tightly, as if she’ll run away, or just evaporate. There’s no need, of course. I know how much she wants their cocks inside her and that nothing will stop her now. I’m not quite sure when it happened, but there was a moment inside this club where she decided that one was not going to be enough, and she needed several. That decision was made before she started fooling around with these boys, but it when she started to play with her pussy for them I knew she wanted all of them. Several at least. We’ve got four. And we’ve found a quiet corner.
01.15am
Lucy faces the group of them and quite deliberately pulls up her skirt, looking dirty as you like with her stocking-tops and little stripe of fuzz above the beginning of a slit that becomes a fully wet and open pussy just between her legs, out of sight. She leans back against a black Volvo, places her feet wide and shuffles around till she’s happy with her position. We’re all staring at her perfect little puss, hypnotised by its gleaming wetness and inviting pinkness. Come on then, she growls, fuck me now.
A tall one steps forwards. He leans down to kiss her, and as he takes her head in his hands – which she loves – her own hands are busy at his waist. Before his mouth is properly locked on she’s got him unbuckled, unzipped and he chinos fall to his knees. She pulls his boxers down, gets his cock in both hands and pulls him between her legs. I can hear her sigh as it sinks in, part pure pleasure but mainly relief. She’s been waiting a long time for that feeling. It’s been four hours since the two black guys fucked her, four hours in which she has teased herself as much as anyone, building up quite a head of steam.
So’s this tall guy, and as soon as she lifts her legs up and crosses them behind his pink bum he starts jumping around like a puppet having his strings jerked and I hear Lucy calling out to him as he cums.
01.20am
He looked a bit awkward, shuffling away with his strides and boxers round his ankles, but no -one was watching. All eyes were on Luce as she turned herself round, bent over the side of the car and lifted her skirt. Her bum looks perfect from that angle, like a tennis ball split in half, and she knows it. Come on then, she says looking round over her shoulder at no-one in particular, come on. How very fucking horny my wife can be. I want to fuck her myself, but that will come later
For now it’s so horny just watching her in that pose, pussy glistening and shiny, looking well fucked already, inviting some lads we’ve met five minutes earlier to step up and fuck her some more. Which quickly happens, and I watch his good-sized cock spreading her as it slips inside. Then he starts to fuck her good and hard, and I can tell by her face how much she’s liking it.
01.28am
After he finished and she had a screaming, shouty orgasm of her own, Lucy just lay there, spread across the bonnet, waiting, legs and pussy spread wide as another zip went down, and the next lad stepped up and pushed his boxers down. A large cock sprang out from under his shirt, thick and long and hard, just how she likes them. Oh yes, she said as he pushed it slowly into her, inch by inch. Guys with big cocks always like to show them off to their mates, and he was definitely showboating, this one. But you would, wouldn’t you, if you had a nine-inch cock as thick as a coke bottle.
He let us all watch it at work for a couple of minutes, keeping his body arched so it didn’t spoil the view as Lucy jerked and trembled and gasped at the feeling of it inside her. I wasn’t alone thinking this was the horniest sight imaginable and I could see two of the guys squeezing themselves as they watched. They’re going to freak out if he ever starts to fuck her really hard with that thing, I thought, because SHE will – freak out, I mean. When she came again, loudly and vigorously, the third one grabbed himself as well.
01.32am
Lucy’s abandoned pleasure at having that big cock inside her has got his full attention. He’s forgotten all about performing to the gallery, and is fucking her very seriously, wet slapping and sucking noises getting faster and faster as she starts to go really crazy. Go on Pete, says a voice beside me, fuck her brains out. He’s trying, I say, which is funny, but no one laughs. The scene on the car bonnet is just too horny for laughter.
01.40am
Another yelling, bum-clenching orgasm from Lucy, and obviously Pete found the feeling of it happening on the end of his cock a lot hornier than we did just watching. It makes him cum, and though Luce loves that feeling when it all spurts out inside her, I know she’ll be disappointed to lose that big thick cock from her pussy.
As he pulls out there’s a long silver thread joining the end of his cock to her twitching puss, six inches long and more before it breaks. There’s a little pearly dribble between those pink lips, sparkling in the light. She looks slutty and rude like that, skirt up, one stocking ripped, clinging to a windscreen-wiper to stop herself slipping off the bonnet. There’s one left and he’s there now, smearing his cock with her juice as he slips it experimentally in and pulls it out a couple of times, watching himself entering and spreading her pussy. Lucy is talking to him, yes, oh yes, and don’t stop, don’t stop, and so on. He seems fascinated by the sight, and we all watch for as long as it lasts, which isn’t long. She’s gone from long soft moans and quiet comments, that feels so good, etcetera, to louder and more urgent commands, come on, come on. Then he suddenly needs a fuck himself and starts to pound away. Pretty soon she’s yelling again, fuck me fuck me and he’s really up to speed.
She loves it, doesn’t she, says one of the three beside me, not asking me, but telling me, which I like. She fucking loves it.
It couldn’t really have been any more obvious, but just in case, Lucy’s lost the plot entirely and is oohing and aahing at the top of her voice as he thrusts away, sometimes telling him to fuck me hard, which he’s doing, and then to fuck me harder… fuck me… harder… harder, oooh, yes, harder…
Man that is good pussy, one of them says, and they all agree, so wet and tight, love the way she wants it all, and so on, the best bits all about cumming in her, I was going to make it last but it’s so good I couldn’t help myself, and my favourite of the night, I was going to pull out but she wouldn’t let me. I love listening to guys talking about fucking her almost as much as I like watching and I almost missed seeing this one about to cum, standing up straight, practically lifting her off the ground and fucking her hard and fast, just the way she likes it.
It was a difficult position and it couldn’t have lasted for very long, but as he got to the very edge of cumming he lost his concentration and his grip. His cock slipped out of her just as it started to spurt, and as it sprang upright a long stream of spunk splattered the back of her black dress.
01.46am
Lucy didn’t notice him cumming on her. In fact she didn’t realise he’d cum at all. She just knew there wasn’t a cock in her any more and her bum was pumping up and down, fucking air as she called out, come on, just fuck me, come on, fuck me. Lucky for her one of them had been slowly playing with himself and was fully ready to oblige, She gave a long thankful sigh, and said oh yes, in a happy voice, and then went all incoherent when he started to fuck her. She had no idea it wasn’t the same lad, and didn’t care anyway.
01.55am
Lucy has completely lost the plot. I love her like this, when she doesn’t know what’s happening apart from she’s being fucked silly. She doesn’t care who it is, or who they are, as long as it doesn’t stop, and you could let off the atom bomb right beside her without her knowing or losing her rhythm. When she’s in this state she’ll open her legs for anyone and everyone.
02.30am
They’ve all had her twice, and we’re going round again. Tall thin one has just finished, and big Pete is on his third visit. Lucy is in la-la land. All she knows about is pussy and cock.
Is she always like this, one of them asks. Almost all of them do.
Always, I say. You should see her in a bedroom, when she’s got some time and space to work with. Fucking amazing, he says, looking down to where Pete’s cock is sliding in and out of Lucy just a couple of feet below our noses. Fucking amazing pussy, his mate says. I could fuck that all night. He has been, but I don’t remind him. Yeah, I know what you mean, the first one says. Every time I think about what she feels like and how much she likes it, I just get hard all over again. I could go all night with her.
Big Pete appears to be doing exactly that.
02.42am
Hurry up Pete, they’re saying, don’t take all night. Let someone else have a go. Pete pulls himself free and Lucy squeaks in anger, but goes straight back to ooh and ahh as the complaining one puts his cock back into her ‘amazing’ pussy and fucks her again.
03.08am
Pete waits while the other two have their way with Lucy for the third time and then carries on where he left off. He’s gone back to showing off, leaning away from her so we can all admire his technique and his rather large set of equipment. Lucy’s admiring it most of all, of course, and I have to admit I have lost count of the number of times she has cum tonight. Once she starts she can cum over and over, with very small gaps in between, which is very arousing and which people always notice.
Something else they notice is that she never loses her enthusiasm for their cum, and every time a man cums in her excites her as much as the first. The way she’s calling to Pete, telling him to cum now, cum now, you’d never think it was the twelfth time in about eight hours. He’ss fucking really fast now as he begins to do as she said, and she’s slipping from the bonnet. I grab her hand and hold her in place and she starts to squeeze it, over and over, the clenching of her hand round mine matching the exactly the gripping of her pussy on Pete’s cock.
I know these things.
I also knew that when she rolled off and squatted in front of him to suck the last drops from his balls and then lick him clean that it was all over. Lucy was back in the real world, and we were ready to go home.
03.58
Lucy’s lying on our bed, waiting with a happy smile. And not just on her face. Her pussy is still open from fucking, puffy and swollen, shiny wet. She’s got her legs wide apart, stroking herself dreamily with two fingers, which she knows I like. Plus after all that’s happened, she still wants to fuck. Amazing. She’s all soft and clingy inside, slippery with her juice and sticky with their cum. You can feel the difference on the end of your cock, and it’s so, so horny. I fuck her slowly and gently, not because I think she’d prefer that, but because I’m trying to make it last. It doesn’t work that well, and I feel myself cumming where they have, Lucy gripping my bum and pulling me deeper, loving that hot splash.
THE THINGS PEOPLE SAY
Lucy was talking to someone the other day and happened to tell him that I like talking to the guys who’ve fucked her, either right after while we’re getting a drink and saying goodbye or next time we meet in chat on yahoo or whatever. Preferably both, from my point of view.
He asked what they say about her and she thought I’d be the best person to answer that, so here goes.
I suppose I should start with my own thoughts about her really, and let’s be honest, I’ve watched her fucking hundreds of times, all different men, places and situations, so I should know what I’m on about really. I’ve had women before her, of course, and I’ve had some that were rude, some that were greedy and some that were pretty. But I’ve never met one who had the whole package all in one, or one who was so completely transformed by sex.
I mean you get girls who are pretty, flirty and exhibitionist yes, and she’s all of that as well, but her face changes when she’s horny. I can tell by looking at her whn she wants to be bad, and other guys just seem to pick up on that look as well, and understand they’re looking at a woman who needs fucking.
What they won’t perhaps know is that her voice thickens and gets hoarse, but they’ll definitely know she’s growling at them, and I can hear how horny she is when she talks, and when you touch her, she’s already so wet that most guys just cant believe it, and if you have her in a hotel room or somewhere quet you can see that just touching her pussy is an instant change of perdsonaloity, just like an electric shock – I’ve watched her go from laughing smiling face to near-orgasm face within a couple of seconds of having her pussy stroked and it’s something else that guys just can’t believe – amkes them feel good to have that effect on her, but it always does and I’ve seen it so many times. It’s not an act, like some women fake pleasure and orgasm, it’s all real. She just cant help it.
Touch her there and she cant think about anything else. Put your cock in and start to fuck her and she’s already heading for another planet, and guys are amazed by that, always saying how much she likes cock, and how much she likes being fucked. And how wet and hot she is. As soon as the guy starts to move, in and out, she’s into heavy breathing, then gasping right away, oh,oh,oh, pretty loud. Guys love that, don’t we? We know we’re doing it right when a girl can’t help making noise, and when Lucy sytarts like that as soon as they begin to fuck her they feel like kings.
It’s always interesting to me that most of the strangers we meet notice that and all say the same sort of things. I thought at first that they all say what a good fuck she is because it’s polite, like saying thanks for a lovely meal to friends when you really didn’t like it at all, but I’ve heard it so many times now – and seen her do it so many times – that I know it’s true. She loves to fuck and guys can tell – and I love hearing them say so. It’s great at the time when we’re all there still, and they tell me how good (or bad) she was, what a great body she’s got – all while she’s listening. And when they say how nice her pussy felt, or how wet it was, or how much she loved the feel of their cock, that’s good too. A lot of them say that at the time, while they’re inside the pussy fucking her, and that’s brilliant, but it’s a long story for another day.
I also love tallking to guys on yahoo or whatever a few days later, especially if they’re still enjoying the memory. Hearing a bloke in an office telling me how warm and wet my wife was when he fucked her is really special – partly because enough time has passed for him 2 really mean it.
My favourite ever comment was a 19 yo lad with a big cock who said to me in chat after that she was “beyond nympho”, and I know he meant it because he still occasionally asks for another meeting cos he wants to fuck her again it was that good. And he’s a professoinal porn actor, and fucks hundreds of women, so I guess he knows.
She really lost the plot wih him – he made her wait while he finger-fucked her for an hour (and made her cum several times) and then fucked her silly for about 4 hours, till she couldn’t remember her own name, never mind mine, and after he couldn’t fuck any more she sucked him dry and she was still sucking him while he was getting dressed to leave at about 2 in the morning, and I have to say I know she was disappointed when I slipped into her after he’d gone, just because it wasn’t so filling, but it felt great, so hot and wet, so I didn’t mind at all.
A lot of guys have said they can’t understand how I can put up with it – seeing her desperate for another man’s cock, watching her get so wild with another man inside her, and knowing that I can’t have that effect myself, but I really like it and the wilder she gets the more I enjoy it, and so do they- they all say something about it. Usually, they start off by asking if she’s always that wet (yes she is,) and always that wild (half and half I guess depending on who what when and where).
Got to say that Lucy does wet so well its unfair on mankind in general. It’s just a natural thing with her and she’s always a little bit damp. So when she gets interested she gets as wet as most girls do when they’re cumming, and then when she gets excited she gets rerslly very wet indeed. Embarrassingly so, and we’ve had to leave places because she’s got a big wet patch on her jeans. Daytime places, that is, when she suddenlyy decides she feels horny or whatever, and soaks her trousers. And it smells good too, like a kind peppery spicy aroma is the best I can say, not really like a strong pussy smell.
I’ve talked to guys in clubs who have just had a dance and a snog and a grope with her and come back to their mates and owned up to creaming their pants as soon as they touched her knickers and their ginger just slipped right into a pussy so wet and hot and tight, and then the mate doesnt believe them so he dances with her and he might not cum in HIS pants but he WILL be surprised by what he finds up her skirt, and when they find she’s like that all the time, they’re all telling me you lucky bastard, I’d never leave her alone.
WellI I don’t, obviously. I mean, she’s always wanting a shag, morning noon and night, rings me up at work for phone sex and asks me to cme home at lunchtime or come home early for a quickie before dinner – that’s as well as the one we have later. And if that doresn’t work, she’s got a box full of toys. Loves a rabbit for an instant fix, but has several realistic big ones for when she wants to fuck as well as cum.
And any and every chance I get I have a finger in there too, but there’s usually someone else’s in the way. Not while we’re driving in the car or sat in the cinema or a restaurant, when I can have her to myself, obviously (well not very often anyway) but she’s had hundreds of hands up her skirt while I’ve known her and hundreds before that, so the total must be well over a thousand fingers in the pussy, which turns me on quite a lot.
And we’re aproaching 200 on the shagging front since you ask, and might just make it there in December – be nice to ring the bell for 200 on New Year’s Eve!
But anyway, the next most frequent thing guys ask is if she’s always liked fucking so much. She loves cock doesn’t she, they say, can’t get enough (true) and you can see it when they slip it in, that sudden transormation from being smiley and chatty and then – she goes off in a sort of trance, and she can’t think about anything except the cock in her pussy.
Is she like it with me, they ask, and I have say yes, but less so – the situation makes it hotter so I get about 75/80 per cent of that when we’re alone. Blimey, she goes like it with a vibrator, and as soon as it’s in, the hips start moving and she’s fucking, just fucking, and it takes her off to the same la-la land she alwas goes to.
She does love being fucked from behind (and once she’s up and running she isn’t that concerned about who it is as long as he’s hard, but that too is another story) and all the guys say – at the time while they’re in her or afterwards in the room, and on chat – they all say her pussy feels so tight and slippery like that, which is true, it does, and she loves a guy 2 cum like that and will reach back to grab his balls and hold him there until he does, which they like. I know when she reaches back and does that that she wants his cum, and that she wants to cum as well. She grips hard when she does – I mean the pussy really squeezes your cock over and over again, and if you’re watching, like I always am, you can usually see it happening, which is amazing.
In fact the whole view from behind is amazing. Her pussy looks pretty good from up there, just wet and waiting, better still when it’s being filled, and just watching tjhemselves go in and out – you can hear the wetness as well as see it – has mad lots of guys cum when they weren’t intending to or even expecing to. She makes it worse by talking to them as well, and just hearing her say ‘come on, just fuck me, fuck me, fuck me harder’ to strange guys, when they’re doing foreplay and she wants cock, is a real turn on for me and them – they like a woman who isn afraid to say what she wants, and when they’re in her from behind and she squeezes their bnalls and says ‘cum now, cum now’, I love it and they always do. Cum, I mean.
She rides well too – she’s got a neat trick with her hips that makes it twist as well as go up and down and lots of guys have said they liked that the best, just lying there while she slid up and down on them, and I can wach that for hours, especially becase I can see the look on her face as well as the cok in the pussy. Ringside seas, you can’t beat them…
And then of course there’s the bj’s. I have really seriously lost count of the guys who said she was the best ever, but she really loves doing it and will suck for hours if you let her – which ou should because it makes her very very wet and it’s very very good. She has a soft mouth, teeth never touch you (unless you ask) she takes it all the way (for most of us anyway) and loves the tast of cum. In fact she loves cum, which lots of guys have said is very horny, and I can only agree.
But most of all what they say is that as soon as you talk to her it’s clear that she’s gagging for a shag, and she just loves being fucked. Whuich is true. Loves it, can’t get enough, never says no.
When we’ve ben with more than one guy I have often talked witgh the qwue so to speak and they are the ones who usually find it hard to understand why I’m not jealous – watching her it’s clear she can’t get enough and loves any and all cock and doesn’t care who’s fucking her as long as someone is.
Watching her ina flat somewhere once, kneeling on a bed, bum in the air, telling the guy fucking her to cum now, cum now, the guy beside me said that is the sweetest pussy I have ever fucked, and the more cum that goes in, the sweeter it gets, and a guy the other side of me said he’d never sen anything like it, because the more cock that goes in, the more she wants – and that’s exactly true. The more she fucks – the more she wants to fuck.
irst times..
Talking to Lucy the other night about Alan (and fucking her while we were talking about it, if you want to know the truth) brought it all rushing back – a sudden rush of blood to a lot of places, not just my head. Helping her write her blog (we remember different things, obviously) also made me horny, but reading it was even better still, like it was all happening again in front of my eyes. Though we both wanted it to happen, I was well aware that it was a big step, and might change everything.
I’m not new to sharing, as Lucy may have mentioned, and in fact when I was growing up me and the guys had no actual girlfriends to begin with, just a bunch of girls we all hung around with and who we shagged at mutually convenient times. So at a party one week you’d be with the fabulously pretty and erotically sensuous but slightly pneumatic Madeleine, and a week later with the slender and utterly ferocious Evelyn, who could wear your cock away in an evening of frantic banging. Like you do when you’re a teenager, really. Except we had few places to go and always ended up at a mates house shagging en masse, and watching the girl you were shagging last weekend doing it with someone else this weekend. I think that’s where I got it from, so to speak, and why I’ve always liked seeing my woman (wife, girlfriend, significant other) shagging someone else.
I won’t bore you with the full SP on every woman I ever shagged, nor even just the ones I can remember. But out of them all, six of my serious, long-term girlfriends were the sharing kind, by which I mean that I watched each of them have sex with at least one other guy – several guys in most cases, and of course I’m including Lucy within that six. But the point is, I’ve always got off on it, and by the time Lucy did it for the first time it’s fair to say that I knew how to handle it.
But it’s always, I mean ALWAYS a thrill when your wife opens her legs for another man, no matter how often you’ve seen her do it before. When it’s the first time, and you’ve been talking about it for weeks or even months, and she parts her legs and you see his hand on the front of her knickers, fingers reaching underneath her, pressing into a pussy you already know is wet and hungry, it’s just a brilliant sight and unbelievably horny. Later, when she’s naked, and spreads her legs wide, offering her pussy, wanting him inside it and he touches it, his fingers slithering in and out, and her hips are bucking up and down as he finger-fucks her, that’s just so good to watch, seeing how much she wants fucking. And that first time, when she took Alan’s cock in her hand and guided into herself, was just amazing. She loves it when guys cum really quick like that and I’ve got to say that it looked pretty good from where I was sitting, all that hot spunk splashing onto her and into her.
She was desperate for a fuck tho, and I was glad to oblige, but I was even happier to see Alan fuck her after, the way she was clutching at him as he rolled onto her, and her hips were pumping up and down even before he was inside her, just so desperate for him to fuck her – and I do mean HIM, rather than for just ANYONE to fuck her. It’s kind of difficult to accept that your wife fancies someone else so much, but when she’s lying naked underneath him, wriggling about frantically trying to get his cock in her pussy, you really can’t pretend that it’s just a bit of extra shagging fun. She wanted him badly and she went berserk when she got him inside – not the same way as she does with a big cock fuck from a random guy we’ve met, but still totally abandoned and greedy for his cock and greedy for his cum. She was still greedy for it a couple of hours later, and watching her doing everything she could to make him hard again as quickly as possible after he’d cum so he could fuck her again was quite a revelation and it was the first real clue I had about just what a completely slutty little bitch she can be. Perfect!
Seriously, she was a match made in heaven for me. The others had been a lot more normal, if you see what I mean, shagging other guys for the crack, or because every girl should have a threesome at least once in her life, or because they were pissed or something. Only one of them was genuinely bad, and she was that rare thing, a girl who would do ANYTHING twice. The first time she did it to see if she liked it and she’d do it again one more time just to be sure she was right the first time. She was the first of my girlfriends to get another bloke’s cock out of his trousers in a nightclub while I was watching and it was one of the horniest things I’d seen up till then. She was also multi-multi-MULTI-orgasmic, and could just cum and cum and cum, so fucking her was like Christmas and birthday all rolled into one because she started cumming almost as soon as you touched her and she went on doing it until you put her down. Made a chap feel good I can tell you, and it was fun to watch, because you could give her a vibrator (she had quite a collection) or a carrot or a cucumber or almost anything and she’d put it in and start cumming pretty much straight away. She was one of those women who come best from internal stimulation – fingers in, in other words, rather than fingers out, and that’s ALWAYS fun to watch and play with.
Anyway, no matter how many times it happens, it’s just as exciting the next time as it was the first, except that as I said before, as soon as I saw Lucy with another man I knew she was going to be so much better than all the rest. A natural born shagger, who loved cocks and loved to be fucked. Though I’ve had that before. I once had a girlfriend for about 5 years who was absolutely besotted by stiff cocks, couldn’t get enough of them. Great at first, but she seriously couldn’t get enough, and she was on a mission to fuck every man alive, with or without me so that was the end of that.
But Lucy doesn’t just like cocks and being fucked, she loves the showing off and the bad behaviour in public, and shagging inappropriate people, the whole nine yards, as the Americans say. She is the complete package in that respect and you’ve never seen anything like Lucy fucking or on a mission to get fucked. So that first nigh t with Alan was a revelation, because although I had seen other girlfriends shagging other blokes, they were always the same with the other guys as they were with me – doing the same stuff and, more importantly, reacting in the same way. If another guy licked them, they behaved the same as they did when I licked them. Or fingered or fucked them. It was great.
But Lucy was different with Alan, reacting to the power of ten to everything and going completely wild, and she’s been the same with every guy I’ve ever seen her with. The badness of the situation drivers her crazy before she starts and the idea of being fucked by some random young stranger while I watch her sends her into sexual overload as soon as the evening starts, so by the time the guy actually gets hold of her she’s practically a screaming maniac inside, though she may not give much away on the outside. But once she’s got her knickers off and her legs apart, she does start to go truly wild, and the guy’s good (and lucky) she’ll be out of control in no time at all. Brilliant to see, as I keep saying. Fantastic that first time and fantastic the hundredth time as well. But the point Lucy was making, and I’m sort of adding to, is that Alan was just Joe Normal in the cock department, mister average like you and me. But she went wild for it, and wilder still when she got it in her. Size might make a difference, but it doesn’t really matter!
The size question – again, and again, and again…
Lucy is constantly being asked the same question – what’s the biggest cock you’ve taken – as if it’s some kind of contest, or an entry in the Guinness Book of records or something. Quite apart from the really peculiar obession with size in the first place, I’m never sure whether the answer will provoke more desire or less as the size goes up. I mean, if you meet a girl who says she can easily accommodate 14 inches, would you really what to fuck her, or would you be afraid she wouldn’t notice if you did?
You know, if she said, oh, anything over seven inches makes me cry, you’d feel like whipping yours out and showing her a really good time.
But it would mean that she’d have to measure them to be able to answer with confidence wouldn’t she? And we’ve never really done that. Why would you? The guys who own them always have, though, and that’s the real competition – between them and anyone else with a big-ish cock. That’s why they always know at least to the half-inch, if not the quarter, and it’s either on their profile or the second thing they say to her, right after hello.
Really. On MSN and stuff it’s that quick – hi and then Alan, liverpool, 23 and 9-1/2.
Luckily for them, she IS interested. She says she’s not, but I can see the expression on her face when someone sends her a picture of a whopper, or gets one out on cam. She likes big ones, no two ways about it and i can see her point. If I was a girl I probably would as well – even if its only to play with on weekends. Which is basically what she does with them
And even if her eyes didn’t light up when she sees one in a pic, the look on her face when she unzips a guy and gets out a big meaty handful speaks more volumes than any girl could fib about in a lifetime. In fact that’s always an erotic moment for me watching – unzipping a guy is a moment of commitment and right up to that point there’s always a possibility that she could say she didn’t like him for whatever reason and send him away. To be fair that’s only happened once in all the arranged meetings we’ve had – let’s call it a one per cent failure rate – and it was down to something as simple and basic as BO. But anyway, apart from that, getting a bloke’s cock out of his trousers is the first really imntimate thing she does with him, and I know it means she’s decided to shag him – Luce always says that the point of no return is when she takes her knickers off – up till then she says she might say no, but once a guy’s got her pants down he WILL be getting a shag. And so will she.
But to me, that moment when she unzips, and then puts her hand in hios trousers to fish it out is really very exciting. If it’s as big as she was hoping, or bigger, she’ll look round at me and I know by that smile, and the light in her eyes, that she’s going to enjoy herself with this one.
We’ve met a few guys who have said 8 inches and few who said 9, rather less who said 9 and a half, but like I said, who’s measuring? And i couldn’t honestly say that if you claimed 9 and a half a turned up with only 9 that Lucy would feel robbed – in fact I can say with certainty that she probably wouldn’t feel any different!
She always says that 10 is her limit, and there are a few guys on the web – not many but a few – who claim 12, 13 and even 14. We’ve seen a bloke who said it was 14 inches on cam, and I have to say that he was almost certainly telling the truth. He was also in his fifties, and black, of course, not that it’s an issue. Well it is, actually, but not in the same way.
Have to be perfectly frank here and say that I do like to see her with big ones, but I would much rather see her with black ones. Not that I’d rather a small black guy than a big white guy, but if was a choice between two average guys and one of them was black – that’s the one I’d choose.
Ask me why?
The easy answer is because it looks a million times better in pictures – in my eyes anyway. The better answer – and also true – is that there is something a lot more exciting about seeing your wife open her legs for a black man to fuck her silly than seeing a white man do it. Now I don’t really know how to explain why, except that I guess there’s some kind of old-fashioned taboo going on here, and that black guys are a lot more basic about sex than white guys, and tend to be users of women – in the nicest possible way, and seeing your wife gladly give herself up to be used is quite an exciting thing. Okay, it’s a massive turn-on, or at least it is for me. More about that in a sec.
Even more exciting is that Lucy says she doesn’t really find the idea a turn-on as much as I do. She can see what I’m saying about the pictures looking so much prettier and hornier, and she can also see that there’s a sort of taboo thing at work as well, and she’s happy to admit that the taboo idea – of fucking someone you really didn’t ought to be fucking – is an added turn-on, and she’ll own up to extra wetness on account of that. And she really can’t argue with the truth that black guys tend to be big – not bigger than big white guys, but in general there are more big black cocks than big white ones, so if you unzip a black guy you are more likely to get a nice surprise. If you’re Lucy. And there’s no doubt that she enjoys a big cock fuck more than a small cock fuck. So she definitely will be on the upper level, so to speak.
But she says that’s it and all about it, full stop. She SAYS that the idea of being used, treated like a sex object if you will, doesn’t add any extra sparkle to the occasion for her, but I’m here to tell you that I have watched her fuck quiyte a number of guys, singly, in bunches and with me joining in, and I can tell you that she likes a black fuck about twice as much as a white one – or rather that she is twice as active, and twice as loud, shags twice as long and cums twice as much. Maybe more. She likes it a lot more than she likes fucking white guys and she doesn’t like to admit that .
After all this time, and especially when confronted with the evidence of my own eyes and video camera, i can’t believe she imagines there’s any reason to fib to me, or any point in fibbing, which leads me to believe she’s trying to fool herself, for some reason I haven’t yet worked out.
But there’s something about the combination of colour, size and the way she’s treated that makes her unusually abandoned and unusually enthusiastic. And if there’s one thing I like to see it’s Lucy loving a good fuck. Loving it when a fit young black guy has got her screaming on the end of his cock – well, words begin to fail me about now.
The using thing is good too – those German kids the other weekend, they were using her. It was as horny as you like watching them all just queuing up for a fuck and her just lying there with her legs apart loving it all and not caring who it was. There were times, especially when she was on her kneees, of course, when I don’t think she even realised they’d swapped – the blokes who were waiting were all so bloody keen to get their next turn that they practically hauled each other out of the way as soon as they could, and if there was a gap at all it was never more than a couple of seconds.
The horniest part for me is when they swap and she DOES notice, and starts to get annoyed that she’s not being fucked for a moment or two. They had her on her kees at the edge of the bed, quite late on, and in that position Lucy does like to fuck a guy – SHE’LL be mov ing back and forwards on his cock at the same time as he’s pushing it in and out, so that if he whips it out quickly for any reason you might see two or three full movemnts of her hips before she realises he’s gone and turns round all angry to see what’s happening. Buut if they swap fast and there’s a cock going back inside her again, she won’t turn, just carry on, and that’s when i don’t think she knew or cared if it was the same one as long as it was there.
Fantastic, like I say.
And much better than seeing her with just a single bic cock, black or white. There’s something very slutty about a woman shagging more than one guy, and the more guys there are the sluttier it gets. There’s something even sluttier still about a married woman doing it, and sluttier again if the guys are younger than her. The younger they are, the sluttier, really, so a group of young and fit guys is about as horny as you could ever hope for, unless we could find a basketball team…
But to prove that it’s not just me who thinks like that, it’s another question that she often gets asked – what’s the most number of guys you’ve shagged?
There are two answers to that question and it depends if you mean the most in one go, or the most in one day, all random singles who didn’t know about the others.
Up until a year ago it was the same amount anyway, five in both ways. The five singles were on holiday and it was a sort of end of the fortnight challenge. We set a twenty-four-hour time limit, but ran from mid-day to mid-day, got three guys off the beach in the afternoon (one after the other, had to get showered and back out there looking for another as soon as the first had gone, so the third was out of the door jus5t after eight, found another in a club (in Sidari, on Corfu) about 10pm and took himn outside, and then took one home soon after midnight. He was too pretty to shag against the wall apparently, and had to be undressed and fucked at length. Suprisingly enough, he did have quite a bit of length too, and didn’t leave till well after 3 am, so when we woke up it was already too late to raise the score.
Then there was an evening in a swinger club we went to. Only been to a few and never really enjoyed it enough to become regulars, mostly because the age range is a bit higher than we like, but we’ve often had good times. One of them (no names, just in case) has a sort of tardis thing in the corner, with big holes cut in it at waist and chest height. You can guess what for. Soon as I put Lucy inside and started feeling through the holes, which was an interesting new experience on its own, I have to say, but as soon as she was in there a crowd of people showed up and joined in, which we all liked. it was arousing, being abl;e to see a little through the holes but not much, so I was catching little glimpses of her pussy with a finger in it, qand then with another from a different direction, and they they were all around her.
Of course I had a go as well and bloody good it was too. There’s something quite strange about slipping a finger or two in your wife’s pussy and feel her body respond and enjoy it when you know that she has no idea it’s you doing it, and probably thinks it’s someone else – and so this is exactly the same way she would behave with a perfect stanger. Very erotic.
Didn’t take long before one or two guys were sticking their cocks through the holes, and after stroking them she started sucking away, which they all rather liked. Next thing you know, she’s turned round and got her pussy peeping out of one of the holes and right away there’s a stiff cock going right in. That’s weird too, standing round with a group of strangers, men and women, watching blokes you’ve never spoken too fucking your wife’s pussy through a hole, and making all different remarks, mostly to each other but occassionally to me as well. You won’t be surprised if I say I had a go as well, and that’s even stranger, fucking Lucy, and feeling her respond the way a stranger must feel her when he fucks her. I din’t last very long at all, I have to say, but she didn’t seem to mind. In fact she enjoyed it, though as she said afterwards, everyone outside enjoyed a rather nice fuck but she had five fragments of a fuck. Six, if you count me as well, which she did, though I said I hadn’t.
So size is only part of the story, but it is, pardon the pun, a big part.
And the answer to the question, what IS the biggest she’s ever had? Well, it was clearly very much bigger than anything I’d ever seen her with, and she sat down on it very carefully (and slowly) and she rode him like that too – with extreme caution. She’s always a very wet girl, is Lucy, which I like and seems to turn guys on enormously, but it meant it slipped in easily, though gradually as I said, but then when something starts going in and out of her she starts to get very wet indeed. It’s an instictive physical reaction she can’t control, and over the years it’s allowed her to enjoy fucking people she didn’t really like, and in some cases couldn’t stand the sight of. On this occasion it meant that the more she rode him the more of it went in, and at the end she was sliding right down to his balls, which everyone watching really loved. Sat on him with her legs astride and facing me, she was also facing about 15 or 20 people, mostly guys, who’d gathered round to watch. They almost burst into a round of applause the first time she sat down and made the whiole thing disappear inside her, but the scene was SO erotic I don’t think they were even breathing. I know I wasn’t. And I was amazed she could, with that thing right up insuide her. She’s such a little thing, short and very slim, and it was easily as big as her forearm. Incredible.
She rode it completely for a few minutes, not quick, still very careful, but I knew she was near to cumming, which makes her wetter than ever, and just at the end she lost control and bounced up and down like a wild thing as usual, and made huge amounts of noise, also as usual. But unusually, she didn’t get off and roll onto her back – she likes to be fucked hard right after she’s cum as you know, but she wasn’t taking any chances with something this big.
It was bent in a long curve like a massive black banana, very symettrical and curving upwards, which he said was ideal to get the G-spot working, but she wasn’t about to give him control in case he killed her with it. She even went without her regulation doggy-fuck as well because she didn’t want it right up inside her unless she was driving, so to speak, so she rode him in both directions until she’d cum again and then he had, and that’s the biggest cock she’s ever had inside her, but you can hardly say he fucked her with it, not like a proper hard fucking, the way she likes it. Which he had because I think she would have gone mental and I would have liked to see that.
But she could hardly stand the next day as it was, so it’s probably better that she didn’t let him, though he was dying to and i couild tell she wanted SOMEONE to do it. Lucky I was there really. She would never have asked him the big question.
Fourteen inches.
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I think lucy is stunningly beautiful ur a veryy lucky man yes i know u hear that over and over its true .I think she will be a beauty for may years to come
yes u are a lucky man if i was marrired i would not want a black guy doing my wife .its great for u if u want that but thats just me .ur wife is a beauty .i bet the first time u laid eyes on her u knew right then in there u wanted her .hope u stayed married to her till ur in ur late 90s my her and u always have good health no i am not a dr lol just want to see u both happy
Roger, im an msn friend (so far) of Juicy’s and I have to admit, I take my hat off to you. You both are truly amazing people and brave enough to live the life you want, most people are too afraid and end up living a life of adultery and unhappiness, but what for others is adultery, for you is just sexual pleasure. I take my hat off to you two.