SUCCESS STORY - BILL and PEACHES: EASTER 1981

 

    They answered our ad in a swinger's magazine. The photos they sent hooked us. Peaches looked good in a tight bathing suit and Bill looked super cool standing by his van. His van was named "The Golden Touch" and as it turned out, that says it all. They came to visit Easter weekend. Our son was with his grandparents and we had the house all to ourselves. Bill looked even sexier and more appealing to my wife than he had in his photograph. Peaches on the other hand wasn't nearly so appealing in person. She was cold, quiet and obviously uncomfortable. She seemed a reluctant companion more than a participating partner. In addition, she had some horrendous looking stretch marks on her abdomen that all but destroyed her confidence in her own sex appeal. From the beginning, I was more interested in Bill and my wife than I was in Peaches.

    After the usual get acquianted chit-chat over drinks and a couple hits of good reefer, we started playing sexy poker. The chemistry between Bill and my wife was apparant the first time they touched each other. Peaches asked her husband to kiss my wife and the rest is history. If there's ever been a time when a woman was conquered by a single kiss, that was it. Bill didn't just kiss my wife, he fucked her with a kiss. It was the most arrousing kiss I've ever seen. My wife actually got off on it. I never saw her warm up to anyone as fast as she warmed up to Bill. I couldn't put my finger on it but the feeling in that kiss could not be denied. I think we all knew the kiss was evidence of some special chemistry or sexual compatibility between them that was even stronger than the excitement I felt watching it.

    Bill connected with my wife in a primal male/female way so compelling that from the moment they first kissed, they were like lovers. They made eyes at each other the rest of the game, just waiting for the pleasures that kiss told them they would find together. I was almost jealous for a minute or two. But mostly I was thrilled by the chemistry between them. I wanted him to fuck her as bad as she did - as bad as he did. I also wanted some photos of him fucking her. I knew it was going to be a hot, hot night. Unfortunately, the mechanics of playing cards seemed to inhibit the chemistry established by the kiss. The game was keeping Bill and my wife hot for each other, but it wasn't allowing them to have each other. Bill fingered, licked and sucked my wife all over the house. She responded by fondling. licking and sucking him with equal enthusiasm. She granted every one of my suck-Bill's-big-cock requests with a twinkle in her eye and a spring in her step. She really liked Bill and she really liked his thick black cock too. She made no effort to hide the fact that she wanted him between her legs. Whatever sex appeal is, Bill Golden had it.

    I knew for certain my wife was really enjoying herself when she responded to one of my "I-dare-you-to-suck-Bill's-cock-for-3-minutes challenges by looking at me with this big grin on her face as she grabbed Bill's cock and started sucking. I could almost hear her saying "This Bud's for you." She sucked his black cock like she enjoyed sucking it - like she wanted to suck it! She even tried to deepthroat him. And I think it really excited her that my dick was hard as I watched her going down on his dark tool. The fact that she was teasing me about doing it meant that she was definitely having a good time and that pleases me more than anything. When I stick a strange cock in my wife, I always want her to like it!

    After several more simulations and what seemed like hours of waiting, my wife and Bill finally got so involved there was no stopping them. They ended up on the floor by the sofa. My wife was under him with her legs lifted high. He had his stiff cock buried between her legs and they were really going at it. Peaches and I were sitting on the sofa watching them. I was stroking myself, totally lost in the heat of the moment. I was so hot and excited that I pretty much ignored Peaches all together. I tried to explain to her the effect watching her husband and my wife was having on me. I wanted her to understand why I only had eyes for them. She wasn't impressed with my explanation. I guess I wanted to apologize for not being interested in her. I'm sure she resented me for it. But she didn't dare spoil it for her husband. He was having the time of his life.

    I took advantage of Peaches silence by focusing all my attention on the shiney black cock Bill was happily shoving in and out of my wife's hairy pussyhole. I really got involved too. I somehow became him in my thoughts. It was me fucking my wife's pussy as much as it was him. It felt like his cock was my cock and I enjoyed getting my wife's white pussy as much as he did. Neither of us could fuck her hard enough or fast enough. While he was pumping his cock in and out of her pussy, Bill curled his hands around her upturned ass and started rubbing her anus with his fingertips. They whispered to each other - exciting little murmurs that I only caught bits and pieces of. My wife said something about "southern fried white pussy." Bill responded by driving his big dick it into her even harder. Suddenly he buried every inch of his cock in the darkness between her legs and stiffened all over. He pawed at her ass with his hands, straining as he emptied his passion inside her. My wife's orgasm was so intense and voacl, I thought for sure she'd break something. I don't think my wife or Bill either one felt the droplets of my orgasm hitting them from behind when they started cumming together.

    When it was over, he pulled his dark cock out of my wife's pussy and a trickle of sticky cumjuice leaked from between her pussy lips and formed a puddle under her ass. I loved it! It isn't often I get to cum like that. Bill was completely out of breath and gasping. My wife was basking in the warm afterglow that always follows a good orgasm. She was a vision of relaxed contentment with that huge I've-just-had-the-shit-fucked-out-of-me grin on her face. Somehow the circle had closed and we were all one - all part of the same magic moment. It was beautiful.

    Except for Peaches. She was a wet blanket after that, interfering more than helping - discouraging more than provoking. I think her husband's appreciation of my wife's white pussy was threatening to her. She didn't say that but it was certainly true. My wife, on the other hand, was really into it now. She seemed especially anxious to fuck Bill again, but she controlled herself, settling instead for some prolonged and very gratifying finger-fucking. Bill put one arm around his wife and whispered comforting words in her ear while his other hand stayed busy between her legs. His constant finger fucking kept her so revved up, she played with his cock and sucked it almost constantly. It was as if Peaches and I were not even there. Of course, with my insatiable wife fondling his cock and sucking on it all the time, Bill stayed in a constant state of erection. How he kept from cumming down her throat I'll never know. My wife still brags about Bill staying hard for her all night long.

    Bill and Peaches had to leave early the next morning. I knew my wife really wanted to fuck Bill again before they left so I sent her into the bathroom while he was in there, encouraging her to go for it, wanting it to happen so I could sneak in and watch. But Peaches made enough noise and created enough distraction to prevent any more fucking despite everyone else's desire for it. She actually went into the bathroom where he and my wife were. She pulled him away from my wife's eager mouth and scolded him for being so selfish. She said if he kept fooling around, they would be late for a family shindig at her Mother's house. He looked down at my wife, all hot and ready to fuck. But, as always, MOMMA won. He followed Peaches back into the other room and they left shortly afterward.

    After they left we only saw them one other time. It was at Marigold's in DC. Bill was the same. My wife was the same. And I was as eager as ever. Peaches however was still a wet blanket. We all knew she would prevent another hook-up like the last one so we contented ourselves with flirting, teasing and thinking about it half the night. Finally all the teasing got the best of us. As my wife and Bill started slow dancing, something happened between them just as had at our house. It was like the first time they kissed all over again. My sexy wife turned her back and pressed her ass against his crotch right there on the dancefloor. He reached around her body and put his hands inside her blouse. She kept rubbing her soft ass cheeks against his hardness as he pulled up her bra and started playing with her titties. He got her blouse open wide enough that everyone in the place could see his dark hands on her big white titties. The power of their desire for each other took over the whole room, arousing others and leaving me breatless and weak kneed. No one could take their eyes off of those two. Then my wife bent forward at the waist, pressing her generous ass against him suggestively. Bill stood behind her, gripping her hips and fondling her breasts as he hunched against her, pressing his hardness against her soft ass. For all intents and purposes he was fucking her right there on the dance floor. She rolled her hips against him submissively, obviously greatly arroused. "Fuck my ass!" she squealed, pressing her ample bottom back against his thrusting hips. And, for a moment, every eye in the place was riveted on my wife and her black lover. We all stood there watching him fuck her ass right thru their clothing. We could all feel the heat. The excitement wasn't just mine or theirs, it was somehow everyone's for a moment. Hardons sprang up all over the place.

    The dance ended in a tremendous orgasm. I know my wife climaxed and I suspect Bill did too although I didn't inspect his undershorts to make certain. Mine own were certainly cum soaked. There were undoubtedly other who got off on it too. The aroma of sex, sweat, desire, and gratification was permeating the room and I knew a lot of people were going to be hooking up when they left the club.

    Unfortunately, the dance ended any chance for an actual reunion because Peaches took Bill away and wouldn't let him near us after that. But some of those turned on by my wife's dance techniques were quick to invite us to a party at a private estate outside town. Both the guys inviting us were black, but they assured us several other white couples were going to be there too. Already horny to the max because of her and Bill's simulated sex, I looked at my wife with naked desire and lust blazing in both my eyes. I wanted to go and she knew I wanted to go. She must have wanted to go too because she gave them her best "I-want-you-to-fuck-me" smile, and said she would be delighted to attend their party.

    So, we went. She was at her whorish best. She truly loves multiples and she got more than her share that night. Her poor pussy was so sore, she couldn't walk straight the next day. Great party! I'll have to tell about it sometime.....

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