Chapter 01
My name is Clare, and this is the story of how my husband and I were in our 40s when we became habitues of adult book stores. It was a complete departure from our normal lifestyle. Like most couples, we had pillow talk about our sex fantasies. However, until that fateful day, Eric convinced me to visit an adult bookstore; it was just that, pillow talk!
Our wildest moments were usually at our cabin on the lake. There I indulged my exhibitionist fantasy. I love walking around our cabin naked and fucking under the stars! It adds an element of danger, knowing that anyone walking on the beach could catch us. It was this desire to see and be seen that I craved. Eric and I fantasized about what we would do if caught.
Our adult bookstore adventure started one weekend when we drove home from our summer home on the lake. We made the drive most weekends to enjoy the beach and relax a little. Our cabin has a semi-secluded beach, and generally, in the evenings, we made love outdoors under the stars.
The drive home could be stressful as the expressway can be bumper to bumper at times, especially if there has been an accident. When that happens, we got off the expressway and took the back roads home.
It’s a picturesque drive, winding along the two-lane road hugging the Lake Michigan shore. Interesting kiosks, shops, and farmer’s markets lined the road. Our usual two-hour drive began taking three or four hours as we cruised the shops.
The drive also took us past an adult bookstore just off the road with adult video booths in the back and behind the stalls a small adult theater. It took a while, but Eric finally talked me into stopping so we could check out the place.
I was very nervous as we entered and browsed the magazines, adult videos, vibrators, etc. I was the only woman in the place, and I noticed the men checking me out. It was exciting being ogled by a bunch of horny men, but I was concerned about bumping into someone we knew. None of my friends or church members would ever suspect that I would be in such a place.
I followed Eric into the back of the bookstore, where there were small video booths. He pulled me into one, locked the door, put in some dollar bills in a slot, and the screen lit up with a movie where two hung men were spit roasting a pretty blond girl.
It was a very naughty movie showing one of our fantasies of sharing me. It wasn’t up to the quality of our private pornography collection but exciting nonetheless.
My husband pulled my top down and sucked on my nipples while unbuckling my jeans and pulling them down along with my panties’ I offered token resistance but was exciting by this new addition to our sex life.
Eric sucked my tits and rubbed my clit until I came on his fingers. I pulled out his cock, took him in my mouth, and sucked him until he came, filling my mouth with his seed. It was exciting and terrifying to be naked in a public place, sucking him off.
I kept cutting my eye at the locked door, simultaneously fearing and hoping someone would walk in. I envisioned a scene of a shocking encounter with the intruder threatening to blackmail us unless he fucked me.
When we left the booth, Eric wanted to go into the theater, I was curious, but I said no, and we left the store.
We began taking that way home Sunday afternoons more often, visiting the quaint shops and stopping at the adult bookstore. We would go into a video booth and have our fun. I particularly liked being naked, sucking Eric’s cock, and/or having him take me doggie style.
After our first visit, I hung my head when we exited the video booth, feeling ashamed knowing the men suspected what Eric and I did. I began to flirt a little on subsequent visits, smiling at the men in the book store as Eric and I left. I imagined they knew we fucked and wanted to fuck me. It gave me such a rush!
Each visit, Eric asked about going into the theater. I was curious but reluctant. Eric and I built our air castles of kinky sex while lying safely in our bed; I wasn’t sure if I wanted to move in and set up housekeeping!
I finally agreed to do it one time if he would quit asking me. I was dying to see what went on in the theater but didn’t want to seem too eager.
I wore a short jean skirt and a tank top, bikini panties, and no bra on the way home from the lake. I rarely went braless since my breasts were so large and tended to jiggle a lot. Eric was ecstatic and couldn’t stop playing with them. He had me flash a few truckers, eliciting repeated blasts of truck air horns.
I often fantasized on these drives home about following a trucker into a truck stop. I would tease him while sitting at one of those picnic benches until he took me into the cab of his truck and fucked me while Eric watched.
A little about us: I was about 48 years old at the time and carrying the extra weight of having three children; two daughters, 22 and 19, and my firstborn, a 30-year-old son. I was about 200 pounds, 5’6″ with electric blue eyes, honey gold blond hair, outsized 44DD boobs from breastfeeding, and a shaved pussy. Eric was 49, 5’11”, and 220 pounds. Neither of us was sex model material unless you’re into plus-sized porn stars.
I was a nervous wreck as we walked into the store, and Eric paid to get into the theater. Ladies were allowed in free with their husbands or male friend.
The theater was small, with four rows of eight seats per row with four seats on each side of the aisle. We waited in the back until our eyes adjusted to the light and then found two seats away from five men scattered around the theater.
The movie was very naughty. It was about a sorority where the initiation was to suck off members of the brother fraternity.
I glanced over at two guys sitting across the aisle from me, and both of them had their cocks out and were slowly jerking off while looking more at me than at the movie.
“They’re jacking off and watching me,” I whispered to Eric.
“That is what most guys do in an adult theater.” He started pulling my halter top down. “Why don’t we give them something to look at,” he said.
“Stop! I’m not sure if I want to…!”
I put my hand on him to stop him, but he got my top up over my tits and started playing with my nipples.
When my husband touches my breasts, the good feelings went right to my clit. I was already very horny from flashing the trucker drivers, watching the movies, and watching the guys playing with themselves. It seemed like I was spying on them doing something that was usually a very private act.
When I was a teenager, I spent the night at a girlfriend’s house. We were in bed together, fooling around when her older brother came home and went into his bedroom down the hall.
“I bet he is going to jack off,” she said, squeezing my tit, “because he is home so early. I bet he didn’t get any from his date. Do you want to go see my brother’s cock?”
I had never seen a man’s penis in real life and had never seen a guy jack off. I readily agreed, and we crept down the hall. His bedroom door was open a bit.
My girlfriend looked in, smiled at me, and motioned for me to take a look. Her brother was on his back, completely naked and stroking a very stiff, very large penis.
I had changed baby boy’s diapers while babysitting but had no idea that a man’s penis would get so big. We watched him as he started to stroke faster and faster until he groaned and shot a geyser of cum that arced through the air and splattered on his chest.
It was the hottest thing I saw to that point in my life. To this day, I get off on watching Eric masturbate and cum on his chest. I usually lick it off afterward.
“He does that all of the time,” she said when we went got back to her room.
My girlfriend and I sat in her bed with her legs around me and my legs on top of hers. We were kissing and fingering each other while we talked about her brother. I got so hot with the image of her brother’s cock that I was surprised when she went down on me for the first of many times in our friendship.
I was 18 and still a virgin. My entire sex life was the things my nineteen-year-old girlfriend and I did to each other. It’s a wonder I didn’t become a lesbian!
I was naive enough to believe that her brother accidentally left his door open. I discovered later it was a game my friend and her brother played. They would leave their bedroom doors cracked so they could watch each other masturbate. She and I were in our 30s before she admitted it was a setup and that she and her brother had sex for years.
That afternoon, lying in her bed 69ing, I fantasized about why we didn’t just walk in on him masturbating and what might have happened. As usual, the fantasy caused me to cum hard.
Fantasizing about her brother while she and I made love sure made an impression on me, and maybe that is why watching the guys at the theater made me so horny.
My husband pulled my skirt up. I made a half-hearted attempt to stop him, but as soon as he put his fingers in my panties, I was a goner. I was living my exhibitionist fantasy.
The guys were watching Eric finger me as they stroked themselves. I laid back in my seat, watching them stroke their cocks. Eric pulled down my panties and started to rub my clit with his thumb while finger fucking me. Again it was an exhilarating and terrifying experience, only more intense than when we were in the video booth.
One of the guys moved to the row in front of me with his penis in hand. Two other guys followed. I was in hog heaven, nearly naked, my legs spread on the seat, with Eric fingering me while I watched them jerk off.
“Play with yourself,” Eric said,” removing his fingers from my dripping hole “open up your legs wider so the guys can see your pussy better.”
I did as he asked, spreading my pussy with one hand while rubbing my clit with the other. I was embarrassingly wet. I could feel my juices leaking from my pussy and running between my ass cheeks.
Eric eyed the guys masturbating, stood, took out his dick, and stroked, watching me just as he did at home when I masturbated for him.
“Put your finger in your pussy,” he said.
Again I complied, gasping as my finger entered my hole. I was finger fucking myself and watching my audience masturbating when one of the guys reached out to touch me. I tensed, unsure if I wanted my exhibitionism to go that far.
“You can watch but not touch her, and you can’t cum on her,” Eric said, waving him back.
I was disappointed but kept it to myself. I fantasized about the guys mauling my tits while jacking off on them, creating a creamy mess. I could not believe I was fingering myself in front of three strange men with their hard cocks right in front of my face while Eric watched his naughty wife frig herself.
“I am going to cum,” the guy on the right said.
He turned down the row, shot a stream on the floor, pulled up his pants, and left. It was fascinating watching the guys seeing the different sizes and shapes of their cocks and how they all jerked off differently. I watched, imagining sucking their dicks while I fingered my pussy. It made me so hot knowing they were watching me and could hear my pussy making wet sounds.
The other two guys started jerking faster and faster and turned sideways and shot their cum as I let out a moan and had one of the biggest orgasms of my life. That set Eric off, and he shot 5 or 6 spurts on the floor at my feet.
I sat there, my legs spread, my juices running down my thighs, bathing in the afterglow. The realization hit me that I was sitting nearly naked in a filthy adult movie theater with pools of drying cum around me. I was suddenly very embarrassed.
“Let’s get out of here,” I said, pulling down my top, my panties up, and my skirt down. The incident was surreal, and I wanted to get out of there as fast as possible.
“What do you think,” Eric asked on the drive home?
“I do not know what came over me to make me act like such a bad girl,” I told him.
” I really like it when you are a bad girl,” he said. “Would you do it again?”
“We’ll see,” I told him, “how bad do you want me to be?” He didn’t answer, but I already knew what my answer would be. My first exposure to an adult bookstore appetite whetted my appetite for more!
We took the same route each weekend, eschewing the interstate regardless of the traffic. I told Eric it was about the shops. I knew it was about me and the naughtiness of the bookstore.
Eric kept asking me to go back to the adult bookstore and back into the theater. He told me it was exhilarating to watch me expose myself to the guys in the theater and how much they enjoyed looking at me playing with myself.
I did not tell him how exciting it was to watch the guys jerking off and how horny it made me, knowing how much I had turned them on and made them cum just by looking at me.
It wasn’t too many weeks later that I let him “talked me into” stopping at the theater again. I was so nervous that I was shaking. It was a Sunday afternoon, and only a few guys were watching the show.
As we took our seats, I noticed that they all had their cocks out and stroking them while watching the movie but stopped when they saw Eric and I sat down. They began watching us.
We watched the film for a while, and Eric started to touch me, lifted my top, and began toying with my nipples. When the guys saw this, they began to jerk again, and I got very horny watching them playing with their dicks.
My husband unbuckled my jeans and slid down my zipper to get his hand into my pants. He started touching my pussy through my panties, running his fingers up and down my dripping wet slit.
Eric had me stand and pull my jeans and panties down to get his fingers in me. It was surreal, undressing while the men stroked their cocks, watching me. My pussy was so wet it was dripping! I sat back down and again and let Eric play with me while the men watched and masturbated.
The guys again came over, and two guys stood in the row in front of us, and one guy stood to my right. They played with their beautifully stiff dicks while having a closeup view of my tits and my spread shaven pussy. Eric again told them they could watch but not touch. He stood up and took down his pants, and began to stroke his cock.
I rubbed my clit and fingered myself, having numerous petite orgasms until the two guys in front grunted and spewed their seed on the floor. That set me off, and I came hard, creaming on my fingers. The two guys in the front left, leaving just the guy on my right. He was a younger guy with a penis larger than any I had ever seen.
“Give him a hand,” Eric whispered in my ear.
“Are you sure?”
Eric and I discussed expanding our game while making love on our patio. I initiated the conversation, but Eric was quickly into it, discussing how far we would go. We agreed that if there weren’t too many men in the theater, I could touch their cocks. We didn’t want to be overwhelmed with men lining up to have me jerk them off, although the idea was tantalizing.
The young man’s cock was thick, long, and a startling shade of purple. His shaft and his hand gleamed with copious amounts of precum. I ached to touch him, to try to wrap my hands around his girth and run my fist up his length! I stood up still naked, reached over, and wrapped my fingers around his very stiff penis.
His cock was warm and slick with precum, and my fingers barely met around his girth. I looked at him and smiled my sexiest smile.
The guy gave me a big smile as I stroked him, rubbing the soft spot under the glans and tickling his balls. It didn’t take very long until his penis began to swell in my hands, and he thrust his hips and groaned. I jerked him faster until he shot a load on the floor. Inevitably some of his seed got on my hands. Eric didn’t notice, so I surreptitiously licked it off. I thought my head would explode as the man’s taste and scent assaulted my senses.
I knew we weren’t done when I saw Eric’s was still hard. I leaned over his seat, took him in my mouth, and started sucking on his hard cock. The young guy got hard again, watching me suck my husband. I ached for him to come closer. I wanted to suck him also. I fantasized about going back and forth from Eric’s cock to the young guy’s cock until they both came in my mouth and on me!
Eric reached around and put his finger in my pussy, and I sucked him faster, all the while watching the other guy. Eric came in my mouth just as the guy spewed his seed on the floor. He thanked us and hurriedly left.
We both got dressed and left. We had taken our little outing to the next level. I had touched another man’s cock and jacked him off, and sucked off my husband in an adult theater. I knew we were going to go back again and I couldn’t wait!
We continued to stop at the adult theater on our drive home from the lake. I began wearing sheer blouses with no bra and short skirts with no panties. We continued selecting random guys for me to jerk off. The cocks were of all sizes, and they came in varying amounts. I was sexually active before I met and married Eric, but I had never seen such a variety of penises or quantities of cum!
The bookstore became my obsession! It occupied my thoughts every moment. I even thought about the bookstore when Eric and I fucked whether at home or on the beach. Eric, the poor baby, commented on my renewed libido as he struggled to keep up. I was hooked!
We began to eschew the video booths, spending our Sunday afternoons in the theater. We would take our seats and watch the movie. I would look at the crowd to see what was going on. Usually pretty much the same, with different guys jerking off as they watched the movie. I developed a fetish for watching guys playing with themselves. I loved the chance to “spy” on them, and it made me very horny.
One Sunday, when we walked in, there was a couple in the row to our right. She was topless, and her manfriend was playing with her tits. The guys watched her as her friend put his hand in her pants and started to rub her pussy. She humped his fingers, and it wasn’t long before I could tell she was having an orgasm.
She then unzipped his pants, pulled out his stiff cock, and sucked him while stroking his shaft. The guys were all standing around the couple jerking, and a couple of them shot their loads as they watched. She started to move her head up and down faster until the guy said I am going to cum.She kept on blowing him until he came into her mouth. The couple got dressed and left, much to the disappointment of the two guys who had not cum who were hoping for a turn in her mouth.
I was jealous that she was getting the attention that was usually reserved for me. I was happy when they left.
Eric undressed me and rubbed my pussy until I came while the guys came over and watched me as they continued to jerk off.
“You guys can’t touch or cum on her,” my husband told them.
“But if you’re good, I will finish you off,” I said, simpering.
After I came, I stood up, and I reached over to the first guy and pumped him until he shot on the floor. The second guy moved over, and I did the same until he blasted out with a groan.
There were four guys in the theater the next time we went. They were doing their thing as I watched them pleasure themselves. I had become addicted to the sight of men jacking off, to the different sizes and thickness of their cocks, and my pussy flooded as I watched. I imagined how they would feel in my mouth and my pussy.
There was a very young man sitting across the aisle and a row up from me. He was good looking and had a very nice penis. I watched him slowly running his fingers up and down his magnificent penis. It was long, thick, veiny and the head was a brilliant shade of purple from him gripping it and jacking. When he noticed me looking, he colored deeply and put it back in his pants.
We watched the movie while Eric played with my tits with my top over my breasts. As he played with my nipples, he pulled up my skirt to my waist and put his finger in my pussy. I slid forward in my seat, and he pulled my panties down, and he started to finger fuck me.
All the while, I watched the good looking guy. I was disappointed that he watched me but did not pull his cock out.
“Play with your clit,” Eric said as the guys came over and watched me masturbate. I did, imagining sucking all of those cocks and tasting their cum. I came hard, my body tingling all over.
The young guy stayed in his seat, much to my disappointment, while I jerked off the guys who watched me jill myself. One guy left, and the other two sat back down.
“What about him,” Eric said, pointing at the young man?
“I think he is shy.”
“Why not ask him if he would like a private show.”
“What are you talking about,” I asked?
Eric was proposing a new wrinkle in what had become our weekly ritual. I understood the implications but wanted to be sure.
“Take him in the video booths where you gave me a blow job and let him have a look at you. See if he wants a show, and tell him to meet you in video booth #3. Give me a minute, and if he is interested, I will be waiting in booth #2, where I can watch.”
I ached to see that guy and touch his penis. I got up and moved to the seat next to him. He jumped when I squeezed his cock through his pants. I unzipped his pants, pulled out his tool, and stroked it, reveling in this thoroughbred of cocks.
“If you want a private show, meet me in video booth #3.”
“What about him,” the young guy nervously said, looking at Eric sitting next to me watching boggle-eyed. I initiated the action by unzipping the guy and stroking his dick.
“It’ll just be you and me in the booth.”
My husband and I left the theater, and I went into booth three and Eric into booth two to listen and watch into my booth. He had me leave the door unlocked in case it got out of hand.
I was pretty sure the young guy would not show up, but I was so nervous I could hardly breathe.
A few minutes later, he opened the door to my booth and stepped in.
“What do you want to see,” I said, closing the door but not locking it?
“Everything,” he said.
I pulled off my shirt and hung it on the doorknob, and then removed my skirt. The young guy was sitting on the bench
“Put some dollars in the machine,” I said
He did, and the booth lit up.
“Take your cock out,” I said.
He stood up and pulled down his jeans, and out came his beautiful cock.
“Don’t touch it now cause I think I will cum if you do.”
“Don’t worry,” I said, “I will take care of that after we are done.”
I played with my nipples and then my pussy. I was dripping wet as I began to rub my clit. He was dressed casually in jeans, t-shirt sneakers, and a baseball cap. He asked me if I would put my feet on the bench so he could see my pussy better. I did and opened my pussy with my fingers to let him see it.
“Can I eat your pussy,” he asked? He leaned close enough I could feel his breath on my thighs
“No, just look,” I said. I wanted the young guy to eat me, but this was still my husband’s game, and he set the rules.
The guy unexpectantly put both hands behind me, grabbed my ass, and pulled my pussy to his mouth. I could have stopped him, or I could have yelled for Eric. After all, I left the door unlocked for just such an unexpected consequence like this. I did neither, opening my legs to allow the young man better access to my cunt.
His tongue felt incredible, flicking back and forth across my sensitive bud. I grabbed the back of his head, pulling him tighter to my pussy, nearly smothering him. He stuck a finger in me, fingering me as he licked away at my hole like a starving man.
“Eat me, you bastard, eat me!”
He mumbled, probing deeper in my pussy with his tongue and fingers.
I felt a huge orgasm coming on that I couldn’t hold back. I came all over his face, for the first time in my 48 years, squirting like a firehose. I held him tight to my hole as he struggled to pull back. When my orgasm abated, I released his head, and he pulled his head away, his face and hair covered with my pussy juice.
“Stand up,” I said, grabbing his penis and slowly stroking him.
Each time he was close to cumming, I stopped. He would groan, his eyes mere slits. I did this to him a few times to make it last. I was in charge and loving it!
“Are you ready to cum for me,” I asked him?
“Oh my god, please, please don’t stop.”
I tickled his balls and went a little faster on his shaft. He grabbed my naked breast, squeezing as he shot load after load all over my face and chest. His sudden explosion tripped a trigger in me, and I came again while rubbing his cum from my eyes and spreading it over my breasts.
I clean up as best I could while we dressed. He left, and I waited in the booth until Eric opened the door. I was concerned that I had taken our game further than we agreed on.
“Have fun,” he asked, looking at my flushed face? “I know you did. I heard it all.”
“Yes, I did.” I hugged him. “It went farther than we agreed on. He ate my pussy and came on me.”
Eric unbuttoned my blouse, hungrily licked the cum from my breast as though it were an all-day sucker, and then took my nipple in his mouth. He massaged my sticky jug while sucking my nipple. I was stunned and held his head to my bosom until he stopped. Eric had licked another man’s cum from my tits!
“I suspected that when I heard the slurping sounds,” he said, wiping his mouth with his hand. “How was it?”
“Exciting!” I was trying to process what was happening.
“Did you want to suck him?”
I paused, knowing my answer would change our relationship forever.
“Yes, I did!”
“Would you fuck him?”
“Yes!”
Chapter 02
Our sex life at home was off the charts! For the first time in years, Eric was more than one and done. We fucked talking about our escapades and planning the next one. Eric was particularly fascinated with the young guy eating my pussy. He wanted exhaustive details about how far his tongue penetrate me, how it felt, and how hard I came.
He was uncertain why he licked the cum from my jugs.
“Did you like the taste,” I asked?
“It was okay,” Eric replied, looking at his hands as though he had just discovered them. It was somewhat like a boy who was caught with his hand in the cookie jar. The cookie was good, but now he waited for his punishment
“Would like to watch someone eat me out?”
We were lying in bed after what were becoming marathon fucking sessions. I stroked Eric’s limp cock while two loads of his sperm leaked out of my pussy, staining the sheets. Our relationship had deepened but changed. Whereas before, I was the reluctant one, now I wanted to experience all of my fantasy, and I had to push Eric.
“I’m not sure. What would I be doing?”
“You can watch, or you can let me suck that beautiful cock while I get ate out.”
His cock twitched and began to harden as he imagined the scene.
“What if one of the guys wants to go further?”
I leaned across his belly and licked his cock, coated in our juices. It was a taste I was coming to love. I wondered how a stranger’s cock would taste covered in my pussy juices and his cum.
“We’ll go only as far as we agree to. If you want to watch me get fucked, I’ll do it for you!”
He didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. His cock stiffening in my mouth was my answer. My husband might not admit it, but he wanted to watch me suck and fuck.
It was late summer. We were closing up the cabin for the winter. If we were going to live out our fantasy, this trip was our last chance.
Saturday night, for the first time, we walked naked from our cabin down to the beach. Usually, we concealed ourselves among the scrub growth on the beach, partially hidden.
We lay down on the sand and chatted about what might happen Sunday. I straddled Eric, guided his cock into my hole, and began slowly riding him. The waves breaking on the beach provide the rhythm, the soft evening breezes were like an audience commenting on our performance, and the moon was the spotlight, illuminating us for all to see!
“After I suck the lucky guy’s cock, should I ride him like this?”
“I’m not sure. I want to see the guy’s cock in you. Maybe doggie style is best.”
“If we decide on doggie, do you want to lie under us and watch his cock in my pussy?”
I gently probed, trying to see how far my husband’s new kink went. He licked a stranger’s cum from my tits; would he like cum straight from the tap, so to speak?
“I think I’d like to watch you just like this but in a reverse cowgirl so I could see his cock in you.”
Eric’s cock jerked, then swelled as he came in me. I was close behind, rocking my man and me to orgasm.
The next day I wore a new dress we bought just for this occasion. It buttoned up the front, allowing me to get naked and just as quickly get dressed.
To our disappointment, the theater was nearly empty. One young guy looked barely old enough to be in an adult theater. We knew he was because we witnessed college guys not being allowed if they were under 18 years old with three pieces of ID proving it.
I indicated that Eric should take a seat on the aisle while I sat next to the guy. He was sitting on the aisle across from Eric. He was obviously a newbie because he tried to stuff his cock back in his jeans.
‘Excuse me,” I said, pointing to a seat down the row from him, “Is anyone sitting there?”
Before he could answer, I squeezed between him and the seat in front of him, letting him get a good look and smell of my ass. I was so hot and wet I could smell my arousal.
He tried to stand to allow me through. I pretended to lose my balance, landing in his lap. I had undone the bottom three buttons of the dress, so it rose to my waist, revealing my cunt.
“Well, since I’m in your lap, would you like a lap dance,” I smiled?
He gurgles something unintelligible as I rotated my hips on his lap. His rigid tool slid back and forth across my pussy lips. I couldn’t tell whether it was my wet pussy or his precum-coated cock that provide the lubrication.
Eric had turned sideways in his seat, watching intently. As much as I enjoyed the feel of this young man’s tool sliding across my labia, I knew this performance was also for my husband.
I undid the remaining buttons and turned and straddled the startled young man.
“Here, baby, You don’t have to do it yourself! Let momma do it.”
My boldness amazed me. At the start of the summer, I was reluctant to go to an adult bookstore. Now I was sitting in a stranger’s lap, stroking his cock and preparing to let it penetrate me.
I rose, repositioned his cock at my entrance, and slowly slid down. Three people, Eric, the stranger, and me, groaned simultaneously. This young stranger with wide eyes, red hair, freckles, and nice sized cock was the first man other than Eric I fucked in my married life.
He let the seat back so that he was lying down. I placed my hands on his chest and began riding his cock. It felt incredible to have another cock in me after all of these years. He wasn’t that big or that long, but it was a different cock, and it felt good.
“Can you see, baby?”
Eric had moved across the aisle. He stood behind the guy looking at his cock in his wife’s cunt. I’ve been married to him for years. I never saw such a look. The look was a combination of anger, jealousy, humiliation, with lust laid over them. He was angry and humiliated that he was watching another man fuck his wife. He was jealous that I enjoyed fucking this stranger while filled with lust at his wife’s wanton display.
“Yes,” Eric mopped sweat from his face, ” you look incredible!”
“How about you, young man? Are you enjoying yourself?”
“Yes, ma’am,” he said, causing me to cringe a little. He was that young!
” Can I play with your tits?”
“Yes, yes, you can,” I said, undulating on his cock while stroking his longish ginger hair.
My son was 30, blond, and buff, yet I thought of him as I fucked this young man. I wondered how his cock would feel in his mother’s pussy.
“You look amazing, baby!” Eric took my hand and squeezed. “How does it feel?”
“Phenomenal! Just phenomenal!”
The young man nibbled on my nipple, causing me again to imagine it was my son fucking me. My pussy clamped down as my orgasm rolled over me. The unexpected tightness caused my young lover to cum. He swelled in me, and we came together.
When I opened my eyes, Eric was cumming into the open mouth of my erstwhile lover. His aim was horrible, spraying his seed over the man’s mouth, hair and chest. The young man gulped it down.
Help me up!” Eric took my extended hand. I swung my leg over my lover, dripping cum over his pants. He didn’t seem to mind; he had raised and had Eric’s cock in his mouth, sucking out the last drops.
I buttoned up, Eric zipped his pants, and we walked out of the theater into the bookstore.
“Do you want to clean up,” Eric said, indicating the ladies’ room.
“No, baby,” I said, holding his arm and laying my head on his shoulder, “I want to save that for you when we get home. You can lick me clean.”
Our life changed over that summer, aided by several trips to the adult bookstore. We haven’t looked back!