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Subject: {ASSM} My Favorites REPOSTed: True Sty [?  ;^) ]
Date: Thu, 22 Nov 2001 07:10:05 -0500
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True Story


This is a true story that deals with sexual matters.  If you
shouldn't be reading it, or if you find sexual matters offensive,
please stop here.

     This is a first attempt.  Be nice.

     One of the promises Ruth and I made when we were first
married was that we would keep our sex life interesting and fun.
I was 22, and she had just turned 18 a month before our wedding.
(Yeah, I know - too young - but here it is 18 years later and we
are still together so go figure.)  Anyway, it was 1980 and we
wanted adventure.
     At first, we took baby steps.  I loved to have her wear
short skirts without panties when we went out.  Soon I was able
to convince her to keep her pubic region shaved.  We did a lot of
touching and fooling around in public, which Ruth loved (still
does).  Thinking about being exposed to others was an immediate
turn on for my wife.  This led to trips to the local adult
theater where Ruth would show more and more as she got hotter and
hotter.  She loved that guys were jacking off looking at her,
even though she wasn't willing to touch them. 
     For my part, watching guys jerk off to my wife started me
thinking and fantasizing about her making love to other men.  We
incorporated talking about it into our lovemaking, and the
resulting orgasms were so fantastic soon we were talking about it
every time we made love.  I suppose it was enevitable that we
would finally take the next step.
     One of our early discoveries were vibrators, and Ruth loved
them.  So much so that with 4 months she had worn out her first
one.  For a week she had bugged me about getting her a new one,
and finally I told her if she wanted one that bad she would just
have to stop at an adult bookstore on her way home from work and
get it herself.  Shyness was never a problem for Ruth, so she had
no problem doing so, and when I arrived home to an empty house
one evening, I realized she must be running her errand as she
always beat me home.  The thought of my hot young wife in an
adult bookstore all alone had me hard in no time.  (This is
probably a good place to stop for a description. Since this is a
true story, there won't be any 38ee boobs or perfect Barbie
measurements. However, it is no exageration to say Ruth was, and
is, a looker.  At 19 she could have been a model.  5'9", 125,
34-21-35, perfect skin, brown hair, and the most perfect brown
eyes God ever made.  Legs?  Oh yeah.  Although I'm 5'10", her
waist is a good 6 inches higher than mine.)  When Ruth walked in
she looked anxious, and I asked her what was wrong.      
     She was shaking when she answered,  "Honey, when you talk
about wanting to see me with a guy are you serious?"
     It was my turn to be anxious.  I could feel my heart
pounding.  I was stunned.
     "Maybe you need to tell me a little more here." I said. 
     Ruth told me she had been followed out of the bookstore by a
guy who struck up a conversation with her about how hot he
thought it was that she would go into a bookstore alone.  As I
said, Ruth isn't shy, so she had no problem having this
conversation.  He asked her if she wanted to get together, and
although Ruth found him attractive she told him it depended on
what I would say.  She did give him her phone number and asked
him to call her in an hour.

Now she was asking me what I wanted to do.  I was feeling a lot
of things, mainly my heart pounding in my chest.  Finally I was
able to tell her I thought our marriage would survive and it
sounded hot. 
     Almost like magic the phone rang.  Ruth answered it, and the
seductive and wanton tone she took told me it was him.  She
invited him over and he said he would be there in half an hour. 
To say we waited nervously is an understatement.  Well, at least
I was nervous.  Having won my permission, Ruth settled into a
calm anticipation.
     Bob arrived almost exactly on time.  I was feeling the mixed
bag of excitement and jealousy you would expect as we made small
talk.  Ruth had said he was cute, and I couldn't deny he was a
handsome man.  Ruth was practically purring.
     After a few minutes of small talk there was an awkward,
embarrassed silence finally broken by the sound of the zipper
being lowered on Ruth's pants.  She shimmied out of them,
revealing her long legs to Bob.  He moaned at the sight, although
whether it was her legs, her lack of panties, or her shaven pussy
that brought on the moan I don't know. 
     I was pleased that she turned her first attention to me. 
She kissed me and unzipped my jeans, pulling my hard cock out
into the open.  I was in heaven when she sunk to her knees and
engulfed me in her mouth.  After a few minutes she turned her
attention to Bob.  He had already taken his cock out, and
presented it to her waiting lips.  As I watched my wife take
another man's cock into her mouth I felt a pang of anxiety.  His
cock was bigger than mine.  Now, since this is a true story, I'm
not going to tell you it was foot long.  It wasn't.  It looked to
be a couple of inches longer than my 5", and slightly bigger
around.  The truth of the matter is that even to this day Ruth
orgasms easily and frequently when we make love, so I know I
please her.  But I am a man, after all, and seeing his larger
organ sent me into a near panic.
     Ruth really went to work on it.  She sucked and licked him
like a mad woman, and he was soon moaning and groaning loudly. 
That's when Ruth pulled him down on his knees to kiss her, then
turned her back on him and snuggled her ass cheeks against him.
     Staring into my eyes she said, "Bob, I want you to fuck me
now.  Fuck me hard."
     All I saw was her eyes as he entered her.  First they
widened as she took in a breath, then they closed as she let it
out, her lips forming a perfect ring and her face reflecting the
rapture she felt.  I didn't really watch this man fucking my
wife.  I watched my wife.  I watched her react to him - the way
her body moved.  I saw her first quick orgasm hit.
     Moving up to her, I placed my cock at her lips.  Ruth sucked
it in.  She tried to concentrate on giving me pleasure, but her
own pleasure was too great.  After a few seconds her mouth went
slack and my cock dropped out.  I tried a couple more times with
the same results.  Finally I sat back in an armchair and watched.
 Ruth raised her body up and he pulled her sweater over her head
revealing her beautiful breasts.  When she turned her head to
kiss him, his hands went to her breasts.  I could see her pussly
lips being spread, and on each stroke I saw his balls press
against her pussy.  Ruth seemed to be having one continual
orgasm, or maybe it was just a series of them.  Bob lowered her
to the floor and began roughly pounding into her.  Ruth exploded
in the most powerful orgasm I had ever witnessed and Bob followed
close behind.  After spending his seed deep in my wife Bob pulled
her back up to kiss him.  I was transfixed as I watched his
softening cock release from her pussy.  A moment later a long
rope of his cum slid from her and pooled on the floor.
     Things gradually cooled down, and Bob dressed while Ruth
remained naked.

He told us he and his wife were having a get together with a guy
they knew for an intimate party, and asked if we wanted to come.
I was surprised when Ruth answered for us and said we would be
there.  Bob wrote down his address, gave us directions and the
time, and left.  I moved to Ruth and we began to kiss. My fingers
found her pussy and I was soon sliding my fingers through the
combination of her juices and his cum.  When I tried to enter her
though, Ruth said what she really needed was a mouthful of my
sperm.  I was happy to oblige, and so turned on that I gave it to
her much sooner than I expected.
     We went to the party that night, and started down a road
that led to fulfillments we could never have imagined.  If I get
enough feedback, I will continue writing about our adventures.

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