If you read this story, it is self explanatory as to why I needed help. It is long, but I wanted to tell the whole story just as it happened last week. I will try to get some photos of Julia submitted.

A Little Help
The elevator doors opened and we stepped off at the top floor, turned left down the short hallway and entered the Pfister’s top floor establishment known as Blu. I hung our coats on the rack and looked around the large room. Being a Wednesday night, the crowd was thin. Assessing the room quickly, I guided Julia to a couple of open chairs at the bar. She slid lithely into the tall stool and hung her purse on the back in a single graceful motion. Her short white dress rode slightly up her thigh exposing more of her milk-colored nylons that matched her dress so perfectly. It excited me just knowing these nylons were crotchless and Julia’s mostly shaved vagina was hidden from public view by only the thin material of her form-fitting dress. That was an exciting piece of knowledge. The very low-cut back was just a few inches above her butt cheeks. It made it quite obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra and that always excited me, too. This knowledge also reminded me of my skyrocketing frustration level as there was no physical reaction in my groin area.
“What would the lady like tonight?” queried the bartender.
“Oh, maybe a glass of cabernet…”
“Our special tonight is the Grey Goose Cosmo, if that might interest you.”
“Oooo, I haven’t had a cosmo in a long time. That sounds wonderful. Maybe I’ll have a cosmo and get the night going!”
“Sweetie, you know cosmopolitans can be a little strong for you,” I interjected. We had just finished dinner and Julia’s petite body was already working on the cabernet she’d enjoyed as we ate. I knew a cosmo on top of that would make her pretty loopy.
“It’s okay, you’re doing the driving and you promised me a good night out.” She turned back to the bartender and said, “Make me that cosmo, but make it small, please.” Smiling at me, “Okay?”
“Sure.” And I ordered my usual Glenlivet on the rocks, easy on ice.
While the bartender prepared our cocktails, Julia and I began to chat about our upcoming vacation plans for our winter escape. With the Wisconsin winter seemingly settling in very early, we were looking forward to getting out to Scottsdale for a couple of weeks. We love the desert. We love the warmth, the hiking, the restaurants, and she loves the shopping while I love the golfing. We are renting a nice condo for three weeks and plan to do a little touring around Texas as we make the drive to Arizona. We became fully absorbed in our planning and hardly noticed our drinks had arrived. When we did take note, we clinked glasses, “Cheers! Here’s to a nice warm winter in Arizona!” I said.
“I’ll drink to that!” The man’s voice came from the seat to the left of Julia. Julia turned in the direction of the voice, smiled and raised her martini-shaped glass to clink with the stranger. “So, you like Arizona?” he asked.
“Oh, we love Arizona,” Julia gushed. “We used to live there and really enjoyed everything about it! Have you been there?”
“I graduated from Arizona State and then lived there for another ten years. I loved it, too. Unfortunately, I had to move to Denver for a new job back in 2009… not that Denver is all that bad. I enjoy skiing and the rest of the outdoor lifestyle.”
“We used to ski, too, but haven’t for several years now. I remember once we skied Aspen as guests of an investment banker and we got to meet Stein Eriksen! In fact, we got to ski with him for most of a whole day…” And Julia went on to describe the events of that day, including the picture we took with Stein. Her behavior was very peculiar because she rarely opens up to strangers so readily, especially men. But in this case their conversation continued for at least fifteen minutes as they shared stories of restaurants in Scottsdale, hiking trails at Pinnacle Peak, skiing at Deer Valley with lunch at Stein Eriksen Lodge and on and on they went. Any time there was a lull in the conversation, he would ask her another question and off they’d go again. Very peculiar indeed. I just sat there as a quiet onlooker.
The stranger was a decent looking guy. Obviously worked out. Wore a tightfitting knit shirt and jeans. Based on the slightly greying hair, probably around forty-five, maybe a bit older. He laughed easily and smiled frequently.
Feeling a bit left out, I motioned for the bartender to refill my Glenlivet. He misunderstood and refilled both our drinks. A second cosmopolitan for Julia was out of the question and I began to object, but Julia stepped in, “Oh, thank you. That was delicious,” as she pushed her empty glass toward the bartender and picked up the replacement. She faced me for the first time in some while. “Cheers!” And we clinked glasses. She smiled beautifully at me and any objection I may have felt faded immediately. She was having fun and she deserved it. I smiled back at her.
We chatted quietly for a few minutes and then the stranger asked, “May I please buy you a drink? I came here tonight expecting to have a quick drink and hit the hay, but you have provided me with a better evening than I could have hoped for. It was so nice to remember the good times from my days in Arizona. You have made a road weary salesman very happy. Let me say thank you with another round.”
“Oh, no, I really couldn’t function at all with another cosmo. But thank you.”
“Then let me pay for your drinks.” And with that the stranger plopped a hundred-dollar bill on the bar and motioned for the bartender. One more for me and one for him,” he motioned to me, “But nothing for her just now.” The bartender stepped back and immediately began to pour. “By the way, my name is Mike.” He offered his hand to me. We shook briefly.
“I’m Peter and this is my wife, Julia.” He grasped Julia’s hand, but rather than shaking it, he bent his head slightly raised her hand to his lips and kissed lightly.
“It is so wonderful to meet such a beautiful, sexy woman in such an unexpected place. And with that, I must take my leave for a few minutes.” Mike turned and walked directly for the bathroom.
Julia turned back to me, her face aglow. Clearly, this stranger was making her warm inside. He was charming I had to admit. “Nice guy, huh?” I offered.
“He is. He is very nice.” She looked at me with a hint of a smile in her eyes. “Maybe tonight is the night you have talked about for so long.” She stood and hugged me tightly. The fact that she wore no bra was not lost on me, but still no reaction below my waist. “I’m going to the ladies’ room. Please entertain Mike until I return.” She walked away and I couldn’t help but watch her hips sway until she turned the corner.
In just a few minutes Mike returned and sat down. “You are a very lucky man to have a wife like that. When I was married my wife just wouldn’t take care of herself. She kept gaining weight and looking less attractive. Then she suddenly started working out and losing weight. She looked great – like when we’d first met. Things seemed to be getting better until one day she announced we are getting divorced. That rejection hurt, and it took me a while to get back my confidence. But your wife is so naturally warm and sensitive that…” his voice trailed off. “Well, she is just plain sexy. I hope you don’t mind me saying that. I wouldn’t normally say that to anyone about their own wife, but she is just amazing in that dress.”
“No, I am not offended, and yes, she is very sexy – in so many ways.” I debated in my mind whether to share more. Julia would return soon so I had to decide quickly. The silent pause was becoming uncomfortable and I decided to interrupt it. “Julia is a wonderful wife. Always has been. She works hard to maintain her fabulous body. And she does many things I ask her to do, even when they make her a bit uncomfortable.”
“Like what sort of things?” Mike’s eyebrows raised quizzically.
“Well, for example, that dress she is wearing. She isn’t fond of being in public in such provocative attire, but I asked her to do this for me tonight… and as you can see, she did it… for me.”
“And she looks hot.” Mike was clearly becoming more at ease with such comments about my wife.
“Yes, and as you can tell by the backless dress, she isn’t wearing a bra, which is quite uncommon for her.”
“Yes, it is easy to see a bit of her nipples now and again through the front of the dress.” Mike was becoming bolder by the minute. As was I.
“And something you cannot see is those are crotchless nylons she is wearing. No panties.” Mike sucked in his breath audibly. My mind was going crazy with erotic thoughts, but my cock remained flaccid. It was time to tell this stranger the rest of the story. “Mike, I’d like to share a very difficult story with you. Can you listen and withhold judgment until I finish?”
“Sure, Peter.” His eyes were kind and he settled back in his barstool to listen attentively.
“Julia and I always had a great sex life. We’ve been married over thirty years and I love her more every day. She is kind and caring and as you have noted, very sexy.” I paused to choose my words carefully now. “About three months ago I had my prostate removed due to cancer. Since then, I have been unable to…” my story line paused.
“Perform?” offered Mike. “My father went through that.”
“Yes. So, for more than four months Julia has not had sex. She has always loved sex every bit as much as me and while she doesn’t complain, I know she misses it terribly. We have tried all sorts of treatments, but nothing has worked. I can sometimes get an erection, but it dissipates before we can actually make love. Poor Julia has been so disappointed.” Mike’s face demonstrated the sympathy he was feeling. “We can kiss and caress and my dick will harden briefly, but not hard enough for sex. I have tried to satisfy her in other ways, but it just isn’t working. She needs more. She deserves more.” Mike’s face moved from sympathetic to curious. I mentally debated again. Should I confess this next part?
I decided to test those waters. “Julia has only ever had sex with me and her first husband. But over the past few years I have tried to get her to have sex with other men while I watch. The idea seems to stimulate her sexually, but she always demurs when I attempt to actually make something happen. She insists she wants no other man but me. That is up until tonight.”
“Really? What are you saying? Are you saying you want me to… with Julia? And does she want this?”
“I don’t know for sure, but before she left for the bathroom, she said my dream might come true tonight. It might be that all her sexual frustration is building to a point where she is willing to go further with the idea. But Mike, it will take a soft approach. She needs to feel safe. She needs to know that you find her attractive. And for me, this must be a one-night deal. No long-term romance. No long-term emotional bonds. But likewise, no slam bam thank you ma’am.” Mike was now leaning forward in his seat listening intently. Eyes fixated on mine. “She deserves more than I can give her. I am giving my wife to another man who can satisfy her sexually, but I am not giving my wife away to anyone.” I stopped. I waited.
Mike was about to say something when Julia was suddenly there standing directly behind Mike. “Hi there, boys. Your conversation looks pretty intense. Should I come back later?” She flashed her beautiful smile. I didn’t know how long she’d been there or what she may have overheard. Mike muttered something about keeping her seat warm and moved over to his own barstool. Julia slid into her seat again, this time her dress riding up even further than it had earlier. She perceived that both Mike and I had taken careful note of the delectable exposed thigh and smiled broadly.
“So, what were you two talking about?”
“Just guy stuff,” responded Mike. “Turns out my father had prostate cancer, too, so we compared stories. My dad was lucky because he recovered fully after surgery.”
“I told Mike that I was still on the road to recovery.”
“Well, it is good to know that full recovery is on the horizon.” She turned to me, “Wanna dance?” There was a small dance floor in the corner of the large room and the piped in music was always soft and slow.
“Sure.” We made our way to the dance floor and began to slowly gyrate. Julia held me close pressing her groin against mine, her breasts flattened against my chest. Again, my mind raced with erotic thoughts, but my cock refused to respond in the least. We danced through two songs and spoke quietly.
“What do you think of Mike?”
“Nice guy.”
“What did you mean when you said my dream may come true? Does that mean what I think it means?”
“Maybe. What dream are you thinking of?” she asked coyly. “You have so many.”
“I know how much you always enjoyed our sex and I know how much you miss it, so I was wondering…”
“I love you and I would rather have you without sex ever again than to take any chance of destroying what we have.”
“Yes, I know that and I feel the same way. But you know how I have always wanted to watch you with another man, so the fact that I can’t perform… well, I hope that makes it easier for you to enjoy the experience.”
“I don’t know, Sweetie.” She turned her head away. “I just don’t know if I can do that.”
“It is up to you, but just know that I love you and that won’t change no matter what.”
We held hands as we made our way back to the bar, and Mike.
“While you were gone, the bartender came around for last call. They are closing early tonight,” explained Mike. “I told them we didn’t need anything. I hope that was okay.”
Julia spoke up quickly, “Oh, that’s fine. I’m already feeling those two cosmos plenty. Anymore and I would need help walking!” she laughed lightly.
“Well, I wouldn’t have minded just a short one, but that’s okay,” I added.
“Sorry about that, Peter. I guess I should have asked.” Mike stood as if to leave, then added, “How about I buy you one from the bar in my room?” I paused, looking at Julia. She shrugged noncommittally.
“Okay. You’re on.”
As I grabbed our coats off the rack, Mike led the way to the elevator and pressed the down button. In just a moment the door opened and we stepped in. Mike punched nineteen, and in less than ten seconds we were traversing the floor around to the right. Room 1933. Mike swiped his key card and held the door open for us to enter. Julia hit the entry light switch and the light snapped to life. We stepped aside and Mike strode through the room and turned on the lamps near a sofa, over the desk and next to the bed. It was a standard Pfister room; slightly small, but well appointed. Half the bed was carefully made while the nearer half was turned down awaiting an occupant. I wondered what would happen next.
“Let me get you that drink. Julia would you like something? This minibar is pretty well stocked. Some wine? Beer? Shots of Tequila perhaps?” Mike chuckled and flashed a smile at Julia. “Here’s the scotch, Peter. Will Dewar’s do it?”
“Not my favorite, but it’ll do in a pinch.”
“I’ll have some wine if there’s a cabernet.” Julia seemed to be getting comfortable in the situation. I looked her over carefully. Her dress accentuated her petite body perfectly. Her perky breasts pressed firmly against the stretchy material. The curve of her hips was so inviting. I licked my lips as I ran my eyes up and down her body. But still no reaction.
“How about some music?” asked Mike. He went to the black box next to the bed and found an XM channel playing music similar to what we had danced to at Blu. Julia sipped her wine.
“How is it?” I asked.
“Not bad for a minibar.”
“Would you do me the honor of a dance, Miss Julia?” Mike bowed deeply in a mock gallant gesture.
“Oh, I don’t know…” Julia looked at me.
“Go ahead,” I said quietly. “He probably doesn’t bite.” Everyone chuckled a little nervously.
Julia got up from her chair leaving her drink on the small table. She walked very tentatively toward Mike who met her in the middle of the open area between the bed and the sofa. The music was something from the 1980’s, but I couldn’t name the tune. Mike placed his hands just above Julia’s hips and she placed her hands on his shoulders. They began to sway to the beat of the song. As they rotated, I could see at least six inches of open air between their bodies. They were talking low to one another and I couldn’t make out the words. I did notice that Julia rubbed her hands along Mike’s biceps admiringly. They were looking at each other, smiling, talking and quietly laughing. Then the song ended. Just as they began to part, the serene sounds of Johnny Mathis crooning Heavenly spilled out of the radio. “Oh, that is one of my favorite songs by my very favorite singer!” Julia gushed. It’s true. She loves Johnny Mathis. Been to see him in concert a dozen times.
“Then we must keep dancing,” exclaimed Mike as he pulled her back to him, this time pulling her body tightly against his own. No six inches of air this time. Julia didn’t seem to object. She laid her check on his chest and let her body ride the sweet wave of sound that is Johnny Mathis. I could tell that Mike was feeling her breasts pressing through the thin dress material and into his chest. His hands drifted lower as he pulled her closer to him. I could see that he was grinding his groin into her body. She was responding by pulling herself closer to him. Eyes closed, smile on her lips, she danced. It was clear she was enjoying this moment. And so was Mike.
After what seemed a very long time the song came to an end and Julia stepped back from Mike returning to her chair. Mike tried unsuccessfully to hide the bulge in his pants. It was quite ironic that he was just as excited by my wife as I, but only one of us was bulging.
It was my turn. “Julia, may I have this dance?” Julia smiled and joined me on the little dance floor while Mike watched.
I held Julia close and began to kiss her neck. After just a few seconds, I began to run my hands over her ass and then up to her breasts. At first Julia tried to push my hands away, but as I persisted, she relented. Her nipples soon hardened to my touch. As I maneuvered her around the floor, I motioned for Mike to come up behind her. I stopped kissing her neck and indicated for Mike to take over for me. He quickly obliged and pressed his lips to her soft flesh along her bare neck and shoulders. We three swayed to the music together; Julia in the middle of her two lovers. She bent her head lower to give Mike better access to her nape. She loved the special attention being provided there. Then slowly I reached up and grasped the two shoulder straps of her white dress – one in each hand. Gradually and deliberately I pulled the straps down and forward. Julia did not object. She did not struggle. Soon the top half of the form fitting dress was hanging down her front exposing those beautiful breasts to my ogle. Mike had noticed what I was doing and looked at me asking with his eyes if he could. I nodded. Mike’s hands moved down Julia’s shoulders, around to her front and began to caress her breasts. She shuddered and a soft moan came from her lips. Mike continued to massage her breasts and tease her nipples while I gently hiked her dress up exposing her nearly bare vagina. I placed one hand at the lips of her pussy and pressed inward slightly. Another moan. Louder this time. My body was tense with sexual desire. My cock was not. I pressed a finger inside Julia noting the extreme wetness. She was obviously enjoying all the attention her beautiful body was receiving. Removing my hand from her, I stepped back for a moment to take in the entire scene. Mike took this opportunity to place his own hands where mine had just been. Julia shuddered again, her body dipping slightly as her knees partially buckled. She turned her head up and back to face Mike, then reached her left arm around to grasp his head pulling his lips to her own. They kissed deeply. Then Julia did something I never expected. She pulled away from Mike turning to face him. She pulled her dress down over her hips and flicked it with one foot at the far wall. She now stood before him wearing nothing but the crotchless nylons. “I need you to make love to me right now… before I change my mind.”
Mike did not hesitate. He pulled her close and began kissing her again, tongues intertwining while his hands explored every part of her body. Julia’s hands were also busy unfastening his belt and tugging at his zipper. Soon she had everything opened, dropped to her knees and in a single motion pulled his jeans and boxers to his ankles. Mike deftly stepped out of the clothes kicking them aside. Julia reached out for the hard cock that was right in her face. Mike was well endowed. Not huge, but at least seven inches in length and reasonably fat. Certainly larger than my penis even before the surgery, which causes loss of length.
Then Julia did another very surprising thing. She took Mike’s cock in her mouth. You see, Julia doesn’t particularly enjoy sucking cock, and rarely does it with me. But she went at Mike as if it was a lollipop. Sucking, slurping audibly.
After just a minute or so, Mike pulled Julia to her feet and led her to the bed. He threw the comforter and blankets back with a single heave. He gently pushed Julia back onto the bed. She offered no resistance. He knelt by the bed, removed her crotchless nylons and began to use his tongue on her, starting with the inner thigh and working up until finally directing his flicks to her vaginal lips. His tongue teased and tormented her. She moaned and groaned as his tongue became continuously more earnest in its work. After a bit longer, he slid a finger inside her. Then two fingers. She writhed on the bed as she grabbed his hair and pressed his head tighter against her wide-open legs.
Then it happened. Something I have never been able to do. Julia had an orgasm while receiving oral sex. I have tried dozens of times, but her only orgasms were while having my penis inside her. Mike kept at his work as Julia gasped, groaned and writhed around the bed, grabbing two fists full of bed linens as she arched her back, offering Mike easier access to her pussy. She wasn’t screaming, but she was loud enough that I was concerned about what neighboring rooms might hear.
Her orgasm had barely subsided when she grabbed both sides of Mikes head and pulled him up to her face and began kissing him again. “Now fuck me,” she demanded. Mike wasted no time obliging her.
“Okay, baby, but I want you to stick it in yourself.” Julia reached down and grabbed his rock-hard cock and moved her body so as to align the head of his cock with her pussy entrance. She slid a little lower and pulled him toward her so the head of his penis was resting on her vaginal lips. Despite the size being more than she was accustom to, Mike’s entire length slid into her quickly and easily – a testament to the juices flowing from her orgasm of a few moments ago.
Mike began a slow rhythm. Pulling almost entirely out of her and then sliding slowly back in until his balls rested against her ass. They progressed through various styles of the missionary position. I knew by my own past experience the feelings Mike was having because Julia’s pussy is tight and she has fantastic muscle control. She can grab and hold your cock like you’re in a vice grip. It is an amazing feeling. Mike raised his torso up to the full extension of his arms and with the extra space between them I could get a better view of his cock as he buried it in my petite wife. The scene was incredibly hot and I was beginning to feel something arousing my own dick. Before long Julia began to maneuver her legs to the inside of Mike’s legs. This is her favorite position because it maximizes contact of cock with clitoris. This means she is moving rapidly to orgasm. Another few strokes and she will want it hard and fast, I know. Then Julia raised herself up on her elbows as Mike continued his slow pumping action. In this position Julia’s tits are as if on display making it impossible to resist grabbing and massaging them. Sure enough, Mike held himself up with one extended arm and used the other to fondle her breasts, paying special attention to her nipples with gentle tugs and squeezes. After a short time, Julia lay back down and placed her arms above her head. This was always my cue to grab her by the wrists and hold her down while telling her I was going to let other men fuck her. Our fantasies were widely varied in this regard, but always she would close her eyes imagining some stud ramming his big cock in her while she was held to the bed by his strong arms.
As if on cue, Mike instinctive grabbed Julia’s wrists locking her to the bed. He pulled his big dick almost entirely out of her soaked pussy and stopped. “What do you want now, baby?” he grunted.
“I want you to fuck me!”
“How do you want me to fuck you?”
“Fuck me hard and fast!” Julia’s head began to roll from side to side. “Just fuck me!” Mike slammed his cock all the way in with such force Julia grunted and her tits bobbed up and back down. Mike pulled out and stopped again.
“What do you want, baby?”
“I want you to fuck me! Fuck me! Give me your cum!”
And with that, Julia lost all control. Thrashing her head and body as much as was possible given her body was pinned by a combination of Mike’s hands and legs. She was able to move just enough to cause her breasts to wiggle and giggle from side to side as her nipples stiffened to full erection and the wave of orgasms overtook her body. While her orgasm racked the very core of her body, Mike pumped into her like a piston. Gone were the long, slow strokes. Now he was intense. His body slammed into hers with every thrust. I knew by experience that Julia was clamping onto his cock with her powerful pussy muscles driving him insane with desire. Then it happened. He began grunting like an animal and with just a few more thrusts, he plunged into her and held his position there as his body shuddered and twitched. He was doing as she’d asked, dumping his cum in her pussy. And there must have been lots of it because the shuddering and twitching seemed to go on endlessly. Finally, he pulled out about halfway and pushed in again letting out a final guttural sound as he emptied the last of his semen in her.
That’s when I noticed it. My penis had become fully erect and ready for action for the first time in many, many months. I watched the scene before me and stroked my newfound friend slowly. I wanted to fuck my wife right now, but she was still entangled with Mike. So, how do I break them apart without ruining the moment? Just as quickly as I came up with the question, Mike provided the answer. He rolled off Julia exclaiming, “That was the best sex I’ve ever had. You are an amazing woman! And that muscle control you have with your pussy is just… unbelievable… unbelievably fantastic.”
I looked at Julia’s pussy and saw Mike’s cum oozing from it. The sight made me mad with desire. I wanted some of that unbelievably fantastic pussy for myself. “Julia,” I said quietly, “looks like my recovery is complete,” gesturing to my hard cock. “Are you ready for more?”
She smiled. “I am yours, My Love.”
I slid my cock into her cum-filled pussy. “I am the luckiest man alive. I love you.” It took just a few minutes for me to achieve orgasm. It felt good, but it was different because there was no cum to be added to Mike’s. The prostate surgery includes removal of the seminal vesicles, so orgasms will be dry from now on. But for now, Julia’s pussy was already full of manly joy juice.
Julia did not join me with another orgasm of her own. In fact, she got close, but my dick softened before she could fully satisfy herself on it. I looked over at Mike laying next to us on the big king bed to see he was slowly stroking himself to a renewed state of hardness. I looked down at Julia’s smiling face and suggested she show Mike her special balancing skills. “In a minute. I need a little break.” With that, Julia got up and walked off to the bathroom with two pairs of eyes following her sexy body as it flowed across the floor. When the bathroom door closed, I was suddenly aware that I was laying in bed next to another man and got up.
“That is some fantastic wife you have there.”
“I know. And just wait until you see what she does for you next.”
Mike smiled. “Can’t wait.” And he didn’t have to wait long. The toilet flushed and Julia came back into the room giving us a full frontal of her magnificent breasts and nearly hairless vagina. Her admirers smiled and enjoyed the view.
Julia walked over to me. “Sweetie, we seem to have cured your ED problem. Should we just go now?”
“Don’t you think it would be cruel to leave him in his current state?” motioning to Mike’s very erect penis.
“He could take care of that on his own, couldn’t he?”
“It is entirely up to you, but” and I moved my right hand between her legs and cupped her still dripping mound, “you may never get this opportunity again.”
Julia laughed. “I’m pretty sure you will give me this opportunity just as often as I might want.” She had me there.
“Well, maybe I will never get this opportunity again!” I chuckled. “Maybe just give him a quick demonstration of your skills and then we can go. You don’t even have to let him cum again. I would sure love to watch you sinking his big dick into you.”
“Okay. This is for you.” Julia returned to the bed. Mike started to raise up and Julia told him to just lay on his back. She climbed up on the bed, then stood. She stepped over Mike’s body so she was facing him with one foot on each side. Then she began to bend her knees lowering her body ever close to Mike while keeping her feet firmly planted on the bed. As she breached the last ten inches between their bodies, Julia stretched her right arm between her legs and grasped Mike’s penis firmly. She continued to lower her body until the penis head was aligned with her vaginal lips and then with marvelous muscle control paused for several seconds. She looked at Mike. “Are you ready?” He nodded enthusiastically, but said nothing. Julia continued to lower her body as she absorbed Mike’s full length into her. He let out a gasp of pleasure.
Julia paused when Mike’s cock was completely buried. Then with muscle control that few women have, she raised herself up until Mike’s cock was almost ready to fall out, and then she lowered herself down again until he was once again buried to the hilt. “Oh, baby, that is the most fantastic feeling!” And then Julia squeezed his dick with her pussy sending waves of pleasure through him. “Ooooohhhh, baby, that is soooo…” Mike’s voice trailed away. He reached up and grabbed her tits and began to knead them and flick the nipples. Again, Julia rose and fell. And again. Watching my wife ride this man’s big cock I was regaining some firmness of my own. It was so sexy seeing her take his manhood into her sloppy pussy, expel it, only to bring it back into her again. I was mesmerized watching the smooth motions of her pussy stretching to absorb its prey and then pushing it out again. The next five minutes seemed to last an eternity and yet were over in seemingly a few seconds.
Julia dropped down onto Mike’s throbbing cock one last time and then maneuvered herself from her feet onto her knees, all while keeping Mike inside her. She rested there for a little while. “That was so wonderful, Julia,” Mike offered. “Can we try another position? One of my favorites has always been doggie style. Do you like that too?”
“Never really been a big fan actually, but I will do it if you want.” Julia threw her leg up over Mike’s body and his cock fell out of her with a plopping sound. She began to get on all fours on the bed, but Mike interrupted.
“It is better on the floor.” He grabbed two of the extra long king pillows and tossed one on the floor. “Put your knees on this one.” Then he threw the other one on the floor in front of the first. Julia did as she was told, her knees on the pillow and hands on the carpet. Mike kneeled behind her, his erect cock swinging to and fro as he positioned himself. He gave her ass a quick smack, and Julia responded with a little squeal, more startled than hurt. He smacked her a second time, but just a little harder. Julia didn’t make a sound this time. She was facing the opposite direction so I couldn’t tell if these spanks were hurting her or not. Since she was quiet, I assumed she was okay.
Mike aligned himself so his penis was at her canal entry. He pressed forward quickly burying half his length into Julia. She moaned slightly. Then he grabbed her hips and pulled her roughly back against him ramrodding his remaining four inches into her. Julia moaned louder this time. Mike pushed her by the hips away from him until his cock was nearly out, and then pulled her back again. Fast and hard. Julia groaned louder this time. He continued this pushing and pulling as Julia groaned and moaned with each reentry. Clearly, she was enjoying this more than when we had tried this position. Then Mike barked a command, “Grab that pillow and lay your head on it.” Julia obeyed. She placed her arms out to the sides as she was no longer using them for support, which caused her back to arch up and seemingly thrust her ass higher in the air giving Mike even greater access to her pussy. He took full advantage of his newfound entrée by thrusting harder and deeper. And Julia seemed to like it as well for she grew louder with each stroke. Mike soon let go of her hips, reached down the slope of her back and took a fistful of hair. He yanked her hair pulling her head back while using his weight to hold her chest to the floor. Julia groaned loudly. I was about to step in to stop him from hurting her when Julia gasped, “Oh, that feels so good. Oh, baby, fuck me. Fuck me.” I was surprised that she was enjoying this slightly rough treatment, but as long as she was, I would not intervene.
Mike now moved with the intensity of a man possessed. As he thrust his hips forward, he pulled Julia’s hair forcing her body to slam against his own. Then he would pull back as he pushed her away with his fistful of hair. Then again slam their two bodies together. Julia was anything but passive in this action. She pulled away by leaning forward into the pillow and then thrust her body up and back when Mike pulled on her auburn locks. Mike slapped her ass with his free hand. Clearly, this stung a little, but Julia reacted with more moaning, not tears or any form of objection. He pulled out of her just long enough to slap her ass again and then rammed back into her pussy again. Her ass cheek turned red where he was abusing it, but the bit of pain seemed to intensify her pleasure. Joined in time by their lustful frenzy, the two continued to pump and slam into each other until Mike announced “I’m going to cum, baby.”
“Oh, yes, give me your cum! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!” and with those words, Julia’s orgasm exploded. She sucked in a huge breath of air and began to moan. “Ooooohhhhh, fuck me, baby!” she nearly shouted this time. Mike was ready for this and he lifted her head and pushed it into the pillow which muffled the ensuing screams of her orgasm.
“Oh, you are a great fuck!” Mike grunted as he thrust deeply into her and began to unload his cum. This time he did not hold his cock deep inside her while cumming, but rather continued to thrust in and out of Julia’s pussy as he released stream after stream of ooze into her. In so doing, he seemed to elongate Julia’s orgasm and she continued to scream and moan and groan and beg for more. Thankfully, Mike held her head firmly into the pillow so the sounds were well muffled.
After their orgasms subsided, Mike pulled his semi-erect penis out of Julia and released her hair. She collapsed onto the floor in a fetal position on her right side, fully exhausted, fully satisfied. Mike sat on the floor resting his back against the bed. We both watched as a rivulet of his cum ran from Julia’s pussy, across her butt cheek and onto the floor. I swear the pool of cum grew to at least six inches diameter.
“That was absolutely amazing, Peter. You have a wonderful wife there. And you should be very happy that she is so willing to perform for you like this.”
“I am happy. Very, very happy.”