I'm Lianne--one sexy housewife. Herbie and I have been married for fifteen years with some nice sex, but my libido is stronger than his, so I get frustrated and often dream of old boyfriends.
During high school, I had four wonderful lovers, whose sucking of my big sensitive breasts and finger-play down below were beautiful preludes to my nightly masturbation. In my fantasies, I would take on all four at once beginning with Roger and ending with Bob (because his cock was the biggest).
In college I went steady with Herbie. Our eye-contact and kissing led to the hottest petting of my life and our being completely naked together. By then I was nineteen and satisfied that we really loved each other. My desire for sexual intercourse took over my life: I needed Herbie’s big cock in me and I begged him for it. He demurred. His hang-up was a combination of old-time religion and fear, by which I myself had maintained my virginity as a teenager. But now with my inhibitions gone with the wind, I decided to find another guy to fuck. Herbie had made me that ready! He and I finally did do the big trick, but only after a wild scenario
In truth, I was dating other guys from time to time while Herbie was 200 miles away at college, so I knew two or three guys who were hot for me. And at the time I was writing to one of them—Handsome Howard, with whom I’d had a blind date the summer before, courtesy of my college classmate Tish.
They were high society neighbors in Newport, and during my visit he took me out for an evening sail. That was very romantic to begin with, and when he pondered how lovely I would look topless in the moonlight, I responded, "Dare me." Of course, I love for guys to see my breasts, so I stayed nude to the waist for most of the sail. The evening breeze, to Howard's delight, made my nipples stick out as never before. Later, his kissing was nearly as affecting as were Roger's and Herbie's, and on that first date he became one of my best tit lovers! He was very pleasantly rough with my nipples.
I liked him very much as a person, but the chief attraction for us both was physical. We exchanged letters, and his invitation to attend Winterfest included his wish to know if I were as beautiful "below the waist" as I was "above." I wrote back, citing my numerous calls to model nude and adding that he might judge for himself by exploiting my vulnerability to dares. Of course, the truth is I was accustomed to being completely nude with my recent boyfriends. I love their seeing and fingering my cunt. With Herbie, stoically virginal, away at college, Howard’s letters made me so hot that, in fact, we became masturbation buddies. At the very least, I reasoned, Howard would be a very courtly first fuck, but damned if I didn't get the curse on Thursday and spent the weekend in our rented room wearing underpants and Tampax. Howard was such a good sport that I sucked him off twice.
As luck would have it, shortly thereafter in the midst of my frustration, I got a phone call from Art, asking for a date. I knew that, being older and doubtless more experienced, Art could be my savior--appropriately so, as he was Herbie's fraternity brother, just graduated and working nearby. The year before at Spring Parties we had danced together a few times. I do confess to feeling extra sexy at party time: naked beneath a sheer gown, having guys see my natural contours with my nipples erect and visible. Even in conversation, I could see that Art was drawn to my breasts: his focus was undisguised, and the lust in his eyes spoke his urge to peel my bodice and play with my tits bare. At the thought of it, my pussy tingled; its secretion moistened my inner thighs. And when his big hard-on pressed against me, I wanted him to know my entire body, to discover my pussy open for him and how easily he might slip in on the lubrication of my desire. But I was Herbie's date! Later in our room, spreading for my finger-fucking--still lusting for Art's big cock--Herbie noticed that I was extra hot and responsive, especially when I begged him for three fingers. Even now, when I masturbate, Art is prominent among my fantasy lovers.
Our date for dinner included a surprise guest for dessert--Reggie, a football teammate of Art's, whom I had known as the kind and responsible senior who had put Herbie and me to bed the year before when he found Herbie out cold and me not completely soused but happily naked with a short line of younger brothers waiting to take their turns. It occurred to me that he might still be on moral patrol, now that my virginity was on the line again; nonetheless, he seemed relaxed and really nice. And I was glad that he went out drinking and dancing with us after dinner. Having these two really nice older guys court me was exciting. Of course, my original designs had been on Art, but Reggie's presence and gentle attentions told me that I might have either or possibly both; so, regardless of my dancing partner of the moment, erotic images of us three persisted. And when Art asked if I'd care to go with them to Reggie's hotel room "for a nightcap," I got prickles all over. "I'd love to," I said. "Do you think there's enough of me to satisfy two big football players?" Their glee justified my not giving any hint of my commitment to Herbie nor of my virginity, which could have put their fires out.
In the room the soft music, the spreading warmth of Reggie’s peach brandy, and our close dancing and kissing made me excited at the men's request that I do a strip tease. Coyly, I acceded, on the condition that they join me. Turning on two guys at once is fun! When Art exclaimed, "What magnificent breasts!" Reggie rejoined, "What did I tell you?" Playing with two hard cocks at once, knowing that both would soon be slipping into my aching cunt, was heaven. Reggie's was very much like Howard's and Herbie's, so I wanted to fuck him first for sentimental reasons. On a sheer physical level, Reggie could open me up for Art, whose uncircumcised beauty was super-big--its girth equal to that of Bob's. Art agreed to that. Then I made my announcement that I was not on the pill and could not chance their coming inside me, but that I'd be glad to suck them off when they were ready to come.
We got serious with each sucking a tit, which felt so good that I discovered myself masturbating. As Reggie, tonguing and kissing, worked his way down my belly, he nuzzled my dark pubic hair, of which I have lots, and must have seen me doing my clit because he took my hand away gently and sucked my two pleasure-fingers, saying, "It looks like fun. Can I play?" I opened wide for his whole face. The velvet tongue probed at my openings, toyed with my swollen labia, and flicked my clit before he began sucking masterfully. None of my boy lovers had done me orally. He gave me my first orgasm with a guy! And when we French-kissed, smelling and tasting myself on Reggie's mouth and deep-darting tongue were incredibly sexy.
