I
REVELATION
My parents called me Herbert. The guys call me Herb, and the wife of my life calls me Herbie. Lianne can get away with it; she plucked me from a sheltered sex life, inviting me to see and touch her maturing loveliness and to satisfy the yearning of her ripening cunt.
We had grown up in the same town, attending the same schools. From a distance I had witnessed the blooming of her sexual opulence and her beginning to date some of the guys I knew. I guessed she was a hot number. It was only after senior year that Lianne discovered me. Was it my innocence that appealed? To that point I had kissed but two girls; one was my older neighbor Heather, who had let me play with her bare tits, which were medium large and very nice. But hers didn't compare with Li's, which I had watched summers at the pool--bidding to overflow her bikini top.
It was when our friend Roger moved away that Li invited me to fill the gap in her life that he had left. Things happened awfully fast. Her warm, wet kisses told her needs--one of which was to be undressed and have her luscious tits sucked. She even expressed outward delight at the feel of my hardening cock.
After a couple of months of tantalizing play in dark petting places, we went even further. On an evening when her parents were out of town, she took me to her bedroom, where all the lights were on, and directed that I lie on her bed and watch. I thrilled at the sight of her big-cup bra draped on the back of her desk chair--and the consequent flow of her ample bosom beneath the light brown sweater. Otherwise she wore her customary jeans and loafers. Smiling mischievously, Lianne removed her glasses.
"The lights..." I said.
"I want them on," she said, slipping her loafers off, unbuttoning the front of her jeans and easing them to her ankles and the floor. Her white panties contrasted strikingly with the deep tan of her statuesque legs. Li weighed 135 in those days, and her voluptuous thighs were a signal aspect of her sexual beauty. Even this phase of her planned exhibition was holy. I savored the escape of several spirals of black pubic hair as she stroked her pussy through the tight material.
I stayed quiet as she eased the sweater's neck over her head and gripped opposite sleeves to elevate the sweater above her head. It slid up her bare belly; its ribbing spread as it passed tight over her big breasts. There was the painstaking withdrawal of her arms and laying the sweater aside. Almost dancing, she turned sinuously to the right and to the left that I might drink of her stunning profiles; and finally she faced me--new color in her cheeks, the brown eyes dark and beautiful. I had never seen Li so high in her sensual happiness. I had never been so happy; I could barely breathe. Her big breasts were full and prominent in their freedom. Of course, I had played with them to our delight in darkened petting nooks; still I had never dreamed of how white her breasts would appear in the strong lighting of her bedroom. The dark brown halo about each nipple was unbelievably wide. She stood proud before me--a masterpiece of warm Italian beauty.
After a minimum intake of oxygen, I whispered, "You are the most beautiful girl in all the world!"
"I like you to think so," she returned musically. "Should I continue undressing? I want to be completely nude with you tonight."
"Please do," I urged politely. At that, Li slipped her thumbs beneath the waistband of the white panties and down they came. One more stunning surprise was the profusion of her dark bush. As a matter of fact, Li, a dark skinned brunette, is the hairiest of women; and neither bathing suits nor panties have ever contained the fringes of her pubic growth. Again, I had run my fingers through it and parted her slippery lips in love-making, but seeing was believing!
"Herbie, get undressed! My cunt is aching for you!" she begged, beginning to massage herself again as though she couldn't help it. "I'm awfully wet already. I need a good finger-fucking. Stripping for you has made me awfully sexy." Joining me on the bed, Lianne indeed was luxuriously moist as we toyed with her labia and the heavy hood of her clit. Her dark Italian beauty included not only her extra-wide areolas but also the entire area between her legs.
In brief, we have remained very much in love. That memorable evening, Li performed fellatio on me for the first time--very skillfully--and as the months passed we edged toward the ultimate communion. Fear of the consequences held me back, while Li's desire to fuck drove her to other, more mature arms. Our love, nevertheless, prevailed. I realized how intense her need had been.
In the early stages of our love, perhaps naturally, I was visited by wild thoughts, especially when she opened her nude loveliness to me, masturbating or enjoying my finger-fucking. I wondered for whom of her previous boyfriends had she so opened? I knew that Roger had played with her bare breasts, as the others probably had. She certainly loved sex. Perhaps her keen pleasure in nudity had been enhanced the summer of her sophomore year when she'd been a model for the painter Aldo Vitelli.
Even after fifteen years together, I nurse images of her sexual life before ours began, but now without any vestige of jealousy. I am happy for the earlier suitors. I congratulate them. I am glad for the experiences they gave Li--I even wish she might have fucked her particular favorites. It's not an obsession, but it makes for pleasant fantasies. She has always been forthcoming, especially as she realizes how much her tales turn me on. I love hearing about the guys who have seen her tits bare and played with them.
When she was maturing there was some intimate fooling around with her older Cousin Don, which didn’t come to much until Li started college and became friendly with Don’s young wife, who went so far as to organize “matinees” where Li joined them nude to observe their love-making. This recreation stopped short of the cousins’ fucking although Lianne was sorely tempted. Three of her boy friends, she told me, had brought her to the brink of intercourse. As I say, her recitations of times when her virginity was hotly tested--which almost always are accompanied by Li’s fingering the prominent gem of erecting clit--have been the stimuli for sessions of our hottest sex.
Nevertheless, a related factor in our marriage is that her heightened sexuality persists to the extent that I myself cannot satisfy her completely. The supplementary carrots and cucumbers that I sheepishly convey to the bedroom she finds cold and lifeless. "I want a big hot cock," she moans. And truly, at 38 she could excite the lust of many a potent man: weighing 145, she is still dreamy in the nude, the lovely breasts even longer and fuller than in her girlhood.
Wanting more for Li than I can give, I have dreams of a well-hung friend seeing her lovely big tits bare, plucking the distended nipples, then fingering the marvelous pussy open to him for the strong fuck that would follow. Recently I have permitted these inner desires to filter into our exchanges of fantasy. She admits her dream is to be gang-banged, whereas I favor the decorum of one guy with a big one at a time. She has had a yen for big cocks since Brother Bachelor answered her urgent maiden call. She sweetly protests that she might get to prefer one like Art’s to mine. But lately my fantasies have become more appealing to her, and our favorite skit has featured the company of one special friend.
II
ART CLASS
Lianne has known and always liked my college classmate, Rick. Besides his gentle manner and cheery personality, he has a fine body and a long, shapely uncircumcised cock. Frequently at the gym I would time my shower to gain extra looks at his swelling manhood. Images of the nude Rick persist and I have, of course, described his cock to Lianne and how much I've wanted him to see her extraordinary tits.
Her decision to be intimate with Rick grew from my request that she pose bare to the waist for him, as he had been an art major at school. To my delight, she agreed: "I will, but only if I can be completely nude. Don't you want him to see my pussy too--and the big clit you love to suck?"
Rick's arm was twisted--but a little--and on a June evening he arrived at the house with a large sketchpad. The session began most professionally, with Li wearing nothing but her silk Japanese kimono and chatting with Rick about lighting and background. When she removed her wrap, Rick's mouth fell open and his breathing became rapid--as did mine. Being with my attractive friend, who I had wished might behold Li's big tits bare, and being with Li at the fulfillment of her wish that Rick might see her lush cunt I found fully as exciting as my first glimpse of her nude beauty. Lianne smiled serenely for a few moments, then moistened her lips and touched her sloping breasts and nipples lightly with her fingers.
After nearly forty minutes and three different poses, I suggested that she sit with legs spread so that Rick might draw her richly haired crotch. "And, Rick," I continued, "please pay attention to Lianne's clit. She has a really nice one. Dear, could you play with it for us, so that it gets big?" With that she parted the dark labia major to show a glistening cleft and drew her middle finger up to the fleshy cowl--ever-so-naturally--and began to do herself as in her private exhibitions for me. This time, however, she was looking steadily into Rick's eyes. The poor guy suddenly became helpless to draw anything.
"This is what you guys should be doing," she murmured with a sly smile.
"May we?" I blurted.
"Okay, but please make yourselves more comfortable." Clothes flew in every direction. I won the male strip and came behind my then-standing wife to hold her heavy breasts as Rick danced out of his tight jeans. We watched excitedly the down-gliding jockey shorts reveal his magnificent prize for Li. It was semi-hard, tending off to the right, and fuller than I'd ever seen it. I noted that the pink glans was one-third visible. Li moaned happily and added, "Rick, Herbie has told me about your handsome penis. I see that he didn't exaggerate." I all the while had been plucking Lianne's sensitive nipples erect when suddenly she turned and said naughtily, "Guests first, I say." And then I knew that they would fuck.
Rick assumed his presiding role with gentle touching, kissing, and sucking. Then to the couch they glided, where Li opened her pink secrets for the loving of his urgent tongue. "Yes," she purred and then called out, "Yes, yes," to encourage his skill at her clitoris.
The tempo changed with Li's rhetorical question: "Would you like to fuck me, Rick?" He gave the right answer. She responded, "Okay, but first I want Herbie to get you ready. I want to watch how big he can make you."
I trembled at Rick's assent, shocked and thrilled at this new level to which Lianne had sent our sexual pleasures. For her, I started by juggling his hairy balls lightly and probing beneath them. Then, dying to see and to show Lianne Rick's full, hard length--for us three--my grasp rode from the top to the base of his tall cock, revealing the bright swollen glans. And I jerked it somewhat slowly while, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Li masturbating vigorously. "Now suck it!" she commanded. I gave Rick's rod two contemplative long jerks and began. His preliminary ooze was sweet as I teased the big arrowhead, giving the top two inches a lingual massage. I couldn't believe I was sucking Rick's beautiful cock and felt super-happy at Lianne's wild pleasure at it. As his straining glans slid snug against my soft palate, at least three inches remained between my lips and his wiry light brown hair. Almost too soon Li called, "Enough, Herbie! Fuck me, Rick!"
