In my younger years I used to enjoy fucking other men's wives while the husbands watched. There was nothing like the double pleasure of sliding my thick nine inches slowly into another man's wife while he watched. In case you didn't know, there is quite a community out there of hubbys who get their kicks on this sort of thing, and I was delighted to find quite a lot of them.
Back then, all contact was arranged by mail, through the postal system, and it took weeks to make plans. Husbands and couples advertised in magazines available in adult bookshops, and a system of post office boxes enabled connections.
I soon found out that a number of the advertisers were bogus or not what they appeared to be, but plenty were legit. If one said, "Looking for suitable male with the right equipment to please wifey," then I would send a letter and photo. Over the years, I'd guess that I must have fucked almost a hundred wives, but I can't be sure of the accurate count.
Lots of guys were out there answering the same ads, so I had to come up with a good reason for the couple to choose me. Humor and humility were key. No bragging. The couple had to feel comfortable and willing to take a chance on me. But surely an ace in my deck was a photo of my slender and muscular body with a firm pillar of cock for the missus.
After years have passed, I can still recall the details of many of the encounters. Some were plain vanilla and not all that exciting. Others involved elaborate plans, especially if the wife was iffy about the whole idea. Frankly, those were my favorite.
For instance, one husband told me about a fantasy that he had discussed with his wife. It was a simple idea, and he said that he thought his wife was willing to do it. He asked if I would be willing to try it even though there would be no guarantee of success. I might have to go home with blue balls and an undischarged cock. I told him I'd be honored to try it.
The idea was simple. I would be the pizza delivery boy. I would arrive and ring their doorbell with a pizza in hand. They would invite me in only to discover that there was no cash for payment. You know this one. Then the pizza boy would get a blow job as payment.
Sure, why not?
A blow job was not my favorite activity, but the hubby said this was their first time, and he wasn't sure how it would go. He didn't want to risk asking his wife to do more. As for him, I figured he'd get his jollies just from watching.
Their photo made me eager to give this a try. Jerri, the wife, was quite attractive. They were probably in their forties, and a photo of her in a bathing suit showed a shapely figure with very lean legs.
What would have brought them to try adding another male to their sexy fun? Who knows? Maybe years of repetition or curiosity? In most cases, the couples I met wanted a hung male to give the wife a new experience. Maybe that worked for this couple, too. Whatever the reason, I was honored to help them in any way I could.
As the evening approached, I talked through a few ideas with the husband, Arthur. I was probing him to see what he wanted. What would please him the most? Did he want to see his wife fucked? Would she object? He kept warning me that this was their first time, and he didn't want to go farther than Jerri would feel comfortable. I agreed with him, of course.
The night arrived. "Ding dong," went the doorbell.
Arthur opened his front door and called out, "Honey, the pizza is here."
I stepped into their lovely home, dressed in casual attire and holding a pizza box in one hand.
Gerri came in from the living room, "Oh, good," she said, "You can set it down in the kitchen."
I moved through the hallway and entered their spacious kitchen. Their home was in a fancy neighborhood, and the house indicated that the Mr. and the Mrs. must have been doing well.
Gerri was dressed in a simple sleeveless blouse that buttoned down the front, a tight mini-skirt that reveled a lot of her legs, and high heels. Her brown hair was wavy and youthful looking for a woman of her age. Her face was lean with high cheekbones, little turned-up nose, and narrow lips. On the way over, my cock had been restless and eager. Now it was gaining weight, thickening and expanding. I could feel the wetness already.
Arthur said, "Well, dear, can you pay this fine young fellow?"
Jerri looked at him and said, "Oh, I thought you had cash?"
"Who, me?" Arthur replied. "I'm flat out."
"Oh dear," Gerri said, "Young man, I'm afraid we can't pay you."
This was exactly what Arthur and I had planned, and I felt sure that he had rehearsed his wife, too. Arthur told me that he would be filming the entire event, and I looked around for cameras. There was one pointing right at us.
I shook my head and said, "If you can't pay, is there anything else you might be able to give me?"
Arthur looked at Gerri, and they both looked at me. She put a hand on my waist and said, "Why don't you come over here?"
She led me to a sofa in their den. I noticed another camera.
"You're working hard, and you deserve a little break. Let me help you relax, and then we can all it even, okay?"
No more words were said, I sat. Gerri unzipped my fly and reached in. I could have told them that fishing out my cock might take a while. She found a part of my shaft and pulled and tugged but the bit ole pecker wouldn't all come out. I let her struggle with my cock for a while until finally she freed it.
"Boing!" I was almost rock solid hard.
Gerri's eyes were wide. I glanced at Arthur, and he was in a trance. He said, "Darling, whatever are you doing?"
