May has given charity fucks on occasion. There was a guy that I don't like too well who used to live in the same building as us and he bought a house outside the city, while we have a place downtown He's just sort of a loser and sounds like a high schooler in his complaints about relationships. For some reason my wife either likes him, or feels sorry for him.
He was moving out of town and he and May met for wine. She called me and said he invited us to go out to dinner. I'd had some beers and didn't really want to join them. So they came back to our place and May, who was already pretty ......, opened another bottle of wine. He started whining again and May asked him directly when he last had sex. The answer was years!
May said something like "you poor thing" and leaned over to give him a sympathy kiss. She took another sip of wine, placed his hands on her tits, and leaned back over to kiss him again, this time slipping her tongue in his mouth! I'm sitting there thinking WTF! Randy is sitting there with my wife's tongue in his mouth, not knowing what to do.
Now we have a general rule that we don't share May at home or nearby, so this caught me off guard. Not so much that my cock didn't get hard watching him massage May's tits through her top as she reached to rub his cock through his pants. She stopped kissing him to take her top off as her big hard nipples spilled out, and Randy had his hands on her bare tits as she stuck her tongue down his throat again as she stepped over to straddle him, cupping her tits for Randy to lick and play with. Meanwhile I'm just sitting there sipping my beer, watching my Asian wife getting drunkenly excited.
May stood up, peeled off her jeans so that she is standing in front of Randy, who hasn't had sex in years, in just her panties. She tells him to take off his shirt and pants. He stands up to do that and his belly flops out and his small cock is erect and pointing at May. He sits back down and May drops to her knees and engulfs his entire cock. As her head is bobbing up and down, sucking his cock like the pro that she is, She looks at me while her mouth is full of his cock and smiles. She looks at him and asks him when was the last time a woman sucked his cock. I take off my shorts and shirt and start playing with my cock. Randy is trying to reach her nipples as she sucks him but gives up and grabs her head as he slowly pumps his little cock into her mouth.
May takes his cock out of her mouth, removes her panties, and straddles him again so his cock is sliding on the back of her arse. I concede the situation and give him a condom. After he gets it on May tries to slide his hard little cock into her pussy as she rides him but his little erection keeps popping out, so she lays on the couch with her legs spread and pulls him on top of her
Randy is pretty tall and May disappeared under his girth, with just her legs and arse showing as he pumps his cock into her, the first pussy he's had in years. She asks him how it feels to fuck her pussy in front of me.. Randy didn't last long, though long enough that May let out a long moan as she orgasmed as he pumped his cock into her as he came. It had been awhile since we'd shared her due to COVID.
She lay there recovering while Randy stood up, not knowing exactly what to do. I stood up, stroking my cock, and pumped it into May's mouth, delivering my cum down her throat. She doesn't like that all the time, but in this situation I wasn't giving here a choice!
She then went to the bathroom to clean up while Randy put his clothes back on. She came out and wished Randy safe travels, and he left
And she still sucks cock freely, since she didn't think of that as sex for a long time. We will be somewhere talking to some guy and she will think he is nice, or lonely, and take him somewhere to suck him. Alcohol is usually involved!
My wife also did a couple charity/sympathy fucks. The first happened within six weeks of us starting to date.
There was a summer nudist festival coming up at the nudist campground in Roselawn, ln. The event was being emceed by Adult Film Actress Hyapatia Lee. We were both ardent fans of Ms Lee. l often referred to my then girlfriend and future wife as "My Own Little Hyapatia". We frequently took canoe trips resulting in lust-filled sequences prompted by me being required to focus on her sweet ass, clad only in a minimal bikini. We were interrupted twice by Boy Scout Troops. The first marched within five feet of us while in the missionary position and me driving it home. Final approach, you might say.
The second, a flotilla rounded a bend in the river as we were actively involved on the river bank, totally nude. The only reflex we had time to take was to jump in the river and remain submerged up to our necks. The troop leaders knew exactly what was going on and shared in the comedy of the situation with us.
I asked the new object of my affection if she would accompany me to the nudist festival, maybe get Hyapatia's autograph??
She replied she was not about to spend the day totally nude with strangers.
My reply to this was l didn't intend to either. My plan was to select a flattering new bikini for her to debut....With that, she agreed to go.
The festival took place on a perfect, sunshining day in July. My choice of bikini was perfect. She was astounded l was able to choose one that fit her curves perfectly. I memorized her features in record time.
After a few hours of sun, fun, and alcohol, she came to me with a problem......"There is a hord of photographers following me, constantly photographing me...and l don't like it." She stated defiantly.
Cool Hand Luke would have been proud of my response...."Baby, l don't know what to tell you.....There is 3 to 400 naked women milling about. But they want your picture. I could have brought a plain, or even ugly girl with me and not have to worry about that. I brought you. And l relish the thought it is YOU they want to photograph".
That put all her reservations in a different light. From then on she even began suggesting poses, gradually growing naughtier, as time and alcohol went by.
She developed a comaraderie with one photographer. He came armed with a camera around his neck for stills, and a video camcorder slung over his arm. He managed to get short clips of my hand venturing down the back of her minimal bikini bottoms, as well as me sliding the top to one side while ministering some playful sucking on her aroused 34C's. We all took it in good, harmless fun.
As the event was drawing to a close l asked our new friend, in my beloved's presence, if he would like to follow us back to our hotel? In order that he might obtain more intimate poses. He readily agreed. My beloved was tipsy enough and horny enough, to display her assent with a lustful smile.
She fellated me nearly the whole time on the twenty minute drive back to our hotel. We took a quick dip in the hotel pool to freshen ourselves. While not losing any of our growing lust. We exchanged addresses and phone numbers. Our friend pledged to copy the final product at once, and have it in the following day's mail to us.
The hotel footage lasted an hour and forty-five minutes. We provided many positions, and were confident he captured all the right angles. I ejaculated for times in my beloved's quim during the hour and forty-five minutes. Both in our twenties. She presented the form of an angel.....% ft, 3 in, 34C 25 35, 110 lb, naturally curly, reddish-brown hair descending halfway down her back. Expertly coifed bikini minge. (By yours truly)
After my third insemination of her, my cock slightly softened, but still within her, l asked if she might consider rewarding our devoted cameraman by allowing him to take position and actually feel how good that pussy was. He was receiving no compensation. Only a copy of the video. The poor man had to be suffering from a horrendous case of blue balls.......
She was silent a few minutes. I could feel her clenching her arms around me, as well as her kiegle muscles clenching on my now-hardening male member......
"Okay" she whispered with a naughty smile.
The cameraman was pleased, but deferred. "To maintain the quality of the video l think l better keep two hands on the camera.....but some head would be nice"......
The recording includes her agreeing to take his cock in her tight litle pussy......And her mouth engulfing his male member, while her curly locks bounced in time to her up and down motion.
The second case occurred three years into our nuptials. We went dancing and drinking at a favored night club. My Bride retained a neighbor lady to watch over our dependents. The dancing evolved into lustful bumping and grinding. The term "Dirty Dancing", was attributed to this era. Sometime during the evening l removed her frilly panties from beneath her short skirt. (Or she did at my insistence) Regardless, they were tucked inside my trouser pocket. I diddled her on the way home. Working her up to a fever pitch so intense she released my throbbing member and began some exhilerating "Road Head" on the way home.
On arrival, l threw caution to the wind, carrying my quarry up the steps to the front door. Flinging the front door open l continued on my trek to the boudoir. A side glance informed me it was not the neighbor lady sitting on our living room couch. It was her unfortunate, constantly berated husband.
Thinking l'd give him a thrill, l failed to close the door to the boudoir. Imade short work of stripping her blouse and short skirt off her. She began the evening braless. She returned the evening pantiless. It was good not to spend unnecassary time when my woman is in a raging heat and my throbbing member is in an unrelenting state of rigor.
I nailed her without conscience. She responded with alternating moans and wimpers until we both reached the epitomy of climaxes.
Then the devil took over my mind......."Hey, how about indulging our poor, hapless friend with a taste of some truly fine, world-class, pussy?"
My love had a weakness for following a robust love-making session with a different man as soon as possible. She assented with the same lust-filled smile l had come to adore.
I don't remember how l made the offer to him. It must have been an offer he couldn't refuse. He needed no convincing. No assurances. Certainly no prodding......He, likewise left the boudoir door open. I could make out her legs dangling over the edge of the bed. One high-heel dangling from her toes. He was a big man. Large in heighth and torso. I'm sure she felt every thrust.
A few years later the man agreed to allow his wife's bisexual lady-friend to move in with them. I chided him he was now living every man's dream. He smiled broadly in response.
More accurately he allowed a team to form against him under his own roof. He asked me one time if he could watch a ballgame in our garage/converted game room. "Certainly!.....there is always beer in the fridge, nick-nacks to chomp on under the bar.....Make yourself a home...I'll probably join you in a few."
A couple more humiliating years, and he sought relief from the courts. He lived alone. His weight and health issues increased while his body declined.
One day as l greeted my love in the kitchen after a day at work, she told me she got a call from our old friend. He made a proposition to her.......If she would consider.......He would by her all the nightgowns and lingerie she would pick out.......if she would model them for him......He considered her the most beautiful, most sensual woman in the world, He spent much of his time alone. He pledged he would be the perfect gentleman. He only wanted to see the most beautiful, and kindest woman he'd ever known, dressed to the nines.
My Beloved looked to me for an answer. At least an opinion or suggestion. In our experiences in this life, our friend was the sixth extra-marital lover she'd experienced. Our friend knew of others. He'd seen the nudist festival recording. He'd viewed other photos and videos. He was a trusted and discreet friend.
I answered her it was her decision to make. She well knew it would excite me. She never was shy about going shopping. The whole idea had far more superlatives than minuses.
I actually do not know if she put on the style show for our friend. Never asked her, point-blank. If she did, l would expect she would divulge the details one night during a pillow-talk, complete with alternating strokes of my cocktus erectus with loving tongue and kisses.
I served as Pall Bearer when our friend passed. He was 46. A few years later his ex-wife dissolved her relationship with her girlfriend and married an amiable fellow. We worked together for a time. One day he intimated to me she'd been diagnosed with cancer. She was young. They thought they'd caught it in plenty of time.
She passed four days following the day he told me, the same day the Doctor told them. She was 46.
i see the little girl that attended father-...... Girl Scout events with her Daddy, and me and my ....... We've had luch and dinners a few times. She probably thinks l just have a sunny disposition. ....Yes, that would explain the smile......that, and knowing a beautiful Lady touched a deserving man in such a wonderful way.
