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Sondras Uso By Paul
When my beautiful wife Sondra and I planned an afternoon at the beach during our trip to the Keys to do nothing more than relax and polish our tans, we had an experience as memorable as any that we have had. The memory of that experience is so vivid in my mind that I will be able to recount every detail in the precise order in which it happened.
Sondra had chosen to wear a daring thong bikini that covered only a tiny fraction of her voluptuous body. As we made our way across the soft, hot sand, heads swiveled in our direction as lecherous men and envious women ogled my wife's statuesque body. Even before we dipped our toes in the shimmering blue water, she had been fucked in the imaginations of hundreds of men and boys and more than a few women.
We sought seclusion at the far end of the beach where Sondra could take off her top and possibly her tiny thong bikini and get a full tan. After setting up our two umbrellas and spreading towels on the sand, I raided the ice chest and popped the top on a frosty can of Bud. As I gulped the brew in defiance of beach regulations, I watched my wife slip out of her flimsy halter and stretch out on a towel. Her lovely round tits were so firm that they barely drifted to the side.
There is something about the beach on a hot summer day with semi-naked women all around and the pungent smell of suntan lotion in my nostrils that makes me horny and keeps me horny for days afterward. I wanted to jump my wife's bones then and there. I wanted to toss aside my boxer trunks, straddle her chest, and fuck between those tantalizing tits. I imagined a crowd gathering to watch the spectacle and cheering when I popped a creamy load into her smiling face. I always get that way when I am at the beach. Oh, the sweet memories of jacking off to Baywatch!
My dick was doing my thinking for me. I had to regain control. A half-hour splashing around in the pristine water helped to clear my head. The shrinkage factor had turned my hard-on into a wrinkled worm. I returned to the little oasis that Sondra and I had created for ourselves and discovered that we were no longer alone. Three young men had set up camp just a few yards away. No doubt they had been drawn to my beautiful wife the way stray dogs are attracted to a bitch in heat. Not surprisingly, they frowned when they saw me.
I stretched out beside Sondra, who was peacefully dozing. Eager to call her attention to her fawning admirers, I "accidentally" nudged her. "Oh, sorry, darling, I didn't mean to wake you." She sat up and yawned, her lovely tits swaying like ripe fruit on her chest. "Pour me a Margarita, dear." I retrieved the thermos containing my wife's favorite poison from the ice chest and poured the beverage into a paper cup. "Here you are, darling. By the way, you have attracted some fans."
"Oh, aren't they cute," she said. She swung her tits back and forth to tease them. Sondra is the epitome of a prick-teaser. She loves nothing more than teasing a man until he is on the verge of creaming his jeans.
"Do you think they are hard yet?" she asked, pulling on her nipples. "I don't know about them, but I sure am," I answered. "I went to a lot of trouble to get rid of my woody, and now you have given it right back to me."
It was about then that I sensed that something very exciting was about to happen. Sondra and I were both as horny as hell and three young studs were ogling her from a few feet away. All I had to do was find a way to put all of the ingredients together and we would have a delicious sex stew. "Hey, dudes, what's up?" Even though I was almost old enough to be their father, I tried to act cool but probably seemed a fool. "You guys are going to get burnt. We have plenty of shade over here. How about a beer?" They hesitated, looked at each other, then shrugged and came toward us. "Notice the tents," I whispered to Sondra. She giggled when she saw their baggy trunks tented in front.
I don't remember their names, but for the sake of journalistic clarity I will call them Tim, Ray and Jim, the first three names that come to mind. They introduced themselves and politely exchanged handshakes. They were on leave from the Navy, which explained their short hair and fine builds. They were eighteen years old, part boy and part man. They didn't know it, but they were in the prime of their lives. There wasn't an ounce of fat on them and their dicks stayed hard for hours!
Thankful that I had had the foresight to throw in an extra six-pack, I passed out three frosty cans of brew. It wasn't entirely out of generosity. Guys that age can't drink, especially on a hot day at the beach. Getting them a little drunk would speed things up. Did I mention that I love watching other men fuck my lovely wife? "So how long are you guys here for?" she asked. "We have to head back to Norfolk tomorrow," Ray said. "You came down here looking for girls, didn't you?" she teased. "Yeah, but we didn't get any, I mean we didn't meet any."
"Come on, Timmy, let's try the water," Sondra said. She took the shy sailor by the hand and led him toward the blue water. I knew then that she intended to fuck him. I tried to carry on a conversation with Ray and Jim, but we had little in common. They said something about just returning from a long cruise. That meant that they were probably especially horny. Sondra and Tim playfully splashed each other and horsed around like a couple of kids. When Sondra stood next to him, I could tell by the position of her arm and the look of awe on his face that she had her hand in the cookie jar. The little bitch had gone for his cock in record time! I was so proud of her.
Five minutes or so passed and Sondra came out of the ocean with a big smile on her face. Ray and Jim raced across the sand and dove into the water. They were as eager to find out what had transpired as I was. Sondra plopped down next to me. "Well, did you jack him off?" I asked. She grinned the way she does whenever she has been a very naughty girl and wants to tell me all about it.
"I started to jack him off, but stopped before he squirted. Why waste it?"
"Good girl. How big is his dick?"
"Bigger than yours, cowboy."
"Did he get a feel of your pussy?"
"I let him get a handful. Did you see him grope my titties?"
"Do you want to fuck him?"
"Is it okay with you?"
"Oh, God, yes, baby. I've never seen you with more than two guys at a time."
"You have been a pretty good boy lately. I guess you deserve a little treat."
"You are almost old enough to be their mother, you cradle-robber."
"It's been a long time since I had any young stuff. Anyway, they are legal."
"Damn, I didn't bring the camera!"
"You will just have to commit it to memory. Now go find a place for us to fuck. I'll do them right here."
My heart raced with excitement as I headed toward the far end of the beach. It was late in the afternoon and only a handful of people were still taking in the last fading rays of sunshine. Sondra probably could have gotten away with fucking them right there under the umbrellas, but there was no point in risking arrest when there were other options. A short distance away, scrawny trees and mongrel bushes encroached on the beach. I made my way down a well-worn path and came upon a small clearing. A burnt-out campfire was evidence that others had been there recently. Hundreds of condoms, some still fresh, littered the surrounding bushes. It was the perfect spot for my wife to do her flawless impersonation of a slut! Overwhelmed by intense excitement, I dropped my trunks and masturbated for a few minutes. It felt so good to scratch that itch!
I returned to our oasis to find Tim and Ray sucking my wife's nipples and Jim finger-fucking her. When they saw me, they abruptly stopped what they were doing. "Oh, please tell me you found a place!" my horny wife demanded. "I found the perfect place for a fuck party," I answered. "Okay, guys, help me break camp," I said. It wouldn't have been prudent to leave our things there for any scavenger to pick over. The three young men were so eager to get the party started that they had everything packed up in seconds. If they were that efficient aboard ship, the Navy was lucky to have them.
I led the way through the scraggly trees and shrubs as the boys, loaded down with all of our gear, struggled to keep up. I didn't offer to help. Lugging all of that stuff was a small price to pay for the privilege of fucking my beautiful Sondra. "Wow, cool, here's one that's still warm," Sondra said, holding up a fresh rubber. "I wonder if there has ever been a three-on-one here? If only these bushes could talk."
"Okay, boys, get those trunks off," Sondra ordered. "Shouldn't somebody stand guard?" one of them asked. They looked in my direction. It was clear that they didn't want me to watch, but they would just have to get used to it. "Paul doesn't let me fuck other guys unless he gets to watch," Sondra explained. "Anyway, it's more exciting if there is a chance of getting caught." They had to pull out on the elastic waistbands of their trunks to get them past their hard dicks. Sondra and I both gasped when we saw their rigid cocks bobbing up and down. They were all hung better than I am. Sondra was in for a treat! She immediately dropped to her knees and gobbled their peters as though they were candy. She nudged the sailors into a tight semi-circle in front of her so she could get to any cock by simply turning her head. I love to watch my adorable wife suck one cock; with three at her disposal, my pleasure was tripled.
I tossed aside my trunks and yanked on my aching dick. "You're what they call a voyeur, aren't you?" Tim asked. Before I had a chance to answer, he added, "Damn, I've read about this kind of stuff but never thought I would get to do it." Sondra treated each sailor to deep-throat, and, even though they didn't say so, I could tell by the looks on their faces that it was their first time. In fact, I think it was the first time they had been blown. Sondra, knowing that guys that age tend to pop prematurely, didn't stay on one cock for long. She constantly switched around so that the throbbing pokers could cool off a little in between sucks.
"Baby, I have an idea. Why don't you suck them until one of them cums in your mouth, and then fuck the other two in our favorite position." When she ignored me, I knew that she had already decided to do exactly that. The squirming boys were struggling to control themselves. None of them wanted to be the first to cum because they knew they would be in for endless ribbing back aboard ship.
Tim blew the first wad. I knew it was a big one because Sondra usually doesn't gag when a guy cums in her mouth, but she gagged more than once on Tim's batter. When he was finished, she pulled away and intentionally let some of his sauce run down her chin. The little slut knows that I love to see cum dripping off her chin! She flashed me a brilliant smile to display her perfect white teeth glistening with the sailor's spunk. "My, God, sailor, how long has it been since you got your rocks off? You nearly drowned me!" Tim blushed as he pulled away and collapsed on the sand.
"Okay, boys. I love to be fucked by two men at the same time. One goes in the front door and the other goes in through the back door. If you don't want to do it to me, the party ends now."
"Sure, Sondra, we'll do it. I've wanted to try that since I saw it in a porno flick," Ray said. "Yeah, Sondra, I can hardly wait," Jim added.
"I thought you would. Who wants to be my ass-man?"
Neither of the sailors had ever fucked ass and both were eager to try it. I snapped off two twigs, tucked them into my hand, and held them out. "Whoever pulls the short straw gets her ass," I said. Ray grinned from ear-to-ear as he proudly held up the short twig. I was very pleased because he had the thickest cock. It would look great plugged into my wife's sexy butt. Sondra ordered Jim onto his back and mounted him but stayed above him.
A few years ago when Sondra agreed to fuck other men for my viewing pleasure, she came up with something that makes it more exciting for both of us. No cock enters her pussy unless I put it there. When I guide a hard-on into her cunt, it is as though I am fucking her with another man's cock. She had already explained our policy to the boys, and they hadn't objected. They were so hot they would have gone along with just about anything.
I knelt beside them and took Jim's cock between my thumb and forefingers. As I lightly held it, it throbbed uncontrollably. I spread Sondra's cunt lips with one hand and guided the sailor's tool to her slit with the other. "Okay, baby, slide back on it now." My heart thudded as I watched Jim's fucker swallowed up by my wife's voracious pussy.
Ray wanted to do his part as soon as Jim and Sondra were successfully mated, but I held him back. Everyone knows that the ass-man always cums first, so by giving Jim a few minutes head start, there was a better chance that everyone would cum at the same time. "Honey, why don't you see if you can find that suntan lotion," Sondra asked. My clever girl friend was always one step ahead of me. I had forgotten all about lubricant.
I frantically rummaged through our gear and found the lotion in the bottom of the bag. I tossed it to Ray and told him not to be stingy with it. When he had his dick thoroughly oiled right down to the base, I directed him to kneel down behind Sondra. I squirted some of the lotion against her asshole and ran my finger in and out for a minute or two to prepare her. Then I guided Ray's fat prick into place. "Ease it in nice and slow," I urged. Sondra groaned as his cock-head stretched her sphincters. "I like this better than fucking pussy," Ray said, as his dick slid up my wife's tight asshole.
Ray buried his cock to the hilt in my wife's ass and promptly shot his load. I was disappointed that he hadn't lasted longer, but under the circumstances, it was surprising that he had even managed to get it in without cumming. A horny sailor back from a long cruise nailing his first piece of ass is bound to cum quickly. Tim, who had fed a load to Sondra earlier, had been furiously masturbating as he watched his first live fuck show and had managed to work up a usable boner. I motioned him forward to take Ray's place.
After guiding Tim's plump dick into my wife's ass, I lay back and beat my meat to the glorious sight of two perfect peters pumping in and out of my insatiable wife. The two sailors were awkward at first due to their lack of experience, but, with Sondra's guidance, they soon got the hang of it. They alternated strokes so that one cock was going in as the other was pulling out. Sondra encouraged that technique by thrusting back against Tim as he speared her, then smacking bellies with Jim on the down-stroke. They reminded me of a fucking machine running smoothly on two cylinders.
Ray, who moments before had shot his load up Sondra's ass, was masturbating as shamelessly as I was and had already restored his hard-on. "She has only one hole that isn't full of peter," I said to him. "Why don't you go fill it." He scrambled around by her head, grabbed a handful of hair, and stuffed his cock between her lips. It couldn't have come at a better time because his dick served as a gag to stifle her wails of ecstasy.
Whether by accident or design, the two sailors switched from alternate thrusts to simultaneous thrusts. They were fucking so hard and fast that their ball-bags slapped together. It was obvious that they were coming down the homestretch. Hoping to time my orgasm to theirs, I jacked my dick harder and synchronized my strokes to theirs. The four of them went off like a string of firecrackers. As Sondra took healthy young loads in her cunt, ass and mouth at the same time I became overwhelmed by the sight and sprayed watery cum all over myself.
That wasn't the end of the party. Sondra wanted to do more three-on-ones in every possible combination. She knew as well as I did that her trio of eighteen year-old lovers had the stamina for it. We built a fire when the sun set, and our sordid little clearing became kind of cozy in the flickering light. When we ran out of beer, I hurried to get more and returned to find them still going strong. I drank beer, masturbated, kept the fire going and watched the show. From time to time, I went forward to guide a cock into my wife's pussy or ass. Other than that, I didn't interfere. I jacked off a total of five times, something I haven't done in years. I imagine all three of those young studs have jacked off to the memory of that night hundreds of times! I certainly have!
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