I have been a reader of your magazine for a long time. The story I am about to tell you is true. I am in the Air Force, and for obvious reasons cannot reveal my name. It all started about a month ago, as I returned home from work one day. I found my wife still in bed, and asked her if she were ill. She simply said, “No, I’m not sick at all!” No more was said.
Three times after that I again found her in bed after four o’clock in the afternoon. One day, while reading your magazine, it hit me that maybe she was seeing someone on the side. The thought infuriated me, and I wanted to confront her with it, but decided against it for fear of being wrong.
Instead, I managed to leave the bedroom curtains open enough for me to see the entire room without being detected. That afternoon I slipped away from work early and headed for my observation post. I was right: She had a very interesting guest that day. It was a woman. The young lady was the wife of a cop who lives a few doors down the hall. They were in a very busy 69. At first I was shocked, as I had no idea that my wife was bisexual or had ever been. I watched as they continued to satisfy each other for what seemed like hours. They got into more positions than I even knew existed. Finally the young lady got up, as it was getting close to the time for me to get home. Shortly after the girl left, I made my appearance, as if I had just left work. But the sweat on me wasn’t from working! I tried to act as normal as I could, but was so excited that my 10 inch cock was about to burst. I asked her if I kept her happy. She said that she was happy with her life and with me.
Days passed, and I still didn’t know how to ask her. Last weekend, as I lay quietly reading a Penthouse, I showed her a layout that depicted two girls by the water, and asked her what she thought of it. She told me that the pictures were good and that she liked the way it was done. I said, “Would you like to be in a layout like that?”
She said, “No, but I’d like to try making it with another girl someday.”
That was all I needed, and so I told her that I knew about her friend. She sat and looked at me with her face turning red. I told her it was all right, and asked her if she’d like to try a trio. She told me that she was embarrassed and didn’t think she could handle it. After lots of talking, she finally agreed.
Our first try was very clumsy and uneasy. It was also very short. The second try was much better this time we invited a different girl, who was new to both of us. This girl works with me, and was surprised at my approach, but agreed right away. The evening started out great. Marsha arrived at the house at 8:30 or so, and we drank some wine. We drifted into the bedroom and got nice and cozy on the bed. I suggested a massage to get things going. Soon we were touching everywhere.
As I lay back I felt four of the softest hands roaming the entire length of my body. We stripped and returned to the bed. We engaged in my first three way French kiss! Three tongues fighting for contact with the others. My hands found two drenched cunts that were begging to be fucked. Marsha then told me to sit back and watch. She took my wife and eased her onto her back. She spread my wife’s legs and started to grind their pussies together so that each clit was equally attended to. The pace got faster and more heated, and they turned around so they could eat each other. I couldn’t hold off any longer. I pulled Marsha on top of me so that she was on her back. As I entered her, my wife started licking and sucking her clit again. Before I came I wanted to do some butt fucking. Marsha said okay, so I grabbed her and inserted my cock in her cunt for lubrication.
At this time she was struggling a bit, but my after I got the head in, the rest went in easily. My wife was holding Marsha’s shoulders down, still kissing her and calming her. Then my wife started licking my balls and thighs and even inserted her finger in my ass. I came very fast. The feeling of fucking an asshole was new to me, but pretty much what I expected. After cleaning up, Marsha was spent and drifted off to sleep. My wife and I then proceeded to fuck ourselves silly. I ate her four times and got two more blowjobs. After a good sleep, I woke up with the biggest hard on of my life. We continued to fuck the rest of the whole day away.
I feel closer to my wife and think we will be better off for our experience with Marsha. We plan to try again with the lady down the hall. For those of you who think your wife might be seeing somebody else, ask her. Maybe she is!
Mr. K.S.,
Louisiana
