Becoming A Hotwife

My thanks to Kenjisato for his editing, and fixing my punctuation. He does a great job on my stories. Thanks Kenji.

Becoming A Hotwife

My name is Elsa, my sister and I had been raised by parents who'd immigrated from Sweden to Minnesota as children, then had gotten married, when they grew up. They'd given birth to my older sister and then me. My sister is eighteen months older than me.

My sister and I were raised on a farm in a very rural area of Minnesota, a few miles from a very small community, where there was only one school, with a total of twenty-four students in grades one through twelve.

There was a boy my age, named Saul. He grew up on a neighboring farm, and we were always friends. When Saul matured, he was a little taller than me, he weighed about one-sixty-five. He was cute, with his curly blond hair and deep blue eyes. I had always liked him.

In high school, Saul started treating me differently, he tried to get close to me, I turned and ran away. I liked to tease him, I would flirt with him, but back then, I really didn't know how to flirt. I would not let him get too close to me.

One night, after our junior year in high school, there was a Fourth of July get-together, at the community Grange. There was lots of food, and when the sun started to set, the music started and everybody started dancing.

It was hot in the building, so I went outside to sit on a picnic table with my feet on the bench. Saul must have watched me leave, and then followed me. He sat down beside me, and we talked for a while.

Then I felt his hand on my cheek, and he kissed me; I kissed him back. We kissed for a few minutes, and I was getting some different feelings running through my body. Feelings that I had never felt before. Then Saul put his tongue in my mouth. I pulled away, shocked-- what the hell was he doing. Then the fireworks started, and I went to watch them.

Later, I told my sister that Saul had kissed me, and had tried to put his tongue in my mouth. My sister laughed, and told me that was a French kiss, and I would learn to like it.

It was about three months later, after Saul and I had both turned eighteen, and we had started our senior year of high school. I had matured a lot, and I was figuring out I needed more than just kissing.

I was a late developer, but my genetics had been good to me. I am five-foot-seven-inches tall, and weigh one-hundred-thirty pounds. I have the classic Scandinavian look, with prominent cheekbones, blue eyes and blonde hair. My measurements are 38-27-38, with D-cup tits, topped with big pink nipples, and silver-dollar-sized areolas. I was also blessed with shapely hips and what a lot of men have told me are long, sexy legs.

The next time Saul and I wound up alone together. When he kissed me, I let him put his tongue in my mouth; and I did it to him, I liked our tongues rubbing on each other. I felt what seemed like a little electric shock run to my little button in my private place.

We were interrupted by some other people, so I went home. When I got undressed for bed, my panties were soaked. When I got in bed that night, I thought about kissing Saul, and I felt that shock run to my little button again. I felt I had to touch it.

When I touched it, it felt so good, and as I rubbed it, it needed more, then my body tensed, and with a few more rubs, my body shuddered; I had to put my other hand over my mouth, to keep from crying out too loudly.

Later, when I got over my embarrassment, I asked my sister about it. She told me, that I had had a climax, also called an orgasm, and I would have a lot more of them from then on. I did-- it was like I had found a new candy.

Whenever we could get alone, we would make out, where Saul would squeeze my breasts on the outside of my clothes, and we would both moan out in pleasure.

I learned that thinking about Saul, seemed to make my self-induced climaxes even more intense, and after a makeout session with him, my climax was very intense. After being with Saul, I was so wet, that I would slip my finger inside of me, and rub my little button with my palm-- my climax exploded. I cried out so loud, I knew my parents had to have heard me.

My sister did hear me, and the next day, she told me to come with her, and we drove sixty miles to a bigger town. She took me to a Planned Parenthood clinic. When we went inside, my sister told the nurse that I needed birth-control pills. The nurse asked me some questions. One of them was how long I had been having sex.

When I responded that I wasn't having sex, my sister piped up. "Very soon."

The nurse smiled kindly at me, patted my hand, and gave me four disc-like containers, and explained to me how to take the pills. I needed to start taking the pink pills when I started my next period, and when the pink ones were gone take a white pill each day, and not to ever miss taking them.

I started to tell her that I wasn't having sex. She stopped me, again she patted my hand, and said. "Don't ever miss taking a pill."

On the drive home, I again told my sister, that I wasn't having sex.

She looked at me, and said, "I know Elsa, but just start taking the pills."

It was a few weeks later, that Saul and I went parking. We were making out, and he managed to unbutton my blouse, and touched my bare skin. Then he reached behind me, and after struggling with my bra, finally got it unclipped. He then rubbed his hand around my side to my breast, and squeezed it. It felt so good to he touched by him, it was so much different than with my own hand.

The next time we went parking, we were in a hurry to get my shirt and bra off. Saul took his shirt off, and we held each other, as we made out. I could not believe how good it felt to feel his flesh against mine, and have him pinch and squeeze my nipples. That little shock was igniting my little button. Saul tried to unbutton my jeans, I stopped him. My mother had told me to save myself for marriage.

Every night after my dates with Saul, when I went to bed, I would put my finger inside of me, and rub my little nub with my palm to get my climax.

When I was younger, I had seen animals mate. My parents, with much embarrassment, had told me, that was how babies were made. I had watched the females grow bigger, and then give birth.

It was at this time, when Saul and I began holding and discovering each other's bodies, that I watched a stallion mate with a mare.

I was leaning against a fence, watching as the two horses rubbed their heads against each other, and they were whinnying to each other. Then the stallion sniffed the mare's butt, her girl parts seemed to be fluttering and squirting a milky fluid.

The stallion neighed really loud, and raised up on his hind legs. His penis was sticking out so big, and so hard. As he raised up behind her, and put his front legs beside her body, his penis slid into the mare, and his body went wild, thrusting into her. Then he squealed, and his body shook-- so did mine; I squealed too, as my body shuddered. I had a climax as I leaned against the fence, watching them mate.

When his penis slid out of her, a lot of fluid flowed out of her twat; it seemed like half a gallon flowed out of her. Both horses looked ready to collapse, and it seemed they were done in. My orgasm had been incredibly strong, even without touching myself. Watching those horses mate, really got me thinking.

The next time Saul and I went parking, after we had our tops off, my nipples felt so swollen, so needy, I pulled his head down to my tits. He kissed my nipples, then I pulled his head in tighter, and he finally took my nipple into his mouth and sucked. Damn, the electric shock of that ran from my nipple to my clitoris was so strong, I squeezed my legs together so tightly trying to scratch the itch in my clitoris.

Saul reached his hand down to unbutton my jeans; this time I didn't stop him. He released my button and unzipped my jeans, and pushed them down off of my hips. Then he reached into my panties, and touched my pussy. I cried out with the most pleasurable feeling of my life. My pussy was so wet and so slick, his finger slipped into me so easily, even though with my jeans only part way down my legs, I could not spread my legs very wide.

When Saul had slipped his finger inside, I cried out, Saul moaned, and I had felt his pelvis thrust against my leg. With Saul thrusting his finger inside of me felt so good, but my clit needed to be touched. I put my hand on top of Saul's, gently pulling his hand up, and his slick finger out of me up to my clit.

I cried, "Oh yeah, baby, right there, oh yeah, oh yeah, ohhhh, ohhhhh, ohhhhh gaaaaawd!!!"

I climaxed so powerfully, I almost passed out. What an incredible feeling. I didn't think Saul knew what to do, but he did the perfect thing-- he slipped his finger back inside of me, and thrust his finger in and out of me, as he thrust his hips up and down on my thigh. I lay there in his arms, just so satisfied, so happy. I kissed him, and told him how good that had felt.

When I climbed into bed that night, I was remembering how good my climax had felt. The memory of the horses mating, and how the stallion had been so wound up, and his penis had looked so hard and anxious. Then I thought about Saul thrusting and rubbing his pelvis on me, and I realized that Saul's penis must have been hard and anxious. I had gotten my release, but he had not. I wondered if boys rubbed their penises to get a release. I decided that next time, he would get his release, too.

The next weekend when we went parking, I let Saul take off all of my clothes. I thought I would be embarrassed being naked in front of him, but the way he looked at me, and rubbed his hands all over my body seemed to empower me I liked being naked in front of him. Saul had his shirt off, and we kissed. Then he was sucking on my tits, and plunging his fingers into me, and of course, rubbing his palm up and down my swollen clit.

Reaching for his jeans, I unbuttoned, and unzipped his pants. Saul seemed so anxious, he helped me push his jeans and shorts down his legs. Then, for the first time in my life, I touched a boy's penis. It was hard, harder than I had expected. I moved my hand on it; it seemed so slick with the fluid that was leaking out of the little slit at the end. I was surprised by how silky and soft the skin was covering that hard inner rod.

Saul seemed so excited, it seemed his whole body was tense. I moved my hand up and down his shaft about ten times, when Saul thrust his hips forward, pushing his penis against my thigh; he grunted, grunted, and grunted again. I felt a hot liquid hitting my thigh, Saul's body shuddered, then he rolled onto his back. He was breathing so hard, I could feel his heart beating against my arm.

I reached my hand to my leg, and scooped up the goo sticking to my thigh. I looked at the thick, white goo on my fingers, bringing it to my nose, it smelled like bleach. I was so curious, I stuck my tongue out, and brought his jizz to my mouth. It tasted salty, bitter, but sweet all at the same time. I couldn't stop myself. I licked it into my mouth. It was so slick on my tongue, sticking to my tongue, my teeth, and to my cheeks. I liked it.

As I had not gotten my release, I was so wound up. I took a hold of Saul's hand and pulled it to my pussy. He realized what I needed, and put his fingers inside of me, and his palm on my clit, he finger-fucked and rubbed me to my climax.

It was a few weeks later that my parents were going to be gone for the weekend to a convention. Saul and I made plans to spend our first night together. We didn't talk about it, but I was going to give him my virginity.

I had a long talk with my sister, and told her that Saul was coming to our house and spending the weekend. I told her that this was going to be my first time. She talked for a long time, and told me what men really like girls to do, and how to do some of those things. She told me to take it slowly, and to tease their cocks, until they begged for release. She said their ejaculate was called cum, and she liked it.

Saul told his parents he was going camping that weekend, and he showed up at my house at about 5:00 o'clock. We ate a light dinner, then we sat down on the couch, and started making out. It wasn't long before we were both incredibly horny. I took his hand and led him to my bedroom. We stood by my bed, kissing and undressing each other. When we were both totally naked, it was my first time seeing Saul's cock. I had touched it, but had never seen it.

I had him lie down on my bed. Saul's eyes were wide open, he seemed so intent on watching my every move. I was extremely horny, but I remembered what my sister had told me. I lay down beside Saul, then moved down so I could lay my head on his stomach. Then I reached out to touch his cock.

I took it my hand and I made a fist, my fingers easily reaching all of the way around it, with just the helmet-looking head sticking out the top of my grip. Saul groaned, and his hips thrust.

I liked knowing that I had caused this reaction in Saul's cock, I watched the mostly clear fluid as it oozed out the slit at the top. I lifted my head and licked that fluid off the tip of his cock. Saul moaned and his hips thrust. I remembered what my sister had told me.

I got on my hands and knees, opened my mouth, and took his cock in my mouth, Saul moaned again and thrust his hips. I could only get the head in my mouth, because my hand was in the way. I moved my hand, and lowered my head, taking his full length into my mouth, my nose hitting Saul's pubes. I inhaled his smell, I liked his manly, musky scent. My sister had told me about how much boys like it, when a girl would take his cock into her throat, but Saul's cock did not reach my throat.

I did what my sister had told me-- I sucked hard and bobbed my head up and down. I reached my hand to his balls; they felt like pecans inside his loose sack. Everything I touched, everything I did, was so new, I loved everything about this, I was so excited.

I had only been sucking his cock a few minutes with Saul moaning, his cock got even harder in my mouth. I could feel the muscles in his legs tensing, then Saul's hips lifted off of the bed, and I felt his balls pull up to the base of his cock.

Saul grunted, like an anguished animal, and his hot cum began shooting into my mouth, then grunt after grunt, rope after rope of his cum shot to my throat. My mouth felt so full, I swallowed and swallowed. Finally after four or five heavy ejaculations, each one accompanied by a heavy grunt from Saul, his muscles relaxed, his ass falling to the bed, Saul's hand holding my head.

"Please, no more, it's so senseitive, no more."

I held his cock in my mouth; until it relaxed, then shrinking and receding to just a small mushroom--looking bump, sitting on his pubes. I quietly giggled to myself- boys cocks have a lot of personality.

I liked the taste in my mouth; my cheeks, tongue, teeth, and throat were all coated with Saul's sticky, slick cum. I coughed to loosen some of it from my throat. Then I moved up to kiss Saul, but he turned his head to avoid kissing me. I felt so empowered after having the control over his pleasure, that I pulled his head back, and I kissed him hard and deep, giving him the complete taste of his cum. In only a few seconds, Saul was moaning--, he even licked my tongue and teeth.

I think that tasting his own cum had awoken his desire once again. He broke his kiss, and moved his mouth down my body to suck on my tits, first one, then the other. It seemed that when he sucked on my tits, I felt a shock hit my clit like a tingle, and then when he pushed my tits together, sucking on both at the same time, the tingle in my clit became so intense.

Saul then moved down my body, and between my legs as I spread them wide for him. As I looked down at him, he inhaled the scent of my arousal, which seemed to really excite him. He plunged his face into my pussy, his tongue going wild, lapping up my copious juices. I really didn't think he knew what he was doing, but his enthusiasm really excited me. In only minutes, I was screaming out in pleasure as my climax let loose.

Saul must have really liked what he had done to me-- he didn't stop. I had to squeeze his head between my thighs to stop him from licking my over-sensitive clit. I finally released the grip my thighs had on his head.

Saul moved up between my legs when I spread them wider, I felt his cock poking my crotch, and I reached between us, to guide his cock to my opening. Saul pushed into me, there was a little bit of pain as he went through my barrier, and then he was inside of me.

We moaned together. Fuck, it felt good-- neither of us knew how to fuck, but instinct guided our bodies to thrust against each other. His cock sliding inside of my pussy, was such an incredible feeling. In just a few minutes, I felt Saul's body stiffen, his thrusting became hard and fast, then he drove his cock into me hard.

He grunted, "Ugggggh, uggggh, ugggh, uggh, ohhhh."

I felt so good, I had done this to Saul, I had made him cum. Saul lowered his body onto mine; his heart was pounding, he was breathing hard. I liked his weight on me. We had given each other our virginity. I loved fucking. That weekend, we must have fucked at least a dozen times.

After that weekend, every chance we got, we would get away and fuck; we would experiment-- licking, sucking, and fucking in all different positions.

We fucked all that school year, and all summer. We went to the same college, I lived in a dorm, Saul rented a house with three other guys. I would spend most of my time at Saul's place, and we would fuck in his room.

I had noticed Saul's roommates checking me out, and I liked those guys checking me out-- it always turned me on. Somtimes I would go down the hallway to the bathroom, in just my panties and t-shirt, I liked teasing them.

The following summer when we went home, we got married. And like all women, I started thinking, and I told Saul that I wanted to have a baby, but we both knew we should wait. When we went back to school, we rented a small apartment.

Saul was studying to be an accountant I was studying biology. We were very happy living together, and we were always making love. I was sure Saul was getting tired of hearing me say that I wanted him to put a baby in me.

Each summer, we would go back home, and we would stay at Saul's parent's house. Saul would work for his father on the farm. Both Saul's parents and mine kept asking us when we were going to have a baby. I was always telling Saul I wanted a baby.

During the summers, I would work as a waitress at the local cafe. It seemed men were always making remarks about my body, and asking me out on a date. I acted like I didn't notice, but it seemed my panties were always getting wet.

Just after we graduated, we were looking for more permanent jobs. As Saul was working on the farm one day, he was hooking up an implement to the tractor, when the implement shifted, Saul was crushed between the tractor and the implement.

An ambulance came, and Saul spent a couple of weeks in the hospital, his pelvis had been badly broken, and he had internal injuries. When Saul did get out of the hospital, it was two more weeks before he could walk.

It was about that time that Saul received a job offer from a drilling company in North Dakota. He accepted the offer and we moved to North Dakota for his new accounting job. We rented a small one-bedroom house, and again; my thoughts turned to having a baby, but Saul wanted to wait. He started his new job and I took a job as a waitress in a small cafe.

We both called our parents at least once a week. It seemed that every time we talked to them, they would ask us when we were going to give them grandchildren. We would tell them we weren't ready yet-- I didn't tell them how badly I wanted a baby.

As soon as Saul felt up to it, we were playing around; we had not had sex for over two months, and I really needed a good fucking. As we were making out, Saul was sucking on my tits, and playing with my pussy. I reached for Saul's cock, but it wasn't hard and swollen like it always had been. It wasn't exactly soft, but it sure wasn't hard, I moved down his body and took his cock in my mouth.

I played with, and then sucked on his cock but it just wouldn't get hard. Then Saul grunted, and I would guess he orgasmed, because a little bit of cum dribbled into my mouth. By then, I was so fucking horny, I moved up, and straddled Saul's face and he ate me to my climax. After Saul fell asleep, I lay there a long time, just thinking.

Over the next few months, I tried everything I knew to try to get Saul hard, but it just wasn't happening. Saul felt so bad, so inadequate. But him feeling bad didn't help my frustrations, and my needs. Saul would make me cum, by eating me out, but somtimes a girl needs to feel a hard cock inside of her. I really was missing that feeling.

I finally convinced Saul to go to a urologist who said his ability to get an erection may return. The doctor talked about a penile implant he said that there were three types of implants available, but because of Saul's smaller size, only the pump model would work for him. But putting in an implant would preclude Saul from ever getting a natural erection again, and that an implant would probably only give him an erection that was seventy-five or eighty percent of the size he used to achieve. Saul told the doctor that he would think about it. The doctor also said that because of his injuries, Saul might not ever be able to get me pregnant.

That night in bed, I was thinking about what the doctor had said about Saul's small size. I'd found that since his injury, it was not very exciting for me to jerk him off, or to suck on his small, limp penis. I loved Saul, and I liked getting him off, but it was starting to seem like I was only doing my duty. I tried to act like playing with his limp dick excited me, but I was sure he had realized that I was faking it.

My curiosity was also in overdrive-- I thought about what the doctor had said about Saul's small size. I wondered if other men were bigger, and if a bigger cock would feel different inside of me. I realized that just as women had all different sizes of tits, men probably had all different sizes of cocks

Every day at the cafe, there were men hitting on me, always asking me out on a date, and I was attracted to a couple of the guys. I had already fantasized about making their cocks hard. But after Saul's doctor appointment, I had started wondering if they might have bigger cocks than Saul.

I knew Saul felt terrible that he couldn't get hard, and fulfill my needs. One day he suggested that maybe I should date another man so that I could have my sexual needs fulfilled. I told him I couldn't do that I was married and that would be cheating. He said it wouldn't be cheating if he knew about it and wanted me to have a lover.

Saul mentioned it to me, several more times over the next month, about me taking a lover. I had been fantasizing more and more about a couple of different men at the diner, who kept asking me out. I was really horny, and was tempted to cheat, but I loved Saul and could never cheat on him.

The next time Saul mentioned me taking a lover. I asked him if he had someone in mind. He told me that he had been thinking of talking to his friend, Scott. I had met Scott before, he was a big man, probably six-foot-four, very muscular, and quite attractive, with blond hair and blue eyes. I had thought about how big of a man he was, and had even wondered about the size of his cock.

I said, "If this is what you really want, why don't you talk to Scott?"

A few days later, Saul told me that he had talked to Scott, and told him everything about his issues and about my needs. Saul told me that Scott had suggested that he and I go on a date. A few days later, I received a call from Scott, where he invited me on a date on Friday night.

I was so nervous all week. On Friday, I very carefully shaved my legs, then my mound, and finally between my legs, leaving me completely smooth. I wore a thin, form-fitting sweater, without a bra, and a pleated skirt, a little shorter than I would usually wear.

Scott knocked on our door at seven o'clock, and Saul invited him in. They both looked at me when I walked into the room. Scott told me how nice I looked, Saul had kind of a pained look on his face. I gave Saul a kiss on the cheek, and told him not to wait up, then Scott and I walked out the door.

We went to a nice restaurant, and had a great dinner. As we left the restaurant, Scott asked me if I would like to go to his house for a nightcap. I said I would, and we went to his home. Scott had a nice place, small but clean. He poured each of us a glass of wine, and we sat on his couch and talked.

Scott finally leaned over and kissed me. I kissed him back. Besides my husband, he was the only man I had ever kissed. I liked kissing Scott, I liked his taste. Scott stood up, and led me to his bedroom.

He took hold of the bottom of my sweater and pulled it over my head. Scott stared at my tits. Then he said. "You have really nice tits, Amy."

I unbuttoned his shirt, and he removed it. I sat down on the bed, and removed his pants, and then his boxers. Scott's cock was only partly hard, it was still drooping down.

I heard myself gasp, "Jesus, Scott, you're cock is huge."

"Do you like it?"

"Yes I like it. You know, it's only the second cock I have ever seen."

"You have only ever been with you're husband?"

"Yes."

"Baby, I promise, you are going to enjoy tonight."

I put my hand around his cock. Damn, it was thick. I lifted it to my mouth, I couldn't believe how heavy it felt, I took him in my mouth and ran my tongue around the ridge of his glans.

Scott moaned.

I moved my mouth down his cock, until it hit my throat. This was the first time I had ever felt a cock hit my throat. I put my hand around his cock below my mouth, and there was probably still room for my other hand, but it was busy exploring his balls.

I wanted to show Scott my talent at sucking cock-- I sucked hard and started bobbing my head, up and down his shaft, my right hand stroking below my mouth. My left hand was playing with his balls, which were the size of chicken eggs. Scott must have liked what I was doing, as he was moaning and his hips were gently thrusting. I loved sucking Scott's cock and the reaction I was getting.

Scott moaned out, "You have to stop, baby, you're gonna make me cum."

Scott pulled his cock out of my mouth, and pushed me back onto the bed. He unzipped my skirt, and pulled it off of me. My panties quickly followed. I liked being naked in front of Scott.

His eyes roamed up and down my body, "Damn!! Amy, you are fucking perfect!!"

Scott had me scoot up on the bed, then he lay down beside me. We kissed, then he leaned down, and kissed each of my tits before taking a nipple in his mouth. He began sucking and nibbling on each of my nipples. Then he kissed and licked his way down my body, kissing and licking my smooth mound, as he moved between my spread legs.

Scott was an amazing lover, he slipped his arms under my thighs, then moved his hands up to pinch, pull, and roll my nipples. His arms also tilted my pelvis up perfectly for his eager mouth-- Scott seemed enthralled with my pussy. He laid his head on my thigh as he inhaled my scent he licked me, taint to clit, and drove his tongue into my opening, tongue-fucking me.

It didn't feel like he was performing foreplay, it seemed he was making love to my pussy. My reaction to his ministrations was to have an incredibly intense climax. My clitoris was so sensitive, I clamped his head between my thighs. I begged him to stop. Scott used his hands to pry my legs apart, and moved his body up into the mating position.

I felt his stiff shaft poking my crotch a few times until nature guided his swollen organ through my waiting, wanting lips, and into my slick, needy opening. I cried out, not in pain but in pure unadulterated pleasure.

I had thought that maybe his size might hurt, but I had never experienced a feeling like this before. I needed more. I thrust my pelvis, Scott instinctively knew what I needed, driving his cock inside my body, until his balls hitting my ass stopped his cock from driving all of the way through me.

I cried out, "Stop, just hold there."

I lifted my legs, wrapping them around his back, and locking my ankles together. I pulled him in even deeper, I was in heaven. I felt so full, it was like, for the first time in my life, I felt complete-- this was how a woman was supposed to feel. But then the instinctual need took over, and we were fucking. We fucked hard and fast. In just minutes; I was screaming out in climax.

"Oh God, oh God, oh my fucking gaaaaawd!!!"

I had the most amazing climax of my life, my first ever from fucking. Then, as I was coming down from the peak, it felt like electric shocks were running down my legs, and a thousand little needles were trying to get out the bottom of my feet. Not hurting needles, but pleasure needles. Scott slowed, but kept moving with his long, deep thrusts, I started humping back against him. We were fucking each other hard again.

My husband would have finished, before I had cum, but Scott knew how to fuck... and how to last. He just kept fucking and fucking. I could feel my muscles tensing. Jesus!! I was going to cum again. Scott noticed my body tensing, my moans building, I could feel his muscles were loading up.

I felt his cock grow, and get even harder inside of me. His thrusts were more driven, then he drove his cock so hard and so deep inside of me. He roared, then I felt his cock pulse, and his cum splash inside of me. I joined him in the ultimate pleasure of climax. Our grunts, our screams of pleasure, joining together in our mutual orgasm.

As our orgasms receded, Scott lowered his spent body onto mine, our hearts pounded together, as our breathing returned to normal. Geez, Scott was big, he felt so good lying on top of me, his cock still inside of me. Saul would have fallen out already. In just a few minutes, I felt Scott's hips begin to move, his cock starting to get hard inside of me. We kissed passionately, lovingly.

The first time we fucked, we had been driven by unbridled lust, but since he had ejaculated his seed in me, I think that somehow we had formed an intimate bond; we kissed and then we made love. Scott laid his head beside mine, and we kissed, and nussled each other's necks; we were telling each other how good the other felt.

I was rubbing my hands up and down Scott's powerfully muscled back and sides. A thought flashed through my mind, even though I was on the pill, I thought about his sperm searching for my egg.

We made love slowly, kissing and pleasuring each other. Our sexual drives had been sated the first time we had fucked. This was more of a gentle mating, that is, until instinct took over, and we were fucking to reach our ultimate goal of climax. We orgasmed together, our grunts and cries melding together, as we held each other in the ultimate human experience.

After we had climaxed together, Scott rolled off of me and I lay in the crook of his arm, thinking. I had really liked Scott on top of me as we had made love, he felt so big, so manly. And feeling his big cock stretching me open, and feeling him pushing so deep inside of me, was so wonderful, so different than I was used to.

As we had fucked, I had expected him to cum quickly like Saul always had, but Scott had incredible stamina, and just kept fucking and fucking, bringing me to multiple climaxes before finally filling me with his seed.

We both napped, but we woke up at two o'clock in the morning. We got dressed, and Scott took me back to my husband. When Scott left, I told Saul that Scott was coming to our house for dinner that night.

After Saul and I climbed into bed, he started kissing me, he reached his hand down between my legs and plunged his finger into me. It had only been an hour since Scott had emptied his second load of cum into me. When Saul felt Scott's sticky cum inside of me, he moaned and he instinctively thrust his hips.

As he thrust his fingers into my juicy pussy, he wanted to know how my date with Scott went. Saul was my husband, and I loved him. I certainly wasn't going to tell him that Scott had a huge cock, and had fucked me to the most amazing orgasms of my life, over and over.

I wanted to keep seeing Scott, and realized I needed to keep my husband happy. I knew it wouldn't take long, so I moved down his body, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Saul move his hand to his mouth, and lick my pussy juice which included Scott's cum off of his fingers. I took Saul's limp dick in my mouth and sucked him to orgasm.

When we woke up in the morning, Saul and I talked about the previous night. I mentioned that I had seen him lick Scott's cum off of his fingers. Saul said he had wanted to reclaim me, after Scott had cum in me.

"I wanted to clean his sperm out of you."

I looked at Saul, and asked, "Why didn't you clean me, baby?"

"I didn't want you to think less of me."

"I would love it if you would clean me, baby."

Saul must have needed my approval, he moved down my body, and licked and sucked, cleaning me of all the reachable cum that Scott had deposited inside of me.

That evening, Scott showed up at six. We ate a light dinner, then had a glass of wine. I knew Scott would feel uncomfortable making the first move in front of my husband, so when we finished our wine, I took Scott's hand and led him to our bedroom. My husband followed, and took his place in a chair beside the bed.

Scott and I stood beside my marital bed, and we kissed passionately, and as we kissed, we removed each other's clothes. I sat down on the bed. I had sucked Scott's cock the previous night, but I had stopped before he had cum. Here I wanted to feel him cum in my mouth, I wanted to taste his cum.

I loved sucking his cock, it was so big and felt so different in my mouth from what my husbands ever had. I had only been sucking Scott's cock a few minutes, when I heard Saul grunt. I looked over at my husband, who had gotten himself naked, his head was back against the chair, his fingers were still on his penis, and his cum was still dribbling out of his small limp dick. I felt sorry for my husband.

I had my hands on Scott's muscular ass cheeks, as I was sucking him, every once in a while, I would take his cock into my throat, until I would gag, then I would pull my head back. Scott must have liked feeling his cock in my throat, because every time I took him in my throat he would moan.

His cock was so big, my jaw was getting sore, but just as I thought I would have to give up, Scott's moans became louder, and more intense. I felt his ass muscles tensing up, then they got so hard, his hips thrust his cock hard into my mouth, roaring out, grunting and gruntig... and grunting. With each grunt he ejaculated a huge rope of cum into my mouth. I swallowed and swallowed, but I just couldn't keep up; his cum gushed out of my mouth, down my chin, and onto my tits.

I giggled to myself remembering when I was a teenager, and I had climaxed watching the stallion and mare mating. Then the cum gushing out of that mare after the stallion had pulled his cock out of her.

When Scott finally finished ejaculating, l could swallow the rest of his cum. His cock was still in my mouth, when my eyes turned to look at my husband. Saul was leaning forward, his eyes were huge, it seemed he had just witnessed something he couldn't believe.

As I pulled my mouth off of his cock, Scott stumbled a bit, I thought he might fall down, again I giggled to myself, a man's climax sure takes his strength away. In a minute, or so he recovered, enough to open the bedding and had me lie down, and he moved up to put his face to my very wet, very needy pussy. Scott laid his head on my thigh, and three times, inhaled deeply taking in my scent. I was so happy he enjoyed my smell.

Scott licked me, from taint to clit. Then he flicked his tongue over my clit a dozen times, as I cried out in pleasure. I had gotten wound up sucking his cock and exciting him to the point of his orgasm. He was very quickly taking me to my peak, it didn't take him long, getting me to the edge, then it hit-- I was screaming as I climaxed on his tongue.

My body was still shuddering, when Scott rolled me over to my front, then gripped my hips and lifted my ass up until I was on my knees. I felt so vulnerable, my most intimate parts fully exposed to my new lover. I felt his cock at my juicy lips, and then he pus

hed his cock into me. Oh God, his cock felt so good as it slid into my body. It had been about eighteen hours since his cock had last been inside of me, but I had missed feeling him stretching me, filling me, he felt so good.

Scott started thrusting, and with each thrust, I felt his balls bounce against my clit, and his cock bottoming out in my stomach. Damn, I loved his fucking, I loved feeling so full, so complete.

I couldn't look at my husband, I felt so guilty thinking about how much better Scott felt inside of me. My mind was back on just feeling.

I could feel my nerves winding up, my muscles tensing.

Then it hit me, my mind and body let loose, my whole body shuddered. I gripped the sheets as I screamed out in the most incredible climax. Scott didn't slow down, he kept fucking me full force, I heard the slap of his skin on mine, I felt his balls slapping on my clit, damn, this man could fuck.

It didn't take long before my nerves were tensing again, Scott's fuck strokes felt even deeper, more powerful. His cock was getting harder, even bigger inside of me.

I said it to Scott, but it was for my husband's benefit. "Cum in me, baby, cum hard, give me your cum."

He did. He pulled on my hips hard, then roared out; in intense pleasure, then grunt after grunt after grunt, I felt his seed splashing against my cervix and my walls. Feeling his ejaculations inside of me took me over the edge again, and I was screaming out with such intense sensations flowing through my body, as my contractions milked his cock.

Then together, we fell forward onto the bed, uncoupling as we collapsed; our hearts pounding, our breathing rampant as we fell asleep.

When I woke in the morning, I was spooned against Scott's back, it just felt right. I rubbed my hand along his side. Scott rolled over to face me, and we kissed gently. I reached for his cock, in just minutes he was hard, and I pulled him on top of me, as I spread my legs for him.

Scott's cock easily slid into my very juicy pussy. He lay on top of me and we kissed as he gently thrust with just his hips. We slowly made love to each other. When we fucked, Scott had incredible stamina. But that morning as we made love, he went on forever. But after a while, as would happen to every couple making love, it would feel so good, that lust would rear its head, the lovemaking turning into fucking, and the drive to climax becoming the ultimate need for them.

Of course, it happened to us-- our lust took over. Scott's thrusts became longer, deeper, more driven. I wrapped my legs around Scott's back and humped my ass up, meeting each of his thrusts with one of my own. The natural instinct to orgasm took over-- our fucking became more driven, more animalistic, we were fucking hard, moaning, grunting, and crying out. Then we reached our goal together.

Scott was grunting with each ejaculation, my screaming came as my nerves all released at once. When our orgasms were complete and our contractions subsided, Scott lay on top of me and we kissed and held each other as sated lovers do.

After about fifteen minutes of our holding and loving on each other, we climbed out of bed to head to the shower. My poor husband looked so pathetic, sitting in his chair. He looked completely wrung out sexually and emotionally.

I leaned over him and kissed him, then quietly told him, "I love you, baby, thank you for giving me this, and don't worry, I will always love you."

Saul gave me a weak smile, then said, "I love you too."

Scott and I showered together, and then he got dressed. He kissed me goodbye, and shook Saul's hand and thanked him for sharing his wife with him, and then he walked out the door.

Saul took a shower, as I lay back down in bed. When he came out of the shower he joined me in our bed. Saul seemed to be in shock.

I asked him. "Are you okay, baby?"

"I guess, I just didn't realize his cock would be so big."

"He does have a big cock, doesn't he."

"And I didn't realize another man could make you cum, especially over and over."

"He does last a long time."

Saul looked at me with a forlorn look. "Do you love him?"

"No, Saul, I love you, but I really do love fucking him."

"I love you. Elsa."

Then Saul moved down and cleaned me. He ate me out so good, I think he put everything he had into eating me that morning. I had a wonderful climax. Then we fell asleep holding each other.

Scott would show up at our house almost every Friday night, and he and I would spend the whole night fucking. That went on for several months. Then one night, he told us he was going to move back to Oregon in a couple of months.

After he left that Saturday morning, Saul asked me how I felt about that. I told him that I would miss Scott and I would miss our Friday-night sessions. Saul said that we would find me another lover to take care of my needs. But for the time being he would like me to quit taking my birth-control pills.

"Saul, you know that I will most likely get pregnant."

"We both want a baby. Scott is leaving he will never know, and except for his size, he and I share a lot of similarities in looks. Hell, maybe I will raise a football player."

"I love you so much, Saul."

When Scott did leave two months later, he left a baby inside of me, a grandchild for our parents, and; as it turned out, a son for Saul to raise.

I have never had a problem finding men to fulfill my needs. There are a lot of men out there that are ancious to get a fresh piece-of-ass. It turned out that over the the next six years, Saul wound up with another son and a daughter.