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By MuffDiver (h.landers1961@hotmail.com)


Hi Kristen,

I am one of your most devoted fans and a frequent and steady visitor to your web site of erotic stories, The Kristen Archives. I have often wished that I could do something to show my gratitude for all the pleasure you have given me. I considered contributing money or maybe writing some stories myself. But I am not a wealthy man and really can't afford to contribute money to the maintenance of the archive, and until recently, my sex life with my wife has been fairly routine and not worth writing about. And besides I'm a klutz when it comes to writing.

But recently a fantastic event occurred in the sex life of my wife, Christy, and I that awakened in me desires that I never knew I had which has opened up vast new vistas of sexual experiences for Christy and I giving us both more pleasure and satisfaction than either of us ever imagined that we would ever experience.

So I decided to take the plunge and try to give something back in sincere appreciation and gratitude for all the pleasure you have given me and have attempted to write about this event that has so enriched our sexual lives hoping that some of your readers will enjoy reading about it. Keep up the great work babe.

MuffDiver


My wife, Christy, and I are duplicate bridge players who enjoy going to duplicate bridge tournaments as often as we can which are usually five or six day affairs in big hotels that always attract hundreds of players. She is an excellent bridge player with a well established reputation as one of the finest players in our region and she is regularly asked to partner with many of the best known nationally recognized professional players whenever they come to compete in local and regional tournaments in our part of the country.

Christy and I had been married for almost nine years and for the first seven and a half to eight years we had what I thought was a very normal but robust and happy sex life together. But a little over a year ago an event happened that developed in me a powerful secret desire to watch Christy make mad, passionate love to other men.

I don't mean to just passively lay back and get fucked by another man, but to actually take an active lead in fucking them and sucking their cocks and eating their cum. We had been married for almost eight years when this compulsion began. It happened when I accidentally stumbled on my wife fucking and sucking the cock of a fellow bridge playing friend who had been a guest at a duplicate bridge party at our home one Friday night.

Among our circle of bridge playing close friends we frequently have bridge parties at each others homes that usually involve 12 to 16 people to make up 3 or 4 tables of bridge. A typical bridge party starts around 6:00 pm with cocktails, heavy hors d'oeuvres, and some socializing before we settle down to starts playing bridge around 7:00 pm.

We usually play a standard set of 28 to 32 deals (we call them boards because each deal of four hands is preserved in a board with slots for the four hands and every pair gets to play each deal once). The game consists of rounds where two pairs at a table will play a set of four boards and then all the pairs move to a different table in accordance with a movement schedule to play the next set of different boards with a different pair that they haven't yet played with.

This scenario continues for about seven or eight rounds until every pair have played all the deals and one round with every other pair. The boards are then scored to see which pair got the best result on each deal, and the results for each pair are tallied up to see who was the overall winner for the evening.

It sounds very complicated but it really isn't and we always have a good time. The whole thing takes about three hours with lots of drinking going on between rounds which takes about three to four hours. Then we break up to talk about the interesting hands we just played, maybe dance a little if some are so inclined, drink even more, and generally just have a good time until 1 or 2 am by which time most of us are pretty well oiled with booze.

On this particular Friday evening the bridge party was at our home and it had been a big success. The bridge produced a lot of interesting hands that generated even more lively discussion and lots of drinking. I had been drinking Scotch shooters all night long and by midnight I was pretty well blown away and Christy helped me up to our bedroom.

In my drunken stupor I was clumsily trying to suck her tits as she helped me to undress to get into bed and the last thing I remember her saying to me as she helped me to undress to get into bed was to gather my second wind and not to dare beat my meat because she would be back in a few minutes to give me a blow job and fuck my brains out just as soon as she could usher the last five or six hardcore bridge players out the door to end the evening. But when my head hit the pillow, I just passed out cold.

It was somewhere around 4 am when I woke up with a raging hard-on needing to take a piss real bad and I staggered out of bed still in a semi-drunken fog and into the bathroom to take care of business oblivious to the fact that Christy was not in bed with me. When I finished pissing I felt this powerful thirst caused by all the booze I had consumed during the party and decided to go down to the kitchen to get a big glass of ice cold water.

I left the bathroom and went into the hall to the head of the stairs still not noticing that Christy was not in our bed. The house was completely dark and quiet and as I started down the stairs I heard this muffled moan and grunting that seemed to come from our guest room at the end of the hall.

I was still in a semi-drunken stupor and remember thinking to myself, "That's strange. What could be going on down there?" I went to investigate and noticed that the door to the guest bedroom was about half open and the room was bathed in a soft dim light that was coming from the street lamp on the curb that was immediately opposite the bedroom window whose blinds must have been up.

I couldn't see the bed through the partially open door because it was behind the door. But as I started to reach for the door knob to push the door open, I could see the bed in the reflection of the large mirror over the dresser that was against the wall on the right side of the bed. What I saw caused me to freeze dead in my tracks.

Christy was completely nude straddled on top of some man with his hard cock stuffed into her cunt and she was humping up and down on that hard rod moaning and whispering to him to hurry up and shoot his hot cum into her pussy as she leaned over his body so that he could suck on her tits. (That is one of her favorite fucking positions. She loves for me to suck her tits while she humps up and down on my cock.)

Christy was in the throes of ecstasy. I was stunned by what I was witnessing and my eyes were frozen on that mirror as I was mesmerized by the site of my wife fucking that man's brains out while he sucked on her tits. My head was full of a jumble of confusing thoughts as I stood there transfixed watching and listening to her as she was softly saying to him,

"C'mon Stan baby. Shoot me full of that sweet, hot, love juice of yours. I want it to fill my insides and taste it on my tongue. Your monster cock is magnificent baby. It's stretching my cunt like it's never been stretched before. Shove it in hard and deep baby and fill me up with your sweet cock sauce. Oh God it feels so good! I'm starting to come again baby... Oh God, Oh God, Oh God... I'm cumming baby! I can feel your cock swelling. Shoot it to me! Shoot it to meee!

Stan broke his lip lock on Christy's right tit and exclaimed, "Here it comes baby! I'm cumming doll, I'm cumminng!" He grunted and shoved deeply four or five times, "Ugggghhhh!" And emptied his load of hot cum into my wife's cunt and then said, "Oh my God Christy, that was great... you are one fantastic world class fuck baby! But I'm afraid that I'm all fucked out angel."

(Stan Bartlett was from Chicago and he was one of the better known professional duplicate bridge experts in our region. He was in town to play in our local unit's annual 3-day club championship tournament which had ended earlier on that Friday afternoon. Christy was on his team for the Flight A Knockouts and they had swept the field and won the championship. Christy had been pumped up all evening basking in the glow of their victory, but I never suspected that she was so high as to want to fuck Stan.)

Anyway, as I watched and listened to her performing like an accomplished whore, I knew that I should be enraged and should be confronting the two of them and beating the hell out of Stan. But I couldn't make myself move because I also knew that the sight of my wife fucking Stan was the most erotic thing I had ever seen. Without being aware of it, I had generated a tremendous hard-on and had been standing there unconsciously holding that hard-on while watching her fuck Stan.

When Christy hit the peak of her massive orgasm, I was so filled with erotic lust that before I knew what was happening the cum rushed up out of my balls and raced down my cock spewing out all over the bedroom rug in five massive spurts of hot cum in the most intense orgasm I think I have ever experienced. But they were both so deeply into their own sexual ecstasy that they didn't notice or hear a thing.

And now I was hoping that she would continue fucking him as soon as they got their strength back. My God, I thought to myself, the sight of Christy fucking another man turned me on more than anything had ever done before. I wanted her to do it again!!, or at least watch her suck his cock until he came in her mouth and she swallowed his cum.

But at the same time, I didn't want Christy to know how much I was turned-on by watching her fuck Stan. I was afraid she would think of me as a weak man who was either a coward afraid to defend what was his or else some sort of weird sexual pervert who took pleasure in watching his wife fuck and suck other men like a common whore.

While all these thoughts were racing through my head, Christy was laying on top of Stan's stomach and chest with his cock still stuffed up into her cunt recovering from her massive orgasm, and she was telling him how much she loved being fucked by him. She said that it was better than making a grand slam because he gave her the best orgasms she had ever had with just his cock in her cunt and that she rarely was ever able to reach orgasm when I fucked her with my small cock, and she would usually have to finish herself off by hand or ask me to finger fuck her because she knew I didn't like to eat a pussy full of cum.

Then almost as if she was telepathic and could read my thoughts as I was silently willing her to fuck him again, she began to stir and scooted her body down to take his now semi-hard cock into her mouth and started sucking on it. Stan moaned and said,

"God Christy, that feels wonderful, but it's too soon doll. After that first massive cum eating blow job and the other blow jobs, hand jobs and great fucks that you gave me, my balls are exhausted and it's going to take more than just a little while before they can generate another big load of cum. Besides, it's getting really late and I don't want Fred to wake up and catch us because I want us to be able to get together again many times. You are without a doubt the best cock-sucking, cum eating, piece of ass that I have ever had and I don't want anything to queer it now."

Christy replied, "Boy Stan, you really know how to sweet talk a woman don't you. I've never before had anyone tell me that I was the 'best cock-sucking, cum eating, piece of ass they ever had in just that way, and I think I probably should be offended, but I'm not. I'm really very happy because I know that I really am the best, and I'm ecstatic that you think that about me. Now be quiet. I'm not trying to give you another blow-job. I know it's too soon. All I want to do is to suck out all the remaining cum in your cock's piss tube to taste it again. I love the taste of your delicious cock sauce baby, and I don't want to waste a drop of it.

And as for Fred, don't worry about him. He was so completely drunk when he passed out that I doubt if he will be stirring before 10 o'clock in the morning, and what he doesn't know about won't hurt him. I won't tell him if you won't." And she then resumed sucking on his cock and savoring the cum that was still leaking out of it.

Finally, when she had sucked Stan's cock completely dry, she said to him,

"OK, baby. You're cock sauce well is completely dry now so I'll give you a break and call it a night. I know you're right about not taking any more chances on getting caught. And I too certainly don't want anything to get in the way of my being able to get together with you again as often as you want me. I want to be fucked by you as often as possible. You have the most magnificent huge cock that I have ever experienced, certainly a whole lot bigger and better than Fred's. His is not too bad mind you. But it's just barely adequate most of the time.

Fred's cock really pales in comparison to your magnificent weapon and I'm really looking forward to sucking up its delicious, hot, cock sauce and being fucked by it many more times. Now you have my cell phone number, so give me a call real soon baby so we can coordinate on tournaments and such. OK?

Stan replied, "You got it doll. You'll be hearing from me soon. You're the hottest thing I have ever been with. I love your enthusiastic appetite for pure raw sex in all its forms. I especially love the taste of your cunt and cunt juice. You've got the sweetest tasting cunt I have ever eaten. Christy giggled, "I'm glad you like it baby. You can thank Fred for that. He likes me to oil up my pussy with some flavored cunt oil before he eats it. I had already oiled up my cunt expecting Fred to eat me before I fucked him last night, but he was passed out dead drunk when we came up last night.

"I'm surprised you didn't recognize the strawberry flavor. He has several different flavors for variety. He likes to say that just like a good tasting salad can be improved into a great tasting salad with the right salad dressing, so can a good tasting cunt become a great tasting cunt when it's dressed with the right flavored cunt oil. I think it's kind of cute and I don't mind accommodating him if it means that I will get my cunt sucked and eaten more often."

Stan replied, "Interesting guy your Fred. I'll have to get to know him better. I like the way he thinks. But anyway you're a dream come true, and I'll be calling you soon to see when we can meet again to play and I mean both bridge and with each other. Good night doll."

As Christy began to move to get up, I came out of my trance like state and quickly scooted back to our room and jumped into bed. Then when Christy came into our bedroom, I pretended to be in a deep sleep and she quietly slipped into her side of the bed still nude, and lay quietly on her back not moving as if she was trying to detect any movement on my part.

After about five minutes I could detect some slight motion from her side of the bed and chanced cracking the eye lid of my eye closest to her and watched out of the narrowest slit opening quietly taking the fingers of her right hand and inserting them into her cunt to scoop up Stan's cum that was still draining down from deep in her cunt where he had dumped his massive loads of cum, and then was sucking it off her fingers into her mouth.

I almost lost it then, and felt like jumping over on top of her and shoving my cock into her mouth and shouting, "Do you want some hot cum bitch?? Suck on this you whoring slut and I'll shoot you a big fresh load of tasty hot cock sauce down your throat!!" But I didn't. It took all my will power, but I continued to feign being asleep because I wanted a lot more time to decide how I was going to react to this turn of events. Eventually exhaustion took over and both Christy and I fell off into deep sleeps.

At about 9 o'clock I was having an erotic dream that a beautiful, well stacked, young woman was softly stroking and sucking on my cock when I slowly became aware that it was not a dream and opened my eyes to see Christy giving me a blow job. She was lying on her side with her left hand around the base of my cock, her right hand gently caressing and lightly massaging my balls, and my hard cock in her mouth sucking on it and swirling her tongue all around the head.

I involuntarily groaned with pleasure causing her to look up at me and I sleepily said, "What are you doing Christy?" She stopped sucking for a minute and smiled at me and said, "Now what does it look like I'm doing silly? I'm giving you a wake-up blow job. I'm really horny baby. Don't you remember when I helped you up to bed last night? I told you I would be right back to give you a cum eating blow job and fuck your brains out. And when I returned a little while later I was devastated with disappointment to find you completely passed out cold. I tried to revive you by sucking on your cock, but you were so far gone that it wouldn't even get hard."

Then she giggled a little and said, "That was actually fun sucking on your completely limp dick. It was so soft and wriggled around like a little worm in my mouth as I pushed it around with my tongue. I'd like to try that again sometime soon. But that's not what I wanted right then. Winning the knockouts with Stan gave me a real rush and I was so high and horny that all I wanted to do was to taste your hot cock sauce and then get royally fucked by you. But with you passed out drunk all I got was hornier. Now be quiet and just lay back and enjoy letting me finish sucking you off. I'm really hungry for your cock sauceunless of course you'd like to suck on my cunt at the same time?"

I replied, "No, that's OK honey, I'll save that delight for a little later." I knew her cunt was still full of Stan's cum which was now at least four or five hours old and stale, and I didn't relish the idea of sucking it out of her cunt.