Rachel’s Big Night

Rachel was a 22 year old 5’ 10” blonde haired green eyed beauty when I met her. Now, five years later, and after three years of marriage, she looks as good now as she did when I met her. She has perfect 36C breasts, with large puffy areola that are super sensitive. However, recently, another of her best physical attributes changed, along with her sweet look of innocence.
Being sixteen years older than Rachel, I sometimes felt guilty about my worldliness and her total innocence. I asked Rachel if she felt she had missed out by not sleeping with anyone but me. She always insisted “she only wanted me” and that she was glad she had not gone any farther with her prior boyfriend.
One night, after a lot of drinking, our foreplay progressed and Rachel was really close to her first ****** of the evening, when I teasingly asked her again about her past naughtiness, and she breathlessly admitted she had let Tom play with her bare breasts and had allowed him to finger her tight *****. She said she had gotten spooked when he placed her hand on his **** and stopped. I teased her about this, saying that the poor guy probably had the biggest set of blue balls known to man. At that, her eyebrows raised and with a shy or guilty look, lowered her eyes. I played with her and asked, what’s that look? She said “nothing” and tried to change the subject, but finally admitted she had gone a little farther. I could tell she was getting close to an ******, so I teased and prodded until she admitted she had played with Tom’s ****. Just then I entered her as she shook with an intense ******. I kept slowly rubbing my **** up and down her slick ***** as I assured her it was alright to tell me the real story . . . She looked me in the eyes and with a shy look said, “well, his **** was pretty big” and she squirmed under my physical and mental manipulation. I mouthed, “how big . . .” she looked me in the eyes, as she had her second intense ******, “Oh godddd . . . longer, thicker” she gasped, as she bucked and kept cuming. She said he just seemed too big to fit inside her. I pushed her on the question of “do you wish you had tried it” . . . she continued her ****** while shaking her head no.
I often brought up the subject of “another man, or a strange **** ” while making love, noticing how turned on she got, even though she insisted she had no interest.
Two weeks ago a friend from college came to town, and met Rachel and me at his hotel lounge. We were all having a good time as Rachel danced, drank, and joked with both of us. John told me (while she was in the bathroom) how hot my wife was, and that I was lucky to be dipping into that. I told him, “you have no idea, she is so sexy, tight, and hot . . . I feel guilty keeping her all to myself.” John quickly offered “Wow, I’ll help reduce your guilt . . .“ I told him that I had asked her if she felt she had missed out by not being with another man? When I brought it up to her while making love, it was obvious that the thought turned her on . . . she had super *******, and recently said “YES“ as she came harder than ever before . . . But, ten minutes later said she would never really go there. I told him I didn’t believe her, and that it turned me on thinking about her with another man, All John said was “wow”, as his eyes met Rachel’s as she rejoined us. I kissed her and whispered, “be nice to John”. She gave me a suspicious look as John winked at me, and led her back to the dance floor. They were dancing a slow dance and it was obvious I had emboldened him . . . as his hands went from her lower back to her perfect ***, as he maneuvered her to the far, darker side of the dance floor, and I saw them kiss. When they came back,
Rachel, looking guilty, leaned over saying “you are bad” giving me a wet kiss, and whispered, “I let John get kind of naughty and he said you were ok with it“. Just then, John invited us up to check out his suite and have a drink. Rachel looked at me in a nervous but sexual way as we simply followed John. It was a high class set up, with a Jacuzzi and a view of the beach. While John fixed us all a drink, Rachel and I went out on the balcony where I kissed her and caressed her *** and breasts. Her breathing was hot and heavy and I slipped my hand down inside her panties easily sliding a finger into her hot wet *****, and said, “my my, you are a naughty girl . . .” She started to protest, but I continued kissing and caressing her as she said in a low sexy voice “what about John” as she squirmed looking over my shoulder to see that John WAS watching us. I looked her in the eyes as she whispered “are you sure you know what you’re doing?” Rachel lowered her eyes as I maneuvered her and laid her down on the lounger, moved her skirt up and lowered her panties. Breathing hard, she strained to see John still watching. I slipped her panties off, under mild protest . . . then I whispered, “be nice to John. . .” as I headed to the bathroom and handed him her soaked panties. He smiled nearly knocked me down as he headed straight for Rachel.





I waited ten minutes or so before I came out, stopping to watch them kissing. I could see they were doing more than kissing, as John removed his hand from under her skirt, it was obviously he had been finger ******* Rachel. I joined them, John smiled and said, my turn, and headed for the bathroom. Rachel said, “is this what you wanted?” . . . looking disheveled and guilty. I nodded as I slid my hand down inside her skirt, finding her very slick ***** . . . “good job John . . .” as I slowly moved us from the lounger to the bed, while kissing her as I opened her top and pushed her skirt up, and easily opened her legs wide, with only moaning in lieu of protest. She was so hot she was ready for ****, whether John was watching or not. I then discretely motioned for John to come out. Rachel had her eyes closed tight, (I think because she suspected . . .) and didn’t see John slide in behind me. I moved up a little, making room, kissing her while blocking her view as John carefully moved into position. Rachel was so hot, she later told me that she had fantasized that it was John’s **** rubbing up and down her wet slit, as she whispered “God I want it, but it’s not fair to John”. I kissed her deeply, and said, “its alright, just let it happen” just as John slowly pushed the head of his **** into her tight, wet opening.
As the head of John’s **** entered her, her eyes widened and she gasped as she pushed me away, finally seeing what was happening. Then we both saw Johns enormous ****, and it’s big bulbous head really stretching her. John pushed harder, and the head disappeared in her, causing her to whimper “ohhhh myyyyyyy Godddddd” as she started to quiver and shake with her first ******. John pushed slowly as Rachel squirmed to accept more of his ****, and adjust to its size. She then kissed him deeply while looking into his eyes, then slowly turned, looking into mine as she raised her hips to watch John’s **** slowly stretch and push further into her
. . . she gasped into my ear “he’s soooo big ahhhhhhh” . . . as the rest of his **** slid in until he was totally buried in her. They laid perfectly still, except for Rachel’s shuddering as she whispered “Godddd, Immmm cummmmming” as another ****** rocked her. She turned to John as he began to slowly **** her with, powerful thrusts. I moved back watching my beautiful wife get in to it, taking all of his ****. Rachel looked down in awe, as he slowly pulled all the way out, pulling her ***** lips with him before slowly sliding back in until their wet pubic hair mingled . . . he was hitting new depths in her newly stretched *****.
She started coming again and shook, shuddering and moaning as John slowed his pace and placed her legs over his shoulders. He then pushed slowly as Rachel’s face contorted as his **** twitched and expanded deep inside her. John’s *** hit her hard as he strained and shook, filling her like never before. Rachel’s face looked pained, as yet another ****** hit her and John pressed into her hard and deep, as they came together. We all watched his **** pull her ***** lips out and then push them back in, as his still hard **** punished her *****, leaving it swollen, reddened, and dripping. I tapped John’s shoulder, he kissed her while pulling out and moved off. I quickly took his place before Rachel could protest, easily sliding in to the hilt, not feeling the usual tight resistance, just a sloppy, cavernous hot wetness. I started to slowly slide in and out noticing that my wife’s ***** had been physically altered by John’s ****. I wondered if it would ever be the same tight ***** I loved? Rachel looked at me with indifference and whispered, “God he is sooo big . . . I can barely feel you, yet I still feel every part inside me that he touched . . . are you happy now”? My answer was a kiss, as I added my load to Johns in her *** filled *****. As I slipped out, John was back on her. He entered her with one stroke, then carried her to the bed, impaled on his huge ****. As he laid her on the bed and settled over her, Rachel reached down, sliding her hand up and down his giant slippery **** and arched up to take all of him. She looked him in the eyes and said “**** me John, stretch my ***** good, so my husband will get verrry sloppy seconds”. With this Rachel looked at me and moaned loudly, “I’m coming you ******“. John ****** her, moving her on top so we could all see his ****, stretch and ream her as they ****** each other hard. They were thrashing, moaning, and Rachel kept cuming time and again. Johns balls tightened and he started to shake as they erupted into another vocal ******, their bodies collapsing in a heap of *** and sweat. I laid down next to Rachel, looking into her glassy eyes, holding her as she softly whispered, “wow”. All three of us drifted off to sleep. I woke up to the sound of John and Rachel ******* loudly as she rode him while leaning down, watching his long, thick shaft disappear into her. I climbed behind her, guiding my hard **** to her tiny anal opening. She leaned around saying “no way”, but I pressed into her opening, finding wetness from the *** trail. At this point Rachel slid forward on Johns ****, and then slowly slid back, taking my **** head into her virginal ***. When I was in about two inches, she shuddered with a massive ******, slamming back on me, allowing me to slide in all the way, while taking all of Johns ****. I started to shake, turning her head, kissing her as I came in her *** for the first time. Rachel kept cuming and John announced that he too was shooting in her. I felt her *** tighten and also felt John‘s **** throbbing thru the membrane separating our imbedded *****. I fell asleep with my beautiful wife still slumped on top of John, with his **** was still buried in her.
When I woke up, I turned toward Rachel, her eyes were open and John had his arm over her, his hand closed on her breast. She moved her finger to her lips, giving me the be quiet sign, and slowly lifted her leg so that I could see.
Johns **** was still buried inside her, even while he slept . . . what a picture. She slowly pulled away and I led her into the bathroom while *** leaked out, streaming down her thighs. She looked at me, starting to cry softly, saying “what have we done”? I answered, “You just got seriously ****** by the biggest **** I’ve ever seen, and you loved it. Your tight ***** is a thing of the past though, what do you think about that?” Rachel paused and said with an attitude, “I’ll still be tight for John, just not you . . .” I knew she was upset and no doubt sore, albeit, sexually satisfied
We had a very quiet ride home as she slept most of the way. I carried her in and laid her on the bed. I took off her clothes, kissed her and told her to sleep. She fell asleep with her leg over mine, leaving a wet sticky mess trailing from her very used *****. I lay there, wondering if I had ruined her and our marriage. I reached down and gently spread her legs apart, then carefully opened her reddened ***** lips, noticing how large her previously tight ***** was after her session with John.
Rachel started to slowly rub her swollen ***** against my hand, whimpering while my fingers were swallowed by her cavernous, sopping ****. I moved on top of her easily sliding in all the way, again noticing how big her vagina felt. Rachel reached down grasping my ****, jacking me off as she ****** me. I whispered “did you like ******* Johns huge ****”. She bit my lip as she began to shudder with yet another ******, giving me the obvious answer. I came hard, shaking and groaning, as my **** wilted and fell out. Rachel fell asleep in that position, legs spread and ***** gaping open. *** continued leaking out of her. It was 2 pm when she finally came out to find me in the kitchen. She sheepishly looked down, not really wanting to deal with what had happened. She had been crying and I gave her a hug while quietly telling her, “everything is ok, I love you and gave you a free pass, giving you a second chance to find out what you missed.” Rachel looked me in the eyes and said “While you were sleeping, John was gently ******* me and asked me if I wanted to get together again . . . and I said Yes”. “I have to admit, I could never have imagined . . . and I have never felt so completely filled, or been caught up in such a raw sexually charged orgasmic experience . . . God, he must have made me *** a dozen times . . . and I know this is what you wanted . . . but I am so totally, stretched out and sooo sore, and I feel a little guilty, do you think I should, we should . . . what do you think? I feel so stretched out and sore but your **** still feels good, although I can’t feel you like I used to . . . Will I ever be the same as I was before?”








joeseal joeseal
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Jan 7, 2013