Chad Gets His Pussy

Chad Gets His Pussy By Pseudo Nim For about 45 minutes, my wife, my cousin and I had been smoking weed, drinking beer and watching a really hot porno tape, one I had chosen because it featured a three-way with two well-hung dudes putting their dicks in every hole of one lusty, knock-out babe. My wife, still hot-looking after two kids, didn't particularly care for pornos but she had an extremely healthy sex drive and she watched the flick, anyway, making a few lusty and very suggestive comments. And now, just as I had planned, the three of us were very high, very horny and naked on the living room rug. I knelt beside my wife and held her hand as my cousin, Chad, eagerly positioned himself between her legs and pressed the head of his penis against her pussy. She smiled with anticipation, but her grip on my hand tightened for a moment and her body stiffened as he began to penetrate her. Her pussy soon widened to accommodate him and she began to relax. I watched spellbound, partly dazzled by the raw beauty of two people in the throes of the sex act, and partly amazed that I was watching someone else fuck my wife - even if, with her approval, I had planned and arranged the whole thing. Chad was a year and a half older than me, not quite as tall but solidly-built and not hard to look at. And, he was blond. My wife was a sucker for blonds. My hair is brown. Anyway, Chad wasn't married. He'd never been married, and as far as I could tell he wasn't really all that good at finding chicks. For all I know, he may have preferred guys. Or maybe he swung both ways. When we were growing up, but before either of us had grown the first bit of pubic hair, we had 69'd each other several times - an act he always initiated, but which I confess I enjoyed. Be that as it may, I figured from that experience and from observing the bulge in his jeans when we were teenagers that he had a pretty fair- sized cock - something else my wife learned she is a sucker for. Mine is okay, but if it tells you anything, I wasn't one of the ones in gym class who walked buck-naked from the lockers to the shower room, strutting my stuff. As soon as he got his clothes off, my wife and I both could see Chad was very well hung. Not down to his knees or anything like that, but a nice healthy sausage, maybe 7 or 7 and a half inches, and thick. He was cut, of course, and his cock had a pronounced upward curve as it grew hard. I got a fresh rush as my wife looked approvingly over his meat. It hadn't taken long to set this up, but it had taken some planning to make it just right. It started just a week ago. Chad had been visiting and we invited him for supper. Midway through the meal, the office called and I had to go out for a few hours. Chad was gone when I returned. I could see that my wife was mildly angry. "Sorry," I told my wife. "I didn't realize it would take so long. Chad had to leave early?" "Yeah, I thought he ought to. He tried to put the moves on me! Can you believe that?" "What? Chad! You?" "You heard it." "Well, what did he say? What did he do?" "Well, he knew we had some pot. He asked me if I wanted to smoke some dope and then smoke him. Words to that effect. He said he wanted me to show him what you'd taught me." "Chad?" "You got it." "What did you say?" "I said I didn't think so. You're cousins. I mean, really!" "I can't believe this." "Well, believe it. I'm not making it up." "No, I'm sure you aren't. I just never thought Chad would try to do that. Do you want me to call him up and set him straight?" "No. Just let it be. In a way, it's flattering." It wasn't the thought of another man fucking her that bothered me. In the six months or so since we'd been turned on to pot, we'd been experimenting to spice up our sex life. With my eager consent, she'd already balled another guy - one quickie in our bed and several times more during an all-nighter at his apartment. No, that wasn't really the problem. The problem was Chad's attempt to cuckold me behind my back. We dropped the discussion, went to bed and fucked. There was no doubt she was a great lay. She was 5'9, weighed 130 and had brown hair with faint blonde highlights. At 30, she was a year younger than me. Her breasts were full and firm and her nipples red and very suckable. Her sweet pussy was very accommodating; we had no trouble fucking in any position we could imagine. I especially liked doggy-style, and she did, too, because it allowed me to reach over and play with her nipples while I fed her the bone. She never failed to cum that way. From what I've read, some women seem to draw the line at butt-fucking, but not my wife. She liked "greek" almost as much as vaginal sex. Obviously, I did, too. But we didn't do it as much because it took a little patience on my part while I gently fed my tool into her very sensitive hole. And generally I wasn't very patient when I was ready to pop my cork. The point of all this is that she liked sex in just about any form - cock-sucking, too. This was a woman who really loved dick, and at this point in our lives I was only too happy to help her get it - never mind whether it was mine or someone else's, as long as it was the "right" someone else. She was choosy about it. So was I. At breakfast the next morning, I had been thinking about the issue with Chad for some little time and had gotten over my initial anger. It hit me that this was a guy who was probably hard up for pussy and, so, sought the first sexy woman he was alone with. That sounded pretty pathetic and I started feeling some sympathy for him. Then I began imagining what it would have been like if she had said "yes" to him last night. Mentally, I undressed them both and "watched" them perform sex acts on one another. During this little flight of fancy, it dawned on me that Chad probably was pretty well hung and just might make a pretty good candidate for her next "strange" fuck. We hadn't really planned on anything after Roger, her lover of a few months ago who, living up to his name, had "rogered" her quite thoroughly with his big cock. She'd clearly enjoyed the experience and even confessed that while she'd never want to give up my lovemaking, it wouldn't be all that bad just occasionally to sample longer, thicker cocks - with my consent, of course. Well, it has been a while since Roger, I told myself; maybe she ought to give Chad a try. I told her what I had been thinking. Initially, she wasn't all that impressed. "He's kind of a snake for trying to go behind your back," she said. "I don't know." "He may be a snake but, on the other hand, I'm thinking he's got a pretty long snake in his pants - you know, like Roger's?" "I like yours just fine, baby. Yours does me just fine." But I could see that she was thinking about it. "Besides. I kind of feel sorry for him," I continued. "What do you mean?" "Well, he's got this big dick but he can't seem to find anybody to put it in. I'll bet he hasn't been laid in months." "Years, you mean," she said with a laugh. "And I can see why. He tries too hard. He is definitely not a ladies man." "Well, whatever. But he's probably horny as hell and can't get laid." "He's your cousin." "Yeah? So?" "You want me to screw your cousin?" "What - do you think that's incest or something?" "Of course not. But he IS family." "More's the reason to help him out. But think of that big horny cock, too." Then she said the magic words: "So how and when would you want to do this, if we do it?" I thought for a minute and then started getting an erection as I laid out my idea for a pot-fueled three-way. "You think he'll want to fuck me right in front of you? And are you sure you want him to? You really want to watch?" "Depends on how much he wants in your sweet little pussy. Besides what choice will he have? As far as watching, hell, yes. And after that I'm going to hop on board for that magic carpet ride. How about it?" "A little kinky, maybe. But go ahead. Set it up. But if he turns out to have some little pencil-dick or he's gross or something, it ends right there. He's not going to score any home runs." "I can pretty much promise that isn't going to happen." I called Chad that evening. He seemed distant and on-guard. "Hey, man," I said. "I've got something I want to talk to you about. Can I come over?" He paused for a second, then answered: "Uh, yeah, I guess. What's it about?" "I don't want to tell you over the 'phone, but it's nothing to worry about. In fact, I think you'll like it." I drove over to his place, knocked on the door and he let me in. He offered me a long-necked beer, which I accepted, and then we sat in his living room in chairs facing each other. "So what's so important?" he asked. I looked him straight in the eye and said, "I hear you want to make it with my wife." He fell silent and looked alarmed. "Don't worry," I said. "We've talked about it. It's OK. In fact, it's more than OK. She wants to do it with you and it's OK with me." So, there we were, looking face to face, one man inviting another man to do the unthinkable - to stick his penis in the other man's wife. It should have been a terribly awkward moment, for me especially. But instead I felt only a sexual thrill. He was silent, the expression on his face frozen. "She wants to fuck you, man, did you hear me? And I said it's okay. In fact, I want you to." "Wow," he finally said, hitting the side of his head to clear the confusion. "You want me to - to do her. To have sex with her. And you don't mind? "That's right, you can have her pussy but there are some conditions. Want to hear them?" He frowned for a minute but said, "Well, yes. I guess. I mean - like what?" "First, you've got to stop if she says stop. I mean it. You have to stop. Okay?" "Yeah, sure." "You have to use a rubber. She's not on the pill. I have some rubbers at home but I'll get more so you can choose whatever you like." "Not a problem." "Okay. Now she's willing, but we have to play this just right to keep her in the mood, okay? My idea is for you to come over next Friday about 7. I'll have beer and we'll smoke a few joints and I'm going to put a porno tape on the VCR. We'll get high, we'll get naked, I'll get her hot and then you can just take over. How's that sound?" He grinned a wide grin. "That ain't just sex, that's an orgy. You do this a lot?" "No. First time for a three-way. But I'm interested and so's she. What about you? Are you interested? Want to get your rocks off?" "Hell, yes, let's do it. I'm more than ready. And you say you don't mind me putting it to her - right there in front of you?" "I'm ready to watch the action, but then I'll get some, too, after that." "Cool, man. Hey, thanks. I mean it. I can't wait. Hell, I'm hard already. Look." He widened his legs, I looked at his crotch and, yes, he was. And he looked huge. "Well, looks like she's going to have some fun. Hold that thought until Friday, and wear something fairly tough looking - you know, sex appeal and all that. And the most important thing - follow my lead. Don't be over-anxious and get pushy and spoil the moment or we both could wind up not getting any. Okay?" "Okay!" The next few days my wife and I abstained from sex to let the sexual tension build. I went to three different drugstores and bought a box of rubbers at each - lubricated, nonlubricated and lambskin. I still feel funny buying rubbers in public and I didn't want to buy three boxes at one place for heavens sake! But I did want to have what we needed on hand. The nonlubricated were in case she was too slippery; the lubricated in case she was too dry. The expensive lambskin were in case Chad didn't want to use either of the other two. I bought two 12-packs of beer and some snacks, and rolled six joints. Oh, and I drove down to the sleazy part of town and bought the porn flick. In bed the night before, I could tell her anticipation was growing. "What should I wear tomorrow?" she asked. "Something sexy - and easy to get out of," I teased. "I'm serious. What would you like? What do you think he would like? I mean, let's do this right." "How about your snug-fitting hippie jeans with no underwear and a halter top? That always turns me on. I'll bet he'd get a kick, too." She reached over and grabbed at my crotch. "If it's a turn-on for you, I'll do it. I don't think Chad cares much what I'm wearing - it's what's underneath he's after." "Yep," I agreed. "Me, too." We were more than ready the next night. The kids were off for the weekend with their grandparents. While my wife showered and got into her hippie duds, I brought a big bean-bag chair into the living room, cued- up the tape in the VCR and placed three dishes on a living room table in plain sight. One I filled with the joints. In the second, I placed three each of the three different types of condoms I had bought. The third I left empty for used condoms. The knock on the door came just before 7. Smelling freshly- showered, Chad walked in wearing form-fitting jeans and a nice sport shirt. There was a bottle of champagne in his hand. "For before - or after?" I asked. "For anytime," he said, but his eyes weren't looking at me. They were focused on my wife, who was now walking bare-footed down the hall, her tight hippie jeans buttoned below her belly-button and her halter top barely holding in her boobs. She looked incredibly sexy, and Chad clearly was affected. "Wow," he said. "Wow, yourself," she replied, walking up to him and giving him a quick kiss on the cheek - a tease if there ever was one. She took the bottle of champagne in one hand, brushed his leg lightly with her free one and turned to walk back down the hall to the kitchen. His eyes were glued to her ass, which had a little more sway than usual. Oh, yes - she knew what she was doing. She had him by the balls, so to speak. I led him into the living room. "Looks like it's going to be a really good night," I said. "How about a beer?" "Sure." I walked to the kitchen, grabbed a six-pack out of the 'fridge and, now joined by my wife who had finished putting the champagne away, returned to the living room. I sat down on the floor and motioned for Chad to do the same, but pointed out a place which would leave room for my wife to sit between us. She did so and I passed out the beers, then flicked on the tape with the remote. On the screen, a man and a woman were making out, fully clothed. In a minute, they were joined by another man and suddenly they were all disrobing. In another minute, the woman had both of their humongous cocks in her hand and in another minute she was blowing one and another was preparing to jab into her from the rear. We laughed and giggled and made crude remarks, and then I lit a joint. I inhaled the first hit deeply and then decided to try something I thought would be very erotic. With the smoke still in my lungs, I turned to my wife, kissed her, opened her lips with my tongue and gently exhaled the smoke into her mouth. "Hold it and pass it on," I urged, motioning in Chad's direction. She got the message. She bent forward, perhaps a little timidly at first but then gaining confidence she pressed her lips against his and exhaled into his lungs. Bingo, I thought to myself. A little initial intimacy to help break the ice and smooth the way for even more interesting things to come. Then, pressing forward with the idea, I passed the joint to Chad. "You start it now and pass it on," I said. Without a moment's delay he pulled a drag off the joint, sucked in deeply and pulled my wife's face to his for a kiss that lingered a little longer than the first one. Watching her expression and body language, I could tell she was beginning to get into this and I knew it wouldn't be long before the pot and the intimacy would have the desired effect. We finished the first joint just like that - passing the smoke from mouth to mouth. Chad was doing some serious kissing by the time we stubbed it out, and all the signals from her were "go." I was starting to feel some effect from the dope and I figured they were, too. I got up and re-arranged the bean chair so we all could lean back on it, then I offered more beer. For the next little while we just kind of lay there drinking the brew and watching the tape. By this time, the gal on the tape was in the middle of a three-way with dicks in her cunt and her ass. "Don't get your hopes up for that one, boys," my wife giggled. "Too bad," I said. "Naw," said Chad. "I kind of like it better one on one." My wife turned to me and in a teasing voice said, "Sounds like he thinks he's going to get lucky tonight. Where do you suppose he got that idea?" "Beats me," I deadpanned as I lit another joint. I took a hit and exhaled and then turned to my wife. With an arm around her shoulder, I held the joint to her lips, let her take a hit and then gave her the joint, motioning for her to do the same for Chad. When she put an arm around his shoulder, he turned and gave her a kiss before letting her put the joint to his lips. "Gettin' horny over there, Chad?" I asked. "I was born horny," he replied, offering the joint now to my wife. I didn't catch the subtle movement, but my wife told me later she began stroking his thigh about then. We finished the joint about the time the tape ended. I figured it was time to move to the next phase. I turned to my wife and said, "You know, we got Chad over here with the promise of something. Should we start thinking about delivering?" "We could do that," she said. I kissed her deeply and penetrated her mouth with my tongue. I knew Chad was watching expectantly, but I figured he'd just have to wait a little longer. Still liplocked with her, I pulled her forward from the beanbag chair and began fumbling with the ties to her halter top. But I couldn't really see what I was doing. I pulled my lips away long enough to say, "I need some help here, Chad. Get the straps for me." There. I'd just invited my cousin to help me expose my wife's breasts. How depraved! But how erotic, too! Immediately he set to work and freed the knot. I pulled forward and let the halter top fall free, exposing her full, shapely breasts and her now-erect nipples. I knew he was staring at them, just as I was. Quickly, I bent down to suck on her left nipple. I saw the thrill run through her body. I pulled my head back up, got Chad's attention and cut my eyes to her right breast, signaling to him that he should follow my lead. He needed no further coaxing. A second or two later his lips were on her right nipple. Avidly, I took in the scene as the sensation of a strange mouth on her tit gave my wife yet another thrill. Then I returned to sucking her left tit while he sucked her right. She shivered in her excitement - a woman feeding her very suckable tits to two men at the same time. Now I knew for certain that we were on that slippery slope that could have but one conclusion. Once she reached this point of sexual excitement, there was no holding back. I pulled away from her tit and said, "I think the time has come to bare all. Me, you, Chad. Let's get naked." "All right, boys. I'll show mine if you show yours," she said. Chad rose immediately and with those tight jeans it was obvious he was sporting wood. She lay there semi-nude as Chad began to undress. I rose, too, but I purposefully went slower in undressing. I wanted to see what Chad was about to pump into her. His shirt came off first, revealing a fairly well-muscled torso with such light blond chest hair that at first glance he looked to have none. Then the shoes and socks. "More. More," she encouraged. The jeans dropped to reveal tight jockey shorts bulging at the crotch. He paused for just a second then dropped them and his erect cock was pointed straight at her, throbbing as she visually gobbled-up the view. "MMM, you're a big boy," she purred seductively. "Come over here and let me size you up." I was naked now, too, and my own wood was bouncing as I watched my wife reach between his legs to cup his balls in her hand and gently heft the family jewels. Then with her free hand she guided his fat cock to her mouth and wrapped her lips around the swollen head. Now it was Chad who shivered in delight as she slowly took more and more of his cock into her mouth. But I was having almost as good a time watching my wife give head to my well-hung cousin, whose cock I, too, had sucked many years before. She couldn't take all of him, of course, so when she had gone as far down his root as she could, she began to pump her head up and down on him - mouth-fucking him. But not for too long. She told me later she was tasting some pre-cum and was afraid he'd pop off in her mouth. So she stopped and pulled her mouth off his cock, which now glistened with her saliva and looked even bigger than before. "Did I tell you this was going to be a good night, or what?" I asked Chad. "Fuckin' A," he replied. Then to my wife he said, "You are absolutely the greatest." She replied, again seductively, "And you are very tasty." "Next course," I said to her, kneeling beside her. "Let me help you out of your jeans." "Oh, you boys want to see my pussy, do you?" "That's the idea." She unbuttoned, unzipped and raised her hips while I gently tugged the jeans free. Chad feasted his eyes on her mound. But I wasn't ready for him to fuck her just yet. While he stood over us and watched, I got down on my stomach and placed my head on her snatch, eating and licking and sucking, sometimes tongue-fucking her and sometimes using a finger. He knelt close beside her and placed a hand on her breast. She reached out and grabbed his cock. I could tell she was ready to be fucked; she was thoroughly lubricated. Just to widen her up some more, though, I mounted her and gently pushed my dick in as far as I could and let it remain there a few seconds. Then I pumped in and out a couple of times, kissed her deeply and pulled out without cumming. Then I offered my wife's body to my cousin. "Get a rubber," I reminded him as I knelt beside her and held her hand, not so much to re-assure her - she didn't need any of that - as to be connected to her physically during the coupling. He lost no time choosing a lambskin rubber from the assortment I had placed on the table. He pulled it over his engorged prick and positioned himself between her legs, ready to plunge into her body. I felt an intense, erotic thrill as the thrust of his hips told me that their two naked bodies had become joined. He went slowly at first, pushing in little by little; letting her pussy get adjusted to the girth of this unaccustomed but welcomed penetration. When his entire cock was buried in her pussy, he paused for a moment, raised himself a bit so that he could place a hand around each of her glowing boobs and sucked each erect nipple in turn. Then he gave her a deep, lingering French kiss, which she actively returned. When he came up for air, he gently repositioned her body so that her knees were in the air with her feet on the rug, giving him more range of movement for the plowing that was to come. He pulled his cock completely out, then rammed it home. She gripped my hand hard. Then like a piston, or maybe a battering ram, he began pumping away at her cunt. She began crying out - not in pain but in pleasure as he fucked her in front of my very eyes. It was an intense moment, part pleasure and part pain. I don't recommend it for everyone. But for those up to it, words can hardly do justice to the intense emotion. After a few minutes, she released my hand and grabbed my hard cock just as she said: "Oh, my God, Chad. You're about to get me off. I'm about to cum. Oh, don't stop. Faster. Faster." He pumped her faster, sweat beginning to bead on his forehead, and suddenly she stiffened, arced her back and let out an incredible moan of satisfaction. He paused for just a moment to look at her and to enjoy the look of intense satisfaction on her face. Then he began pumping away again, harder and faster and then faster still until he threw his head back, pumped very rapidly and then collapsed on top of her with a moan, obviously having shot his load. I almost felt as if I had cum, myself - the experience was that powerful. But the great thing about it was that I hadn't - I was still ready for action. Still, I didn't want to ruin the moment. I sat back on my haunches for a moment while he rested naked upon her, his dick still buried inside her, her legs now relaxed and parallel to his on the floor. Strange, I hadn't noticed before just how naked they looked with his bare butt on top of her body. Finally he stirred a bit and began to withdraw from her. "Thank you," he told her. "That was incredible." "Thank YOU," she replied. "YOU were incredible." I chimed in, "If you two incredible people would separate, there's a line forming here." Chad rose, the cum-filled rubber drooping from his shrinking but still impressive cock. "Over there," I told him, motioning to the bowl for the used rubbers. I quickly replaced him, knowing I would need to get off quickly if at all. Her pussy started closing fairly quickly after intercourse, so I needed to get to it if I was going to do it. "A rubber?" she suggested. "Shit," I said, withdrawing from her and fumbling with a rubber. He laughed. He was sitting in a chair opposite, watching us closely. My cock appropriately clad, I re-entered her and pumped away, shooting off in near-record time. I just lay there on top of her for a bit, but not as long as Chad had done. I pulled out, suddenly feeling very naked and watched. "Well, I guess I've taken care of two tonight, and I'm really sore," my wife said, rising stiffly from the floor. Chad still kept his eyes glued to her, even as she shimmied into her jeans and re-affixed the halter top. She walked to his chair, patted his knee and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. "I've enjoyed this. Really enjoyed this," she said, eyeing his now-flaccid cock once more. "Maybe we can do it again sometime?" he asked, questioningly. "That might be arranged," she said. "We possibly could do that." With that, she said she was whipped and had to go to bed. She kissed me and said, "You were good, as always," and then left the room. Chad and I remained seated and nude, bonding almost in the same fashion men do in the sauna. Except now we'd shared more than most of them ever did. "Beer?" I asked. "One more. Then I've got to go." I stood up in my nakedness and walked over to hand him a beer. I knew he was looking at my meat and mentally comparing the two of us. Then I got a beer for myself and returned to my seat. "Well," I finally said. "Was it everything you expected? Didn't I promise you a good time?" "You amaze me," he said. "I never figured you and her to be - er - so free-spirited." "She likes to play," I said. "And I don't mind." "She's done it before? With other men?" "One. Not like this, though." "Wow," he said. "And you get a kick from it?" "Yeah," I said. "I do, actually. Depending on the other guy. I wouldn't want her doing it with just anybody - or too much. But an occasional fling is OK." "Would you let me do it again?" "If she wants to, it's OK with me." "Well, I meant alone. Just her and me. Not that I didn't enjoy tonight. I just think I'd enjoy it more if I could have her longer - alone." "You mean a date? Like an overnight date or something?" "Yeah, something like that." "Ok, stud, I'll ask. I'll let you know. I think you gave her a good time tonight. You got her off. I think maybe she digs your equipment." He smiled, finished his beer in silence and got dressed. I did the same. A week later, they were off on the first of a series of "dates" - some just overnight at his apartment, a couple of times for the whole weekend at a motel at the beach. It ended in March with a quickie at the house the night he learned his company was sending him to Chicago. I was off on business, as bad luck would have it. He'll be back Thanksgiving. We're looking forward to his return. I've got a new porno tape to run and with any luck I'll have something to add to this brief memoir. 4407 1.24/512345