SHOWING My Steady Married Pussy

SHOWING My Steady Married Pussy

The sequel to Sharing My Steady Pussy



The toilet flushed. That would be Bob probably pretending that he had further business than before and that was why he had returned to the bathroom. Out he came, with the bathroom light still on, yes, still on, and the light flooded across our bed.

As he stared down at us, Bob had in effect put a spotlight on Jill's lovely ass, tight vagina, and my hard cock as my newlywed wife rode me for probably five full seconds before he reached back into the bathroom and switched off that light.


by EroticWriter


(Note readers: This is a TRUE STORY. Though my actual wife was as lovely and well built as the gal in the photo, my wife had breasts that jutted out a bit further in front, long blonde hair on top, and short blonde hair with a hint of red in it below. She does not enter the story until much later) Have to admit though, the gal in the photo I used here looks very classy, and she resembles my wife, the way she looked in those days.


SHOWING My Steady Married Pussy


As I was on my knees on the passenger floor of my car and feeding the meat to my steady New Mexico pussy, I was looking over Sue's shoulder and into the back seat. Bob was there, and he was making out with Jamie. I could see by the light of the moon flooding through the windows that Bob was still trying to fuck Jamie, and not actually getting to.

Bob had been double dating with me on occasion, maybe one night a week. He had no car and would ride into Las Cruces with me from White Sands Missile Range and sometimes, if I was lucky, he would actually put some gas into my car. Gas was still in the twenty cent range in those days, but when you are trying to support a car, date a gal, and survive on around a hundred dollars a month before taxes, every penny counts.

Now Bob was trying to put some dick into Jamie, but I was seeing it for the first time and could see that Bob did not have much dick to put. 'That's a skinny little cock' I was thinking to myself. I wanted Sue to see it, not because I wanted to turn her on to Bob but because I wanted Sue to see a cock that was smaller than mine so that she would more appreciate me.

Reader, if you have not read 'Sharing my Steady Pussy,' you need to catch it first and then finish this. But if you can't find it on this site, no sweat. This story stands alone. It is just that if you haven't read that story I need to bring you up to date.

Once the Army had re-assigned me from Redstone Arsenal in Alabama to White Sands Missile Range (WSMR) in southern New Mexico I had set out immediately to find some steady New Mexico pussy to replace the steady Alabama married pussy I had left behind. The steady Alabama pussy had been 35 and married. Sue, my current New Mexico pussy was 20 and single.

I had shared my steady New Mexico pussy with one man, Kenny, a much older fellow soldier who had ridden with me from Alabama, and Sue, without admitting it openly, had really gotten off on his slightly larger cock. Larger as in thicker, but shorter than mine. Mostly it was probably the situation that had excited her, but I knew his cock had been instrumental as well.

Now I wanted Sue to know that there are also cocks out there that are slightly smaller than mine, and in Bob's case, more than slightly.

I kept slow pumping into Sue and watching the action in the back seat. Bob claimed that he had already fucked Jamie in the past, but from what I could see, he had never gotten that far. Bob was alternating between feeling her breasts under her blouse, and trying to finger her snatch. This was probably just as frustrating for me as it was for Bob because from my view I could neither see Jamie's tits nor her pussy.

Kissing constantly, Bob would fondle her under the blouse, but only after Jamie had sort of tried to fight him off. Then, when he would try to go up under her skirt, which for the moment was high above her knees, Jamie would close her legs and use a hand to stop him before he could go all the way under. As time passed, it was obvious to me. Bob has never fucked Jamie.

Neither Bob nor Jamie was looking my way. I whispered to Sue. “If you turn your head you can see Bob's cock.”

I half expected her to act indifferent, since we were making out. But Sue surprised me. No, considering what all she had been willing to do with Kenny and I, I should not have been surprised.

Sue, apparently wanted to see that so she tried to turn her head but could not get it turned far enough since their lower portions were not only behind her but much lower. I had to pull out and allow her to twist her entire body.

What Sue was able to see was Bob's erection, maybe four and one half to five inches of circumcised skinny cock, and Jamie's right hand wrapped around it. His cock was barely long enough to have half the head sticking out beyond her four fingers, and Jamie had a little hand.

Sue didn't just sneak a peek at Bob's cock, she spent several seconds watching them making out and seeing how Bob was trying to get into the more intimate places on Jamie and not succeeding. Getting further back from between Sue's legs I pulled back towards the dashboard of my car in order to allow Sue to turn her body and at the moment I could not see the action behind the seat.

I was on my knees now on the floor of my Oldsmobile and in the moonlight flooding in from the side, I could see Sue's big breasts gleaming in the light, and below, even a shiny spot showing on her pubes.

Her upper body twisted, Sue was watching them, and knowing that she was probably finding the view to be arousing, I reached between her legs and began fingering her. Sue's body sort of shivered and she opened her legs a little to aid my access. Before proceeding to fuck Sue I had stripped her naked and began fondling those nice larger than C cups with my left hand while using a right finger on her snug snatch.

Then all of a sudden Sue turned her head away from them and back to me. She sort of tugged my body forward and up off the floor and with no aiming needed, my hard almost seven inches of throbbing meat sunk deeply back into her. Sue's arms wrapped around me once again and she whispered into my ear. “Are they looking at us?”

I whispered back 'No,' and she sort of giggled. “Jamie saw me looking but she just smiled at me and went back to kissing Bob.”

A current and very romantic song called 'Smoke Gets In Your Eyes' was playing on the radio and I knew that Bob and Jamie could not hear us as long as we kept our voices low. At least I hoped not since in those days cars only had one speaker, in front, and usually in the center of the dash. In other words, no speaker or two in the rear to cover any sound we might make.

“Did she still have her hand on his cock when you saw them?”

A snicker. “Yes.”

“And what did you see?”

Sue probably knew what I was trying to do, and it worked. “It makes me appreciate you more.”

That was what I had wanted to hear. Ever since I had shared Sue with Kenny, my older army buddy one day in his car, first in the back seat of his 54' Dodge and later that night on the grass in a graveyard, I had been wondering if Sue, secretly, was still thinking and lusting over a cock that might be larger than mine.

Being young, I was self-concious over my cock. It was probably above average in size being almost seven inches, but still, you always heard those stories, jokes mostly about guys with nine, ten and twelve inch cocks. And those little eight page comic books called Tijuana Bibles didn't help because the cocks shown there were always huge on the characters in the story.

Dagwood would have a nine incher, Dick Tracy also had around nine, but whenever a book showed up featuring Popeye, his cock would be fifteen inches long, sometimes more. The women he fucked were always satisfied beyond comprehension, and Popeye would leave them lying there with stretched pussies dripping with cum.

When I say he left them lying there with stretched pussies, the illustrations showed that exactly, a hole that was opened wide so much that you could see several inches inside her and it would be dripping with cum.

Check on the net and you can find hundreds of those books, photos of each page. Though I have searched and searched, I never have been able to find a favorite particular one featuring Popeye where, every time he fucked a woman, he left them bowlegged, and the gals were shown with legs that were very bow legged.

Funny book. Popeye fucked one gal, she went into another room with her pussy gaping and her legs all bowlegged and said to her girlfriend, who was trying to fuck Wimpy, who had a little dick that would not get hard, and the bowlegged gal said, "Look Sadie, Popeye fucked me bowlegged!"

Next page, "Oh Popeye, fuck me bowlegged too." And of course he did while Wimpy ate a hamburger (he always did that in the straight Popeye cartoons) and said, "Oh well."

Oh shit, got off track. Back to my true story. Sorry.

In a little while I was going to have to slip on a rubber and finish my work with Sue, but for now she was trusting me not to drop even a dribble into her. This was 1959 and the approved for safe use birth control pill was still about three or four years away.

Finally! Bob had gotten frustrated and had sort of yanked Jamie's blouse up and tugged her white brassiere up and over her tits. Jamie, seeing that she was now exposed and that I could see, I guess gave up and allowed him to fondle her on bare skin.

Jamie's tits! Bob had already been there by going under her bra, and now at last he was able to feel her fine B cups unfettered by the stiff wire that was usually surrounding the cups on a brassiere and made it uncomfortable for a hand to go under and move around inside.

Bob was getting to feel her tits freely for the first time, far as I knew, but something more significant was happening here. I was seeing Jamie's lovely B cups, shaped sort of like apples and designed to have fingers wrapped around them, and best of all, Jamie had looked up at me and knew I was seeing her exposed.

'She knows I can see her tits!' That was an important step for me. I had been craving a crack at Jamie for some time, and her knowing that I had seen her naked breasts would in effect, be lowering a barrier at some time in the future.

Bob was kissing and fondling, and Jamie was stroking his cock and as she was returning his kisses, she was staring up at me as I was fucking Sue and looking over Sue's shoulder. Now I was wondering and thinking that Jamie might not willingly be allowing Bob to fondle her, but rather she was doing this and allowing me to see her lovely tits.

Her knowing that Sue has my cock in her I am sure, had some effect on Jamie's thinking.

At least that was the way it seemed and I hoped it was true. I resolved then and there, if she and Bob ever break up, I am going to check her out for myself.

That chance was to happen sooner than I had thought. But right now, I had to finish my business. Better to get it over with than have them wait while Sue and I got dressed. Normally I might have gone on and fucked Sue with more vigor and made her cum before slipping on a rubber. But I was very aroused from seeing Jamie half naked in the back seat and did not trust my self control.

“Wait Sue while I put on a rubber.” I didn't mind if the two in back heard.

Sue giggled. “I'll put it on for you.” She liked doing that. Then, from the back seat, Bob spoke. “Are you guys almost done? Jamie wants me to take her home.”

Bob was annoyed. His buddy is getting fucked and he's not.

Home for Jamie was a woman's dormitory at the School of Mining and Agriculture, which was the name at the time. Later the school would become New Mexico State University.

Not that it matters here for the story, but the students at the college at that time were called 'Aggies.'

I don't remember, but Jamie might have had a dormitory 'curfew' that required her to be in by a certain time. Sue, on the other hand, lived with relatives and had no such requirement.

“In a minute Bob. I have to put on a rubber first.”

If they hadn't heard before, that told them all they needed to know. I had been fucking Sue without a rubber all this time. A dangerous game in those days. Now they would have to wait a little longer.

Though I needed to 'hurry,' I planned to make it last more than a minute. I did not want Jamie to think that I was a one minute guy, though that should have been obvious already since we had been making the car shake at times.

Sue giggled as she rolled the rubber down over my stiff prick. I had taught her how to do it just the right way. Leave a little at the end to catch the cum, hold my foreskin down as the rubber rolls down the shaft, stop before going deep into my pubic hair so that it does not pull, and then run my foreskin back and forth a few times so that the rubber ends up fitting me snugly and yet has been stretched enough under my foreskin to be comfortable.

What I had really wanted to do was ask Jamie if she wanted to help, or maybe learn how to roll a rubber down the shaft of a stiff prick. But of course that was out. Bob was the jealous type.

Today, in the 21st Century, I would have no qualms about asking Jamie if she wanted to do that, and in front of her man, but this was then.

Sue said something, not real loud and I hoped that Jamie had heard it. “These things fit so tight around you.”

Feeling a sense of self-importance, I was wondering if Jamie was wishing that she could see my cock. They knew what was happening so for the first time I vocalized it. “Ready to get fucked hard Sue?”

When alone we always had used the word 'screw.' Sue might have been embarrassed by me saying 'fuck' in front of them, but she played along. “Yes, fuck me hard. I need to cum.”

This, in 1959 in the front seat of a car with a couple in the back was very advanced talk. But Sue had already been shared by me with a buddy named Kenny, and she, I suspected now, was into group scenes. So far her group had consisted of two men and a woman, one day and two times, and now it was two in front and two in back.

Voyeurism and Exhibitionism. Both were happening here, sorta. The two in back could not see what we two in front were able to see, so they had to content themselves with sound. Where under Voyeurism and Exhibitionism does sound fall when they are both lumped under Imagination?

Sue had done one thing nice for me by asking me to make her cum. Now Jamie, and yes, Bob, knew that I was capable of making Sue cum.

“Here it comes.” Now, all conversation between Sue and I was intended to be heard in the back seat. Sue gave out with a nice groan as I entered, part of that probably because the rubber was dry but fortunately going into a wet pussy.

They were waiting and probably both frustrated that they were being denied the pleasure Sue and I were feeling, but even so, I planned to last more than a minute. Jamie was back there you see.

Wanting Jamie to know that I did not normally just fuck and get off, I said: "We need to make this quick this time because Jamie has to get back."

I lasted two maybe three minutes, just long enough to hear Sue let out a long sigh changing into a groan as she wriggled her hips under me and had her climax.

I wanted to make sure that they in the back, mostly Jamie in the back, knew that Sue had orgasmed in case there was any doubt.

“That was a good one, wasn't it?”

“Oh yes. They always are.” Sue really knew how to play the game as she said it loud enough to carry into the back.

“Now it's my turn baby. I'll give it to you hard this time.”

I fucked her hard, not needed to make her cum but doing so for effect. The car rocked back and forth as I slammed into Sue. Usually I ended up inside her by going slow and romantic, but we needed sound effects tonight.

“Uuuh Uuuh Uuuuh!” Sue was reacting to my powerful full length strokes as I slammed my meat into her pussy. She knew why I was doing this. And I was hoping that her sound effects were being translated by Jamie into something like; 'He must have a big cock.'

Side comment here. Sue probably suspected that I had the hots for Jamie, but knew that I could only dream.

“Mmmmmmm. Oh baby take it all.” Sometimes I remained quiet when I came, but tonight I gave my audience some sound effects. Of course, in those days of mandatory rubbers, when you said 'take it all,' the rubber ended up getting it.

As I eased slowly out of Sue, the rubber came into view. It was hanging off the end of my cock and full of cum. It had been a good orgasm, for both of us.

“Now I need to get this thing off,” I said to no one in particular. I wanted to ask Jamie if she wanted to help Sue pull it off, but Bob was not the kind of guy you could joke around with, not when it came to his girl.

After we had dropped Jamie off at The School of Agriculture and Mining, Bob and I took Sue straight home, and this time, unlike with Kenny, I did not make a stop at the graveyard.

Adding a new woman to my history.

To save time, I will go right to the next major event. Jamie was in my car, and we were alone. About a month after the event I described with the four of us, Bob had been given a general discharge under less than honorable conditions and was out on the street. Instead of returning to his hometown somewhere on the East coast, Bob had remained in Las Cruces because of Jamie.

They were not getting on so well. Bob no longer had a place to stay since WSMR was out, and he never had owned a car. I'm not sure but even under a less than honorable discharge the Army was still obligated to pay his way back to his enlistment point, in the Northeast, so he received some accrued pay based on how many days of the month had passed divided into 30, plus travel money. The money for travel probably exceeded his actual pay.

I think for a while Bob might have used up his remaining money on motels, and was now trying to stay at the homes of married soldiers.

Bob was trying to keep Jamie on hand but since he was no longer on the base with me, I was not available to run him around. Besides, there comes a point where the money runs out and I was in no position to support him financially.

I knew they were through. It was inevitable. Bob had no future here. Jamie was well on her way to a college degree, and Bob didn't even have a car. Sooner or later, with or without money, Bob was going to be heading home, and Jamie would be available.

I haven't really gone into any detail about Jamie before now because she was unavailable to me. That was then. Now, maybe she could be. Jamie was around five two, slightly heavy but not fat, not even soft far as I could tell with her clothes on.

Nice firm B cups, I had seen those. A sweet and lovely face, shit let me elaborate here: A VERY pretty face with big brown eyes and capped by a very dark head of hair cut to the length of her shoulders and curled at the ends.

I think she had some Hispanic in her blood. No, now I remember. I think she was East Indian.

Once Bob was out of the Army and I thought maybe out of town, I had cruised by Jamie's dormitory more than once, and by sheer luck had finally seen her walking on campus and had offered her a ride. Jamie had gotten in of course though she only had a block to go.

“Were you just driving by,” she asked with a curious grin? Jamie, I knew, knew why I was there.

I came right out with a personal pet name. “Baby, I was looking for you, and you know it.”

She blushed, actually turning red. “I know. Now what? Don't you have Sue?”

That, an expected question, also told me that if I gave the right answer, my 'having Sue,' would not be an issue.

I knew that before long Jill, (not her real name) my future wife would be here. Jill was currently in California, we had been keeping contact by mail, (forget phone calls, expensive in those days) and the plan was for her to bring her car and come to Las Cruces.

We would get married and then, one of the advantages, I would no longer have to live in the barracks, sharing a room and shower with twenty other guys, sleeping on saggy beds with only a sheet of flat springs with a thin mattress on top and living out of a foot and wall locker.

I had cut a piece of plywood to the exact size of the mattress and placed it under. Made for a much more comfortable bed and also had the effect of making the brown bed cover always look well made. If you pulled the blanket cover tight to make the bed look well made, it in effect pulled the sides up and you had a mattress that was curled. Being on a flat piece of wood eliminated that.

Sue was a diversion, my steady New Mexico pussy, but only temporarily.

But now, today, my future wife was to remain a secret. I wanted Jamie, and she was in my car. Officially, she and Bob were not 'broken up' as yet, but in reality, it was all over between them. First thing I needed to do was get Jamie away from this campus and anyone who might know her. I did not want any interruptions.

But where to take her? If I went to the one drive-in restaurant in town, there was always the slight chance that someone who knew Bob, or Bob himself might show up. So that was out. I chose to drive uphill to the East, going from pavement to packed but dusty sand, heading further uphill towards the Organ Mountains that separated the Rio Grande Valley Las Cruces sat in from WSMR.

Jamie was starting to look at me strange now, like I was maybe taking her too far out of town and no longer on a paved road. “Don't worry” I said. “I just don't want to get you in trouble with Bob. Out here, no one will see us.”

“See us doing what,” she asked?

I smiled and finding a nice sandy and dry place to park, came to a stop. Here we would not be bothered hopefully, and if a car approached, we would see it long before it got to us. It was unlikely anyone would come by since the road basically fizzled to an end well before it reached the Organ Mountains.

Later in time I would come up that road with my new wife and with a group called the Southwestern Mountaineers and after parking our vehicles we would walk then climb for what seemed like miles until we got to the top of that 9012 feet high tallest Organ needle.

Jamie had to know why I had chosen this spot. She knew that I had been fucking Sue in the very seat she was now seated on, and she knew that I had seen her breasts and saw her holding another man's cock, such as it was. Where else could this conversation go but in one direction?

She came right out with it. “I'm still a virgin.”

She had saved me the awkwardness of finding an opening for this conversation, and I suspected she is telling the truth because of what I had seen in the car that night.

“Really," I began? "Bob told me that he has already fucked you.”

There, I had used the most crude word right up front. I deliberately had avoided saying 'made love' since I was not in the position, our being alone for the first time, to be 'making love' to Jamie. By me saying 'fucked,' I was putting myself on an equal plane with Bob. Maybe.

Had they still been an 'item,' I would not have said that of course, because I won't stab a buddy in the back. No, really!

And of course I had placed Jamie on the defensive, a better place to have her than her maybe accusing me of being too forward, or expecting too much on a 'first date.'

“He told you that?” She looked and acted indignant. “That's personal, but he lied. Bob has never gotten my panties off.” She looked down at herself. “Not even once, but he tried hard.”

Then she looked into my eyes and acknowledged what we had both known but she might have tried to tell herself it didn't happen, her allowing me to see her breasts exposed.

"That night when Bob pulled my bra off, that was the first time he ever saw me naked, or partly so, and you saw me at the same time.” She sighed.

I sighed back and stared deeply into her eyes. What I wanted to say was something like: 'Yeah baby, and I appreciate your letting me see those tits, that told me I could make a pass at you.'

That would have been the truth, but thankfully, especially with me being young and impetuous, I didn't say it. What I did say was: “Jamie, I want to hold you so bad. I have been wanting that for weeks.”

She seemed to be needing to be held too. Things had not been going well with she and Bob, and Jamie knew that they were basically finished. Jamie needed to be held, to be loved, and I was hoping that being loved meant being made love to.

“You can hold me, but I plan to remain a virgin until I am married. I want you to know and understand that.”

I chose not to go into that for now. I had been given 'permission' to hold her. Instead I simply said, “Come here.”

Jamie slid over and met me halfway across the bench seat in my 1953 Oldsmobile. I knew that what I really should be doing was climbing over her, or getting out and going around and sitting on her right since I am right handed. Also that position would have the steering wheel over there instead of over here. At the moment, with her ready to be in my arms, I did not want to delay.

Jamie fitted into my arms so nicely as I turned my body to meet hers. What a difference she was over Sue, the gal I had been fucking for several months. Sue was tall, tall as me and a big woman, with big tits wrapped in a very curvaceous body. Especially her ass.

Jamie, was small, delicate seeming, almost like a baby doll. I waited only a minute as she seemed to melt into my arms, and then moved my lips to kiss her first on the neck, and then, with not much resistance from her, on her lips. Her kisses were even better than I had imagined. I kissed her softly, gently, for now. She needed this.

It was hard to go from being loving and tender to sexual. I say it was hard not because of the mental aspects, but because I was super hard between the legs. Sure enough I made the moves, first onto her breasts on top, and then under. Her nipples were erect between my fingers.

Like I had said previously readers, my seeing her tits that night would be instrumental later if I ever got her alone. She put up no resistance whatsoever at me going under her bra.

Then, leaving her bra in place, I moved down and she kept her legs closed for a minute and held them there. “I know you want to remain a virgin,” I whispered into her ear, “Trust me.”

Thank goodness, like most young women in those days, she was wearing a dress.

With a sigh her legs opened and in minutes I was not only seeing and feeling her soft pussy hair, but using a finger on her lips, first on the outside and then, just a little ways in, the inside.

"Bob never managed to touch me there, not like this."

"I know baby, I know."

As Jamie sighed, quivered and shook, I kissed, fingered gently, and waited until my finger was nicely wet. A little deeper past the extreme tightness. Yes, her hymen was still in place. Using the tip, I confirmed that with my finger and not only felt the one little hole in the center, but another, smaller hole off to one side.

I had read books on the subject of hymens and had been made aware that not all hymens consisted of one small hole in the center. Some had two or more.

Also there rarely, but sometimes can be found a very strong hymen, a membrane that is so strong and a hole so tight that it can not be ruptured with a hard cock and a doctor must open it surgically.

“Honey,” his new bride began, after her husband went in with no interruption and asked her why he had felt no cherry.

She was lying under him, frustrated and unmoving since during the first fuck he had orgasmed in less than a minute, “I had it opened by a doctor. It was too strong for a penis to open.”

"But baby," the groom said to his three hour old wife, "How did you know that in advance, that your cherry was too strong?"

She was not about to tell him that another man had already inserted, or tried to insert his rigid member into her. No go, she was just too tight they thought, but it was that darned hymen.

So she went to her gynecologist, and using his tool, he looked into her and after doing some field testing with his finger, had declared her membrane to be unusually thick, and it would need to be surgically opened with a knife.

"Doctor, will it hurt?"

"No dear, I'll use a needle first. You might feel a slight sting..."

Thus opened, two nights later she had finished what she had started with the man the previous week, and it all had been worth it as he taught her how to cum.

"Now, six months later, she had met, become engaged too, then married the man in her bed. He had lasted only a minute the first time around, and she was disappointed, more than slightly, upon discovering that her husband had less cock to offer.

"Honey, I swear, my gynecologist could not give me a full pelvic exam because my hymen would not allow him past, so he had to do surgery on me."

“Really? A doctor opened you with surgery," her husband asked? "What kind of tool did he use?”

Back to my true story. Far as I know, I was the first to get a finger partially into Jamie's pussy. “See? I told you so,” sighed Jamie, and I think she was thankful that I had been gentle in my exploring.

“I believed you baby. But it's still nice to do a confirmation, especially if, as you say, I am the only one ever to be doing this.” I was on the outside now and using her slippery juice to lubricate my finger as I worked her clitoris. She was moaning softly.

“That is so intense. No one has ever touched me there. It feels so good the way you are being slow and gentle. Oh (my name), will this make me cum? I've never done that.”

This gal was so innocent I could not believe it. Never, maybe, played with herself? But I didn't ask.

“Jamie, I'll make you a deal. Play with my cock like you were doing with Bob and while you are doing that I'll make you cum.”

“I wasn't playing with it, with Bob's... I was just holding it. He, he put my hand on it.”

“I know, I saw you. Now I want you to hold mine in the same way. If you are doing that, holding my cock and feeling my desire for you, it will help you to achieve orgasm.”

Oh yes, I so wanted sweet innocent Jamie to see my cock, my larger cock. Before she could answer I was undoing my zipper by raising my hips off the seat and straightening out my lower half. That done, I pulled my jeans down to mid-thigh, tugged my underwear down and out it popped.

Showing my cock to a virgin.

Her eyes got big. I felt confident about this one. If Bob was the only man she had ever seen and handled, I had him beat, big time. The first thing she said? No, not...'Oooh it's so big!' No, not, 'it's so hard.”

What Jamie said as she wrapped her fingers around my shaft was, “You're dripping all over just like Bob does.”

My stiff prick was shiny, all down one side, from pre-coital flow.

“I know baby. That's because you are so lovely in the face and body that you affect us men that way. “Now, what else do you notice about my dick?”

She giggled, then after a pause, “It's bigger.”

“Bigger than who or what?”

“You know what I meant. Bob's cock. Yours is way bigger.” She sort of sighed and spoke softly. “Of course I am only talking about what Bob has because you saw it.”

I wanted to tell her that Sue had also seen his cock and commented about how she now appreciated me more, but wisely, probably, did not.

“I know honey, I know. Now play with it with your hand."

Oh fuck readers did that feel good. The lovely and oh so cute Jamie is not only holding my stiff prick, but stroking it!' This was all happening I think not more than 30 minutes after I had 'found' her on campus. Her little hand looked so good around my cock I think the visual added to the feeling.

Jamie was staring at it, studying it, and I knew for sure, she likes my dick even if she doesn't plan to fuck it.

"That's right, like that. Now, what else do you notice about it, about my cock?”

I think now that Jamie was really enjoying this, like a student with a teacher maybe.

“You have, I guess you call it foreskin. You're not circumcised. I know about that from my little brother. My mother told me about it and how we should always get our boy babies circumcised.”

That was when I gave Jamie a course in the advantages of not being circumcised for a man, and in some ways for a woman married to an uncircumcised man. “Yes, it is a lot easier to stroke compared to Bob,” Jamie said, giggling as she moved her hand up and down over my cock and watched as the foreskin covered and then exposed the head.

I kissed her, hard and long. I want to tell you dear readers. It would have been so easy to tell Jamie then and there that I was in love with her. Silly perhaps, but she had spent several nights riding in the back of my car and facing me a couple of times at a table and I felt that I knew her.

Of course she might not have believed me, even if it was true.

But my future wife was making plans to come out soon, and I did not need to be starting a 'serious' and steady romance just then. It might have gotten me between her legs, but bad as I was, I was not about to risk breaking the heart of a gal so sweet and innocent.

Ever hear that phrase, "A stiff dick has no conscience?" This is one of those few times when my dick did have one.

Then I told her, “Now I'm going to make you cum. Then, after you do, you can take care of me and see what happens when a man cums.”

"Make me cum?" She seemed to be confused at that and I planned to make things clear for her.

As I was speaking, I placed my left hand on the inside of her left thigh and tugged outward towards me. I was wishing now that I was on the other side of her and could use my right hand, but no way now was I going to interrupt this action and risk her cooling off. Women are/were like that, change their minds instantly and sometimes for no apparent reason.

True example: Sometime late in 1957 I was doing some heavy making out with a very lovely brunette I was dating for the first time. Back seat of my car in Alhambra, California. I remember that she was a bit older than most of the gals I had dated up to that time, maybe early 20s, and I think she had already been working for a living, but was still living at home.

She was extremely aroused, our first date and I had gone from breasts to pussy. The tip of my finger told me she was tight. A virgin? I didn't know as yet. I had her panties halfway down her thighs, decided getting them past her knees and off on the floorboard of the car would take too long. She was out of control hot and ready.

I couldn't believe my good luck that she had gone this far, so soon.

I decided to get between those thighs and pull her panties to one side. Suddenly as I struggled to get my legs from one angle over her to another while being squeezed between the seats my right leg cramped! Very unusual for me, never happens.

I stopped and said 'My leg's cramped," and she instantly, in that brief pause while I straightened my leg to stop the cramp regained control of herself and brought it all to a stop. No go, no further. Kissing, a lot of it, accompanied by my right hand, had gotten her to that point and I tried again, but some of the passion had cooled.

Her panties came back up and stayed. I don't remember for sure, I had my pants partway down, but I don't think she felt or saw my cock.

A few days after, I happened to be reading the Alhambra paper (did that in those days) and there it was, her formal portrait photo from the waist up. She had just gotten married after a year's engagement. The wedding date was two or three days after our session.

She almost fucked another man, me, just days before her marriage. Never even told me about another man. Too bad she didn't fuck me. Virgin? Or maybe not a virgin having already fucked her fiancé and wanted to compare, or maybe re-assure herself? Maybe a last, or first fling? I don't know, but a cramped leg lost me a fuck with a beautiful woman.

An engaged to be married with the date set woman.

I didn't try to contact her. Figured she must be living somewhere else now, and of course, no cell phones in those days.

(NOTE: Adding this on 25 August 2020. The other day I was opening up some boxes with magazines stored in them that I had done years ago, plus some personal papers, and I FOUND THAT PAPER CLIPPING, COMPLETE WITH HER PHOTO. Amazing. And she looked just like I remembered her in that photo). Now I know her name again.

So guys, if you've got her half naked and she's ready and things are cool and legal, GO FOR IT.

Oh, back to my little virgin Jamie.

Jamie seemed to know what to do next, and that was nothing as she leaned back against the seat, opened her legs wide and closed her eyes. Keeping my lips off hers for a while, I tongued her as I stroked her clitoris.

Just my tongue, going in and out of her mouth and twirling around one another Then, as she drew closer to her first orgasm, I kissed her full on the lips but left room for her to breathe when she got close.

She screamed! Well, not so much screamed as let out a loud and sharp moan as the pleasure hit. I kept kissing and rubbing on her clit at the same time, but doing it gentle like. Firm, but gentle. It was the perfect method I believe to have her cumming for the first time.

Nothing said, I held her afterward, for all of maybe three minutes, an eternity for me, and possibly not long enough for her. She needed this, and now I needed something.

After Jamie had regained her breath, I slid my hips out to the edge of the seat. pulled my pants and shorts down to my ankles so I could spread my legs apart so my balls could hang free and straightened my body out as much as possible and in effect making my cock look as long as possible.

"It looks so big..."

It's nice having a virgin who has never seen one bigger than yours.

“Now Jamie, instead of using your hand, there is something I want you to do for me, just for a minute.”

I think she knew. “You mean...?”

“Yes, Put your mouth on it, just for a little while.”

“Why?”

'Duh.' “Why,” she asked? I proceeded to tell her about five reasons why, including a learning curve for her and some enjoyment for me. But the main reason I wanted her to do it, I said truthfully, was because, since I had seen her holding Bob's cock, the same thing she had been doing for me, I wanted to be the first with her on something more.

She sucked me. Timidly at first and of course getting into it after a while. But I was nice and did not blow a surprise load down her throat. It was enough that I could feel strong dribbles of pre-fluid pouring out of me and down her throat.

She knew it. "You're dribbling but there's no taste," she mouthed me for another few seconds, "not much at all."

Cumming in her mouth would have been nice, but I wanted her to jack me and see me cum, something she had not done with Bob, or so she claimed. I let her, she wanted to now, keep sucking until I got close, then had her use her hand, but slow.

"That's it baby. Nice and slow, and keep running the foreskin all the way up and over...aaaah yes, like that."

I put on a nice show for her, cumming a big one while holding onto one of her breasts. She had carried a hanky in her purse and had thought of laying it out in advance, but she was still surprised when my load, some of it, landed as far up as above my nipples even though I was sitting up.

Had I been lying down and her jacking me with my cock pointed in the natural direction when I was hard, it might have landed as high up as my face.

It was then, while she was using her hanky to clean me that she told me. “I will be graduating in two weeks and going back to Santa Fe.”

That was at the other end of the state almost, straight North. But I had expected that. “Can I see you again, a few times before you go?”

“I don't want to fall in love.” Wow. Jamie was having those same strong feelings of desire for me that I had been feeling for her.

I was already semi-engaged to a California girl so did not plan that. But Jamie would have been easy to love, very. Of all the gals I have ever met, Jamie would rank in the top ten in sweetness.

“Just see me. We'll go out, take in a movie and do a little making out. No more than we did today.” I believe I have proven to you now that I will respect your desire to remain a virgin, so what say you?”

“What about Sue?”

Oh yeah, she knew that I was dating Sue. Not just dating, but fucking her. I made light of it. “Sue and I are close, but not 'in love' close. Let's just say that she will keep my irresistible urges for sex down to a slow boil so that I can maintain control with you. How's that?”

I was smiling to let her know I was kidding, but that there was some truth in what I was saying.

"We can do this again, maybe, what we did today, and you won't try to push it further?"

"No baby, I promise, but you'll always know how bad I wanted to."

I saw Jamie three or four more times, and one of them was for almost an entire day since I picked her up before noon on a weekend and did not bring her back to the dorm until after 9 at night. We fiddled and we played. I gave her more orgasms, and two of them were by oral, something not so easy to pull off in a car seat.

We had even cuddled and just held each other at times, no sex, just being and feeling close. It was during one of those cuddle sessions that Jamie confided in me.

"That time when you were with Sue and watching Bob and me over your seat and you saw Bob take my bra off..." Jamie hesitated, I think waiting for me to ask.

"Yes. I remember. What about it?"

"When I realized you were watching, that was when I allowed Bob to take my bra off. You thought he pulled it off against my will, but I wanted him too, and it was because I wanted you to see me."

"Really? Were you turned on to me at that time like I was you."

"I hadn't decided yet, but I sensed that Bob and I were not going to last and I wanted to get you interested in me. I could tell that you and Sue were not in love, so I...I don't know, I did it, and I wanted you to know that."

I kissed her, smiled, and said, 'Thanks for that. You made my night."

Shit readers. I wanted so bad to get Jamie into a bed. Same thing with Sue. Not once in an actual bed. It would have been so much fun to do a 69, but with no bed, only 68s. In the Army, low rank. No money for a motel. No way to take her into the barracks and lay her on your bunk.

Wouldn't that be something, to have had a bed available? My makeout sessions with both women, and a couple of other women while in Las Cruces and Deming, N. Mexico, the next town to the West, were in the car and on a lawn in a graveyard.

Meeting the married woman in Huntsville, Alabama before all this New Mexico stuff and having a bed to enjoy her in had been a lucky break for me. (Sharing my steady pussy).

Had me another girl, sorta, while in Las Cruces and mixed somewhere in the time when I was seeing Sue and Jamie. We soldiers with cars got to know some of the locals who hung around the drive-in and some of them, well, all of them were hot rodders just like me.

They were the 'cowboys' and we were the soldiers. I heard from time to time that the cowboys and the soldiers had some run-ins, but they never bothered me.

STRIPPING A FRIEND'S ******** COMPLETELY NAKED.

There was an older man who would hang out with us, not a soldier but from town. He not only had a fairly hot 59 Pontiac Bonneville, brand new, but he also had a ********, 18 maybe, and extremely lovely. No one had gotten to her I think, and the way it seemed, her father was protective of her, of course.

Never heard if he had a wife around then.

I remember hearing some of the guys talking about her being the ******** of this guy and living alone with him. There was speculation I remember as to whether daddy was fucking ********.

I really don't remember exactly how I got her out, and she knew Sue I remember, but I had her out and parked in my Oldsmobile at night, somewhere on the streets of Las Cruces and a bit higher than most of town so we could look down at the lights. It seems to me in my memory that though we were still in town that there were no homes close by.

I of course parked the car so that the moonlight was coming in through the windshield and onto the front seat.

Over the course of a lot of time I stripped her completely, right there in my car. I mean totally naked and with no panties on, not even between her ankles. She was exposed to my view, to my touch, but she wouldn't fuck.

I didn't push it too hard because of her father. I don't remember if he knew I had her out, but I think not.

A virgin you see, almost for sure though I never got a finger deep enough into her as I remember now so many years later. She allowed my persuasive self to strip her, and fondle and kiss her, but she wouldn't fuck.

I honestly don't remember if I got her hand onto my dick. Matter of fact, I had almost completely forgotten about her until I came back onto this site and started editing this section for typos and adding thoughts about car seats now in the middle, the 16th of Jan 2018.

"I'm pretty certain, thinking back, that she was a virgin and I was the first male to see her nude.

But she was lovely. Don't remember her name, though something like 'Deanie' or 'Deenie' rings a bell. I do clearly remember her face and body. Beautiful in the face, very, and almost flat chested. But it didn't matter since her perfect skinned body was small and delicate all over, so she did not seem to be out of proportion.

Her nipples were nice and very prominent when they got hard, I do remember that.

How did it come that she was out with me and I got her naked? I don't remember actually. It might have been because she had been hearing about me from Sue. But once again, there I was, making out on a stupid car seat and no bed.

I don't remember how she got into my car that night, and I don't remember where I dropped her off. It has been a long time. Like I said, readers, this story is all true, so I am not making anything up, except Jamie's name. Her real name was a bit cuter. Actually, it was her nickname, not her real name that was a lot cuter.

Just to go into the future a little further with Jamie, she wrote me a couple of times and said that she had sort of linked up with an old boyfriend from Santa Fe. They had not fucked as yet since she was still holding out for marriage, but his cock was smaller than mine she said, larger then Bob's had been, but smaller than me.

She wrote that perhaps to make me feel good, or maybe it was the truth. Like I said, Jamie was very sweet, and caring.

We never talked on the phone. First off, no access to one unless I went into a booth, and the caller always had to go through an operator for long distance, and put coins in, and if we talked past three minutes the operator would come on and ask for more money, and it was expensive to use those phones.

We callers usually had to call person-to-person. That way if the other end answered the Operator would say 'Person to person from (your name) to (their name)" If the person had answered, they would say "Yes, Operator, I'll accept the call," and the operator would go off to let you talk. The person making the call, either from home or in a booth, would have to pay more for this service, but that way you did not waste a call if some other person answered.

That was then, and most readers probably are/were not aware of what we went through in those days to make long distance calls.

Using her real name and last known home town, I looked 'Jamie' up online recently. On the net. Found her, or I think it was her. Same first and last name so either divorced or widowed probably and going back to her maiden name. I sent a note on Facebook. No response.

What about Bob? Yes, that sounds like a title of a recent movie, What About Bob? But I need to get Bob into this story once again. Like I have said, Bob was not long for Las Cruces, having no car, no job and no money. But I had one last adventure with him.

My newlywed wife enters the picture.

Realizing that he had no means of transportation or finance to continue with Jamie, Bob had given up on her, he claimed. He might have known I had been seeing Jamie, but I doubt it. Somehow, and I don't know where he had been staying for the past months, Bob showed up on foot at that drive in restaurant I have mentioned.

“Hi Bob,” I exclaimed, surprised to see that he was still around.

Jill, my blonde fiance had arrived from California, bringing a 1948 Nash automobile along that she had received from her mother.. Not the coolest set of wheels to be sure, but completely rust free and reliable. A flathead six and three on the tree. (that means, for our younger readers, a three speed shift on the steering column).

As today, all cars raised in California are rust free, and most of my cars in those days came to me from California.

We had married, Jill and I. Using a Justice of the Peace in his home. A few days before, I had said my goodbyes to Sue which had not gone over too well even though Sue had known in advance about my wife to be. I had in effect swapped my steady New Mexico pussy for some steady California to be married to me pussy.

Now Jill was sitting in my 1953 Oldsmobile with me, and Bob was seeing my new wife for the first time. He stared past me through the driver's window and his eyes were big as he saw a blonde California woman who was to say the least, stunning.

Want to read about Jill? Read my stories about a time in the future called Confessions of a Nudist Photographer. 3/29/2020. I have written and posted one recently that is called A Man Shared His Motel Room With Me And My Wife. That is the first adventure we had after I got out of the Army and we went back to California.

Adding here on 25 January 2018, and also read about Jill in the story I recently posted called Innocent Cutie Compares my Five Pound Cock to Jim's Six Pounder. Type in 'EroticWriter stories or the name of the story I have mentioned in SEARCH and hit enter.

For now though, Jill was innocent, almost. Of course, any woman who has spent time with me is no longer innocent. Jamie had been about a close to innocent as any woman I had been involved with, and she had done just about everything with me short of actually fucking.

“Is this...?" Bob began. He stopped in case it was not the woman from California he had heard about.

“Yes, this is Jill. We got married just last week.”

“Well Hellooooo Jill. You're looking mighty fine.”

Jill sort of blushed and giggled. “Well, thank you,” she gushed. I had not told Jill about Bob, so I had to play the game. He was looking kind of uncomfortable standing outside so I invited him to sit in the car.

“In the front?”

For Bob to get into the rear, I would have to open my driver's door, get out, let him go around me as he pulled the back of the driver's seat forward, climb in, and then, as I let the seat back drop, get back in myself and close the door.

Big hassle to be reversed to let him out, and besides, we would have to turn our head to talk to him. Letting him into the back on Jill's side was out of the question because the food tray was on the door and we didn't want to open the door all that far.

“Of course, in the front, come on around.” I was allowing Bob to sit beside Jill, who now had to slide over next to me in the bench seat. That was her normal position anyhow in those days before seat belts, but she had moved over to the door to eat off the tray in the window. And feed me.

Opening the door carefully so as not to upset the drinks that were still sitting on the tray, Bob slid through and very carefully closed the door, not enough for it to be 'slammed' and latched all the way since that would have spilled the drinks.

“So, I asked Bob, “I thought you had gone to New Jersey already. What keeps you here?” (I am saying New Jersey in the story, but I am not sure if he had came from there or maybe New York. It's been a long time).

“I had a job picking black cherries, and the guy that owned the farm gave me a place to stay.”

I knew about the black cherries that grow in the Rio Grande Valley. There was a favorite place I would go to sometimes west of Las Cruces on US 70 but still down in the Rio Grande Valley where you could purchase cherry cider, perhaps one of the best tasting drinks in the world.

The price was not cheap though, because it took a lot of cherries to make it, and cherries do not grow on trees.

Wait! Yes they do grow on trees, I think. Sort of short ones. If you've never tasted 'black' cherries, such a shade of red so dark they appear black at first, you've missed something. As they say, 'Once you've had black, you won't go back.' No...wait....

“You had a job?” I was sensing a hit here for money and was already planning how to say 'No.'

“Yeah, it ran out yesterday and I saved up enough money to catch a bus most of the way home and hitch the rest.” He pulled out a bus ticket and showed us that it was to leave tomorrow around noon and was for north to Albuquerque and points east. I breathed a sigh of relief, Bob would be gone tomorrow and it looked like he was not going to hit me up for money.

I offered to treat him to a meal, and then after we had ordered, Bob hit me up. “Can you give me a place to stay, just for tonight?”

Well, at least it was not money, something that I was not swimming in on an Army Specialist's pay. Jill was to get a job but that was soon, not now. For now, we were living day to day, which is hard to do when you get paid once a month.

“I only have a two room, basically, house.” I told him. “It has one big room in front that serves as a living room and kitchen, and then around the wall at the back of the living room is the bedroom with no door and a bath.”

Perhaps I should better describe that layout. Small rectangular shaped building built using cement blocks. Coming in the front door, you see the kitchen, stove, frig and sink on the right in front of you. And a kitchen table you have to go around. Off to the left, a large living room, such as it is, with painted block walls, and going on straight ahead past the kitchen and to the right, a bathroom.

Off to the left and behind that living room wall, a big bedroom going the length of the back half of the building. It's size an exact duplicate of the size of the living room. I think the entire layout was probably no more than three of four hundred square feet. It must have come furnished because I don't remember going out and buying a bed or a couch.

No TV. No computer. No dishwasher. No Microwave. That stuff, the last three, didn't even exist yet. Well, maybe a dishwasher did, I don't remember.

But at $50 a month, beggars cannot be choosers. It was clean, and everything worked. Bob was quick to take advantage of what space he would be allocated, if any. “I'd be glad to sleep on the couch, if that's alright. It will be just for one night.”

I looked over at Jill. She smiled, not fully understanding that Bob had received an other than honorable discharge and was now known for sucking on people for money and a place to stay. But he would be gone tomorrow, we had seen the ticket.

“It's OK honey, if he stays in the living room. I don't mind.”

Jill thought that she was helping, not knowing that I was thinking otherwise. But already something was forming in my mind. A thought, and Bob's smaller than mine cock.

My wife had been a virgin when I met her at the Moonlight Rollerway (skating rink) on US 66, Colorado Blvd. in or just East of Pasadena, California.

I had dated other women at the same time, but when Jill let me take her cherry we were pretty much steady after that and on into when I had joined the Army, been assigned to Alabama for a while, then been stationed in New Mexico.

I of course, dated and kept her around via a letter two or three times a week. Now, finally, she was here.

Though my girlfriend turned wife had commented that my cock is big, and with the tight fit she believed that I was, I wanted to convince her that it really is.

For a while at least I could have my new bride believing that my cock is amongst the big ones. Bob could help in that aspect.

I think you probably already know where this is headed. I had been able to have Sue see Bob's cock and realize that mine is a lot bigger, ditto with Jamie, and now I had a chance to use Bob's cock once again, this time with my wife.

In the Army they have training tools, items used to train soldiers in their jobs. Now I had Bob to use as a training tool for my wife.

We ate our burgers, all three, and after cruising for a few minutes down the main street through the downtown, (At that time a street, and now part of it is converted to a walking mall type of thing) we headed home. Our little home was one of three side-by-side matching homes built with cement blocks. It was even on a dirt street, although I should probably rather call it a sand street.

With sand, no mud when it gets wet. Only disadvantage, when it blows, the road goes, high into the air, and all over anything in the way. And I seem to remember that in Las Cruces the wind would blow every other day.

I don't remember much of what was said and done in that little house before bedtime, but I certainly remember most of what happened later. Having Kenny watching me as I fucked Sue in the back of his Dodge and then me watching him had been the stimulus. (See the story coming before this called Sharing my Steady Pussy).

From then on in my life, having my woman seeing and being seen would always be a major part of my fantasies, and I was to make many if not most of my fantasies come to life.

We were in the bedroom in back, and right around the corner, on the other side of the wall we were lying beside, was Bob, and there was no door. If Bob had to go during the night, he would have to walk right by the foot of our bed to go into the bathroom.

When he came back out, he would be directly facing the foot of our bed before turning left to head back and around into the living room.

From the very first night Jill and I slept naked. It seemed to be the only way to go.

This was a perfect setup for a husband who might want to show off his wife in the act. And it was a perfect 'excuse' for a guest to be going by the bed on his way to the toilet. It was also a perfect setup for someone to get down low and sneak a peek around the corner at our bed.

However it went, I planned to put it all to use.

Had this been closer to today in history, I probably would have been planning this out with Bob in advance, but this was very early in my life, and everything was experimental or accidental.

Believe me readers, had Bob still been in the Army and seeing the soldiers I worked with on a daily basis, I would not be doing this now.

Bob had already used the bathroom and was supposedly bedded down on the couch. For the purpose of me seeing my wife as we made love, and for Bob to better see IF he came by, I had left a small lamp on beside the bed.

There was also a night light in the bathroom so that Bob could find his way if need be. Now I was loving on Jill, and she was responding quite warmly I might say.

Like I said, the light beside the bed was on, as it always was when we made love so we could better see each other. But now, I still had it on, and another man was right around the corner. By rights, Jill should have said 'turn the light off if you want to be doing something,' but she didn't.

Did my recent bride know what I have in mind? I know that Jill had always been adventurous and daring, like making love to me on a beach where anyone walking by would see. There were people on the beach in both directions. We were sort of between two large boulders, but that did not block the view of anyone going past from side to side. Someone might have gone by and seen us, I wasn't sure.

But that had been in the past, and now here we were in our first home of many to come, and a man was just a few feet away. Jill and I were fully naked of course, and the covers were down.

Jill was no longer a virgin, and her desires I knew, had been awakened.

The trouble was, with me being right handed and lying on Jill's right, I could not readily be watching the wall behind me where Bob might be sneaking a peek around if he was so inclined. In order to take a peek unknown to my wife to see if Bob was sneaking a peek, I would have to rise up and look back over my right shoulder. Not easily done.

If I got on top, then I would have to look back over my left shoulder. Even harder to do. But if he is watching, I wanted to know.

If I wanted to see if Bob was sneaking a peek, the only solution was to put Jill on top of me. And I did. She didn't hesitate, and I knew that she had to be aware of how that would put her privacy at risk. Now with Jill on top and her ass and pussy toward that corner that Bob might be able to peek around, she was riding me, nice and slow.

Surely she knew that now she can be seen if someone peeks and she wouldn't know it, but again, no protest from my newlywed wife. Did she want to be viewed? Was she just turned on and wanted to fuck me and thought Bob was already asleep?

She was being very passionate, kissing more than previous nights in our new home.

She had not suggested me wearing a rubber as usual. I think Jill, like me, wanted to be performing this act skin to skin, bareback in case Bob should happen to see. It was up to me to maintain control.

I don't know why she is doing this, because from the first Jill was always quiet about expressing her desires about sex, first with me and later about other men. I was not sure if Jill was going along with this only because of me, or because she wanted to be seen, or more.

I knew that Jill's ass was not to be believed, so if Bob should happen to sneak a peek, he would get a close up view of a great ass, and just below a very blonde covered cunt being stretched by a cock that was almost twice his size. (slight exaggeration, maybe, on my part).

As Jill was bent over with her head next to mine on my left while riding me, I kept watching down towards my right foot to see if Bob was maybe down low and peeking around the corner. But either Bob was not that smart, or he had already snuck a peek and now had decided to 'make an entrance.'

Seeing my newly married pussy.

As I was looking in his direction, Bob came right around the corner standing up, and quietly walked past the foot of our bed and went into the bathroom! He had pretended to not be looking in our direction and I don't know if he was aware that I was seeing him.

I would be willing to bet that he had snuck a peek first so he wouldn't be 'wasting' a trip to the bathroom because it was timed wrong.

No sound, she couldn't see, so I don't think that Jill knew when he was going by, but I am sure that she heard the bathroom door close. What will she do? My heart rate increased. Oh joy, she kept pumping, but slow.

We waited. I saw 'we' because now Jill knew that Bob is in the bathroom and will be coming out. When he came out, there was no way that he could not see the action.

Hear that readers? My lovely, almost virginal and innocent wife is on top of me, sometimes kissing and riding my cock with our joined genitals fully visible, and she was making no effort to cover up. Nor was she trying to make me cum, or cum herself.

I knew, well, was pretty sure that her movements were being deliberately controlled, to last. She pumped, slow and easy, and she knew that there was no way that Bob could miss seeing the action when he comes out of that bathroom.

He had to come out in order to get back onto the couch, and he had to go right by, within five or so feet from her ass. Yet Jill kept pumping, and I kept kissing and feeling her tits or holding onto her ass cheeks.

A minute passed, then two, then three. Normally, if we had been alone, Jill would have been fucking me faster now, and harder, or I would have turned her over again. But she waited, I am pretty sure for Bob to come out as she continued to do it slow and easy.

If she was thinking as I was, she knew why I had not turned her over already. Is she wanting to do this, or just...playing along to please me? Is she, going way out there, hoping to get to fuck Bob, experiencing another man so soon into our marriage?

What if she does, and I let it happen? She'll be surprised and maybe disappointed if she sees his erected cock, but if things have gone that far, she'll likely feel obligated to go all the way.

Should I allow that to happen? I'd kind of like to have her fuck a smaller cock so she'll think more of me. Of course he could turn out to be good in bed, but based on his non-performance with Jamie I think not. Oh readers, my mind was all over the place as my beautiful bride continued to fuck.

I say 'fuck.' Right now it didn't seem like she is making love to me when she knows someone will soon be seeing, and maybe more as our most intimate moments are being revealed.

The toilet flushed. That would be Bob probably pretending that he had further business than before and that was why he had returned to the bathroom. Out he came, with the bathroom light still on, yes, still on, and the light flooded across our bed.

As he stared down at us, Bob had in effect put a spotlight on Jill's lovely ass, tight vagina, and my hard cock as my newlywed wife rode me for probably five full seconds before he reached back into the bathroom and switched off that light.

At this point in my story telling, what I was thinking does not count. My wife is the main subject at this juncture in the story. If my wife was having a fantasy of Bob seeing her so intimately involved, her fantasy would have been more than fulfilled right there.

I say five full seconds. It might have been shorter but his switching off of that light had not been instant. What else could he have been doing other than taking in the view of Jill riding my cock?

Yes, riding, pumping, because she never paused even for a second.

With a little smile at me since he saw me watching, Bob sort of 'snuck' on past and went into the living room. Now Bob knew that I knew he had been looking, and that I had allowed it by leaving my wife so exposed while performing the most intimate of acts between two marrieds.

Also, since she had been aware of his going into the bathroom and had not ceased operations, he knew that my wife, silently, had also given her permission for him to be seeing.

I looked up at Jill, and she had a neutral expression on her face. She had to know that he had been there with the noise of the door going in, the flush, and then the light flooding the room on his way out.

She did not seem to mind, so I took a chance. I yelled it out. “Bob?”

She kept pumping.

No answer. “Hey Bob!”

“Yes?”

“Come here.”

I held my breath, waiting to see what my bride might do. She stayed in place!

SHOWING MY MARRIED PUSSY.

Jill was pumping and she kept going. Fully naked she was, and mounted on a hard cock. her pussy being stretched, for him to see. Bob slowly, with a strange grin on his face came around the corner. Oh, I failed to mention, he was wearing only his underwear, and it was left over Army white underwear with a big opening in front for a cock to hang out if it was not buttoned tight.

His hole was unbuttoned as he came up to the foot of the bed and stopped “Did you call me?” His eyes, even then, were on Jill and her ass, now very close to him, and still pumping.

Well of course I did Bob, but then, I didn't say that. What I said was: “We know when you went by that you 'accidentally' had a pretty good look at what is happening, so if you want to keep watching, you are welcome since the harm is already done. But you have to promise first that you won't tell anyone.”

I knew of course that he would not be seeing anyone we knew to be telling since he was getting onto a bus in a few hours, so that comment was for Jill's benefit.

“I can watch up close?” You could sense the excitement in his voice as Bob continued to stare at the lower end of our bodies and not my face.

“Yes, sit right there at the foot of the bed and watch. Jill has never done this and I think that it might be exciting for her. She was a virgin when I met her and you're the first man besides me to see her undressed. She's probably embarrassed as Hell at you seeing her bare assed, but she's not saying anything, so I'm assuming it's O.K. with her.

It's probably because she trusts me. So watch, but all you get to do is watch, no more.”

I had especially made it a point to tell Bob that, that my bride is virgin to other men's eyes. That aroused me to greater heights, telling him that, and probably affected Jill and Bob in the same way.

We both felt the mattress give slightly when he sat on the edge, just inches from my feet and the length of my lower legs from her pussy and ass.

A man is seeing my wife's pussy, real close up and being stretched by my cock. I don't especially like this man, so why am I allowing this? I felt my cock reach, it seemed, a new level of hardness.

Now, only a week or so into our marriage, Jill had an audience, a strange man watching, whom she knew of course, has a cock. She did not know me completely, did not know about the women in Alabama, or the women here in New Mexico. Yet, it seemed, she might be wanting to either experiment, play, or both.

Little did she know, I planned to make sure she sees Bob's cock. No more, just see. Letting Bob see her in such an intimate manner was the price I was paying to have this happen.

I had used him with Sue, which had paid off with Jamie, and now I wanted my bride to see Bob, and know.

Silently, never looking in his direction, Jill pumped, using the full length of my cock while I fondled her ass and tits, and Bob watched. I could see that he was reaching in and touching himself with one hand. It was all right there for him, just a couple of feet away, and he had a view that could not be believed, but I knew it was a little dark down there since the only real light was up at the other end of the bed near my head.

There were no windows in the cement block wall on the bedroom side at all.

“Go turn on that bathroom light again and leave the door open.”

Bob jumped right up, and as he did, I saw his erection pop through that hole, but not very far through. He went over and turned on the light and returned to sitting on the bed at our feet. This, I think, excited Jill greatly because as she chose that moment to raise her head and look around, I sensed her heart rate and breathing level increase.

Of course with her being turned the other direction, she had not seen his protruding knob. That's all that was showing outside his opened shorts, the knob.

I let her keep pumping while my hands roamed freely over her ass. I think my doing that, the caressing of her ass, probably aided in getting all three participants aroused. I even used my fingers to pull her cheeks apart while knowing that was allowing Bob to see partially into her anus, maybe.

I did it slowly at first, gently, seeing if she would protest at my exposing more of her inner self to a stranger. No reaction, she kept pumping.

Though it was harder to reach around that far, I felt lower and tugged her pussy lips outward. I can't say 'open' since my cock was inserted, but Bob just the same was getting an even more intimate view of her tight inner lips and how they were being stretched around me.

All the while, Jill, my 'innocent' bride was allowing him to see, see it all as I allowed him to view the most intimate parts of her body being enjoyed in the most intimate of ways.

I didn't know why she was allowing this, but it had me aroused to an extremely high level.

Holding back, I gave Bob a few more minutes to enjoy the view while Jill and I had some fun, and then I boldly invited him to come around to the side of the bed and let Jill see his cock.

Yes, I said exactly that. "Bob, come around the bed and let Jill see your cock."

I knew I was putting Bob on the spot because he could plainly see now and had learned that I have quite a bit more to offer. But he did not know that I had seen his cock previously so no way would he know I might be deliberately putting him down or making him look bad in comparison. For all I knew, he might think, he might have a really big one.

As I said it, Jill sort of changed the speed of her pumping as she slowed down but kept moving, and she sort of raised her head and looked off to her right, my left, where Bob would be making his appearance to show her his cock.

She was ready I could see, she wants to see his cock! She's riding one, her new husband, and it is the cock that took her virginity. Now she can compare...

Bob was staring at Jill, her body up and twisted slightly in his direction, and he knew that she wanted to see his cock.

He knew how he would measure up compared to me as he hesitated, and then, slowly, came around. As he walked toward us, I saw that his cock had gone back inside, and nothing was showing. “Take your shorts off Bob, “ I directed.

Bob did, and his maybe five inches at the very most of cock was now revealed for Jill. Five inches maybe and thin. I saw Jill studying it and knew what she was thinking, that the cock she has married and is now riding was so much more.

But I was not doing this to specifically put Bob down. Not Bob the individual. Jill did not know Bob and she didn't know that I knew in advance what size he is. Actually, I was doing this, using Bob to let my wife know that yes, there are different sizes, and she had not married a small one. Average maybe. Slightly bigger than average maybe, but definitely not small.

Now, if I had Jamie on top of me and Bob was watching, then he would be the cuckold big time. Cuckold because his former girlfriend Jamie was fucking me, and even more a cuckold because she was getting a bigger cock. But that had never happened. Bob had never fucked Jamie, and I had only played with her, but to a far greater degree than Bob ever had.

Who was getting the better of this deal? Me using Bob and getting to show my wife that I have a bigger cock than another man, or Bob getting to see my wife totally exposed and doing an intimate act?

Bob was seeing my wife in the process of having her vagina spread and worked over by my cock. Did that make me the cuckold? I don't know. One thing, the word 'cuckold' was not in my vocabulary, not way back then.

Supposedly a cuckold is a husband whose wife is being fucked by another man, even if he gets to watch. So since I was doing the fucking, I guess I wasn't being cuckolded. But as I go on with this true story, was I the cuckold later? Let's wait and see.

I’ll tell you in advance before this story goes much further that I did not allow Bob to fuck my wife. Sorry readers.

Jill would have done so, maybe, I'm not sure, since she had allowed Bob to see her so intimately. But our marriage was only a couple of weeks old, and I at this time was very jealous of her, and very jealous of course of any big cock that might come between me and her.

How can a man be jealous of his wife and yet want to show her off in the act of fucking? It's hard to explain, but some of my readers will understand.

If she was so inclined, maybe I should have allowed Jill to have him. I think she might have wanted that. Bob, you see, was not a threat to me. He had a small cock, and he was leaving town.

How would that fuck have gone? Would he have felt way small to her? Would she have felt tight to him? Probably yes to both of those. Would he have been able to last, her being so beautiful and married to his buddy? I doubt it.

Would she have gotten to cum? With him? I think not, but then again, the situation being what it was, maybe she might have.

The way she was riding me, slow with occasional pauses, I think Jill was constantly on the edge of having an orgasm.

As Jill continued to ride me, I invited her to touch his cock while he sat up beside us. She didn't hesitate, but I think, was being careful not to appear anxious as she instantly started to move, then slowly reached and wrapped.

"Stroke him a little bit."

She did, and did not say anything, but she was learning that stroking a cut cock is not as easy to do.

"Don't make him cum."

It was nice, seeing her long fingers tipped in red wrapped around his little cock looking so nice. I gave them both a minute or two to enjoy each other, and then I turned my wife over in anticipation of getting between her legs. Boy did his eyes bulge upon seeing Jill totally naked and on her back for the first time.

Her almost C cups standing upright. Her long blonde hair falling around her face, framing it. Her flat and hard stomach. Her legs opened wide in anticipation of me entering her again. Her blonde curlets pussy, opened slightly and looking pink inside. But at first, not opened enough.

Jill I think, knew what he needed to see most, and she spread her legs even wider in anticipation of me, but all the while, her eyes were watching his face.

Sometimes she would get this oh so ornery look on her face, and she was doing it now. While I stayed high on my knees and plowed her, Jill could lie on her back and jack his cock.

Already Jill had learned that the cock she has married has an advantage. Bob was cut, and had no foreskin to move up and down. She said not a word to Bob about it, but talked about it later to me, about how my cock was so much easier to jack.

And I had told her that it was especially nice that her hand could stroke all the way up over my head and increase the intensity of feel, because even dry, the stroking felt good because the foreskin acts as a lubricant.

Then, as I continued to keep my arms in the pushup position in order to stay high off her and fuck Jill on her back, I invited Bob to get down at our feet again, and Jill, maybe reluctantly, had to let go of his penis.

I slowly, oh so slowly slipped my hard cock back into her, going slow and going deep, and giving Bob a nice long look at a gorgeous wife's pussy being opened and stretched.

I paused as I saw her study her fingers, all five plus her palm wet with some of his pre-fluid, and then with a smile at me, she looked around, wondering what in the heck to do with it since she did not want to soil our one set of sheets.

Finally with a little giggle, as I laid more down on her so that Bob would better be able to see our joined genitals, she rubbed her fingers onto my back. Yes, all over my back! Bob's body fluid. Either it would remain to dry on my back when we finally decided to sleep, or it would have to be washed off with a cloth, later.

I don't know if Bob saw her do that. He might have and if so, would have had himself a good laugh over it.

I felt the bed sag between my feet and knew that he had gotten in close, very close. I spread my legs and got up onto my knees in order to provide Bob with a better view and as I began to pump, I felt Jill’s legs go up and around my waist.

I sensed, knew, that not only was Bob viewing all of her, her pussy and now that her ass is high, that Bob was not only seeing her pussy, but also her lovely little anus so cute and tight and surrounded by a diamond shaped coloring, was also viewing my ass and anus, and firm balls dangling.

I had already been told by several women that I had a nice ass and Bob probably was thinking just that.

I have to wonder if he had any thoughts about my ass at that time, and wished that if not her, me? Did he look at my ass and think of how nice it might be to fuck it? I know I probably would have thought that if the situation had been reversed. If not her, how about him?

Maybe I shouldn't be saying this since I'm not gay, but it might have felt good to have a thin five inch at most cock stroking into me while fucking my wife. Bob could have been lying on me as lightly as possible and while I pumped my wife he could be pumping into me while staring past my head and into her eyes.

What would it be like to feel a cock blasting into my ass while blasting a load of my own into my woman at the same moment?

I am sure my orgasm would have been intensified, greatly.

'SLUUUURP! I am going weird here and imagining that. My ass sucking Bob's cum up at the back end, and my throbbing cock blasting it out at the other. Bob putting his cum into my wife via her husband while my wife sucks his cum out of my cock and into her throbbing cunt as we all orgasm simultaneously. What a crazy thought.

No being bashful here, not my bride. She had raised those legs way high around me. By raising her legs that far she apparently had decided to give Bob a total viewing of her curved ass, her anus, her pussy and how it is being worked and stretched by my cock.

I knew now. Bob is seeing it all, not just my ass and balls and also my cock and how it is stretching Jill’s snug snatch, but also her tight pink in color anus since her ass is almost off the bed. It was then that something happened that I was not to learn about until Jill told me after Bob had left town.

Though Bob did not get to fuck my bride, maybe the next event made me into a semi-cuckold, I don't know.

Feeling up my bride.

As I stayed above and off her and fucked, trying to give him the best show possible, Bob, using one hand, began caressing the cheeks of Jill's ass. He did one, very lightly at first, tentative, and when she did not protest, began touching her with a firmer feel.

He caressed her left side with his right hand and getting a nice sense of how she was shaped both there and going to the inner sides of her thighs, getting ever closer to her pussy.

I thought I was being so cool, showing Bob how good I could fuck my wife, my beautiful bride and last, not cumming prematurely and lasting while stretching her more and penetrating deeper than he could ever hope to accomplish. But my wife and he were sharing a secret.

Then Bob did the other. Having gotten away with that and with no protest from my wife, Bob, being very careful not to come into contact with my cock or balls, then began touching Jill around her tightly stretched lips.

Being careful not to press inward too deeply because I might feel that, he went all along the sides of her cunt, caressing her stretched lips gently and giving her she told me later, tickling sensations that felt wonderfully erotic. She also told me, later, that she could no longer see his head because he was down there, so close with his face that she was surprised that I didn't feel his breathing.

Jill was moaning more loudly now, and I was thinking it was because I was fucking her so nicely in order to provide a show for Bob. She was getting quite wet and Bob, not being able to insert a finger of course, began rubbing it alongside her vagina, getting his finger slippery wet.

She said she could feel when he turned his finger over and rubbed the sides of it around some more in order to get it covered in her wetness.

And here is where he really got daring. He began running his slippery finger over her cute little anus, caressing and tickling it in the process. I mentioned it before, and I'll say it again, the pink coloring of Jill's anus, the outer edges, is diamond in shape.

I'll repeat that. Her pink coloring does not form a circle around her tight anus, it is actually diamond in shape.

She gave me all this in detail. How Bob kept 'dipping' his finger into the wetness and returning to her anus.

Jill told me later than his slippery finger caressing her anus at the entrance was really feeling good, so good as a matter of fact that she was wishing he would put it in.

And he did, but not right away and not all at once. This was a first for her, having a finger started into her anus while being fucked. I would have gotten to it soon, we just being married, but had not gone there as yet.

Jill was moaning louder now and I, surprised at how turned on my bride seemed to be and having decided that it was time for her to cum, maybe quicker than usual but just the first of one or two more I planned, began fucking more vigorously.

I figured she was a minute or two from orgasm.

It was then, Jill told me, that Bob fully inserted the very tip into her anus and held it there. Maybe an inch.

That did it! It happened instantly.

I can imagine how surprised Bob must have been as Jill suddenly began cumming with a loud groan as her fingers dug into my ass. As Bob saw and felt her anus go into a series of contractions around his finger and making her pinkish anus open and close slightly with each throb, he began easing his finger further into her, but doing it in little shoves to match the throbbing he was feeling and seeing.

I wish I could have seen his face about then, thinking that he must have made her start cumming because the instant he stuck a finger partly in, it had happened.

A thob lasting about a second in length, a slight shove deeper of a finger as her anus opened slightly. Another second, another throb, an opened anus, and another quarter inch of finger inside.

I can visualize it in my mind, how it must have looked as her anus would pucker and tighten around him during part of the throb, and during the other part of the throb, when her anus would open slightly, further in his finger would go, but in very small increments.

When her orgasm, and it was a long one going ten throbs or more, finally finished, Bob. according to my wife, had at least a full half finger or more into her tight ass.

Maybe it would be better worded if I changed that to: her virgin ass. A virgin ass that he had managed to feel and penetrate before me.

******* of course of what Bob had done, I made it a point to look down into her face, and my bride looked back at me, her eyes wide and in disbelief it looked like, that she had orgasmed so quickly, easily, and intensely.

'Fuck,' I thought. 'Being watched affected her this much?' And then I proudly laid more onto her, for a minute, to relax and kiss my bride. I could feel her nipples pressing into my chest. I was in no hurry to cum just yet.

'See that Bob,' I was thinking, 'how good I can fuck my wife and how easily I can make her cum? How you must wish you could have been involved, maybe even be the one doing the fucking.'

Now he needed to remove that finger and not have her making any sounds. Jill told me that he waited until I kissed her, and when as I began to pump again she moaned slightly and tightened her arms around me, he was able to slowly withdraw his finger.

A little bit, then a bit more as he exited and saw her anus clamp shut. Then, acting innocent as all get out in front of me, Bob rose from the bed and came around and up to our heads.

I guess he sensed that I had decided not to let it go, but was waiting for whatever else might come up.

“Oh man! I saw your wife cumming all around your cock and now I want to cum so bad. Do you mind if I cum while Jill strokes my cock?”

I grinned at his bravado. “That was my plan Bob, if Jill will go along."

I looked into her face and my wife gave me this cutest of all smiles. I knew that meant 'yes.'

"I didn't intend to leave you hanging Bob. Wait while I slide Jill over a little closer to the edge...”

I kept my cock in her while walking sideways on my knees and moving my body to the right while Jill slid herself to the left under me. After several seconds we managed to slide over to where we were on the edge.

Without losing that cock into cunt contact.

Now Bob's cock was able to almost be over her chest. Not very far over, just maybe three of those almost five inches since Jill was not completely to the edge, but as he pushed forward with his lower half, he was close enough to cum on her body if we allowed it.

Of course how much of her he might manage to reach with his juice would depend on how far he shoots.

His hard cock was also just inches from my mouth. No way.

There had been no discussion, but I think he knew right then that either I, or maybe my wife, was planning on letting him cum on her, otherwise, why did we scoot up so close? And since we maybe owned one set of sheets and had to go to a laundromat and insert quarters, we wanted to keep the sheets clean for as long as possible.

Plus of course, Bob had probably seen Jill wipe her slimy with his pre-fluid fingers onto my back.

All told, it would be easier and a lot more convenient to allow Bob to cum on my wife. Now that, allowing a man to be cumming on your newlywed wife, how dirty, how erotic, how forbidden perhaps might that be?

No way was she about to let him cum in her mouth, I don't think, and no way would I have allowed it. That was still in hers and mine future for ourselves to try. Something she really liked doing once she tried it I will mention here.

Sometime not too far in the future, still in Las Cruces and after we had purchased and moved into a 32X8 foot Liberty house trailer, Jill would fall asleep with my cock in her mouth. I had used it to make her cum and then not ejaculated myself. She was working now and needed her sleep.

After a while, my cock would build without me touching it, and as she gave me a gentle blowjob while sleeping, I would ejaculate in her mouth. In her sleep she would swallow. And in the morning she would sort of frown, look at me as she wriggled her tongue around in her mouth and say..."Did I...?" And I would nod yes and hold her.

Jill it looked like, was making it a point to visibly wrap her fingers around his hard shaft and just...feel it. Then, having done that for several seconds, she began moving her hand the best she could on his shorter than mine shaft with no foreskin.

I think she switched from trying her full palm to just using two fingers and a thumb. That way she wouldn't be running her mostly dry hand up and over his small head.

Jill was stroking him, and I believe she was actually planning on having Bob cum on her tits. If she did, it would be a first for her while a man is standing over her though I had came on her tits once after fucking her bareback and pulling out, and my cum had not only landed on her breasts but reached her chin.

I had missed her mouth by inches.

Then Bob made the request. “Can I feel her tits before I cum?”

Touch my wife's breasts? That went maybe a little further than I had planned. Of course, right then I did not know that Bob had been feeling and caressing my wife's ass, vaginal lips, and stuck a finger in her anus while feeling her orgasm. Not just feeling her orgasm, but probably causing it.

I looked at Jill. She again had that ornery anything goes look in her eyes. I think I might have sighed about then. “Sure, go ahead," I said, "but be gentle.”

Bob had himself some nice long feels of her fully B close to C cups, that even on her back were standing right up there. He fondled with both his hands, I pumped with my cock while straining to hold back, Jill stroked with her left two fingers and a thumb, and Bob began to build with his cock.

Jill was enjoying the feel of my stroking her with my hard cock of course, but she seemed to be giving much of her attention to the cock she was holding. "His cock is really hard honey, and it's dripping."

That was good that she was doing that. I didn't want Bob to go off feeling degraded.

"Yes, I can see that. Does feeling his cock and how hard it is turn you on?"

Giggle. "I guess. Of course I was already turned on, before."

She didn't comment on his size of course.

“Take your time Bob," I said. "Make it last. There's no hurry.”

"I am. No hurry for sure." Actually, Jill was the one I should have been telling to take her time, go slow, don't jack too hard, don't make him cum. Yet.

Then I remembered something, something I wanted to hear, and have her hear. "Bob, when you were watching Jill cumming around my cock, how did it look?"

His face grew bright and his eyes widened. "Oh fuck. I could see it all, how her pussy lips seemed to be tightening all around your cock, and I could see her anus, how it was twitching at the same time."

Jill and Bob exchanged a look, and I did not learn until later that he had not just been looking at, but also, feeling her orgasm around his finger.

"What else could you see, besides the twitching?" I didn't know if there was more to tell, but he surprised me.

"She turned from bright pink to almost red on her lips when she was cumming. I think it was a really good one the way it looked."

He looked at Jill, and she nodded, shyly it seemed.

"OK Bob, Now try to hold back for a bit while she jacks you and I fuck."

My recent bride lets a stranger cum on her tits.

But Bob had already gone pretty much beyond the holding back stage. After Jill had commented on his cock, it lasted only another couple of minutes. Then he sort of shoved his hips forward, placing his cock further over Jill's breasts as he pulled his hands off, and groaning, his cock began shooting across both her breasts and I will say, by luck or good aim, he managed to coat both nipples.

In order for his cum to have reached her right nipple, he had to shoot out about eight inches or more since his cock was to the left of her left tit. And the shots kept cumming, spurt spurt spurt, at least six big ones that reached across and coated her tits, mostly her left one near the end, and then some dribbles as Jill smilingly milked his penis when he had quit groaning.

Jill giggled and sounded surprised. “His cum felt really hot!”

I noticed now that, as Jill continued to hold his penis with two fingers and a thumb, that his cock was almost hidden within them. Fuck, completely soft he must have been a three incher at most, probably less.

Though I had already orgasmed on her stomach and tits previously the subject of hot jizz had not come up. I decided to explain it to her. “That’s because the surface of your skin is cooler than your core temperature, and since Bob’s cum shot out at his body temperature, it felt hot.”

“I see,” said Jill. “I guess then that if he had shot all that into me that it would not have felt hot.”

'Into her? Is she saying she wanted to have his cock inside her? I smiled. “Maybe not, but based on the size of his load and how much he throbbed, if he had been inside you, you would have been feeling it just the same.”

Then, wanting to add to the eroticism, I added, 'You might not have felt all his cum, but you probably would have felt his throbs."

"Yes," she answered with Bob hearing all of this, "I felt it some with my fingers and inside me I would have felt him cumming if he kept pumping slow like you usually do so I can feel it."

Now, since my bride seemed to be turned on to or by Bob to some degree, I wanted to see how far she might have been willing to go. I looked at her. “Are you thinking that we maybe wasted his load shooting it on your tits?”

I was implying that maybe Bob could have blasted his load into my wife's tight cunt, but of course with the threat of pregnancy that in reality was not possible. Me? Maybe live dangerously. Another man? No way. Of course we did have rubbers in a drawer.

She giggled, but I noticed that Jill exchanged a look with Bob. “His load wasn’t wasted. I really enjoyed seeing and feeling it land on my breasts.”

It was my turn and my wife’s talk was turning me on even further. He was getting hard again. I looked down at all his cum, all over her tits and of course there was no way I was about to lie on her. Also, I could smell his cum and I am sure she could too.

“O.K. Jill. Now hold onto his cock while I cum.”

She didn't protest. At this very early stage of our marriage I was about to dump my load into her unprotected pussy for the first time, and I guess she either wanted Bob to see it, or she wanted to feel it, or both..

Repeating readers. Though I had spent a fair amount of bareback time in her, this would be the first time I had put my hot load into her pussy, no rubber between.

I carefully laid some of my lower body weight onto my wife, stomach to stomach so I wouldn't get his cum on me and pumped for maybe twenty seconds while not kissing Jill so she could keep staring at Bob's cock, and surprisingly, Jill came with me! She was that close to a second orgasm and I had not detected it.

"Fuck baby. I didn't know you were ready, just then."

"I was. I was and still am very turned on." She was saying that while still holding Bob's cock!

Better and wetter.

In front of Bob I asked her. "Did you feel my cum?"

"Yes. Your throbbing I did. Better than usual." She sort of rolled her eyes. "And I feel so wet inside."

It probably had felt better and wetter since Jill had never before felt a cock pumping jizz directly into her bare cunt.

"You took a load from a naked dick. You're safe aren't you?"

"Yes, I think so." She didn't seem too sure just then.

Bob had cum a big one on her bod, and Jill and I almost simultaneously right after. Jill giggled. “Who gets to clean up the mess?”

Well, normally I suppose Bob should have done it, but Jill was still holding his cock, dwindling again, and I wanted to make this episode last a bit longer. Plus some of his cum was coating her fingers and would need to be wiped.

“I'll do it. Wait while I go get a cloth.” That meant that for a minute, they would be alone. I looked down at her: "Keep holding his cock so it doesn't drip on the sheets."

The thought of that, leaving my newlywed wife alone with another man's cock in her hand, was extremely exciting, and despite my just having cum, arousing.

I climbed off of Jill and as my cock dripped onto the linoleum floor I scurried into the bathroom with the light still burning, ran the water in the faucet until it got hot, about 30 seconds it took, then soaked a wash rag, squeezed some of the water out and headed back to the bed.

It was during that long minute or so, Jill told me later, that Bob moved his lips to hers and they swapped tongue for a few seconds. When I came back into the bedroom, all I saw was that Bob was still feeling Jill's breasts, her now slippery breasts, and she was still holding onto his cock, which had now withered to maybe three inches again, three wet inches between her fingers.

Bob and my wife had exchanged a kiss while she was holding his cock. Did that make me into a cuckold? Probably not since I did not see it. Or maybe it did?

I was nice about it, all the mess Bob had made as I was cleaning up her breasts first so she could keep holding his cock. Then I went back into the bathroom and ran the water under the faucet again, washing the cum out and getting it ready for round two. I took my time this time.

I did that deliberately readers. Left them alone on purpose. I did not know of course what all he had done, what she had allowed him to do, but leaving them alone seemed daring, and exciting to me. I imagined her having his cock in her mouth, cleaning him, and half expected to see that when I returned to the bed.

Fuck yeah she told me later, no cock in mouth, but they kissed again.

“Now me!” Jill yelled out while holding her slimy fingers up for me to see. She had released his tiny cock now. I gave Jill the wash rag, she used it to clean her fingers, and then, having an exciting thought, I made the suggestion. “Why don't you take Bob into the bathroom and wash his cock for him? Besides," I added while looking at his shiny wet fingers, "he needs to wash his hand."

I did that for two reasons. One, to give Bob and Jill more time to enjoy this, and also to allow Bob to see Jill standing up naked while he is beside her. She is a fox in bed, and maybe even more sensational while standing up.

He was about to receive a real treat, seeing her standing and naked.

Jill slowly climbed out of bed and providing Bob with a nice flash of opened snatch in the process. Together and holding hands, yes, holding hands!, they walked naked into the bathroom and as Bob stood with his three-inch cock over the edge of the sink, Jill used just her hand and warm soapy water to wash his cock.

She was using bare skin on him and not a washrag. Then she carefully towel dried his shriveled cock and allowed it to drop down. I was amazed that his cock had not risen again with all the attention my wife was devoting to it. I guess she had really drained him with her hand.

I almost asked her if she wanted to 'taste' his cock since it is now clean, but didn't, and I don't know why, but I thought of it.

I noticed now that Jill was holding one hand under her pussy to prevent my cum from dripping onto the linoleum. I was feeling really ornery now. “OK Bob. Now you can use a warm cloth to wash her pussy.”

I could have told her to sit on the pot, but this was a hotter way to go.

Jill frowned. “But he didn't make the mess, you did.” She, I am sure, also preferred not to use the toilet. Not this time.

I smiled. “I know, but this whole mess is his fault. He caused it.” Jill laughed, and Bob, seeing all was cool, joined in.

As she rinsed her fingers under the running warm water in the sink, Bob got to wash my wife's pussy, running the warmed wash cloth up between her inner labia as Jill stood with her feet wide apart. While doing it, he never actually got to touch her bare skin to bare skin, but the sensation of feeling her pussy was strong, I think, even with a wet cloth between.

Jill I think was enjoying this and maybe wanted to keep it going. “I can feel some more coming out.”

I jumped right in. “She needs another go around Bob.”

Then I noticed, as Bob rinsed the cloth under the warm faucet and returned to washing her a second time, that this time he was using the side of his hand, a couple of fingers to go up and into her inner lips as he ran the cloth back and forth. He didn't know that I could see, but I could as I watched Jill's face.

I am pretty sure that Jill knew what he was doing. She must have been able to tell the difference between a cloth touching her skin, and the skin on his fingers. Then I heard her let out a little gasp. Bob had run a finger a little ways up and into her.

For a second time, though I was not to find out about the first time till later, Bob had managed to penetrate my bride with maybe a full finger of length.

Her anus, and then her pussy. What a guy!

I think he still had his finger inserted as I pretended not to have noticed as I walked away several feet from the sink and grabbed two pillows on the bed and re-arranged them and straightened the bottom sheet. My back was to them for several long seconds and I don't know what all they were doing at that time.

So that was it, Bob returned to his bed, but satisfied, at least cock wise. Mentally, he probably wanted more.

Bob had seen my wife naked. Over me and mounted. On her back. Standing up and available to his touch. He had seen and felt her pussy while it was being stretched by my cock. He had fingered her anus, deeply, and caused her to orgasm quickly and intensely.

He had felt her breasts and had his cock played with until it shot a huge load across her breasts, and then had seen and felt his cock being washed. And then to top it all off Bob had managed to sneak in a feel of Jill's lovely snatch.

Maybe more than just a 'feel, as I had given Bob time to really do some fingering of her pussy, had she permitted it. If he did, she never told me. It probably happened, his fingering her deeply while their lips came together in a passionate kiss. I like to hope that happened now, but back then, probably not.

And of course, besides inserting his finger into her two orifices, Bob had managed to sneak in a couple of kisses and had them returned. Of course I didn't learn of those acts until a day or two later, and guess when she told me. Yes, while we were fucking, or rather, making love.

Bob got all that and he had a place to sleep, a free supper that night and breakfast the next day, and a ride to the bus terminal. No Jill did not kiss him goodbye. Remember, officially they had never actually been involved with one another. Yeah, right. I never saw Bob again.

A lot more was to happen with Jill and me over the years as I went into the nude photography field, but that was the beginning. For a long while, Jill was to believe that my cock was one of the big ones. That lasted until after I had finished my term, got out of the Army and later became a nudist photographer. It was nice while it lasted.