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The explanation, of course, was that Mario was always using a condom while fucking Ginger. In fact (he had told us), in a decade or so of being involved in mfm threesomes, he had never barebacked. The reason had to do with protecting his own domestic situation, a stable, loving, but sadly sexless relationship. Ginger seemed to have no problem with the condom use, but, of course, being the creampie lover that I am, I missed the aspect of direct injections of his loads into my wife’s tasty pussy, and the subsequent sweet treats of their combined juices for me.

In writing and posting of our meetings with Mario I always left out mentioning the condom use, as I feel that allusions to them distract and detract from the heat of erotic tales - at least they do for me.

However, a few weeks ago Ginger and Mario started to come around to my way of thinking, both of them actively day-dreaming about how much more spontaneous the sex could be, and how much more satisfying (particularly for me - the creampie fan - and therefore for them, because we all want everyone else’s pleasure to equal ours), if his cock could slip into her whenever the moment was right, rather than stopping to roll on a love glove. They both particularly liked this thought of mine - actually one of my blue-ribbon fantasies: while we’re all sleeping together in our king-size bed, when he finds himself awake with an erection (not an unusual occurrence) he would be able just to slip it into Ginger spoon-fashion without having to reach over to the nightstand for a condom, and start fucking her before I wake up.

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To our great surprise and pleasure, one day Mario let us know he’d gone into a walk-in clinic and been blood-tested for all STD’s. We had already made doctor’s appointments for our regular checkup and blood tests, and when the results from those were known - just before last (Masters Tunamint) weekend - we were primed and ready to go…condom free. Yippeeeee! Free at last!

I’ll skip over housekeeping details of setting up the weekend…suffice to say it was at our house, and the teenager was gone for the duration. The big moment arrived in our bedroom: all of us naked, Ginger on her back, Mario poised in a squat with his bare, rock-hard cock champing at the entrance to her humid pink pussy like a thoroughbred at the starting gate, and I at the side with the digital camera in hand, ready to record the magic.

After some teasing, he finally slid it home: I’ll swear I felt it as much as they did. He spent a lot of time enjoying the novelty of the feeling, letting us know that was the first time in several decades he’d felt the walls of a pussy (other than that of his wife, who’d pretty well lost all interest in sex many years ago) against the skin of his cock. Eventually he got into shorter strokes as I switched to movie mode, and finally blasted a load (saved for the best part of a week) deep against my wanton wife’s willing womb.

As I photographed the drippings coating the hairy fringes of Ginger’s gooey gash, and Mario collapsed to his left side in exhausted ecstasy, she moved to suck the seed still stuck to his satiated staff, appreciating how its taste combined with her juices so much better than with latex. But I quickly laid down the camera and applied my mouth to those drippings I had photographed, syphoning them off the sticky strands of my wife’s pubic hair and the slick lips of her love canal.

Ordinarily, that would be the utmost of my pleasure. Today, however, was to be different - even better. I pulled back from my cleanup to look for…yes, you know it: THE CREAMPIE!

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We three seem to sleep well together in a king size bed, whether at our home or a hotel, and in the morning always wake up horny and wanting to play. The morning after St. Patrick’s Day - Friday morning - was no exception, and after some preliminaries Ginger climbed on top of Mario and started queening him…they were in no rush as she controlled the thrusting, both of them enjoying the grinding and body contact. However, this was having an effect on me - I was hard again, and my dick was looking for a dark and hot place to hide. After kissing and sucking on her rosy starfish I reached for the lube, squeezed some on my hands, heated it by rubbing them together, then applied some to my erection and her inviting ass hole. I climbed up behind my wife, spread her feet further apart, then set my knees down between his legs and her feet, and introduced my cock to her higher opening. Being so welcomed and well lubricated, my cock had no difficulty sinking gently to the depths of her bowels. Once in, I leaned over Ginger’s back and hugged her, prompting her to turn her head to me for a kiss. When I straightened up and grabbed her ass in both hands, she leaned forward into a kiss with Mario, who was enthusiastically participating in this double penetration. I’m never in a hurry to finish in Ginger’s ass, and especially so when her pussy is being filled and fucked so well by another man’s hard cock, and this was no exception…I took my time, enjoying slow in-and-out explorations of her tight back passage, feeling his cock bumping mine as we both took our fill of her body and soul. When eventually my stroke cadence increased and I started a gallop toward the finish line, they both gave me their encouragement to spill my seed in my wife’s bottom, and I spent my early morning energy emptying my balls into the far reaches of her intestines in a crashing orgasm that found me plastered against her back and gasping for air while they complimented me on my style and passion.

The moment seemed right for my morning shower, so I refreshed myself in the bathroom then returned to the bedroom to find the orange juice broken out, the coffee on, and Mario dealing, as he had warned us the evening before he would probably have to, with a business emergency over his cell phone. After several refreshing glasses of juice and restorative cups of coffee (theirs fortified liberally with Bailey’s), Ginger’s pussy made a polite but firm request for special treatment, so I pushed her onto her back in the bed and returned to that spacey other-and-better-world that I enter [returning to the womb?] when my face is between her legs.

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Her pussy was even juicier than normal, and her reactions more acute than usual…both of these being sure signs of her super arousal. Fluids poured out of her, and that drove me wild. I pushed the flat of my tongue hard against her pubic bone - an action that normally gets just a warm reaction - and found her driving it back demandingly at my tongue, which would respond again by pushing back, until the flood gushing over it would prompt my tongue to delve lower and deeper into the syrupy depths of the fleshy flower that somehow revealed its secret as the source of the flow. Because of her extreme state of horniness, every brush of my tongue across her engorged clitoris would result in a pelvic clamping that would transform back into a push as I moved off her clit and onto her pubic bone. As this buildup was accelerating I heard Mario conclude his phone call, and felt the bed roll as he slid onto it and engaged her in a deep kiss. She was on a one-way trip to a big orgasm until we heard his phone ring again and he got off the bed to deal once more with his business emergency. Unwilling to let Ginger cum without Mario’s participation, I spread her legs without lessening my lingual ravishing of her private parts, leaving her just on the brink of a huge release and moaning in frustration. This time he had to make several calls, and I kept her in that state of suspended orgasm by keeping her legs apart while aggressively eating her twitching twat until he concluded his business and again returned to his place at her head. Without raising my own head I could tell she had clamped her mouth onto his hot and hard boner, so I let her legs come together and resumed my frantic snatch lashing, concentrating now on the white-hard and prominent pearl that was her clit.

However, this scene didn’t quite play out the way Ginger and I thought it would; during her one-way drive to orgasmic fulfilment Mario’s screams indicated he was filling her mouth with his seed. That was way too much for her overheated libido…as she held his scalding sexual essence in her mouth she went over the top herself, and with a muffled scream of her own she convulsed against my tongue into a soul-searing orgasm that threatened to break my jaw and snap every tendon in her body. I hung on, my tongue pushing in my own horny desperation against her pelvic pressure as I dug my feet into the mattress, and I rode the storm until it passed.

When I got to my knees to complete this session by kissing my wife I realized that she had somehow had the presence of mind to retain his load in her mouth, and she broke into a gorgeous open-mouthed smile divided by a naughty tongue that had turned snow white. In awe, I picked up the camera and framed a heart-breakingly beautiful portrait of her cradling Mario’s DNA in her sweet mouth, then handed the camera to him and took her in my arms. As he captured the moment on the camera’s movie mode, our mouths came together in a Hollywood kiss, then separated enough to let our tongues play outside our mouths, Mario’s slimy seed slipping and sliding between them in a confirmation of the extent of our enduring love that Mario, by his participation, had only strengthened.

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Soon my own cock regained its strength and rigidity, and when Mario decided, though without losing his place under Ginger, to take a short rest, I put my cock where my fingers had been, and took a heavenly hike on the Hershey Highway.

I returned from washing up in the bathroom to find Mario fucking Ginger dog style, so I moved into position against the headboard to let Ginger suck on my cock as she was getting rammed by Mario. This time he was not to be denied, and as his orgasm rose in him he blasted a large load over her gorgeous ass, then moved to the headboard where he stood straddling me and fed his creamy dick to my wife so she could lick off the remains of his man-juice above my head. After a few moments of observing this tender treatment, I slid out of my place between them. As I bent to slurp up the creamball frosting her buttocks and asscrack, I noticed them sharing a goopy kiss, but soon I got lost in the enjoyment of my own treasure hunt, finding, savouring and devouring the pearls of creampie that lay across her ass and its rosy star and dripped off the quivering folds of her steamy pudenda.

As we rested from this satisfying endeavour, Ginger played with Mario’s cock, and even though it had blown its load twice already this evening it soon rose to the fine feelings of my wife’s first-class fellatio. I asked Ginger if she would humour me by looking Mario in the eyes as she blew him, and since she loves to do this she immediately complied, turning onto her back as he got to his knees, his dick never leaving her mouth. I suggested we get a picture, so I got the camera and snapped a few photos. My own eyes got large when, hearing him build up to and explode into another orgasm, I watched white jets of his seed spurt into her beautiful wide-open mouth and spread all over her tongue. How could he have that much left in his balls, I wondered, as I saw her mouth positively filled with cream while her eyes alternated between his and my own. It’s difficult to convey the feelings of love, lust, naughtiness and amazement that we shared as she gazed at me with sparkling eyes and an open mouthful of another man’s cum. After those feelings sank in we sealed it with a kiss, swishing our tongues around each other’s mouth, united in a passion that will surely last as long as our lives.

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But Ginger and I weren’t finished, although Mario was temporarily depleted. Without speaking we both knew that the perfect cap to this scene was for her to draw a load from my husbandly balls through my marital member into her mouth, thence for it to slide down to her stomach to mingle with the freshly arrived semen of our friend Mario…and my cock was in a mood to cooperate with this need. Soon after she applied her oral talents to my ossified tool, I gave up the contents of my testicles to her quest to join our offerings together deep inside her, and once again satisfaction reigned supreme in our love nest away from home.

Feeling, for some odd reason, a little drowsy at this point, I excused myself to roll over and catch a short nap. When I awoke not much later, I rolled back to see what I might find happening, and wasn’t dissapointed to find Ginger and Mario enjoying some gentle but intense missionary style quality time. When Ginger became aware that I had awakened, she held my hand as I lay beside them caressing her and sharing the intimacy. I moved my hand to her ass and squeezed it around his cock, causing him to groan in added pleasure. A suggestion was made for a change in position, and I soon found myself underneath my wife in a 69 watching his stalwart staff pounding Ginger’s juicy pussy…so juicy, in fact, that every time Marios’ stomach smacked her ass I got splashed! I’ve been in that position many times (though never often enough), but that was the first time I’d been subjected to such a hosing. Unfortunately, probably due to the earlier strenuous activities having sapped my strength, I had difficulty breathing when Mario’s thighs would close around my face on an instroke, and I had to move away to gasp some air. On this note the three of us collapsed into a well deserved sleep.

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It was St. Patrick’s Day, and Ginger and I arrived at the hotel (the very same one in which we had enjoyed the mysterious missing man-juice and the surprise spontaneous snowball two months earlier) just moments after Mario had pulled in- around 6:30 in the afternoon. He bore a single red rose (which thoughtful act qualified him as a “boyfriend” in Ginger’s teenage daughter’s eyes), several bags of food and drink for our nourishment throughout the night, and his own digital camera to take up the slack for our broken and as yet unrepaired or unreplaced one.

Our room was even nicer than the one we’d had before, but who noticed? Mario had known by email that Ginger was wearing her dark green business suit that was highlighted by a short miniskirt, under which were only her luscious pussy and ass, framed by a glorious patch of strawberry blonde pubic hair and a pair of thigh-highs, and after I pushed her gently back on the kingsize bed and showed him what he’d been dreaming of all day he lost no time in dropping to his knees and admiring the view. Soon, looking was not enough; he had to smell and taste her, and starting with a nose rub through her bush he did just that. I smiled, watching his senses become reacquainted with her pussy, and started removing my clothes. Somehow theirs melted off as well, and we were once again off on another trip to threesome heaven.

Within minutes I found myself on my back on the bed, with Ginger impaled on my pulsating popsicle. Mario approached us from behind Ginger, and after feeling some fumbling at the point of our conjuncture, I watched my wife’s eyes open wider as her pussy became more than a little crowded.

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“He’s in my pussy!” she cooed, as Mario groaned his appreciation. That information made me even hotter, and I pushed up against his bone to bury myself as deep as possible inside my wife’s stretched snatch. Double vaginal penetrations can be awkward, but this one was as smooth as silk (perhaps partly because he and I were so hard), and it was a breeze for him and me to stroke together or alternating.

“Gawd, we’re all totally joined together…I love this!” Mario proclaimed, and Ginger and I groaned our total agreement with his sentiments. It was one of those moments you’d want never to end, so there were lots of cooling-off pull-outs by both cocks, each followed by more intense double-fucking. At times my mouth was glued to Ginger’s, at others she was panting in pleasure, but we were all aware of how special this tripling was. It became even more special when, unable to hold off any more, I started into the short strokes of an orgasm, and heard at the same time the roar of Mario commencing his own. Unbelievably, my orgasm had triggered his, and the two of us were cuming simultaneously in my accommodating wife’s sweet pussy. The realization struck us all as if we’d just been notified of a lottery win…this had never happened before!

After a rest and some food, that amazing happening was followed by Mario’s finally getting some quality time munching on Ginger’s pussy. Knowing that Ginger was needing a release as much as he needed to taste her, Mario dug in for the long haul, and I gave her my dick to suck on to help her achieve her objective. Eventually she went off like a rocket, but he wouldn’t let go, and surprisingly she went off for a second orgasm. This was another amazing event, as Mario had just become the only man besides myself to give Ginger a double cum.

Mario was still super hard, of course, so Ginger rolled him over, sat herself down on his erection and started riding him. They enjoyed themselves tremendously as she controlled the pace of their fucking, gazing at each other with smiles that left no doubt about the pleasure each was taking. I played with Ginger’s ass, worming my fingers inside her fundament as she continued to fuck him.

to be continued…

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We met him with his wife at a nudist camp seven years ago and became friends, never behaving inappropriately at the camp; however, he and I chatted in the pool and he expressed sexual interest in my wife. She had DD breasts at the time, but had them reduced to C due to medical problems. He was fascinated by them because they were so out of proportion to her body.

My wife and I had them over one night a few months later for pizza and beer. As we relaxed, the four of us disrobed and sat around the living room nude. We played moderately loud music, and he sat on a kitchen chair in the middle of the living room and my wife did a dirty dance for him. He achieved an erection but did not attempt to do anything but enjoy the visual show and what touching she allowed.

After the dance, he and his wife fucked on one couch and my wife and I fucked on the other couch. Both of us came in our wives and eventually called it a night. They slept on the couch and my wife and I went to bed.

The remainder of the story is what my wife revealed to me five years after the event. My response when she told me was a raging hard-on which resulted in us fucking like rabbits.

About 3AM she had to go to the bathroom and he apparently did, too. We have a spare bedroom with a bed in it and apparently he was sporting an enormous erection. My wife was fascinated by his penis since it is shaped differently than mine. They used the facilities and then went into the bedroom to keep quiet while they chatted. She simply laid on the bed and he went down on her for about two minutes. Keep in mind that she had not showered since having sex with me.

He did not permit her to give head, instead he held her legs open, exposing hairy pussy. She was so excited that she was leaking personal lubricant out of her vagina, and he was able to directly place his penis inside my wife’s pussy — without a condom, driving it as deep as it could penetrate.

(I’m getting a major hardon writing this!)

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She said that he lasted about two minutes, shooting his entire load inside her vagina.

They were so quiet that neither his wife nor myself awakened. Given how loud she is when she has an orgasm, this is remarkable.

In the morning, my wife appeared different, rather a guilty look, but I did not make the connection. She and I had sex later in the morning and she felt used, but originally thought that it was because she had sex with me before bed, not that she had had sex a couple hours previously with our friend.

Two weeks later he returned by himself and they fucked again, but this time I got to watch, play with her simultaneously, and video tape the event.

He and my wife still bareback fuck, though he is married to someone else now. He was last here Feb 26, 2005.

This is one of those wonderful stories that remain fondly in my memory. I am thankful for my wife for sharing the truth of the event; she enjoys sex and has not been entirely faithful, but it is who she is and our relationship is very, very good, despite the extracurricular activity.

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I was hesitant to eat my creampie from her when she is raggin’. After all, remember, I’m the one who likes when her pits are hairy and sweaty and stinky, and I like to lick her ass when she has been out working in the yard and is all sweaty and stinky, and I love to kiss and sniff and rub her feet when she first gets home from work and I can slip her shoe off and her feet are sweaty and stinky…. so why would I, of all people, be hesitant to eat her bloody creampie?

Well, that changed last night! Granted, the flow yesterday was very light. Mrs. Fran wasn’t all that enthused when I told her what I wanted to do. She had never been a big fan of my going down when she is “on”, but has acquiesced a few times in her hornier moments. But last night it was an experiment. I wanted to mount her and hump her hard and fast, fill her with my sperm, then slide down and lick her clean. We put a fresh towel under her so as not to get any blood on the sheets, if there happened to be any in the effluent that oozed out of her, and she let me go at it. This wasn’t making love… this was an exploration of both our limits. I purposely didn’t do much foreplay on her in hopes that she would not cum while I was in her, and she didn’t. But she did work up a nice need to, so when I finally grunted and held myself deep inside her she was ready.

I lay on top of her for a moment, gasping for breath. Then she said “Ok, my turn. Go make me cum.” I knew what she meant. I raised my hips and let my cock slip from her. As I did I looked down and noticed there was a hint of red in the slime clinging to it. I wiped it on the towel, then started to slide down.

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When my head was between her legs I was met with the most incredible scent… much stronger than her usual scent. There was some goo clinging to the hair lining her lips, and it tinged slightly red. I leaned in and licked tentatively… hmmm, pretty much the same taste as when I cum in her and she’s not “on”… I moved in for more.

Soon my tongue was plowing up and down her slit, tasting, savoring the flavor of my juice and her juices. Yes, it was a bit different… stronger. But very, very nice. Mrs. Fran had a nice, strong orgasm, pulling my head tight against her, rubbing her sloppy pussy on my face, oblivious of her “uncleanness”. When she finally pushed my head away I went to the bathroom to wash my face… there was on obvious difference this time. I turned and looked at her and asked “So, what do you think?” She just smiled and said “that looks nasty”. I asked “do we get to do it again?” She laughed and said “not tonight.” I said “how about next month, earlier in the cycle?” Again she laughed and said “we’ll see.” I turned to wash my face and heard her say “yes”.

So, another new experience, another successful experiment. I feel a healthy dose of strawberry creampie coming my way!!! Thank you, guys! Without your encouragement I might never have tried that!

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