A Wife Like She
Sally's Quandary
Sex can be kind of frustrating for a girl like me. Now, don't get me wrong, I love sex. It's just that I have this little problem--my holes get jealous. What one has, the others want.
I mean, I really love to suck on a fat cock, but no sooner do I get my lips wrapped around it and start to get it down my throat, than I want to feel it in my pussy. And I love the feel of a big dick sliding into my cunt—do I ever!—but after only a few strokes, I get this yearning to feel it in my ass. And yes, I do get off on taking it up the ass, with the right lubricant, but after the delicious agony of feeling a swollen cockhead pumping in and out of my anal sphincter a few times, I want it back in my mouth.
You see the problem.
In spite of this, I haven't lacked for sexual partners since I was 15. I'm a good-looking blonde with generous breasts, an ass that makes a sweet cushion, and broad, swaying hips. I'm not fat, but I'm not skinny either. My skin is silky soft, and I love the taste of warm cum. That last feature alone would ensure me a line of begging guys.
But I'd never had sex with more than one guy at a time, and one man means one cock, filling one hole.
My husband Joseph is very understanding about my little problem, and he does his best—which is very good. He fucks me in all three holes, and he's given them pet names. My"Pleasure Hole" is for slow, sensuous lovemaking, my"Fuck Hole" is for down-and-dirty hard core fucking, and my"Cum Hole" is where he shoots his load.
It gets him hot to call my holes by their pet names, and I like it when he gets hot. On any given night, my mouth, pussy, or asshole can be the Pleasure Hole, the Fuck Hole, or the Cum Hole. Joseph knows I love surprises.
On a typical night our sex starts with an erotic embrace and long, deep kisses, our tongues exploring each other's mouths. His big hands roam over my body, stroking my face and breasts. Then he reaches around me to squeeze my ass, pulling me close, kneading my ass cheeks and making my pussy tingle. I start getting wet and pinch his nipples through his shirt, rubbing the bulging shape of his stiffening penis and reaching into his pants to give it a squeeze. The feel of his swollen prick always surprises me; the skin is so soft and sensitive, but his cock is so hot and hard.
The feeling when my fingers wrap around his cock is electric. Suddenly our desire is urgent. We frantically pull off each other's clothes, getting hotter every moment, until we're almost completely naked. Sometimes I'm wearing high heels or the black velvet choker Joseph gave me (which I love). If I'm wearing them, I leave them on.
I turn away and walk toward the bed, hips swaying, my body naked except for maybe high heels and that little black choker.
The sight of my retreating ass swaying from side to side is too much for him, and he grabs me fro
