The Foreskin Game

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    Envious: Another Hot Wife Tale
    by J. Boswell

    I married Jane when we were both still in college, a
    little over ten years ago. They have been a great ten
    years. I just had my 32nd birthday, and Jane's is in a
    couple of months.

    Jane still looks fantastic. We walk or cycle almost
    everyday, and she teaches an aerobic class at the
    community center. He body is firmer and tighter, now,
    than it was when I met her. She is 5'6", weighs about
    110-115, and measures in at an eye-catching 36-24-35.
    She has deep green eyes, a great complexion, and bright
    blonde hair cut in a short, stylish bob. So, when I
    tell you that just looking at her still makes my heart
    go pitter-patter, you know why.

    I've been monogamous since the day I met Jane, and
    I'm sure she has been the same. She wasn't a virgin
    when we met. In fact, I started dating Jane after she
    broke up a very long-term relationship with one of my
    Frat brothers. I know they had been making love for
    years, and, sometimes, even today, while daydreaming,
    the vision of Jane and her ex-boyfriend doing some of
    the things we have done together has aroused me.
    Maybe it was so easy for me to picture them together,
    because I knew both of them.

    Anyway, here we are. A successful young couple. We
    both work for the same very large Corporation, and we
    survived the `80's fairly well. And now, we are
    enjoying the benefits, in our new house with a 3-car
    garage, a yard full of trees, and a hot tub on the deck
    outside our bedroom.

    Several weeks ago, I received word that Mike, a mutual
    co-worker and old friend was returning to headquarters
    for training. Mike is a great guy, and we were close
    before he was transferred to Seattle about a year ago.
    We had been on the company softball team together and
    had been drinking buddies, and Jane and I had even
    double-dated with him a time or two. So, when I heard
    he was coming back to town for a few days, I checked
    with Jane, and then called him, insisting he stay with
    us rather than in a hotel. He agreed, immediately.

    I picked Mike up at the airport at 3:00pm on Friday
    afternoon, and we had a nice conversation as I drove
    back to the house and he informed me he had just gotten
    engaged to a woman out West.

    When Mike opened the door to our house, thirty-some
    people yelled "SURPRISE!" Jane and I had decided to
    throw him a little "Welcome Back" party, so he could
    see his old friends, again. It was a great party.

    After good music, good food, good conversation, and
    good booze, people started leaving around midnight.
    By twelve-thirty, everybody had left and Mike offered
    to help Jane and I clean up.

    Jane said, "This can wait. I'd rather take a quick

    I agreed.

    Mike said that that sounded good, but he'd have to
    borrow one of my swimsuits, as he hadn't brought any
    along with him.

    Much to my surprise, Jane blurted out, "You don't have
    to worry about a suit, Mike. Jim and I don't bother
    much with them, anymore."

    I was surprised because, although Jane and I really
    didn't bother with suits, it was only when we were
    alone. I couldn't tell if she was a little buzzed, or
    a little excited, or both. But I knew I was both!

    The three of us quickly stripped on the back patio deck.
    It was obvious in the bright moonlight that Jane was
    more than buzzed. Her nipples were hard and erect and
    her skin had that taut, expectant look it gets before we
    make love. She was also breathing through her mouth
    and her eyes were glued on Mike.

    And looking at Mike, myself, I could now see why he
    had been such a stud around the office before he was
    transferred. Besides his rugged good looks and great
    personality, he had a rather large cock and set of balls
    hanging between his legs.

    I noticed he was also watching Jane, very closely.

    We all ran up the steps to the bedroom-level of the deck
    and splashed into the tub. The water was perfect, and
    the night air made it very relaxing. After a while, I
    offered to make us all a nightcap, and ran in the house
    to get the fixings. When I returned, Jane and Mike were
    out of the pool and lying on chaise lounges. Neither
    one of them had made any effort to cover anything up, so
    I didn't either.

    We sipped our drinks and quietly talked about old times
    and who-was-where-doing-what in the company. Mike
    was on the chaise between us and I couldn't help but
    notice all the attention Jane was giving his crotch. I
    took a good look, myself.

    Mike's cock was large-no two ways about that. It was
    long, maybe seven inches or so, but it was also thick,
    looking almost as thick around as my wrist. And it was
    still soft! I had been in enough locker rooms to know
    that Mike was one of a very few men like that. Now,
    looking closer, I noticed that he was also uncircumcised
    and he had a lot of obvious foreskin.

    When we finally got around to the office gossip and
    who-was-fucking-whom, we all perked up. Jane said
    she now understood why there was so much crying and
    gnashing of teeth by the office beauties when Mike was
    transferred across the country. She went on to say that
    not only was he a sweetie, he had the most impressive
    prick she had ever seen in her life. Then, Jane asked
    Mike to forgive her for staring, but she had never seen
    an uncircumcised cock before.

    Being only human, as Mike listened to Jane's compli-
    ments, his impressive seven inches was slowly twitching
    itself into a firmer, and even more impressive, nine

    Jane suddenly turned to me, "I just want to touch it!"

    I could tell from her expression and breathless tone,
    she was asking me for permission.

    I shrugged and nodded. What was I going to say?

    Jane turned to Mike, "May I?"

    Mike looked at me and I nodded again. He turned back
    to Jane, "Sure, Jane, if you want to."

    Jane got up off her chaise and walked to Mike's, "Oh, I
    want to."

    My wife sat next to Mike on his chaise and just stared
    at his cock. It was still twitching, growing firmer and
    longer as we watched.

    Jane slowly reached forward. There was a small
    tremble in her hand. Slowly, she reached out and
    touched Mike's cock, wrapping her hand around it. Her
    fingers didn't even come close to making it all the way

    None of us said a word. Both of us men were intently
    watching my wife's hand as it slowly pulled back Mike's
    foreskin off the head of his cock, and then let go, so
    the skin slid back to cover the head, again. Over and
    over, Jane slid her hand up and down Mike's shaft.
    Jane's other hand made its way down to his balls, where
    she cupped and lifted them, as if weighing them.

    I didn't have a ruler, but my guess was that Mike was
    now a hard ten inches of cock. I couldn't even guess
    its girth.

    All this time, Jane was slowly lowering her head, inch
    by inch, until she was only inches away from Mike's
    erection. I was watching his cock as intently as my
    wife. Mike's foreskin was so thick and long, that even
    when his cock was erect (as it was now!), it was still
    long enough to entirely cover his head. So both Jane
    and I watched as a drop of pre-cum oozed out of the tip;
    and as Jane let the skin go, we watched the skin cover
    the head, pushing the drop up, until it rested on top,
    like a shiny diamond on a ring.

    To my utter surprise, Jane flicked her tongue out to
    lick the fluid away. Mike and I both moaned.

    Now, Jane continued her hand rhythm, up and down, but
    she left her tongue on the head of Mike's cock, so that
    when his foreskin returned to cover the head, it also
    covered the tip of Jane's tongue. This only happened a
    few times before Mike very obviously began to cum.

    Jane moved her mouth onto Mike's cock, and began
    swallowing his cum. A little of his cum leaked out the
    side of her mouth, but she quickly caught it with her
    finger, pushing it back in. (Jane later told me that
    Mike's cum was more than she thought any man could
    shoot at one time and that he must have been saving it

    Jane's eyes looked glazed-over when she smiled up at
    Mike. I knew I needed a release for my raging, almost-
    painful, hard-on and suggested we move into the
    bedroom. Mike and I escorted Jane to our king-sized
    bed and she looked up at both of us. She looked

    Mike laid beside my wife on one side and I took the
    other. We began to explore her extraordinary body with
    our hands and fingers and tongues. Mike sucked a
    breast into his mouth and I licked Jane's clit. He soon
    moved down to her pussy and I kissed her mouth and
    filled my hand with her tit.

    I couldn't wait any longer. I moved Mike out of the
    way and slid my erect cock into my wife, to the hilt.
    I had never felt her cunt so wet and hot as it was at
    that moment. She reached one hand between us and made
    a ring around my cock with her finger and thumb. Then
    I felt her other hand on the cheek of my ass, her
    fingers seeking, and finding my anus.

    Knowing my climax would be almost immediate, she grin-
    ned up at me and asked, "Did you enjoy seeing another
    man's cock and cum fill my mouth to overflowing?"

    That was it! I rammed into her as hard as I could and
    let go with a massive orgasm.

    I had barely finished cumming when I felt Jane's hands
    moving my shoulders away from her. She wanted me
    off her. She was looking at Mike and they were now
    ready for each other. I slipped out of Jane and rolled
    over on the bed, watching Mike position himself
    between my wife's wide-spread legs. His erection was

    Her eyes were filled with lust as she grabbed Mike's
    hips and said, "What are you waiting for? Fuck me!
    I want to feel that monster-cock in me, right now!"

    Mike maintained control. "Let's take this slow, Jane.
    I don't want to hurt you.

    As his cock-head touched her cuntlips, Jane moaned

    I couldn't believe it! I was in the same bed, watching
    another man getting ready to fuck my wife!

    Mike began to push slowly with his hips. Jane's pussy
    began to stretch itself around its unnatural girth.
    Slowly, slowly, Mike maintained the pressure, slowly
    but surely burying his cock deeper and deeper into my
    wife's cunt.

    "You're so tight, Jane. Tell me if I hurt you."

    Jane couldn't talk, she just shook her head.

    Finally, Mike touched bottom. He held himself
    completely still. My wife had taken it all.

    Jane was obviously savoring the feeling. She wrapped
    her arms around Mike's neck and said, "Oh, Mike, I've
    never felt this full in my life!" Then, even without
    Mike moving a muscle, Jane began a powerful orgasm
    (Which she later said was the strongest she had ever
    had.). Wave after wave of pleasure wracked her body.
    And, as she began to come down, Mike began his fucking
    motion, taking her up, up, and away, again and again.

    Mike dropped his face to Jane's breasts and he began
    biting and pulling her nipple with his teeth, as he
    hammered into her, harder and harder with his hips.

    "Oh, yes!" she screamed. If our neighbors lived any
    closer, I'm sure they would have called the police.
    "Fuck me hard, you bastard! I can feel all your
    foreskin! I can feel it sliding up and down your cock,
    sliding inside my cunt, the way it did in my hands!
    Don't let this end!"

    But it did. Mike was lifting himself almost all the
    way out of Jane and then slamming back into her, slap-
    ping their hips together and banging his big balls
    against her ass. I would have felt sorry for Jane, for
    the beating she was taking, if she wasn't so obviously
    enjoying every bit of it, bouncing her hips up to meet
    his down slam.

    I'm not sure if Jane ever really stopped cumming, but
    it was obvious when Mike began his. His face turned
    red and he was gasping for breath, grunting.

    When he finally collapsed on top of Jane, she wrapped
    her arms around him and said, "I could feel your cum.
    I could feel it shooting out of your magnificent cock,
    filling my cunt."

    I guess with the party, the booze, and the sex, we were
    all exhausted. Mike couldn't make it to the guest room,
    so all three of us fell asleep in our bed.

    I woke up once in the night having to go to the bath-
    room, and found Jane and Mike fucking again on the bed
    beside me. When I awoke the next morning, I rolled
    over to see Jane sucking on Mike's cock. Mike was
    still asleep.

    "Don't you think last night was enough, Jane?"

    "I don't know, Honey. It hasn't been enough, so far.
    But I'll try to behave. I've just never felt like this
    before- this alive, this randy, this hot. Just don't
    get mad at me, okay? I still love only you."

    For the rest of that weekend, and all of our free time
    during the following week, Mike wore Jane like a
    second skin. She went everywhere he went. They were
    seldom dressed and never apart, and when they were
    together, my lovely wife had Mike's cock in her hands,
    her mouth, or her cunt.

    She even went with him to the bathroom! I followed
    them once, and watched Jane get down on her knees and
    pull Mike's foreskin back so he could pee. As soon as
    he was done, Jane shook the last few drops from the end
    and then engulfed his meat in her mouth and sucked him
    `till he came. As always, she swallowed every drop.

    I don't know how many loads of cum Jane took that
    week. She sucked and fucked more loads out of Mike
    than I care to count, and since she was acting like
    some sex-slut, she couldn't very well say `no' to me
    when I wanted some of her twat or mouth.

    On Thursday, Mike's last night in town, Jane handed
    me the Polaroid and packages of film and asked me to
    record the "love session." But, before they got
    started, Jane sucked on Mike's cock until it reached
    maximum size, and then she shot a pack of film in
    almost clinical close-ups of it. I spent the rest of
    the night taking pictures of their sucking and fucking.

    Friday afternoon, I drove Mike back out to the airport.
    He was in the backseat with Jane, who was giving him
    his "farewell blow-job." I knew how much my wife meant it when she
    kissed Mike at the gate and said, "I'm
    going to miss you, Mike."

    Jane still masturbates looking at her photos of Mike,
    and the two of us talk about his visit in bed, before
    and during lovemaking. If any change, our sex life has
    gotten hotter and raunchier since Jane's week as Mike's
    cock-slave. It's definitely been more frequent. Jane
    has been less inhibited than ever before. In fact,
    just last night, she asked me if I ever noticed any
    other well-hung, uncircumcised studs at the gym. Some-
    how, I don't think Jane is going to wait for Mike's
    next visit.
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