Chapter 11
The correspondence club we joined had its office in New Jersey, but I believe every state in the Union was represented in the magazine they sent us. Some foreign countries were listed, too. It was a thick, full-sized magazine, with well over a hundred pages -- each page packed with ads placed by couples, gals, and guys. There was a lot of ads from people living in Texas, and a few for New Mexico and Arizona
Our ad wasn't in the first magazine we received, though it did appear in the next issue which we got a little more than three months later. Willa and I read the first magazine in bed. The ads were listed under the states in which the persons lived, we soon discovered, and Willa got a red ballpoint pen which we used to mark the Southwest ads we thought were interesting.
"Why did you mark that one?" I asked. "It's a single guy, and I thought we agreed to contact couples only." She'd marked an ad placed by a single guy from Texas who was serving in Vietnam.
"His ad sounds so lonely, Burt. The poor guy is over there fighting for us, and I want to cheer him up if I can."
"Oh, you can do that, all right."
"You don't have to write to him. I'll do it," she said.
"I'm sure he'd much rather hear from you than me."
"Do you mind, Burt? I mean, what can it hurt if I write to him?"
"He'll be coming back and he'll want to meet you."
"I know that, Burt. If he sounds nice, I'll meet him when he comes home ... if he comes home. He could be killed before then, you know."
I felt a little ashamed of myself. Willa was right. The guy was risking his neck for us and everyone else, in the U.S. She knew I enjoyed seeing her with other guys, so why should she think I'd object to her writing a lonely soldier?
"Go ahead," I told her.
"Should I write sexy to him?"
"Sure. He's probably starved for it. Lay it on thick as you want to, baby."
For a time we didn't write to any couples, thinking we'd wait and let them write to us when our ad came out, but the next evening Willa wrote the soldier in Vietnam a three page typed letter in a slightly sexy tone. She sent him a photo of herself in a bathing suit, too, signing it on the back and kissing it with a fresh coat of red lipstick on her full lips.
It was shock time when she got his first letter. He'd forgotten to mention in his ad that he was colored, but the picture he sent left no doubt. His fat letter arrived on a Saturday morning, so I was there when she opened it and his picture fell out.
"What are you going to do now?" I asked, watching her hand tremble slightly as she stared at the snapshot.
"Read his letter," she said, handing the picture to me as she began reading.
I didn't know what to say. It took her several minutes to read his letter. It was neatly typed, single spaced and five pages long. I had to admit he wasn't a bad-looking guy, young, a lieutenant and very crisp in a military way. Hell, I might as well admit it -- he was handsome. There was one problem, though. I was raised in the South, and the thought of my wife willingly giving herself to a Negro, even one as handsome as Lieutenant Gary Williams, didn't set just right.
Things turned out that way, after all. Willa gave me his letter when she'd finished it, and as I read it I felt my prejudice toward him slipping away. Gary was college educated and seemed as intelligent as he was lonely. I told Willa to do what she wanted to, and that evening she loaded the Polaroid with a pack of color film and I took all the shots of her posing in the nude and seminude. Before she came to bed, she wrote Gary another letter and put the sexy snapshots in it.
Gary wrote back overjoyed with her hot letter and pictures. They wrote several letters back and forth during the next two months, then, Gary returned from Vietnam and came to see us. He acted as nervous as I felt, but Willa was calm and warm from the minute he entered. She waited till he and I finished shaking hands, then moved to him and kissed him a friendly hello. We sat, he on the couch and me in the chair facing it, as Willa made a round of drinks. I felt sort of odd, sitting there watching as Willa cuddled close to him on the couch and held his hand. We talked rather stiffly for about half an hour, then Willa took over. She took Gary's second drink from his hand and put it on the coffee table with hers, then drew him to her and French kissed him.
She kept kissing him, and before long she had his eight inch cock out, fondling it as his hand slid between her legs and he began fingering her right there in front of me. I nearly fell out of my chair when she lowered her head and began sucking him.
His shiny-wet black cock disappearing into my wife's hungry white face was the most erotic sight I'd ever seen. Her head hadn't bobbed five times before I was squirming to relieve the strain my rising dong caused.
Gary looked across at me, trying to smile but not quite making it. His fingers stroked through Willa's hair as he caressed her moving head. "Oh, man ... this is too good to believe!"
I flipped my prick up so it could lie along my stomach. The pain eased immediately and I sighed.
"You sure this is all right with you?" Gary asked.
Willa made a loud slurping sound as she topped his dick. I stared in fascination as her pink tongue shot out and circled his bulging glans. Then she formed her lips around him and took over half of it back inside her mouth.
I nodded to Gary as I watched Willa's lip distend around his shaft. She sucked harshly, causing her cheeks to hollow inward and cling to his thick rod.
"Jesus!" Gary groaned, shutting his eyes and letting his head fall back.
"Take him all the way, honey," I rasped. I don't know what made me say it, but suddenly I wanted to see her suck his coal black organ till he shot off in her mouth.
Willa moaned softly, reaching out her hand. I took it, locking my fingers through hers and holding her hand as she went down on him with a fit of passion. Her pretty face flew up and down, her soft lips clinging tightly to his pole as she sucked for all she was worth.
"Oh, Christ!" Gary gasped.
"Is it gettin' good, Gary?" I asked, almost as excited just watching as he was getting blown so hungrily.
"Man, it's been good ... now it's gettin' unbearable! I'm gonna pop any second!"
Willa gripped my hand and whimpered, her head slowing down but her cheeks fitting even more snugly to his shaft. I don't know for sure, but I imagined she was licking his glans each time she lifted her head, like she'd begun to do for me lately, because Gary clenched his hands into fists and began rolling his head from side to side.
"Oh, Willa," he chanted. "Oh, sweet Willa! Gonna come, baby ... gonna come now!"
He groaned from deep in his throat, his entire body going stiff and jerking with the rhythm of orgasm. Willa sort of sobbed, then whimpered, and after that she was busy swallowing the pent-up load his twitching dick sent gushing into her mouth, I reeled with lust as I watched her eyes blink each time he shot a powerful jet of his sperm over her tongue and into her spasmodically working throat. Gary must have been building that load for weeks, because I thought Willa would never stop gulping it down. She took everything he gave her, loving it if the crooning sounds she made were any indication. When she backed her mouth off him, her lips were puffy and moist. A thin string of his juice connected the eye of his glans and her lower lip momentarily, then it fell in a ragged white line on his dark organ and Willa licked it off before she sat up.
"How was that for openers, Gary?" she asked.
"Mmm," he sighed, putting his arm around her shoulder and pulling her face close to his. "You said you knew how, but you didn't tell me you had the sweetest mouth in the whole damned world!"
"That makes us even then," Willa said contentedly. "You didn't tell me how delicious your dick is."
They kissed, and as I watched I took out my own cock so the air could cool it off. Willa's legs parted for Gary's hand. He pushed two fingers in her and began pumping them. She toyed with his softening rod, catching it before it went completely limp and bringing it back to full erection before she broke the long kiss.
"Stand up," she breathed. "You too, Burt. Com'ere, honey."
I got up and moved to them, letting Willa position me and Gary in front of her with the heads of our pricks touching. Then she leaned forward and began licking us, running her tongue all the way from the base of his took, flipping it over his glans, then mine, and licking till I felt the tip of her tongue playing delightfully at the top of my scrotum.
For perhaps a minute she licked the entire lengths of our organs, then she tired of it and took one in each hand, tugging us around till our rods met at an angle and she had both our cockheads in her mouth. Her tongue flashed back and forth over our sensitive knobs till I couldn't stand it.
"Let's go back to the bedroom," I groaned, backing away before I gave Willa another load to swallow.
"You can stay the night, can't you Gary?" Willa asked, pulling herself up by our stiff poles.
"Honey," he said, smiling all over, "wild horses couldn't drag me away before daybreak. Dreaming of this night is what kept me going those last weeks. "
"I'm glad," Willa sighed. "You're a nice man. I'm glad I wrote to you. I'll make it good for you good enough so you won't regret coming so far out of your way."
"You've already done that," he said, stepping back so I could follow as Willa started toward the bedroom. "I'll never forget you, Willa ... nor you neither, Burt."
"Go on," I told Gary, putting my hand on his back and easing him ahead of me. "If it's all right with you, I'm going to take some pictures of you and Willa."
"I think I'd like that. Could I have one to take with me?"
"Several," I told him. "I'll make copies of the ones you like."
"I won't show them to anyone," he assured.
"If I thought you would, I wouldn't give you any."
"Did Willa tell you I'm bi?" he asked, glancing down at my standing rod as we walked down the hall after Willa.
For an answer, I took his hand and placed it where he was looking. It was better than putting it in words, but Willa had told me, and I'd been looking forward to him going down on us both at the same time, like he'd written he wanted to do in his last letter.
"It feels good," he sighed, gripping my shaft firmly but lovingly. "I've wanted to do this all my life, love an attractive couple like you and Willa, but I've never had the chance. I'm grateful, man ... I really am. You're swell people!"
I started to tell him he was an okay guy, but I was too stunned after he kissed me. He just grabbed me and French kissed me, and before I realized it I had my tongue in his mouth and he was sucking it and holding my cock like he was afraid it would get away.
It was the first and only time I've been kissed by a guy, but I was so steamed up and startled I let him do it for a couple of seconds before I decided it wasn't my bag and pushed him gently away.
"Hey, I'm sorry, man. I shouldn't have done that without asking, I guess," Gary said.
"It's all right," I told him, because I wasn't angry. "It just doesn't do much for me. Come on. Willa is waiting."
She was undressing when Gary and I entered the bedroom. We went to her and took over, both of us helping her out of her clothes. When she was nude, I helped her undress Gary, then they stripped me and Willa and I got on the bed. We lay on our backs several inches apart. Gary crawled between us, his feet pointing the same way as ours, and knelt so he could blow us.
He started on Willa first, making happy noises as he tongued and sucked her hairy pussy. I put my arm around her and pulled her face to me, French kissing her mouth as Gary Frenched her cunt.
A moment later Gary moaned and swung his head from between Willa's legs. I felt his trembling hand grasp my cock down low, and just a split-second later his mouth engulfed the best two-thirds of my stiff dong. The way he sucked and licked me wasn't nearly as good as Willa does, but it felt great and Gary's tremendous excitement made up for what he lacked in oral know-how. I kept kissing Willa and fondling her tits as Gary swung back and forth in total bliss, sucking alternately at Willa's tasty cunt and my throbbing dick. I popped first, blasting a mass of juice down Gary's throat. He didn't lose a drop, and the way he moaned soulfully as he drank my load got to Willa. She began coming before he got his mouth back to her cunt, but since she has such drawn out orgasms Gary got back to her in time to suck her through the better part of her climax, both of them moaning and Willa thrashing jerkily and holding Gary's mouth to her crotch.
Willa didn't even get a breather, but she appeared not to care. While she was still sighing in the afterglow of orgasm, Gary mounted her and fumbled to get in.
"Wait," Willa gasped, holding him back as she glanced saucily at me. "Burt, you put it in for us, honey."
"What?" I muttered.
"Take Gary's cock in your hand and guide it into me," she said excitedly.
"Wow," I said, overwhelmed with the erotic suggestion. "Okay, but let me set the camera first. I want a picture of this!"
The camera was loaded and ready, mounted on its tripod and pointed toward the bed, so it only took me a second to set it for an automatic exposure. I jumped back on the bed and got on the far side of them, reaching between Gary's legs to hold his prick and guide it into Willa. His hairy balls nestled on my wrist as I wrapped my fingers around his thick shaft. I thought how hot and hard it felt as I tugged him forward and fitted his cockhead between the puffy wet lips of my wife's steaming cunt. Then the flash blinded me and I could feel inches of cock slipping through my fingers as he hunched it home. Willa squealed with pure delight as I jerked my hand out of the way and Gary's nuts slapped her right in the crack of her soft ass.
"Hard, daddy!" Willa panted. "Give it to me hard and fast!"
I climbed off the bouncing bed and took the camera off its tripod, then began moving around them and taking shots from all angles as they fucked wildly on and on. Willa had several orgasms during the next few minutes, but Gary held back and kept hammering his long rod at her till I couldn't stand it any longer. I'd shot a full roll of film when I put my camera on the dresser and jumped in bed with them.
"Roll onto your sides, I'm coming in the back way," I told them, so eager I began pushing them into the position I wanted them.
Willa's arms and legs were around Gary, so it was an easy matter for me to tip them over and get her back toward me. They acted like they hadn't even heard me, the way they went on screwing so frantically. I'd intended to use Willa's asshole while Gary went on plunging rapidly in and out of her cunt; but when I got a glimpse of his shiny-black fuck-stick working in her honey pot I couldn't resist the urge it brought over me.
Instead of putting my prick in her anus, I swung around and stuck it in her hair. I trembled all over as I worked my face to their joined organs and began licking them both. Gary went right on thrusting, and my tongue lapped at his shaft as eagerly as it did my wife's swollen, hot cuntlips. The juice I tasted was all Willa's, because I knew Gary hadn't shot off yet.
"Oh, cats, Burt!" Willa squealed, reaching behind to run her fingers through my hair. "Yess ... lick us ... oh, lick us good!"
Her heated plea spurred me on. I began hunching my cock through her silky hair and licking wildly at them. It wasn't enough. I could smell her sweaty asshole, very clean but still sort of heady, and I licked the inch of flesh separating it from her twat. That wasn't enough either, so I did what came naturally. I formed my lips over her rubbery brown ring and stuck my tongue as far up her sweet butt as I possibly could.
"Ohhhh ... ohhh!" Willa gasped, her entire body trembling as she suddenly stilled and pushed her butt at my face.
Gary didn't stop, though. In fact, he threw it to her all the harder, making the bed sway and groan with his abandoned sideways thrusts. His balls beat softly on my forehead as I pumped my tongue frenziedly back and forth through Willa's hot anus.
"Ohhh . . . God!" Willa cried.
I knew she was coming by the way her anus grabbed rhythmically at my tongue, and I kept tonguing her to make it better for her. It must have been intense, judging from the powerful contractions of her asshole and the garbled cries of fulfillment she uttered. Anyway, her spasming vagina was too much for Gary that time. He grunted and groaned, then slammed full into her and held tight, letting his cock blow come deep into her heaving belly. I could feel his shaft expanding and relaxing through the thin membrane separating Willa's anal canal and her cock-full vagina.
A wave of warm, slippery fluid oozed out around the base of Gary's dong. I could feel it spreading over my nose and knew it was his come mixed with my wife's juices, but I didn't stop. I kept right on running my dick through her hair and tonguing her winking anus till Gary took his cock out and rolled, sighing, onto his back. The instant his glans left Willa's pussy, a mass of warm love juice ran out.
It was one of the hottest moments of my life. I was near orgasm myself by then, and when Willa put her hands behind her head and made a tight hair pussy around my thrusting rod, I gasped with pleasure and licked right up to her cunt. Ignoring the messy condition it was in -- or maybe because of it; I was too hot to think1 glued my mouth to her come-drenched cunt and sucked her dry of their mixed fuck juices. She'd never tasted sweeter. I started coming in her hair and rubbing my whole face in her slick pussy.
Willa slept in the middle, with Gary on one side of her and me on the other. She woke us up the next morning playing with our peters. We took turns on her, Gary first and me second, then Willa made breakfast. She left for work and I drove Gary to the airport.
We still hear from him occasionally. He made captain and is planning to marry a girl he met at his new duty station. I sort of hope he does bring her to see us on their honeymoon, like he said he wanted to, because I've never felt the slightest prejudice against Negroes since that night he spent with us, and I'd like to swap wives with him. I've never balled a colored girl, but if Gary is marrying her, I know she must be as nice as she is pretty. He sent us her picture.