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                              THE (FORE)SKIN GAME

                            (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 every day, and she
teaches a couple of aerobic classes at the community center.  He body is firmer
and tighter now, than it was when I met her.  She is 5'5", 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.  Jane 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 knew they had been making love for years and, sometimes, even today, while
I'm daydreaming, the vision of Jane and her ex-boyfriend doing some of the sexy
things WE have done together has aroused me.  Maybe it's so easy for me to
picture them together because I knew them as a couple at one time.

      Anyway, here we are.  A successful young couple.  We both work for the
same very large Corporation, and we survived the recession of 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.

      Mister and Missus White-Bread Suburbia...  Until...

                                     .....

      Several weeks ago I received word that Mike, a mutual co-worker and old
friend was returning to headquarters for some training.

      Mike is a great guy, and we were pretty tight 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 hours of 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 dip."

      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 as 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 into 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 Mike's 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 good men.  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, but 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 compliments, his impressive
seven inches was slowly twitching itself into a firmer, and even more
impressive nine inches!

      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 around.

      None of us said a word -- we were all feeling the sexual tension of that
minute.  All three of us 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 Mike's balls,
where it 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 pearl on a ring.

      To my 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 over Mike's cock and began swallowing his cum.  A
little of Mike's cum leaked out the side of her mouth, but she quickly caught
it with her tongue.  (Jane later told me that Mike's cum was more than she
thought any man could shoot at one time.)

      Jane's eyes looked glazed-over with lust 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 beautiful.

      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 as 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 tight
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 grinned up and me and
asked, "Did you enjoy seeing another man's cock and cum fill my mouth to
overflowing?"

      That was it!  I slammed 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 pushing 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's cunt and rolled on
the bed, watching Mike position himself between my wife's wide-spread legs.
His erection was huge.

      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."

      "Just fuck me, you sexy bastard!"

      As his cock-head touched her cuntlips, Jane moaned loudly.

      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 ramming back into her, slapping 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 slams.

      I'm not sure if Jane ever really stopped cumming, but it was obvious when
Mike finally 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 foreskin, and 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 during the night having to go to the bathroom, 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 there's been
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. Somehow, I don't
think Jane is going to wait for Mike's next visit.
 
                           ..........................
                           (c) J. BOSWELL, April 1992

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