My husband and I  are posting these stories about happenings from our past
25 years of marriage. Most of them happened in the early 70's before sex was
such a dangerous proposition. We have had a great time recalling these times
and after my husband writes them and I edit them we usually end up having a
great fuck.

It has been really great to hear from other couples who have enjoyed
themselves like we have over the years. We appreciate your comments and
sharing about your little adventures. 

If you enjoy our experiences, please send us about one of your times. 

Rhonda and CL
rhonda69@newsguy.com









Rhonda is very Irish and really gets into St. Patrick's Day. In 1974, a year
after we were married,  she decided we should go to Chicago for St.
Patrick's Day. I agreed to take a few days off and we got a flight. 

As we didn't know the city we asked a cab driver to take us to a really wild
place for the celebration. We have since forgotten the name but it was a
large bar and dance place downtown near the river. When we got there an
Irish band was playing loud music and it looked like everyone had been
drinking most of the day. 

The place was packed so tight that you couldn't turn around without bumping
into the person next to you. Everybody was grabbing feels in the place.
Rhonda was loving having her ass rubbed or her tits brushed against. She was
wearing a short loose skirt and silk blouse. As it was pretty nice weather,
she went without pantyhose but had on a pair of tiny panties. Rhonda seldom
wears a bra, her tits are small enough she doesn't need them, and this night
was no exception. As I glanced over at her I could see her sweet, hard
nipples showing happily though her blouse.

At one point a fantastic blonde was going through the crowd  grabbing all
the women and kissing them deeply while she squeezed their tits. Rhonda said
the blonde didn't shy away from rubbing and pinching her nipples when she
kissed her. Rhonda returned the favor and squeezed a firm pair of some of
the biggest tits she ever felt. The blonde let her hand fall down and pulled
Rhonda's skirt up in back and gave her a little smack on her ass as she
smiled at Rhonda. Letting her hands massage Rhonda's ass cheeks, the blonde
kissed her again and explored Rhonda's mouth with her tongue. In a flash the
blonde was gone and on to the next woman. Rhonda looked at me and sighed,
"That was fantastic."

We decided to move from the main floor to a corner. People were still
crowded on all sides of us but at least here you could move to the music
without knocking the person next to you over. The loud music made talking
nearly impossible without shouting so we just clapped and kept time while we
enjoyed the music. Rhonda was really enjoying herself and swayed back and
forth, dancing as best as possible in the tight quarters. 

At one point she leaned over to me and said, "Someone is playing with my
ass." I could feel people behind us but couldn't turn around to see what was
going on. When Rhonda noticed I was trying to get a look she stopped me
saying, "Don't look. They might stop." As she moved with the music I sensed
Rhonda moving back closer to the person behind her. She leaned over and said
loudly in my ear, "They got my skirt up. Feeling my ass and legs." I nearly
sprained my neck trying to get a look at what was going on but could only
see a guy's hand on her hip pulling her backwards.

Rhonda changed her dancing and swaying as the tempo of the songs changed.
During one slow ballad, she swayed and jerked froward as if she was pushed.
"Oh shit," was all she said. In an instant she jerked forward again. "He
just ripped my panties off," she said looking at me rather surprised. As the
music continued Rhonda swayed backwards as the guy behind her continued to
explore her ass, now free of the constraints of her panties. Shortly,
Rhonda's body made a little quiver and she said, "He's in," as the guy stuck
his finger up her wet pussy. He continued exploring her cunt as the music
played. As the song ended I saw Rhonda shudder with a small orgasm.
Regaining her senses she looked at me and said, "He's gone."

I tried to look behind us but was stopped as Rhonda said, "YES! He's back."
The next song started and it was a fast number. In a bit Rhonda yelled over
at me, "That's interesting. He's rubbing a beer bottle between my legs."
Rhonda continued to sway and move with the music. "I think he wants me to
fuck the bottle," she said. I knew that Rhonda had used candles and bottles
before and was very excited to see her do it again but for all my gyrations
I couldn't get a glimpse at what was happening to my wife. "OK. Hope its not
full. I don't need a beer douche," she said as she stood on her tiptoes and
came back down. From her movement I knew she just wrapped her luscious, wet
snatch around the bottle. As the tempo of the song picked up, Rhonda
increased her movements. To anyone looking at her it should have been
obvious that she wasn't dancing but fucking herself silly. "Yeah, a finger
in my ass," Rhonda squealed as she grabbed my arm for support. With a few
more pumps down and back onto the bottle Rhonda groaned, "I'm going to, I'm
going to, I'm cumming." To this day I'm not sure how she remained standing
while she came on the bottle up her tight pussy. When she finished she said
directly into my ear, "It was cold, a long neck and definitely not empty."
Rhonda told me that as he pulled the bottle out of her more than a trickle
of beer ran out of her pussy and down her leg.

Before the guy could leave Rhonda reached behind her and stroked the guy's
cock through his pants. He grabbed her hips and pulled her back tightly
against him. In this position Rhonda couldn't get to his zipper. The guy
must have gotten tired of her fumbling and pushed her hands away and undid
it himself. I thought that it was all over after the bottle until Rhonda
told me what was going on. "He wants his cock where the bottle was," she
said. As she moved and ground against him I could tell she was more than
willing to allow him the pleasure of being where his bottle had just been. 

"Can't quite get it... Up a bit. Yes!" she said while the two of them
struggled to put his cock where they both wanted it. Rhonda moved up and
down and bent froward a bit as she massaged his stiff cock with her swollen
pussy. "It keeps popping out. His fucking zipper is scratching my ass,"
Rhonda said as she reached up the front of her skirt and tried to create a
guide with her hands to keep him in her. Finally she stood straight up and
slowly rotated her ass around. She looked over at me and smiled, "Its wet,
warm and running down my legs." The guy stayed with his cock rubbing between
her crotch until he was drained. He pulled back and was gone. Rhonda stood
there with her eyes closed as she rubbed her legs together massaging his
sperm into them. Nothing else happened.

In about an hour we decided to leave. As we turned around there were three
young guys right behind us smiling at Rhonda. We still don't know if one of
them was the guy. Rhonda wrapped her arms around each guy's neck and kissed
each of  them. They felt Rhonda's ass through her skirt and rubbed their
fingers over her hard nipples. As Rhonda wished them a happy St. Patrick's
day they raised there beer bottles. Looking back, I noticed Rhonda's white
panties on the floor where we were standing. 

In the cab on the way back to the hotel, I started to feel Rhonda's thighs.
They were sticky from the beer and dried cum she massaged into them. Her
pussy however was very wet and was obviously wanting more. Back in the hotel
room I started to play with her wet, red bush and noticed a dribble of white
sperm oozing out of her snatch. It was clear that not all of the guy's cum
went down her legs. Not wanting her to lose her precious cargo I got on top
of her and plunged the guy's sperm back into her with one pump of my cock.
In a few strokes, I added my load to her fantastic cunt. 
