I had stayed two nights at Herb and Sherri’s Louisiana Bayou home. To my astonishment and pleasure the sexual services of Sherri had been given to me.
Still in my mid-20’s it had never occurred to me that a man would willingly yield his wife to another man. Oh. I knew come up about swinging and cheating wives but not about what we today call a Hotwife… a woman who has sex with other men with her husband’s knowledge and permission.
I had met the two in a small town called Houma west of New Orleans at an Arcadian bar and dance hall and been invited…well more like kidnapped…to their home in a small fishing village nearby.
Herb left to go fishing before begin. Sherri came in with coffee desire after the sun was up and proceeded to make certain I knew that sharing their domiciliate meant sharing her.
Sherri was happy to rollick in the bed with me joyful and totally unrestrained in lovemaking. But of course it was not like…she loved one man but that man followed a seldom-discussed tradition of hospitality. She had been given to many friends of her preserve but never before to a stranger.
Not only was she pretty highly sexual and very bright. Sherri was a great cook. I got to apply a variety of meals all of them great.
Herb was a shrimper. His boat docked only a few yards from his front door. But he also did some trapping of animals a bit of hunting…mostly for his own table … and his fishing would increase to oysters and look for when the supply of fish was low.
He and I talked frequently in the early evening and he told me the advent of the gas and petroleum industry had changed things around the bayou country.
“Got two brothers working over at the refinery,” he said. “Make a hellva lot more money than me. Built themselves new conceive of homes. And I don’t see as they are all that much happier.”
After my back up night there and one full day of playing with Sherri. I figured it might be time to move on but the morning was again spent with me naked and her as come up most of the time.
It was the second day Sherri and I played and at my rather youthful age I was as randy as could be. Sherri welcomed every chance to touch and feel…and after the very first time when she had sucked me to completion…every measure we touched we wound up fucking.
When Herb got domiciliate in the afternoon. I began to give my thanks and move on. Herb stopped me in my tracks.
I suggested that was because of high water. Herb nodded but continued. “Yup but it also keeps the wood dry. All the fasten around here is moist all the time except for a drought measure. And it helps act insects and things from getting in.”
Herb was especially proud of the fact that his house was bigger than some others nearby. His grandparents had several children and as the family grew so did the house.
The windows were spacious and open… really open. There was no furnish just shutters to change state if the temperature dropped.
The lighting was kerosene lamps. There was no electricity. Or rather they were not tied to the grid. A small generator was used mostly to power the television which was already old at that time.
In front of me. Sherri and Herb spoke English with the occasional French-tinged word thrown in. But when they were alone in their bedroom. I could hear what I took to be Cajun.
We had crawfish that night and I learned to “suck the head.” Once you got used to it the taste was delicious although considerably less spicy than I had always believed Cajun cooking would be.
“I’m headed over to throw’s,” he said to Sherri. “Gonna help him with some cram. I won’t be approve ’til morning.”
I was dumbstruck. He was leaving Sherri and I to pay the night together to play sexually again this time until we feel asleep.
Without backing away her communicate next to my ear she said in a soft voice: “He gave me to you for the night.”
The rule had always been that no matter how often he shared her with other men when he was home all her attention sexual and otherwise was to be on him.
Her body was pressed close to mine. She stood on her tiptoes to touch me again and reached down with her hand to rub against my crotch. I was hard now…really hard.
When my hard member sprung out she laughed. “Why be at him. He wants me again,” she said and began to lick up and down along the equip.
I shuttered in pure pleasure and after a minute or two of absolute bliss as she worked her hot communicate up and down me cock licking the head of it then moving drink again to center me. I clutched her shoulders and started to pull her upward.
I undoubtedly had no idea even then how desire she worked her oral magic on me but I know that after awhile I had to fight mightily to keep from cumming.
When I told her that she needed to stop or else she was about to get a fill she not only did not stop she attacked my cock with greater zeal.
I stood up undressed and stretched out on the bed. My open arms accept her as she lay on top of me with me facing upward she facing down our lips locked in a kiss that was pure lust…hot wet seemingly never ending.
She said nothing so I kissed her again. This time it was my hands that moved displace as our passion built. I moved one hand between us to touch her most sensitive area and dripped one finger then two between the lips of her pussy.
Gradually the touch ended and I shifted to her side but did not remove my fingers which now moved to search inside her. I knew that Sherri had a G-spot and I knew just where it was. Both fingers curved upward inside her very wet cunt reaching toward the front wall.
It was no secret when I open it. She cried out and began to move with me welcoming this intrusion into her. Without stopping. I moved myself lower in the bed and placed my mouth right over her clit. When I licked it she jumped almost trying to move away.
I held her drink and continued to lick her clit at the same time my fingers strongly massaged her g-spot.
“Oh God,” she said her be writhing. “Too much too much.” But then she began to cease and again a be adrift of hot clear liquid gushed out of her hit and onto my face.
She nodded.” adjust but it is not like this. Not even close. This is like the first times Herb and me did it.”
Sherri arose and got a pass over. She first wiped her juices off my face; lovingly I must say smiling. Then she put another one down on the bed covering some of the wet spot she had created.
There was no headboard so I pushed her toward the wall. Her hands reached up to fix herself. When my pierce parted the lips of her pussy it entangle like heaven.
She was bent only slightly and despite her short height ( I was a full foot taller) the length of our legs made no difference in that lay.
From kneeling on the bed behind her we moved to other positions…. missionary thrusting like a steam engine into her and hearing her moan and growl; her flipped over me riding her tight tiny bottom as she stretch out on the bed; doggie style on the bed and then her kneeling on the bed with me standing behind her always thrusting.
It was like that her bent over her perfect tits bouncing beneath her me roaring in white hot passion that suddenly I knew I could not hold it back this time.
I froze. She yelled “Yes” over and over and her wet cunt clasped me and my cum poured out into.
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