San Luis Obispo is a perfect town, with perfect weather, friendly people and beautiful countryside on the central coast of California, halfway between L.A. and San Francisco.
For a young man like me, recently freed from the army, being at college there was an amazing time, full of friends, activities, events and girls and without too much study. California in the mid-seventies was an era of free love when girls discovered that they liked fucking just as much as guys did and could do so for the first time in relative safety. As a result, it was not difficult for a horny boy to find dates when he wanted them.
And you can be sure I wanted them.
At that time, I was a jeans-and-T-shirt guy; shorts and sandals when it got hot. Twenty-six years old, one-eighty-five pounds and six-feet-tall, I was a Vietnam combat vet fresh from the Marine Corps. You might not guess it looking at me now but at the time I had a hard, solid body; not a weightlifter’s build, but I was strong and fit. My hair was long too, but only to my ears; some military habits die hard.
As a result, I was a slightly older student and tended to hang out with others my age. Some of the girls were part of this group and if we found ourselves in the company of each other it wasn’t a big problem finding someone to enjoy a little casual sex with. Hook-ups you might call them these days.
That was where I met Steve.
On the face of it, Steve was old school; a lot less hippie than the rest of us. A slender twenty-two-year-old, six-feet-tall and with light brown hair which he kept closely cut, in marked contrast to the long-haired hippie types that were everywhere. At the time he might have been called a bit square – at least in looks - dressing in the best that Sears had to offer; cords, plaid shirts, loafers rather than the jeans and elderly tie-dye shirts that were even then going distinctly out of fashion, but which still had adherents in California. He was quieter than most of us too, but as it turned out, that was no bad thing.
Steve and I were classmates; we had been in many labs and lectures at the same time and would often end up in the same bar after school for a few beers. We got to know each other pretty well in a college way, chatting mostly about homework and projects, only getting onto the usual sports and to a lesser extent, girls later.
I was older and a bit more mature, but I was still in the same age bracket, so we had a lot in common. I was still single, liked having a good time and intended to enjoy myself in college. Steve wanted all this too, but unlike the rest of us, he was already married when he arrived.
Maybe that’s why he preferred to hang out with us older guys. But whatever the reason, over time, I got to know him out of the school scene too, going to the same parties and bars and finding we had a lot in common outside of school too.
It was at one of these parties that he first introduced me to Linda, his recently-acquired wife. Linda and Steve had been high school sweethearts who had married almost straight from school. She was twenty-one; a year younger than her student husband.
Given what happened, you might say they had married too soon, but who am I to judge?
Linda could best be described as a perfect woman, but in miniature. Five-feet-tall at most, she can’t have weighed more than a hundred pounds, but was so perfectly proportioned that if there was nothing in the picture to give perspective, you would have thought she was a model and five-foot-ten or more.
She had chestnut hair, sharp blue eyes and a killer smile, but what you noticed first were the long-looking legs, flat stomach and slim torso. Her breasts were the perfect size for her frame too, sitting high on her chest with, I was to discover, small hard dark nipples.
She didn’t ever dress down, always seeming to be well put together. Her slacks were form-fitting rather than tight and she could even make hand me downs and second-hand clothes look great. She kept her hair to her shoulders and it always seemed to be loose and shiny.
Add to that a bubbly personality and you had someone who was fun to have at any party.
As you can probably tell, I was smitten by Linda from the very first moment we met but I could see that for her, it was nothing more than a quick social ‘Hi, Hello. Nice to see you’ sort of social chat.
Perhaps it was because they were a married couple, but they didn’t seem to be in the party mood as often as we single students. To my disappointment, she and I only bumped into each other from time to time but even so, I couldn’t get her out of my mind so as casually as I could, I pumped Steve for information about her.
In a few weeks, I learned that while he went to school with me, she worked full time at the local hospital, where she worked in the purchasing department buying beds, x-ray machines and all the heavy equipment needed to run a busy hospital.
She had the full set; hard-working, bright, intelligent, friendly and extremely attractive. To me, she would have been the perfect woman if it hadn’t been for the one big flaw; that she was already married to someone else.
I resigned myself to living without Linda in my life; to never knowing what it was like to kiss those lips, to fondle those perfect breasts or to feel what had to be an equally perfect pussy closing tightly around my erect cock. Though disappointed, I accepted Steve’s good luck, cursed my bad luck and got on with my studies and my life.
But unknown to me, things within their household were beginning to change, and in a way that was to change my life too.
As I was to learn over that magical summer, it all started quite accidentally one night when Linda and Steve were at one of the many parties that were held. It was hot, clothes were loose and few, and as the evening progressed, it became clear that Linda had not properly done up all of the buttons on her blouse.
From the front you couldn’t see anything wrong; perhaps a bit too much cleavage but no more. From the side, things were quite different. If she moved in just the right direction and you looked from exactly the right position, you could see her entire tit and nipple.
It’s the sort of thing that could have happened to any woman and probably has to every woman at one time.
The difference that night was that Steve had apparently noticed this problem early on, but for some reason, did not say anything to Linda about it, preferring to let his wife expose herself all evening to anyone who chose to look – which, once the news had got out, was everyone. Everyone male anyway.
The party passed off well; unaware of her constant flashing Linda flirted lightly all evening and Steve enjoyed watching all the attention she was receiving. It wasn’t until they had left the party and were on their way home that he told her what had happened.
“You mean everyone could see my tits?” she asked, astonished.
“Only one tit,” Steve had smiled. “And one nipple. But yes, everyone could see.”
“Why the hell didn’t you tell me?”
“I didn’t want to spoil the fun,” he had told her.
“Shit, Steve!”
“Besides, you’ve got amazing tits. They’re worth showing off,” he grinned.
“You like other men staring at my tits?” Linda asked, dumbfounded.
“It’s what they always do anyway," he insisted. “And you know it. Tonight, they didn’t have your top in the way, that’s all.”
“Shit!”
“By the way, your nipples get really hard and tight when you’re flirting,” he added. “I bet you got wet down there too.”
“Could you see that?” Linda asked, aghast, accidentally admitting how aroused she had been.
“I know you and I know your body. If your nipples are like bullets then your pussy is dripping, right?”
She did not reply. They drove towards home in silence for a while. Eventually, Linda spoke in a quiet, meaningful voice.
“Did all those men really see my nipples get hard?”
“I guess. They were difficult to miss – and they were all looking at your tits.”
“And that didn’t bother you? You knew they were looking; you knew I was getting turned on and you were okay about it?”
“Why wouldn’t I be? You’ve got a great body, you’re a really sexy girl and I’m proud to be with you. Let ‘em look all they want!”
There was a long pause.
“Turn off here!”
“Here?”
“Here! Now!”
Steve slewed the car down a dark, narrow side track and pulled on the brake. He had barely turned off the motor when Linda was on him, tearing off her clothes and dragging at his. Stunned by the unexpected assault, it took a few moments for him to realise what was happening but then all Hell broke loose.
Their bodies in a tangle of half-removed clothes, they fell upon each other, kissing, groping and biting until eventually, Linda’s legs were wide enough apart for him to penetrate her body.
Once his cock was inside her pussy, there was no holding Linda back. She pulled him into her hard, wrapped her legs around him and they fucked wildly and noisily both in the car and on the dusty ground outside.
It was early morning before they got back home, tired, dirty and sore but still highly aroused and very happy.
***
Some events pass by with a nod, written off as an interesting or exciting experience to think, talk and maybe fantasise about later. Other events mark a sea-change in a relationship. In Linda and Steve’s case, this was one of those moments.
Being exposed to public stares had turned Linda on more than she would ever have guessed. Exposing his wife to the gaze of other men had done something similar to Steve. Neither had expected this; both had been shocked at how hot it had made them.
Before that night they had been the perfect, normal, loved-up couple. Now the wild side had been let out. Steve liked showing off Linda and Linda loved to be seen. There was no going back.
At first, they just found areas where Linda could be naked outdoors, in safety. One of those places was One Mile Hill where a long, straight road ran straight up to the top of a steep slope, giving those on the top a clear view of anything or anyone approaching.
If you had been, say, naked and fucking in the open, you would see the oncoming car or truck and have time to get dressed before it reached you and discovered you. Linda and Steve would drive up the hill together, Linda slowly stripping naked as they climbed. Once at the top they would fool around and have sex, the danger of being seen and the excitement it brought bringing a new edge to their lovemaking that simply hadn’t been there before.
But novelty and thrills are addictive and progressive. The problem is that, once you have done something a few times, it’s not a novelty any longer. Over time, to get the buzz that you loved before and crave again, an addict needs to go to greater and greater lengths and take greater and greater risks.
Linda and Steve were no different. Soon, sex in the open became routine for them; it was time to raise the stakes. Both were still driven by the need to show off Linda’s body so that’s when they hit on the idea of ‘Flashing the Trucker’.
Much as it sounds, this game involved driving down the freeway in search of unsuspecting truckers then pulling alongside. Once there, Linda would expose her tits which the drivers would see in full view as they looked down from their cabs. Sometimes she would flash her pussy too, if she got really turned on.
Afterwards, of course, she and Steve would fuck each other silly.
This kept them amused for some time but eventually, of course, even this became too dull, so they moved into a riskier game. On these occasions, Linda and Steve would go out together, apparently as a normal couple, but Linda would not wear a bra and would choose tops which exposed a lot of cleavage.
As they went about what appeared to be a normal outing, that top would inevitably move or get disturbed, 'accidentally' flashing one or other of her bare tits at unsuspecting men or women they approached.
Linda would be massively aroused when they returned home and the pair of them would fuck long and hard.
Eventually, of course, the stakes escalated further and flashing strangers was no longer enough to generate the sexual buzz they both needed. It was time to get closer and more personal.
This is where I joined the story.
As friends and students at the same school, he and I were often teamed up as lab partners, or on a homework assignment. Steve started to invite me to their apartment; I would visit, and we would talk through whatever tasks we had been assigned.
Linda was almost always there when I visited which, of course, was more than okay by me.
The invitations to do work soon became invites for lunch, or maybe dinner and a few beers. Linda was always present on these occasions which, although I didn’t realise it at first, were deliberately designed to give them a controlled, safe place to show off Linda’s body in a much more up-close-and-personal way.
It started casually with her wearing very small bikinis around the apartment, perhaps doing a little sunbathing; maybe walking around and chatting with us as if everything was normal. But all the time, she was constantly teasing me with her body.
Over time, this progressed into riskier activities over drinks or maybe dinner; showing a lot of skin, giving me down-blouse and up-skirt flashes which became more and more prolonged. And all the time, Steve would be making comments about how hot and sexy his wife was, and that I must be sure to have a good look when I was round.
Linda wasn’t exactly posing, but she was making damn sure I had a good view of what she had to offer.
This went on for a few visits, getting more and more extreme until one day when I was with them, she came into the room wearing only one of Steve dress shirts and a pair of tiny panties.
I have to say that she looked absolutely stunning; about as sexy as I had ever seen a girl. Linda smiled directly at me then crossed to where her husband was sitting and, right in front of me, the two of them began to kiss and touch each other.
I didn’t know what to do or where to look but it was clear they were in no hurry for me to go. Indeed, it looked more like a performance being put on for my benefit.
A few minutes later, Steve had slipped off his wife’s shirt and for the first time, fully exposed her naked tits. They were, as I have said, simply perfect; full, rounded, firm and held high on her chest. Their nipples were small, dark and as I could clearly see, already hard.
I began to get hard myself. Steve must have guessed this because after the two of them had made out for a few minutes more, they exchanged a few whispers then broke their embrace.
“Would you like to take off Linda’s panties?” he asked, slowly and clearly.
Linda smiled broadly as my astonished mind tried to cope with the completely unexpected question.
“I asked if you would like to remove my wife’s panties?” he grinned again.
“Y... yes,” I mumbled, wondering what on earth was going on.
Her sparkling, mischievous eyes now fixed on mine, Linda dismounted from her husband and stood before me, her chest rising and falling in excitement. Her panties were barely a foot from my face; there was a dark, damp patch already in the crotch.
Slowly and still in disbelief, I leaned forward in my seat, slipped my fingers under the elastic around her waist and slipped them carefully down the smooth skin of her legs.
There she was, the woman of my dreams naked in front of me for the first time. I sat back and gazed with admiration at the body I had desired so badly. Devoid of clothes, she looked even more perfect than I had imagined; her sweet, compact body was trained and fit but with curves rather than hard muscle. There were no straight lines anywhere about her; everything seemed to curve smoothly into something else; her long legs into her nice, tight ass, her tight ass into her firm back. Her stomach was slightly rounded too and flowed smoothly down into her pussy then to those amazing legs.
Her pussy!
I stared at her exposed sex for a moment; even in the days before shaving was popular, she had little or no pubic hair and what little she had was soft and downy rather than wiry. Without a word, she began to crawl up my body until she was straddling my lap. Then, to my utter astonishment and only feet away from her husband, we began to make out.
My head was spinning as our lips touched, our mouths opened and our tongues began to intertwine. We made out for a long time, my hands travelling all over the sweet body I had admired from afar for so long. It was every bit as perfect as I had imagined and as I touched her freely and we kissed and kissed, her active hands efficiently stripped away my shirt.
I cannot begin to describe how it felt to kiss, stroke and fondle the most perfect woman I had ever known in front of the man to whom she had so recently vowed to be eternally faithful. It was the most emotionally arousing moment of my life till then.
My body was clearly not far behind my mind because, sitting in my chair and with her tiny body straddling mine, my cock became as hard as I could ever remember. Indeed, trapped in my trousers and entangled in my shorts, it was becoming painful.
Linda seemed to understand this because, with a look over her shoulder and an exchange of smiles and nods with her husband, she shuffled back a little and her hands fell to my waist. It took a lot of fumbling from us both and a lifting of my hips from the seat before all encumbrances were finally removed, I was naked too and my freed cock was standing boldly upwards from my crotch.
Seeing its condition, Linda and Steve exchanged another meaningful glance before she returned her attention to me.
A moment later she had risen on her knees and lowered her hand between her thighs. I could feel her fingers on my shaft for the first time, directing my smooth, painfully-swollen head towards the core of her pussy. I felt her inner lips on my tip, then felt them parting easily. I felt the heat of her vagina on my sensitive end.
And then she lowered herself onto me and my world changed.
My cock sank smoothly and deeply into Linda’s body for the first time.
I was in heaven.
Every bit as tight as her tiny stature suggested; Linda’s pussy gripped my shaft like a closed fist. She gasped as I entered here, her head rising, her eyes gazing dimly at the ceiling as she was deeply penetrated right before her watching husband’s wide-open eyes.
Riding up and down on her knees, she descended, not pausing until her tiny, firm buttocks had settled on my upper thighs. I could feel her cervix pressing hard against my tip and the walls of her pussy tight around my full length. She looked at her husband again; this time the glance they exchanged seemed to be more of triumph than conspiracy.
And then she began to fuck me!
There is no other way of describing the way in which Linda took full control of the sex that took place that day. Riding me like a cowgirl, first slowly then faster and with increasing energy, she slammed her little body into mine over and over again.
For me, the whole thing was bewildering but absolutely wonderful. Linda’s over-tight pussy slid up and down my over-sensitised cock with a wild and crazy rhythm that made my head spin. Up and down, up and down she went, her hands sometimes on my shoulders, sometimes on my head and other times waving wildly in the air.
The room was full of the sound of our two bodies colliding and the smell of Linda’s juices as they flowed freely from her amazing pussy and over onto my cock and groin. Higher and higher she took me until I was perilously close to orgasm, all the time wailing her own arousal and pleasure into the warm air.
Realising that the end was coming, I grabbed those tits that had been the cause of so much excitement and squeezed them firmly. Linda’s eyes opened in pleasure. I tweaked the hard, dark nipples that so many men had so recently seen and croaked a warning that I was about to cum.
Far from holding her back, this news seemed to drive her to greater efforts. Linda rode me like a woman possessed, her pussy tightening even more around my thick shaft. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Steve a few feet away, watching intently as his wife’s body was taken by another man right in front of him. Even the news that she was on the brink of being inseminated wasn’t enough to drive him into action.
Seconds later my balls tightened and my cock began to throb as I came as hard and as copiously as I can remember, deep inside Linda’s spasming pussy as she rode me cowgirl-style every moment of the way.
My ejaculation was one of the longest I can remember but finally, when it was clear that the end had been reached and there was no more to come, she slowed to a halt and settled in my lap, both of us sweating. My cock was still hard and deep inside her but we both knew it would soon soften.
Linda grinned, laughed then kissed me hard on the lips. Her mouth was salty. Then she lifted one leg and my rapidly softening cock slipped from her followed by a trickle of my cum.
Linda put her hand between her thighs and pulled out two semen-covered fingers. She looked first at them, then at me, then at her husband with an even more triumphant look on her face as if to say, “There! I told you I could do it!”
In response, Steve stripped quickly naked and pushed Linda to the floor then spread her unresisting legs apart and for a few seconds, stared at the pink, gooey mess between her thighs. His eyes were wide, his chest heaving and his cock as hard as steel.
Then he mounted his unfaithful wife and, before my eyes, fucked her as wildly and noisily as she had just fucked me, making her moan loudly again before quickly reaching his own hard climax and adding his cum to the pool of mine inside her tiny body.
When all movement had stopped, there was a stillness in the air while we all tried to understand what had just taken place.
Drinks were brought, food was eaten then we spent the whole afternoon and evening taking turns with Linda - or more accurately, Linda took turns with each of us until all three of us were exhausted.
***
That was the start of a truly unique and very enjoyable summer.
I found out later that it had all been planned long before I arrived at their apartment and Linda exposed herself to me. They had been planning that day for a long time, talking about it before most of my previous visits and again after I had left.
The idea of sharing Linda had turned them both on for some time; the natural destination of their increasing need for exposure and novelty. So far it had been only a fantasy; they wanted to take it to the next level but were not sure how to do it.
They were also unsure how they would feel if they went all the way and someone else actually fucked Linda. They weren’t sure how it would affect their relationship or how far they would want their three-person arrangement to go afterwards.
In the end, they decided they had to find out, using someone Linda found attractive and who they both trusted.
That, someone, was me. The supposedly casual but increasing exposure of Linda’s body to me had all been part of that plan. My seduction and fucking in front of Steve had been the plan’s complete success. Indeed, an hour or more before she and I fucked on their seat, she and Steve had enjoyed great sex together first.
So, what effect did it have on their relationship?
Well, the result took us all by surprise. Far from unsettling their marriage, Linda’s first real, cuckold fucking was like letting the genie out of the bottle. Having once tasted forbidden fruit, both Linda and Steve knew they couldn’t let things end there and wanted to experience everything they possibly could.
My visits to their apartment became more frequent; all pretence at doing schoolwork was abandoned.
Most of the time, Linda would start things off. I would come over as invited to find her dressed only in a big tee shirt – which she would take off as soon as I came through the door. I would strip naked and we would fuck on the couch, then catch our breath, chat or maybe have dinner or just a few beers before going back to the couch and doing it all again.
Linda would remain naked all the time.
No two visits were the same. Depending on how we made out it could be teeth-mashing-tongue-fighting one day, then soft and light kissing the next. I loved to nibble her neck and ears. I adored running my hands all over her soft, smooth body. I especially enjoyed feeling her sweet, tight ass, then running my hands over her back and down her legs.
When I ate her pussy, it was beyond yummy. Her ass was so small I could put one cheek in each palm, raise her whole bottom to my face, spread her legs with my chin and just eat away forever. Linda would cum quickly and easily. When I went for a second round of orgasms, she would pound my shoulders with her fists, supposedly trying to get me to stop but then she would cum so hard the second time her legs almost crushed my head.
There was love everywhere. Linda loved having sex with someone other than Steve. Steve loved the fact that Linda loved it. He loved to watch her doing it too and of course, I loved the whole affair.
There was no guilt or jealousy, just pure raw sex between friends.
Soon they got me into the ‘let's expose Linda’ game too. Once when I went over, they took me with them to One Mile Hill. As we drove there, Linda and I started to make out. As we drove up the hill, the two of us got naked. When we reached the top of the hill, Linda and I got out of the car and started fucking while Steve watched us and looked out for approaching cars.
After we had cum, we rested. Then Linda took my cock in her mouth and gave me a blow job. By the time I had cum a second time, Steve was naked and ready to fuck Linda right in front of me.
Afterwards, we all went back to their place, showered and had something to eat. Then all of us stripped naked once again and Steve watched me and Linda have sex.
On another occasion, we took Linda to the nude beach. There, of course, everyone was naked but we made sure Linda kept her legs spread so her sweet pussy was always on display. The thought that any passing stranger could see her almost hairless slit turned Linda on big-time and led to some fun in the dunes afterwards.
Steve even liked it when Linda and I went out on a date without him. It was fun, his only request being that we could only fuck when we were back and he could watch. So of course, we did just that.
And so, the summer passed; a wonderful, magical mixture of love, sex, exhibitionism and of course, friendship.
But nothing lasts forever, however good it is, and our three-way relationship had to come to an end.
When it did, it ended strangely. There was no big row; no bust-up; no tearful parting of the ways.
Without anyone actually saying so, in the end, we all knew our cosy threesome had run its course and it was time to move on. We enjoyed a final fuck and a kiss goodbye, then they tried to be a couple again and I tried to be a better student.
That didn’t mean giving up on sex, of course. During my remaining days in school, I had dates both with students and with women from outside the college. Two were my age and married; one was half of a couple on my softball team, married to a very conservative man. Encouraged by one of her friends, she took a lover. He soon discovered that she had only ever had sex with her husband and in turn, persuaded her to experiment with other guys too.
Enter George once again!
She and I met while we were out for a walk. After that first encounter, I made sure my walks always passed by her house and after a few weeks, she invited me inside. Once inside the house, we started making out and from there, began an on-and-off tryst that lasted a couple of years.
It was a wonderful time which I still remember vividly. But I will never forget my first true cuckold couple.
And what about that happy couple?
Well, they are a couple no longer. Whether our summer of fun contributed to the break-up of their marriage, I won’t ever know, but I do know that Steve transferred to another school and Linda ended up with a doctor from the hospital in which she worked.
And, despite having been as close as friends could be, I eventually lost touch with them.
I’ve thought about the two of them a lot recently as this story has developed.
Be honest, George, you’ve thought about Linda a lot.
She’ll be in her mid-sixties now, she’ll probably be a normal, sensible doctor’s wife, she’ll play golf in sensible shoes, she’ll go to the right social events like a good, upstanding wife should. She might even go to church every Sunday. Hell, she’ll probably have a couple of kids about the same age as we were then, or maybe a bit older. She’ll disapprove of what their generation get up to, of course, hypocrisy coming with age.
I often wonder if her husband knows what she did back then. I wonder if the two of them did anything like it themselves? She was so into all that experimentation; can a leopard really change its spots that much?
I wonder what she looks like now; whether she still has that perfect figure, the model in miniature? Does she still have that pretty face; those firm rounded tits with their small dark nipples? Or have time and babies made them sag? And of course, does she still have that deep, tight pussy, the fist between her thighs? Or has childbirth taken its toll there too?
I wonder if she ever thinks about those times; about me.
Probably not. She’s probably made herself forget what she got up to during those amazing nineteen-seventies days. How for a short, crazy time she turned her shiny new husband into a cuckold and in a small way for a short time, belonged to me too?
Maybe it’s best that way for her and I hope she’s happy.
But it's something I will never forget.