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their come, but I was so horny it wasn't more than a few minutes before I came inside her too.
    Back in the truck she told me how much she had enjoyed our little adventure. Now she is always on the lookout for Ringer. I enjoyed it too, and I guess I wouldn't mind watching him fuck her again. There is one drawback though. For two days afterwards, she was too sore to sit and drive!—
L.E., Atlanta, Georgia
    SHE PLAYS BEACH BINGO WITH FIVE STRANGE MEN—AND HER HUSBAND, TOO
    My beautiful wife Gayle and I recently took a vacation trip to Florida. Our motel was on the beach, and during the day my gorgeous blonde twenty-four-year-old wife and I lay on the sand soaking up the sun. Gayle's five-foot-three-inch, one-hundred-fifteen-pound frame looked great in her small thong bikini. The guys on the beach couldn't help but check her out.
    One day I noticed three college-age guys about thirty feet in front of us, talking among themselves and smiling while glancing frequently in our direction. Soon they got up and began throwing a football around, but their real focus was on my wife.
    After a while I got up and asked the guys if I could join in, and as we threw the ball around, we started talking. One guy mentioned how sexy and good-looking my wife was, and then said he hoped I wasn't offended. I told him I wasn't.
    We took a break and sat down. One of the guys offered me a beer, then asked if Gayle might like one too. I called her over, and we all introduced ourselves and began chatting. The guys' names were Karl, John and Ben. The three of them continued checking out my wife as we talked.
    Gayle was sitting with her legs bent and slightly parted, her feet flat on the sand. This position enabled the guys to see her bikini-covered crotch as well as a bit of pubic hair peeking out the sides. I noticed their interest and so did Gayle, and she was evidently enjoying it. As the conversation continued she seemed to enjoy it more and more.
    After a while Gayle asked John to rub some lotion on her back, and he readily jumped at the offer. Gayle rolled over onto her belly, treating all of us to the sight of her perfect ass. John rubbed the lotion onto her back, starting at the shoulders and worked his way down. Gayle was purring like a cat. She spread her legs slightly and John took advantage of the implied invitation to rub the lotion on her upper thighs. He covered the backs and insides of her thighs, working his way up as high as he could. Then he moved to her ass, rubbing and kneading it. He glanced over at me, and I smiled to show him I had no objection to what he was doing. Gayle spread her legs a little wider and moaned softly as John rubbed her harder. Then suddenly she stopped him and said that was enough for now.
    John reluctantly stopped and we continued our conversation, although there was a lot of tension in the air. Gayle went on lying there with her legs spread. About half an hour later, she rolled over and asked Ben to put some more lotion on her. Ben began spreading it on her upper chest as the rest of us looked on. As he neared her tits everything got quiet. Ben rubbed the lotion on the slopes of her breasts, down to the bikini top. Then he skipped to her stomach. Having covered that, he moved down and, starting with her feet, began to work his way up her legs to the tops of her thighs. Gayle spread her legs once again. Ben massaged the lotion into her hips, then slipped around to her inner thighs. Gayle's breath began to come faster as his fingers worked around her crotch, eventually rubbing her pussy through her suit. At one point Ben boldly slipped his finger under the bikini bottom, and then actually slid one finger briefly inside her pussy.
    Suddenly Gayle sat up and said she had to go back to our room. She gathered her things and was gone in a few seconds. The guys looked puzzled. I apologized and said maybe we'd see them at the club later. I went back to the room and found Gayle lying on the bed, rubbing her pussy