Julie was 21-years-old when we met in the mid-70s. She was a petite and beautiful Native American with light brown skin. Her 100 pound body was topped off with silky brown hair that nearly reached her narrow waist. Her breasts were small but very firm and needed no support from a bra. Without a bra, her nipples made a definite impression on her blouse, and me.

I met Julie and her 25-year-old husband, Mike, while they were attending a CB (Citizen Band Radio) get together in central Arizona. Those gatherings were known as Breaks and were meant to allow CBers from a large geographical area to get to know each other and see the latest radio gear. The larger Breaks had numerous radio equipment venders. Some of the larger clubs would set up displays to attract new members.

Mike and Julie were attending their first Break. They had gotten an inexpensive radio a few weeks earlier and were just beginning to meet other CBers. They were with some old friends of mine, so I joined them. We were soon joined by other friends as we strolled the display area.

As evening approached, we were all tired and hungry. The group agreed to meet at a local diner when I noticed Mike and Julie were acting uncomfortable. I pulled them off to the side as we walked to our cars and asked what was bothering them. They were reluctant to say anything at first, but Julie finally admitted they couldn’t afford to go to dinner. Only Mike was working, and his job as a night clerk at a convenience store only paid a little over minimum wage.

It hadn’t been that long since I had worked at the minimum wage jobs, I was by no means rich, but I had a decent job, a late model car, my own place, and a few dollars to spend. Having been nearly broke myself, I insisted they join the group of friends for diner as my guest. It was Julie who convinced Mike to accept.

Mike and Julie seemed like a very friendly couple, especially Julie. At that point in time, nothing other than being friendly had crossed my mind. We had a great time at dinner. So, I suggested we do dinner again soon. We exchanged numbers and parted with hand-shakes all around.

The following Friday night, a date canceled on short notice due to illness. On the spur of the moment, I called Mike and Julie. Julie answered. I asked if they would like to go our for dinner and a drink on me. She quickly accepted, and I told her I’d be there in about an hour.

I had barely gotten into their drive, when Julie came bounding out and practically jumped into my front seat. She was dressed in a short black skirt that hugged her hips and a pale pink V-neck blouse that showed off her pert breasts. Again, she wore no bra. Her nipples were already beginning to harden. Pantyhose and low heels finished her attire. She looked and smelled delicious. What a knockout!

“Where’s Mike” I asked.

“Working!” she replied.

“Do we need to pick him up”

“No! He doesn’t get off until 5:00 AM.” A broad grin spread across her face as she spoke. “So, where are we going” she asked.

I told her I thought we might grab a burger and go to a nightclub I knew. They had a great all girl country band.

She said, “Good. I like country music.” As we pulled out of her drive, she slid over next to me and kissed my cheek. Since I had never dated a married woman, that sort of startled me, but not for long. My arm soon found its way around her shoulders, and I began rubbing her arm. I had decided that I would let her make all the initial moves since she was the one who was married.

By the time we had reached the burger joint, Julie had turned slightly to her right, leaned her head on my shoulder, and pulled my hand to her right tit. I gently rubbed her tit through her dress. Her tit was about the size of a ripe orange and a nice hand full. Her nipples were soon very hard. They were sticking out like little pencil erasers. They seemed to be trying to punch holes in her dress. During dinner, Julie told me Mike had been her first and only lover, and they had not been getting along for some time. She said he hadn’t touched her in over two months. He had told her he was too tired from working to make love to her. She suspected he had a girlfriend.

I decided Mike must have been some kind of idiot to ignore such a gorgeous creature like Julie, and I told her so.

We got to the nightclub just as the band was beginning to play. I ordered my typical CC and Coke and she ordered a Sloe Gin Fizz.

Julie really liked to dance. During the slow numbers, she cuddled closely and firmly ground her pussy into my crotch. She soon had my cock straining to be free. She seemed to melt as I grabbed both ass cheeks and squeezed hard. It was getting more and more difficult to remember she was a married woman.

When she had consumed half of only her second drink, I found myself practically dragging her around the dance floor. Only then did I find out she didn’t drink. I told her we needed to get her home. She only smiled.

With Julie nearly passed out in my lap, the ride home wasn’t nearly as much fun as it had promised to be. In order to get her into her door, I had to prop her against the wall, hold her there with my shoulder between her tits, an arm around her waist, and fish her keys from her purse with my free hand. As we got in her door, her legs decided they had gone as far as they were going to go. I carried her to her bed, undressed her, covered her, and gave her a soft goodnight kiss. As I exited her bedroom, she asked, “Aren’t you going to stay?”

I told her I’d love to, but she was in no condition to make such a decision. I told her I’d call in a few days and left.

Monday evening, Julie called me. She apologized for not telling me she didn’t drink, and said she didn’t remember too much of the ride home. She said she wanted to go out again. I agreed. Only this time there would be no drinking.

The following Saturday evening, I picked Julie up at about 7:00 PM. She was wearing another short skirt and snug V-neck blouse. This time there were no pantyhose, only ankle socks and tennis shoes. Her hair was pulled into a ponytail. What a sight! My cock started to respond almost immediately.

We had a nice dinner at a local steakhouse, caught a movie, and ended at my home for popcorn and TV. The popcorn never got made.

As soon as we entered my door, she kicked off her shoes and socks and began removing her blouse. This little gal was hot and wanted to fuck now! She said she wanted to make up for our last date.

I asked if she had ever stripped to music. She said, “No, but it sounds like fun.”

While I put on the music, Julie fastened her blouse.

When the music started, she told me to sit on the couch and not touch her until she said it was OK. She began swaying to the music and slowly unbuttoned her blouse again. Julie was a natural stripper. As her blouse fell away, she squeezed her tits together and pinched and pulled her nipples. They were almost as hard as my cock. The short skirt was the next to go. She thrust out her chest as she reached behind her waist to release the skirt’s button and zipper. She was then swaying in front of me in nothing but the smallest of silky bikini panties. The crotch of her panties was soaked with her juices. A few brief strokes to her pussy with her flattened hand, and the panties were quickly removed.

Julie was absolutely beautiful. Her pussy was covered with very fine hair, and it almost seemed hairless. She had tested my patience by not letting me touch her until she was completely naked. I had nearly gone nuts wanting to reach out and grab her. She slowly turned, came to stand in front of me, and said, “I’m yours! Do what ever you want with me.”

It was my turn to drive her crazy. From my seated position, I reached out and softly held her by her slender hips. Her whole body was so soft and smooth. Pulling her to me, I gently planted a kiss at the top of her pussy lips. She spread her legs, held the back of my head, and pulled my mouth to her pussy. A single long lick of her entire slit brought a sharp gasp from Julie. She breathlessly said Mike had never kissed her there. I told her,

“Baby, you’re in for the best night of you life, if you’ll let me do what I want to do to you.”

“Do anything you want!” she gasped.

With that I scooped her into my arms, and carried her to my bedroom. I gently laid her on my bed. I undressed and joined her on the bed. I began by gently kissing her mouth and stroking her tits. Her nipples, already erect, became even harder. I moved down to suck her tits. As Julie began to make low moans, I started lightly nipping and pinching her nipples. As her moans got more pronounced, I pinched and pulled harder and rolled her nipples between my thumb and fingers. In further response, she raised her chest toward my hands. As I lie next to her sucking her left tit, my left hand stroked the flat belly on its way to her pussy.

Another sharp gasp came from her as I stroked up and down her hot wet slit. Just as I came in contact wit her clit for the first time, she had an orgasm. Julie seemed to be a quiet cumer. She stiffened, pulled her legs together, thrust her pussy up to my hand, and hugged me tightly as a long moan came from deep within her. As she relaxed a minute, I told her it was OK to let her feelings out and make noise if she felt like it. My hand was still at her pussy and resumed stroking up and down. Soon, I let a finger, then two, slide inside her hole. She was very tight. Maybe she had been ignored too much lately. As my fingers worked their way into her tight hole, my thumb found her clit and began massaging it. Julie started tensing again, and I rubbed her clit a little harder. Her second climax hit much harder than the first. She began bucking like a rodeo horse, and cried out for more. I again let her relax for a minute. She said she had never cum twice in one night and never so hard. A large smile crossed her face when I told her the night had only just begun.

I then moved down and began kissing and licking her soaking pussy. I cupped both ass cheeks and lifted her to give me a better angle for my tongue to penetrate her pussy. My tongue worked in and out of her until her third orgasm began to build. When my mouth moved to licking and sucking her clit, my fingers reentered her pussy. Just as she began bucking wildly, I pulled my fingers out of her puss and found her asshole. She went wild when I shoved it in only to the first knuckle. A second knuckle entered her ass.

Julie was screaming, “Oh shit, fuck, eat me, more, more!”

As Julie came and thrust her pussy up to me, the whole finger slipped into her ass. I didn’t use more because I had other plans for that beautiful ass.

As she came down, Julie said she needed to rest just a bit. As we cuddled and talked, she admitted she liked my finger up her ass, but wanted me to be careful. She told me Mike had never eaten her, nor had he ever touched her asshole. All he ever did was finger her until she was wet, climb on, hump until he came, and roll off. She seldom had a orgasm.

I moved up beside her and held her tightly. She began stroking my rock hard cock. At six and a half inches, I’m not the biggest dick in the gym, but Julie said I was a little bigger than Mike. She was amazed she had cum three times, and I hadn’t even put it in her yet.

As Julie continued to stroke me, I started feeling that familiar stirring in my balls. I told her she needed to stop or I’d cum in her hand. I reached for her pussy but she said she still needed a little time.

“Have you ever given head?” I asked.

This beautiful, 21-year-old, married, woman said, “No, but I’ll try. Tell me what to do.”

I had her slide down my belly to where she was laying with her lips nearly touching the swollen head of my cock. I very gently pushed her down and told her to kiss and lick the top of cock. She did. She licked up the drop of precum that was there and softly kissed me. I told her to open her mouth and take a little of it in and suck. Without hesitation she took about two inches of me into her mouth and started sucking. Julie was the perfect student. She did everything I told her without question. As I continued to instruct her, she began bobbing up and down on my raging hard-on. She was licking the shaft and head with every up-stroke, and was soon hitting the entrance to her throat on the down-stroke.

I had her reposition so she was laying on top of me in the classic 69 position. With her dick in her mouth and her pussy at my head, I resumed eating her still tight pussy.

When I warned her I was about to cum, she didn’t say a word. She just took me in as far as she cold and sucked harder. She was holding my dick at the entrance OT her throat. I was too busy eating her sweet pussy to give any more warnings.

As I shot my first spurt, she jerked up about an inch, but went right back down and sucked even harder. She held right there for the second spurt. In my lust, I told her, “Take it down your throat baby.” She gamely tried but just couldn’t do it. She held me deep in her mouth until she sucked out every bit of my cum and swallowed it all.

I had continued eating her, and with my tongue as deep in her pussy as I could get it, she quickly had her fourth orgasm. This one was a little quieter that the last one. She merely ground her pussy into my face and grunted with each thrust of my tongue. Of course, it is difficult to scream when there’s a cock in deep your mouth. It was my turn to need rest.

After a bit of rest, I again began petting Julie’s pussy. She soon spread her legs wide. I crawled between them and resumed eating her. My licks became longer and lower. I pushed her legs up to where her knees were next to her tits. She grabbed the backs of her knees and held them there.

While eating her pussy, I lubed up a finger with her pussy juices. As she built toward another orgasm, I slipped a finger all the way into her pussy. Without warning, I removed my finger and moved my tongue from her pussy to her virgin asshole. A couple of licks and I drove my tongue into her asshole. Julie was near cumming again.

Julie’s asshole was too tight to fuck with just her own juices. I keep a tube of lubricant next to my bed. I don’t think Julie noticed when I reached for the lube. A generous glob of lube was put in and around Julie’s tight asshole. I carefully massaged her sphincter to help it relax. All the while, I was eating her pussy. By that time, she was thrashing around and bucking up and down as she rapidly approached her next orgasm.

I then lowered her legs a bit and lined up to invade her pussy with my cock. One long slow thrust buried my shaft to the hilt. I held there for a bit enjoying a very tight pussy. As I began stroking in and out, Julie began humping back. Soon, she brought her legs down and wrapped them around my waist. She was cumming again. I held tight into her depths as she thrashed beneath me. I was trying to not cum.

As her orgasm subsided, I resumed stroking her pussy. Damn she was still tight. I pulled her legs back up and stuck a finger back into her asshole. Julie’s eyes were somewhat glazed and nearly closed. A wide smile covered her face. Slowly I pulled out of her pussy and aimed my cock at her asshole. Thanks to the lube and her own juices, it took just a little pressure and the swollen head of my cock popped into her virgin asshole. Julie’s eyes sprung wide open. She tensed with the initial entry, but she soon relaxed as I held still.

“All right?” I asked.

She said, “Yes! Don’t stop!”

With that, I ever so slowly sank my dick into her no longer virgin asshole. A couple of quivers and a grimace or two were the only adverse reactions Julie had. When I was fully in her ass, I held still while she relaxed. The stroking began slowly at first. As I sped up, Julie started grunting and moaning every time I drove into her. She pulled her legs up further allowing me deeper penetration into her asshole.

After a few strokes, I was hammering into Julie’s ass as hard as I could. Thank God I had gotten off earlier. I never would have lasted past the first strokes into her hot tight ass. It seemed to be sucking me in every time I pulled back.

She then reached down, grabbed he ass cheeks, spread them wide, and yelled, “Yes! Fuck me harder! Fuck my ass! Oh God! I’m cumming again!”

As Julie came, so did I. I must have given her the biggest load of cum I’d ever had. I seemed to cum and cum.

When we settled down, I pulled out of her ass and gave her a few more strokes in her pussy. She just laid there holding her legs up and panting. Slowly, she lowered her legs and wrapped her arms around me.

As I pulled out, I noticed her asshole was still slightly open with a little cum dribbling out.

After resting, talking, and cuddling a while, we shared a shower and dressed. Julie told me she didn’t know it was possible to cum so hard, so many times, in so many ways.

I told her having the right partner makes it easy.I got Julie home about an hour before Mike was due. I never saw Julie, or Mike, again. When I called a couple of weeks later, their phone had been disconnected. Mike had quit his job a week earlier, and no one knew where they had gone. I wondered how long it was before Julie insisted someone eat her pussy or fuck her in the ass again. I wish her the best.

To Mike, and all the other men who ignore their wives: If you don’t take care of them, someone else will. It doesn’t matter if they’re young and gorgeous like Julie, or just another average, middle-aged, wife. She is appealing to someone. Maybe me!

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