Letter/Story 67 I’m So Horny!

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Hi to all of you in India, it is Shanti again.

        Thank you for such a good letter, Hansini. You did a good job. I especially enjoyed the part about playing strip chess. We talked about doing that once when we were at Sarvesh’s house, but we never did.
        That certainly is a new version of a stripping game.

        I also like your comments on Liz’s story. Did you read that, Mike, Peter and Steve? Hansini called you “funny fellows.” I think that is good! A good way of putting it, if you get my meaning.
        Thank you also for your comments about my story on the beach. Yes, it was very sexy. I was so excited and turned on by it all. When I did cum, it was so intense. Just thinking about it again while I am writing to you, it’s sexy.
        I don't know that you could plan for something like that to happen. You just need to take advantage of it if it happens. A lot sexier, don't you think? Writing about it now is turning me on again. LOL Enough of that! I have to get this completed for Jenny's letter.

        Jenny has written the story for this letter, but before I hand it over to her, just let me give you some of the news first.
        Here in New Zealand, we are all doing very well.
        Of course, you may know that Jenny and Peter had two lovely daughters, Carol and Kirsten. She was very happy to get through it; she had a very hard time in labour. But once it was all over, both Mum and the twins are now doing fine. Lizamoa went over to help when her time came and was with her the whole time in the delivery room.

        The other big news is that Lizamoa and Joseph have now moved into their house, and they are so happy with it. Well, they were only there for a few weeks when my friend realised she needed to sell. It appears that her mother is very sick and she is moving to Napier to look after her. Joseph and Lizamoa were very upset at the thought that they would lose their lovely house.
        Then Mike suggests, “Why don’t you buy it yourself?”
        They went to the bank and explained what had happened. At first, the bank was not particularly interested because Joseph and Lizamoa had only recently moved to New Zealand.
        Finally, they convinced the bank to at least run a credit check on them. The bank saw they had a good deposit (proceeds from their house in India), Joseph had a safe permanent job, and after checking their savings history with their bank manager in India (Sarvesh), the bank decided to give them a mortgage loan.
        Joseph is also very happy with his job, too. He has almost finished his training, and I hear the Head Ranger wants Joseph to review some of the operations within the park and see if any improvements can be made. Joseph thinks his final role will be more than just an ordinary Park Ranger because they recognise his leadership ability and experience.
        Joseph likes working in the park too. He still thinks it is one of the most beautiful places he has seen. He comes home, going on about the things he has seen and done. Lizamoa says it is not so normal for him to talk about his work like that. So he must be really into and enjoying his job.

        As I said, Jenny will be providing the story in this letter. So let me hand this letter over to her now.

"I'm so Horny."

Hi from Jenny:-
        This is the first time I am actually writing something myself into the Letters Book. I know I helped Joseph and added a lot to that story about our night in India, Letter 57 Extra Story Three, but I never really have written anything myself. Now I come to my own story. The timing is great, too, because I have some time on my hands while the twins are sleeping.
        As has already been explained in Lizamoa’s story about my naughty adventure with her husband Joseph, during my pregnancy, I became very large. Of course, this was because I was having twins, but also it was partly due to the fact that I have a smaller build than most other women, so to carry two babies around, I began to stick out much more compared to my size.
        Now, as soon as we realised that I was pregnant, Peter began a series of photos. About every two weeks, I removed my clothes, and I posed nude for five photographs in exactly the same positions. They were a front view, a back view, the view from the side, then one of me sitting down and finally one taken of me lying on my back.
        We have placed these in an album, and we also put some of them together into a slide show. Recently, we decided to show our friends our slideshow. They were interested in the development and changes in my body. Of course, the most obvious change was my belly, but there were other changes, such as my breasts as well.
        The last few photo sets were after the birth, which was also interesting, showing how my body returned to some kind of normal, although you can never expect it to be completely the same after that.
        What surprised everybody was my willingness to still wear a bikini, or, when we went to the Nude Nights, go completely nude. In fact, I think I look better being totally naked than when I tried to fit into my bikini. Being nude, you can just let things hang naturally. Also, it was good being in the warm water because it took some of the extra weight and gave my poor feet a rest.

        The other thing about my pregnancy was that I was incredibly horny all the time. I was ready to pounce on Peter whenever he walked through the door. And that went for you, other guys, as some of you found out. I just could not get enough of it. You have heard of pregnant women having cravings; well, my craving was for sex, lots of sex, as much as I could get.
        One day, I was telling this to Lizamoa and Shanti. They were laughing about it, thinking it was a great joke, but I am sure they didn’t realise how serious the problem was. Peter was away for a couple of weeks in Japan, looking at buying cars, so I was telling them I had no idea what I would do for the evening. It was then they may have realised I really was getting desperate.
        That evening, I got a phone call from Shanti. “Hi Jenny,” she said. “Liz and I were talking about your problem on the way home. I think you had better get your clothes off. Mike and Joseph are on the way over.”
        Wow! That was a shock. Lizamoa and Shanti had arranged for their husbands to come and pay me a visit. It was nice of them, and nice of the guys too. Or maybe I should say nice for the guys. Ha. Ha.
        Well, I was ready for them when they arrived. I met them at the door, stark naked. We didn’t even make it to the bedroom, but did it on the floor by the fire. I took them both and was still ready for more. They lay me down and gave me a wonderful massage until I became so overcome with my lust that I wanted them again. Then they both took me again.
        When I still wasn’t ready to stop, they did oral on me, giving my wet pussy the full treatment until I was bucking around, crying out with the intensity of my cums.
        Then they left me for a few minutes while they went downstairs to raid Peter's beer fridge. They came back with a couple of bottles each, and while one sat watching, the other one did me before they swapped places so the second man could do me too.
        During the evening, I had sex so many times that I lost count of the number of orgasms. It was a good evening, but I was exhausted! They helped me upstairs and put me in bed. They pulled the warm covers up over me and sat one on each side of the bed, talking while they finished the proceeds of another raid on Peter's fridge. I listened to their talking and jokes for a while until I nodded off to sleep. I didn’t hear them go, but they weren’t there in the morning.
        Thanks for your help, guys. I needed that! Ha. Ha.
        I'm sure Peter must have noticed a six-pack of those special beers was gone, but he didn't say anything to me. Probably thought it was the price of keeping his horny wife happy.

        When I told Peter on the phone the next day, he thought it was funny. He said, “When a girl’s husband is away, normally she gets a friend’s husband to help her fix a light bulb or a leaking tape, little jobs like that. You got them to fix you in bed.”
        “No! No, Peter!” I protested. “It wasn’t like that at all. They didn’t fix me in bed. We didn’t even make it to the bed. They did it on the lounge floor.”
        “Well, that’s even worse,” he laughed. “When I get back, I’m going to install new locks on all the doors and windows.”
        “Why Peter? Aren’t you happy that they came over?”
        “No, not locks to keep Joseph and Mike out. Locks to keep you in! You're becoming a danger to society.”
        With a laugh, that was how we ended the call.

        That wasn’t the only time a guy called around to help a damsel in distress during those nine months. I remember Steve turned up with Peter one evening. They had brought home pizza with them. I was so horny I couldn’t wait for dinner. I was all over Steve straight away, tearing at his clothes to get them off. Well, the outcome was that while Steve and I were into it on the couch, Peter sat across the room watching.
        The sex was good. I pushed him back onto the couch and sat over him, a leg on each side. So he was inside me, thrusting up at me as I worked my hips. When that had sent me off, we changed positions. I sat on the edge of the couch while he fucked me from the front. While he did, I rubbed at my clit with my fingers, which sent me to another couple of orgasms. Finally, I bent over the armrest while he took me from behind to finish himself off.
        All this time, Peter had sat munching on pizza, watching us.
        We asked him about it later, and he said, “Well, I have to keep my strength up, don’t I?”

        Then later, not forgetting what happened at the hot pools. That was fairly late in my pregnancy. (See Letter/Story 64)
        I was quite large by then. I must have been quite a sight bulging out of my bikini like that, but I didn't care about that; I was just enjoying the warm water. It was Nude Night, so later, when we could go nude, I got rid of the bikini and was a lot more comfortable.
        But I was still horny and ready for sex.
        I’m not sure even Joseph was ready for that one. It just started with me touching him and stroking him hard, but I just got a bit carried away. I know he wasn’t expecting what happened next. In fact, I don’t think any of them were. I think I practically raped him that night in the pool!
        It started when he lifted me into the pool, and I felt his body against mine. I should have left it there, but no, not me, I reached out and touched him. The excitement of feeling him getting hard was more than I could take. Suddenly, I wanted him so bad, I wanted that big cock inside me. I rolled over onto him with a knee on the seat of each side of him, and with ease, he slipped inside me. Actually, for my size, I thought I did that rather well.
        Anyway, it was good sex, and soon I was getting ready to cum. I knew the others were all watching. I could hear the jokes they were cracking, but I didn't care; I just wanted sex and the relief only an orgasm would give me. When my cum hit me, it was a good one. For a second, I remember thinking maybe I had beaten him, but no, he was right with me.
        So that was my sex session in the spa pool. A job well done, if you ask me.

        Now I remember, there was actually another night at the hot pools. Earlier in my pregnancy. It was a normal night when swimsuits were required. Of course, I wore a bikini so I could stick out in the area between the two parts.
        We were with Mike and Shanti; the others couldn't make it, it being a weeknight. It was getting late, towards closing time, and not so many people were around. I was getting worked up a bit with Mike. We were standing in shoulder-deep water, and I was up against him, my hands all over his body, yes, especially down there. It didn't take me long to get a reaction either.
        I wanted more, so we decided to try the changing rooms. The plan was for me to go into the ladies', check the coast was clear, then signal him to follow. Once we were locked in a cubicle, we would be safe as long as we didn't make too much noise. Well, that was a plan anyway.
        It went OK, and soon I had Mike in a cubicle with me. His swim shorts were soon gone, and my bikini bottom quickly followed. He pushed me back against the wall, and I felt his cock press up into me. I think the excitement of where we were was getting to him.
        We were just getting to the best bit when we heard two girls walk into the changing room. I tried to hold it, but my orgasm hit me. I couldn't help it; it was so intense that I let out a gasp before he covered my mouth with his hand.
        But the girls outside must have heard me.
        "Are you all right?" one of them asked.
        "Yes," I managed to say, still recovering. "I bumped my knee on the seat."
        Well, I had to say something. It was the first thing I thought of.
        "Well, be careful," she replied as she walked away.
        We waited, and soon the girls had gone. Mike hadn't cum so I got down on my knees and gave him a hot blowjob to finish him off. As he cum I took it all, swallowing everything he gave me. Extra protein for the babies. Ha! Ha!
        We put our togs back on, and gently I opened the door. I heard a shower going, but I thought that was next door in the boys'. No, the coast was clear, and so we stepped out. The shower next door had now stopped. We stood there for a second while I gave him another hug.
        We had just turned to leave when suddenly someone came out of the shower room. She was completely naked. She was so shocked to see us that it was a moment before she thought to cover herself.
        Then she smiled, "So that's what the noise was," she laughed. "Did you guys have fun?"
        What could I say? "Yes, it was," I replied. "It was very good."
        "I know you did," she laughed. "But what about him? Did he get off?"
        I notice that by then she had dropped her towel away from her body.
        "Yes, I took care of him."
        "Nothing like the thrill of sex where you might get caught," she laughed as she walked past us, still naked.
        "Even more fun when you get caught," I returned.
        I heard her give a laugh as she added, "Take care of that knee."
        Back in the water, Mike was telling Peter and Shanti what happened. They were laughing, thinking to was a great story.

        Well, finally, I have had the twins, and things have returned to normal. By that I mean my 'cravings', but I've always enjoyed sex and am usually ready for some fun in bed.
        One night, we were sitting watching TV when Peter brought up a concern about all this.
        “What if our daughters were taking note of your behaviour,” he asked me one day.
        “They won’t know what’s going on.”
        “Sure, they will with all that was going on just outside.”
        “Well, they won’t know what was happening.”
        “On they will,” he replied. “They will know now that if you feel horny, you are allowed to nearly rape your husband every night. And if he isn’t available, you can invite all your friends’ husbands over and rape them instead. And if you are naked at the hot pools, any poor guy nearby is fair game too!”
        “Peter! I wasn’t that bad. Was I?”
        “Oh, just ten times worse.”
        “I’m sorry!”
        “No, not at all. But you'd better explain it to your daughters, or else once they become teenagers, we’re in big trouble,” he said, beginning to laugh.
        I then realised that he had been having me on.
        A bit later that evening, I got up to switch the TV off and go up to bed. With the twins, I have to get sleep whenever I can, and that meant sometimes I went to bed at different times than Peter, who had to work in the morning. Seeing a chance to be together, I went over to him. Bending down and kissing him, I said.
        “Come on, honey. Let’s go up to bed.”
        I meant to sleep, but he didn't take it that way. He suddenly jumped up, wrapped his arms around his head, and cried. “Oh no! Not the bed! The bed! Not the bed! Please, not the bed again!”
        I just gave him a playful slap around the ear to shut him up and said, “Stop messing me around and get up to the bedroom. Now!”

        As I finish this, the twins are asleep tonight, so it’s a quiet evening as I sit writing. Peter is across the table doing some bookwork. He has stopped now as I’ve been reading some of this letter out to him.
        Oh, no! This is all I have time to write now. I've got to go. Peter is asking me to come to bed for some fun.
        These randy husbands, they're a problem, aren’t they? Ha! Ha!

                So, bye for now.
                        From Jenny.

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