My Hot Wife has Many Secrets

Before I married my beautiful and sexy wife, Julie, 10 years ago, we dated for over 5 years, though never exclusively.

I guess I should have known from her sexy dresses and outright promiscuous behavior from our dating days that she would stray outside of our marriage.

The difference is, back in the 1990s, when we dated, her behavior made me almost insanely jealous. When I learned not long ago that I was the husband of a truly hot wife, on the other hand, it turned me on immensely and the thought of her in action makes my cock twinge with excitement.

Julie’s looks are what can only be described as unique. At first sight, one might overlook her (unless she is dressed provocatively, which she often is). But upon closer examination, she never fails to turn heads. She has lustrous dark brown hair, eyes to match and a naturally tan complexion.

When we were dating, Julie’s trademark was short skirts. Her legs are incredible, not thin, but the nicely toned legs of a real athlete and, though she denies this, she has always loved to show them off in mini-skirts, including a micro-mini with fur trim she once wore on a date with another guy, along with ankle boots. On that particular night she showed up at a party that I was already at and every man in the place turned and gawked when she walked in. At the time, I was insanely jealous, but thinking back on it now absolutely makes my cock raging hard. I have no doubt that she fucked that lucky guy’s brains out that night. It drove me crazy at the time knowing that. Today, it drives me wild for a completely different reason.

There was another time when I got lucky with Julie that brings back sensationally sexy memories. I didn’t know what prompted this at the time, but one Saturday afternoon, Julie showed up at my apartment wearing very short cut-offs, cowboy boots and a leotard top. She also had her hair down and just the right touch of eye shadow, blush, eye liner and lip gloss. WOW.

One thing led to another and soon I was rubbing her wet pussy through those denim shorts and we fucked and sucked until Sunday morning, when she had to get ready for a date with another guy that night.

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Catholic Schoolgirl

It was boring…damn it was boring. I’d been a college professor, for God’s sake. A Ph-fucking-D in American Literature & Writing. So what the hell was I doing teaching at Our Lady Of Mercy high school? Well, to make a long story short, it was money. Universities don’t pay assistant professors worth a damn and OLM (Old Laid Maids, to the cognoscenti), a conservative, full-student-uniform, old line Catholic private academy, had offered me a cool $10,000 more than Eastman City University to teach their “girls” about The Scarlet Letter and other tripe, oh excuse me, classics. So, I was bored.

Most of these girls were nice enough, maybe too nice, and not overly bright. 

They were at OLM because Mom & Dad wanted to keep them safe from boys. Naturally, while their parents paid a hefty tuition to get their girls ready for college and keep their virginities intact, the girls took every opportunity to mess around, both with boys and – oh shock, oh horror – each other. The rumor mill was constantly grinding out new salacious stories. Kirsten G had balled the football star from Cardinal O’Malley High School (better known as “Carnal & Manly”); Alicia S was in a lesbian tryst with her boyfriend’s older sister, and so on. It was enough to make you laugh out loud.

And the faculty — mostly older men, over 50 and married, or nuns & priests. There were only four of us who were under 50 and secular — myself, Sarah Jenkins (biology), Alex Fernandez (Spanish & French), and Molly Poulan (American History). Naturally, rumors had us all linked in a variety of wild sexual relationships. Naturally, they were all, all wrong. Molly was engaged, Alex gay, and Sarah only vaguely interested. We had gone out a few times, even slept together once, but nothing came of it. Me, Dr. Fisher, I was single and lonely and horny and bored.

Until (oh you KNEW there was an “until” didn’t you?) Megan Renzo walked into my English 12 class. She was a transfer from the public schools and acted like she didn’t fit in. The rumor mill had it that she had been “involved” with her music teacher and that the scandal got him fired and her packed off to OLM. Her Daddy was a lawyer and filthy rich, so Megan got in without passing an entrance examination and with the understanding that she would sail through OLM and get shipped off to a nice catholic girls college where she would stay to earn her Mrs.-degree. She had every likelihood to be trouble for us, and she knew it.

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Cheating Anal Wives

“You didn’t!” Wendy gasped when Lynn told her about the encounter with Ken, how she had finally cheated on her husband with another guy. It was really outrageous. She, a wealthy suburban wife, meeting a surfer on the beach and then actually doing it with him in the back of his van!

“I did,” Lynn said with the satisfied smile of a cat who’s just consumed a big bowl of cream

She went into all the details, describing Ken’s cock to Wendy, who, of course, drooled hearing Lynn’s description. Lynn told her about everything they did in the back of his van. Wendy got so excited listening to all the scorching details that afterwards the two wives just had to pull down their jeans and panties and have a go at it themselves. 

Lynn saw Ken the surfer again, this time at his surprisingly swank beachside Santa Monica apartment. He was only twenty, but it turned out he was a championship surfer and made quite a bit of money from competitions and his endorsements. Upstairs, she found that he did indeed have a nice, big bed for her, not just the back of a surfer’s van. And boy did the two of them ever have fun on that bed that time, and several more times! Naturally Wendy heard all about these encounters as well

“Maybe you can join the two of us. You know, I’ve told him all about you, and about us, how you’re married too, how the two of us like to fool around. You know guys. He just loved hearing about that, about a couple of wives having sex with each other, cheating on their husbands that way,”” Lynn said to Wendy one day after she described her latest encounter with Ken, a description which again provoked some serious cunnilingus on the part of the two wives, as well as extensive play with Wendy’s vibrating dildo. 

“Join you two?” Wendy said, a little stunned. Wendy had yet to cheat on her husband, Lynn knew, apart from her liaisons with Lynn. But the more Lynn told Wendy about her own transgressions, the more tempted Wendy became, Lynn could clearly see. 

“Yeah, I even asked Ken what he’d think if I brought you over with me some day,” Lynn said. “You can imagine his answer.”

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My Friends Sister and Girlfriend

After college I worked for a company that moved me around the country for a few years. Eventually I was brought back home and moved in with my buddy Jim who had his own house. Another one of our buddies was living with Jim, but he was moving out to buy his own place so the timing was perfect. Jim’s Master Bedroom was on the first floor and my guest bedroom was on the second floor. Jim was dating a girl named Gina who was real nice, had long, dark hair, was about 5′ 6″ and weighed about 140 lbs. She was by no means fat, but she was curvy. She had a nice pair of 36DD tits. I know because when she would spend weekends at our place she would leave her overnight bag in Jim’s room and when they weren’t around I would go through the bag to see what my buddy was working with.

On one particular summer weekend my buddy Jim’s sister, Tia, was in town. She was staying in a guest bedroom on the first floor next to Jim’s room. I had known Tia since she was in the grade school and practically considered her my sister. I didn’t talk or text her as the years went by, but every so often we would email just to see how each other were doing. Tia loved to drink and party so it was no surprise that when she graduated college she got a job as a club promoter. That meant Tia usually slept during the day and “worked” at night. Tia was 5’3″, weighed about 110 lbs, and she had a very athletic build to her. Growing up Tia always had small little tits but after college she changed that and got some massive implants. On her small little frame one might argue that she went to big, but at the club, in a tank top, those things were like cannons on her chest and any heterosexual guy would have to look at them. She also loved to go tanning so her olive colored skin contrasted nicely with her blonde hair.

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The Boss

I was so excited about my first real job since I got out of college. The company was big and I knew that if I did my job well I could retire from here very well off financially. For the first couple of months everything was going great. My coworkers were nice, my bosses praised my work, and I had never been happier. But, as with all things in life, there were going to be some bumps in the road. And, as it turned out, my bump was going to be Mrs. Taylor. 

Mr. Taylor was the CEO of my company and his wife also held a very high position in the company. From what I heard they started this company fresh out of college and built it into a solid company by the time they were in their mid forties. As luck would have it a bigger kid on the block wanted to buy up the competition and the Taylor’s company was the one they targeted first. Rumors had it that the buyout made them both very wealthy and the new management wanted to keep them around for at least ten more years.

The Taylors were a great set of bosses. They treated the employees very well and everyone had a lot of respect for them and what they had done, including yours truly. I almost viewed them as sort of surrogate parents. The only problem was I was starting to develop a huge crush on Mrs. Taylor. She was a very beautiful older woman. She had a body that was curved by the years, but very sexy curves. I would guess her to be about 145 lbs, dark brown hair, big tits, and a sexy set of green eyes that seemed to burn to your very soul. 

At first I didn’t notice how sexy she really was, but as I started to take note of her through the months I became more and more attracted to her. She wore business suits to work that were pretty conservative. I loved the times when she would have me work on an assignment that caused me to report directly to her. The day she finally had me wrapped around her finger was on one such occasion. I was working on a very high profile report and she had called me into her office to review what I had done so far. I gazed at her while she reviewed it and took time to notice every aspect of her beauty. I was thinking to myself that this had to be the sexiest older woman I had ever seen. Until Mrs. Taylor I had never really thought about women that much older than me. 

I must have been daydreaming about her when she said, “Brian did you hear what I just said?”

“Uh, I’m sorry Mrs. Taylor what was that again?”

“Brian I need you focused on this assignment. Is that going to be a problem for you?”

“No ma’am not at all.”

She walked around the desk with the report in her hand. She leaned over to show me something in the report when I noticed that her blouse was open and I had a full view of her magnificent tit right in my face. She wore a pink satin bra with lace trim. I also noticed that her nipples were straining against the material. Oh how I would love to release them and suck them into my mouth. I tried as hard as I could to stop staring, but I had grown to be so fond of her I just couldn’t make myself to look away. The words coming from her mouth we just blah, blah, blah. All I was doing was admiring her tits. I realized that I was starting to get hard which made me nervous. What would I say if I tented my pants right there in front of her? I had to look away. But my gaze just kept coming back to her tits. I looked down and I could see the outline of my cock straining against the leg of my pants. I hoped Mrs. Taylor hadn’t noticed it as well. How embarrassing.

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My Wife at the Adult Club

It was Friday afternoon and Judy called me at work to tell me that she had made reservations for us at a comedy club in a nearby town. When I got home, she hadn’t started getting ready yet. It would be a couple of hours before we went out. The club didn’t get going until after 10pm. She asked me what I wanted her to wear and I said to wear something that would excite me. I was sitting watching the news when she came out in an off-white jersey dress that barely hid her ass. It was very low cut, short, and showed her curves very nicely. It was obvious that there was nothing under the dress. Her dark nipples and mound could be clearly seen through the material. I set some expectations that this was going to be a great night!

We arrived at the club a little after 10pm and we were lead to our table near the stage. When she sat in her chair she actually set her bare ass on the seat. The dress was too short to cover her backside as she sat. We had dinner and watched the show. Judy got up several times to go to the rest room and attracted lots of attention. After a bit she asked to leave. She said that she was getting bored and wanted to have some fun.

We knew of a gentleman’s club across town that had a nice couples club that played good music and was lots of fun. We got there a little after midnight and the place was already jumping. We went to the couples’ area with the dance floor. On the other side of the club was an area with several stages where the dancers performed. We found a seat in the couples area at the bar and ordered drinks. When Judy sat up on the bar stool she offered a clear view of her trimmed bush to everyone walking by. She knew that she was doing this and even spread her legs as the guys walked by. She liked to look them right in the eye and smile as they were caught looking; she got a charge out of embarrassing them.

A couple of guys that we knew came up to the bar and bought us drinks and remarked that Judy was creating a traffic jam. She turned toward them and spread wide and asked whatever did they mean and we all laughed. We joined them at their table and danced awhile. When Judy put her arms around my neck to dance her dress pull up far enough to expose a good portion of her ass to the crowd. I could easily rub her bare bottom as we danced. I whispered in her ear that she was putting on quite a show and she asked if I was enjoying it. She could tell by the hardness pressed against her. I pushed a little harder and she said “good”.

She danced several dances with our two friends; to both fast and slow songs. She couldn’t have acted any sexier! I could see during the slow dances that her bare ass was being caressed by both of them. After a bit one of them suggested that we join them on the other side and watch the dancers. Judy took one of the guys’ hands to slide off the chair and her dress slid up above her ass giving everybody in the place a shot of her from the waist down (front and back). She knew that she was creating a scene and loved it. I was getting turned on watching all the attention she was getting from our two friends. It was easy to tell by her nipples that she was enjoying it and the more she drank the bolder she got.

We found a table not too close to any of the stages and ordered some drinks. There were a number of totally naked dancers throughout the club. Most were giving table dances or sitting with the guests. We spent a while comparing girls and giving them scores from one to ten depending on the size of their breasts or shape of their asses. Shortly after 2am they announced an amateur contest; the winner would win $500 and all the girls dancing could continue to dance for tips as long as they wanted to stay on one of the stages or on the floor. Our two friends suggested that Judy enter but she would have none of it. Several girls went up one at a time and we did our own one to ten grading of each of the girls. Our friends kept bugging Judy and telling her that the girls were nothing compared to her. Well, I guess the drinks were getting to her and she told them she would go up only if I wanted her to. I was loving everything that was going on all evening. I had been fingering her while we sat at the table and she was showing off most everything already. I told her to go for it.
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Webcam Wife

My wife Dee is a total knockout. Five-foot-nine with legs that won’t stop. She has a perfectly toned body that weighs 130 pounds on a “heavy” day. She got a boob job in college before I met her, but they are perfectly round 36-inch c-cups. Her cropped blonde hair outlines a super cute face. She loves to have sex in any of her three holes.

But while this is all great, she is also very much a passively sexual person. She rarely, if ever, takes the lead in sex. Even though she has had a boob job, she dresses very conservatively always worried she is showing off too much. Over the course of the two years of our marriage, I have tried to get her to loosen up, but she always has rebuffed my attempts telling me that sex is for the privacy of the people involved.

I know this sounds odd for a lady that has had a boob job, but apparently she was a very small a-cup. One of her friends told me that I had a bigger chest than she did and that she was even more shy then than she is now. She got the implants after her sophomore year at college and her self-esteem improved, but she remained very shy about her body.

That is, until recently. I have a job that takes me out-of-town every Wednesday and Thursday. A few months ago, Dee blew my world apart, for the good, when she met me at the door in a sheer baby doll, g-string and platform heels. She had my pants down and cock in her mouth before I could even set my bags down. She had never done anything like this before. That entire night, she took the lead and we fucked for hours on end that night. I was so turned on by her aggressiveness that I was able to “perform” five times.

I began to notice that she was more horny than usual, and she began to meet me after my trips in various fantasy outfits. After a few weeks, my curiosity began to get the best of me. Why was she all of a sudden acting like this? Of course, I immediately began to suspect an affair, but also realized that an affair probably wouldn’t increase the amount of sex I was getting.

I tried to check our computer history, but my wife was smart enough on the computer to erase anything that would be happening on there, which she had already done. I thought about trying to rig our computer video camera to spy on the bedroom, but that would be impossible to hide. Anyway, my business laptop wouldn’t be able to network into the camera from a remote position, halfway across the country. I racked my brain for an idea before my next trip.

Finally, I decided to install a “parent control” spy program that would send me the addresses of sites she would go to and access to any usernames and passwords she used. I installed the program the night before I left for San Diego.

The next day I left and attended to my usual business at my company’s other site. However, my mind was on what Dee might be up to. I got back to my room that evening and logged onto my email to see what had happened, but I quickly found out that she had not been on the computer all day.

I thought about going out to dinner, but I wanted to be ready for any internet traffic that would be reported to me so I ordered room service and waited. What was she up to? I couldn’t think of anything that could explain her sudden change in behavior. An affair was possible, but didn’t make sense either.

For what seemed like 10 hours, I stared at my email box, waiting for something, anything. Finally, about 8:00 an email popped up on my screen. She was going to a website. I quickly jotted it down and went to it. It was a voyeur porn site. Porn, I thought. That is what got her all riled up? Again, it didn’t make sense. We had watched porn before, even strolled around the internet for it. She liked it, but it never made her aggressive in bed before.

I was trying to follow her steps, but the site blocked me from going any further, since she had already logged on. I decided to create my own account and try to follow her at the site, just to see what she was up to on the site. Since I knew her username, I used the site’s member search.

Her name popped up with “Live Now!” next to her user name. I clicked her user name and just about fell out of my chair when I got to the next screen. My wife was sitting in our computer chair, on our webcam, looking at the screen and typing something. The catch to this was that she was wearing a pink see-through bra with her nipples looking like diamond cutters, a very skimpy pink panty and pink thigh high stockings with platform heels.
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Grope Box

I was at the erotic ball with my hubby and a few friends. It was the first time we had ever done something like this. The erotic costumes everyone was wearing had me all steamed up. Everywhere I looked attractive men and women were walking, dancing, kissing and fucking in all sorts of amazingly erotic attire.

Let me go back for a minute.

I’m 35, married, and rather timid sexually. I mean, I like sex. Don’t get me wrong. But sexually I have only been with my husband. We met in college, fell in love, and married. Sadly, he was found to have a really low sperm count, and so we have never had children.

Our good friends John and Cheryl kept nagging us to come with them to the erotic ball. They had always told us about it, and while it sounded really sexy and fun to me, Tony was against it, asking me why we would ever want to go to something like that? Anyway, finally he had agreed, and here we were. He was wearing conservative boxer shorts, preferring to be tame. I, on the other hand, had let Cheryl dress me. To say my costume was sexy would be an understatement. It was totally hot!

I was wearing what I would call a jumpsuit. Cheryl told me it is called a ‘Cat Suit’. Anyway, it is made from some kind of really stretchy, skin tight material, and is black shiny in colour. It has a really funny zipper down below, which means I can go to the toilet if I need to! It’s a good thing too, because it took me almost five minutes to get my curvy body into it when we dressed earlier tonight! Tony kept complaining that people could see every inch of me through the shiny, tight material. In truth, I felt the sexiest I have ever been when I looked in the mirror and noticed how I looked in it. I actually undid the zipper at the front a little further to reveal some more of my boobies. I know Tony doesn’t like me showing them off, but Cheryl told me he was being silly, and I should “live dangerously” and flash a little! On my feet I was wearing a pair of Cheryl’s heels. They were really high and I found it hard to walk in them at first, but now I had gotten used to them and was actually able to dance in them! The naughtiest thing about me was that, without Tony knowing, I had taken off my panties and bra!! Cheryl has explained that she could see the lines of them through the Cat Suit, and that I really must take them off. I’ve never gone without underwear before, but, in truth, it felt really nice!

Anyway, back to the present!

I was returning from the bathroom, having needed to pee, when something interesting caught my eye. In one corner of the main dance area was a large box. It was made of timber, and it had all these weird kind of holes in the sides, at all different heights. As I stood against the wall watching, I noticed several people go inside. Usually they came out giggling or looking rather flustered, and at first I couldn’t figure out why. Then, as I moved closer, I was able to see what was happening. I blushed and a hot feeling came all over my body as I realised the holes were for other people to reach in and touch them as they stood inside the box!

“It’s a grope box. Does it interest you?” a strange voice asked.

I jumped at the closeness of the voice behind me.

“There, there. Don’t be frightened. I’m Richard, and I run this place. First time tonight?” he asked me.

He was tall, and was wearing a pair of black leather pants, boots and a funny cross over kind of thing on his muscled chest. I almost lost my breath at the proximity of this man as he spoke.

“Umm yes. My first time. Annnd….ummm, yes. I find it ……very……intriguing!” I told him.

I felt like a giddy school girl, and I instantly panicked and looked for Tony, but he was nowhere to be seen.

“Well, welcome. I hope you enjoy the night. If you feel brave enough, you should go and have a closer look at the grope box. Who knows? You might even like it!” Richard informed me.
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Wife and the Poolboys

It is a hot summer morning; Lisa’s husband Larry has left for work. Her kids are spending some quality summer time with other relatives on the other side of town. Lisa spends her day relaxing in the quiet house for some much needed personal time. At about noon Lisa go out to her luxurious pool and decide to take a dip. Noticing that the pool needs cleaning, Lisa goes back inside to call the pool cleaners. They let her know that it will take about 2 or 3 hours for them to arrive due to scheduling.

Lisa goes back to her bedroom, not thinking about the day or her pending visitors and put on the skimpiest bikini she owns, one that barely covers her luscious MILF nipples. After she put on her bikini, she glances at the mirror and notices her areolas are not covered very well. Lisa do not think to much about it as she know that no neighbors can see her for some distance away, and she want a tan with as little tan lines as possible. Lisa stops by the kitchen on her way to the pool and grabs a pitcher of iced tea in the refrigerator to take to the pool.

Once there she adjusts her lounger to get the best angle of the son. Finally she lies down, and put her sunglasses on and begins to rub oil all over her body. After about an hour, two young men approach enter her back yard. She are not paying any attention as the music she are listening to in her MP3 has she enjoying her life to the fullest.

Lisa is startled by one of the young men who gently nudge her arm. Quickly she look up at them and notice that she do not recognize them. She grabs her towel to cover herself. “Ma’am we are here to clean the pool,” Timmy says with a bright smile. Timmy is 19 years old, about 6′ 1″ 185 lbs with light brown hair & clean shaven face. He is also muscular & has a little tiny patch of chest hair on his well defined chest. He introduces himself and his partner Johnny. Johnny is 18 and stands about 5′ 10″ 180 lbs with dark hair & a close shaven goatee. Lisa notices that Johnny has well defined abs & clean shaven chest. With a feeling slightly embarrassed by her choice of clothing, she welcomes them and directs them to the pool. She notices as they turn away from her toward the pool, she glance at their hard toned asses as the walk away.

After about a half hour, she notice the boys are getting hot and sweaty from the sun and the heat, Lisa go into the kitchen to get them some glasses with ice for some tea that she want to offer them. Lisa wrap the towel around her waist as she walk away, but before she get to the door, the towel falls off her body and Timmy spots her glorious ass that has nothing but a thong that is barely visible between her ass cheeks. Her desires begin to take over and she no longer cares what she is wearing as these boys see her.
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Wifes Best Friend

Yesterday was a very eventful day.

Let me start off by saying that I am a white male 42 years old 5′ 10″ 175 lbs and I work out religiously. I am married and have 2 children, both girls. I dearly love my wife but like every red blooded American male I do notice the ladies when their looks warrant. Tammy is no exception. She is 5′ 9″ 125lbs, a natural blonde, legs that have seen their share of toning and a set of tits that are firm and sagless. She is the spitting image of Christina Applegate.

My wife and Tammy are best friends and grew up together in our small town in Alabama. They were both on the cheerleading squad. My wife went to work for the local bank and Tammy went on to be a cheerleader at the local college where she met and married her husband. She is a stay at home mom and her husband is a dentist so they are very well off to say the least. She and the wife go out every other Friday night, kind of a girls night out thing. Yesterday was a Friday, and it was their time to do their thing.

I work nights so I was at home cruising the net and checking out all the naked women when I heard the door shut. I figured it was the wife so I thought I would greet her with a stiff dick and have a little fun. I stroked my cock a few more times and went to greet her. Imagine my shock when I entered the living room and was met by Tammy. Here I was with a raging hard on and my wife’s best friend. I tried to cover up my dick but it’s pretty hard to hide 8 inches of stiff meat.

“Tammy! I’m sorry I thought you were Shelia!” I said as I caught her staring at my cock.

“Greg! I really should have rang the doorbell but Shelia said you would be in bed by now.” She never looked away from my feeble attempt to hide myself. “I just brought this stuff for her to try on before tonight.” She broke her stare and looked at the rest of my body as a sly grin over took the look of shock.

“Let me get something on.” I stammered.

“Why? You look comfortable to me like you are.”

“I’m naked, in case you haven’t noticed.”

“OH, I couldn’t tell, I’m glad you told me or I might have missed the show.”

“Very funny, now if you don’t mind I’m going to get dressed.”

“What if I do mind?”

“What?”

“Shelia is always bragging about what a big dick you have. She says you are 8 inches but I told her she was full of shit. Let me see it.”
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Peeping Can Have Its Advantages

It happened quite be accident. I had been staying in my Uncles beach house alone for only a few days, waiting for the impending nuptials of my cousin.

Being alone, bored in a strange place, I explored a lot…and that’s when I discovered and started playing with his telescope.

I don’t know how I first landed my viewfinder on that window, or why I kept looking again after I spotted the couple.

I think I bumped it accidentally and it went from a view of the heavens and straight into a view of my temporary neighbor’s bedroom.

Okay I should probably tell you that I’ve been watching his house for a few days. You would too if you saw this guy! He was the epitome of beefcake. About 6″ dark hair, dark eyes and very obviously took good care of himself. Looked almost like a poster boy for a roids campaign, but with how he faithfully got up every morning to run and seemed to disappear in the early evenings only to come back sweaty and in need of a shower made me think he had no preservatives added. Not only that, but all his friends seemed to have that same look! I was in heaven!

Apparently beefcake flocks together.

I leaned in to look through the telescope and was brought short. My eyes opened wider as I watched this extremely beautiful, and mostly naked, (save for a bra and panties and what looked to be a pair of black patent leather high heels) woman standing at the foot of his bed, she slowly swayed back and forth moving her body to some tune that I couldn’t hear.

Beefcake lay back on the bed, completely naked.

Yum!

The Beauty swayed this way and that, turning and slowly bending at the waist to slide her panties down her shapely legs, giving him what I was sure was an excellent view of her toned ass. I leaned back a moment and made sure the lens was clean before I brought my eye back to the viewfinder.

I gaped as she moved like a trained burlesque dancer, exciting him as well as me with her subtle graceful movements. I felt the stirrings of arousal move through my body as I tore my eyes from her then smiled as I saw beefcake run his hand up and down the length of his very proportional cock.

I was glad I wasn’t the only one being effected!
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Horny Stripper

I heard my song blasting in the background and started to strut down the stage. To tell you the truth, being a stripper is exciting at first, but I’ve been doing the same routine for almost a year, 4 nights a week. It’s getting kind of boring. Sure being watched by hundreds of men still gives me the thrill, I simply love showing off my body. I love it when they get wide eyed as I spread my legs or squat with my knees spread wide right in front of their noses with only a g-string or a crotchless g-string running between my waxed and wet pussy lips and my swollen clit. It is one of my favourite dance moves.

Another thing I love to show off is my pasties collection. They are small strips of materials cut into shapes and pasted onto the skin with latex glue. They came in lots of colours and shapes. Black, blue, white, American flag coloured, sequined, red, purple, with diamante, crystals, velvet, even nipple-less and one with tassels! You name it they’ve got it! Ones for the nipples are pretty simple to use, you just put a small amount of latex glue, stick it and you’re ready to go, while the one for the pussy is a bit more tedious. First I have to wax off everything, because I hate it when the pastie doesn’t stick properly and I made sure my pussy is absolutely dry.

I used to have a problem when I first started being a stripper, because although I’m as dry as nail when I started my shtick, after two minutes of shedding my clothes, grinding the pole and watching those hungry eyes, I couldn’t help getting wet and horny as hell. What I usually do is, I searched for a ‘more’ decent looking guy in my audience and locked eye contact with him. For the rest of my performance I’d be looking mostly at him. Then after I’m finished, I’d tell the bouncer to give the man a message and tell him to get into the changing room. We would usually go his or my place. I know this sounds dangerous but the thrill of not knowing what’s going to happen makes me even more excited.

Sadly this doesn’t happen very often anymore because as I told you I’m beginning to get bored with the whole routine.

One very late night when the joint was about to close, I was the last one to stay and dance. The other dancers have gone home and for some reason I was horny and as a result I couldn’t stop rubbing my clit before going to the stage. I know I would most probably have to fuck one of my audiences again after so long. I even had a problem sticking the pastie for my pussy as I was so wet, but after several messy attempts, I finally succeeded. This time I used the plain, red sequined pasties. I love the way they glitter under the lights and the colour is such a contrast with my fair skin.

The nipple pasties are round and the one for my pussy is triangular. Almost like the front part of a thong. It covered the front part of my pussy mound and disappears into my crack. When I walk the sequins rubs against my thighs making it tickles, when I squat down, the glue seemed to pull the skin around it real tight.
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Anna Goes Dogging

It had been a long time fantasy for my hot wife, Anna and I. I love watching her getting fucked, and she loves having some stranger use her for his personal gratification, especially outdoors. So dogging was something we were bound to experience.

For months we had read dogging stories and watched several internet movies of dirty wives and girlfriends turning up at local car parks to get fucked and covered in hot cum. We knew of several alleged dogging sites within a five mile radius of own home, but naturally we were both concerned about meeting somebody we knew or could possible bump into in the street.

After about six months of fantasising, Anna and I decided on a weekend away near some dogging locations. We booked a smart hotel in the countryside which was supposed to be three miles from two different dogging sites. One of the locations claimed to be frequently busy with regular doggers, especially on Fridays and Saturdays. The other location admitted to being quieter with the possibility of nobody turning up at all.

We arrived at the hotel around 3pm on a cold November afternoon and quickly got ourselves settled in. The summer would have been an ideal time but Anna had decided that it was now or never. We had our dinner early and then went back to the room to get ready.

Around 9pm we were ready to go. Due to the cold weather Anna had chosen to wear a tight fitting pair of jeans, which emphasised her amazing behind. But as we were going dogging, she opted to brave some of the cold and wore a go-go wrap over top. The bow in the middle of her fantastic 32C bust was extremely inviting, and I knew some lucky dogger was going to enjoy pulling on it tonight.

As it was our first time we agreed to visit the quieter site first. After a quick look at the map we were off, the nervous tension was obvious as we rode the short trip in silence. My cock was raging as the many dogging images, previously viewed, flooded my mind. I was finally going to see my beautiful wife carry out the very same filthy acts. I looked across at Anna as she nervously smoked a cigarette, looking down I noticed her nipples, hard as bullets, poking through her thin top.
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Steamy Oh God

We were on our way to the beach. It was a beautiful day and I was so excited! My husband and I needed to relax, he has been working so hard lately! My poor husband. We’ve been married only six months and it seems he’s had to work night and day since then. I love him, but I miss him. Especially I miss him at night! And especially since we’re trying to get pregnant. It seems like we’ve only had sex a couple of times since we got married. And since I had saved myself for him, that’s all I’ve had in my life. But his work is important to him. He’s the head maintenance man and the local college and since it’s an old place it needs him too.

But today was his day off, even though there was a big basketball game at school. I know he was nervous about not being there, but like I said we both needed it.

We were getting close to the beach and still the traffic was moving. My husband, naughty guy, suggested I change into my suit in the car so we could swim when we got there. Well, I wasn’t going to take the chance of someone seeing me naked! Fortunately, I had worn my bikini under my clothes, so I didn’t have to disappoint him totally. First I took of my blouse, revealing the little bit of fabric that held up my breasts (not that they needed much holding up). I bought the bikini on our honeymoon and wanted to surprise him today. Boy was he surprised! Then I lifted my butt from the seat and shimmied out of my shorts, revealing my equally minimal bikini bottom. “Do you think you should wear that in public?’ he asked. “Silly, it’s the beach. Everyone will have something like this if not less,” I told him. I was hoping that I was right, ’cause I was kind of nervous myself about it.

Then it happened. His beeper, his cursed beeper, had to go off. God I hated that thing. “Oh god honey, I’m sorry” he said. “The page says there’s an emergency in the gym and they need me.” I didn’t argue, because it’s not my place and because I knew it wouldn’t do any good. So he turned the car around and headed for the college.

When we got to the gym, he took my hand and brought me inside. “I don’t want any of these college guys seeing you like this!” he said. I’m only 22 so I still look like I belong in college, but I knew what he meant. Of course I loved my husband and wouldn’t give a second thought to some college geek who tried to hit on me. So inside we went. When we got inside, one of his men was waiting for him. It took him a minute to explain what was going on because he kept stopping and staring at me. I guess my bikini wasn’t meant for this place! Anyway, he explained to my husband that there was a steam leak in the hot water heater in the visitors’ locker room and the visiting team couldn’t get enough hot water to shower. We were standing outside the visitors room and I could hear the guys yelling and complaining. “Wait here,” my husband told me. “I’ll be right back.” And in he went with the guy who met us at the door.

“C’mon honkey, I need a shower!” I heard someone yell when they entered. That wasn’t nice language, I thought to myself. What must the white guys on his team think of him, I wondered.

I was waiting only a short time when I distinctly heard my husband yell as if he were hurt. Without thinking, I ran into the locker room, and that’s when everything changed. Standing in front of me were more black men than I could count, most of them stark naked! I couldn’t believe the size of their penises! I mean I assumed my husband was an average size, since his was the only one I’d seen. But so many so big! I stood, mesmerized. Then I heard a hissing sound, and it shook me from my hypnosis. “Honey, are you alright? I called.

“Yes, I’m fine. I cut myself on a pipe, but I’ll be OK. I need to get this leak stopped,” he replied. Slowly, the room was filling with steam. The vision in front of me was awesome. Men and men and men, all black, all naked, and all with huge (should I say it?) – dicks – staring at me as I stared back. And then it started to happen. The ones closest to me, they were all I could see by then, started to get excited! I watched as one black dick after another began to harden and rise. Oh My! I couldn’t believe how much there was. These were giant men and had giant (oh my god) – cocks! And still the room filled with steam until it was getting hard to see anything. I was a little disappointed because I sure was enjoying the show!
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Plump Beach Girl

“Hi I’m Steve.”

The girl looked up quickly and turned slightly away, hands defensively covering her middle. She needn’t have bothered. I had always liked curvy girls and when I had come around the corner of the narrow overgrown trail that led down the hillside to the secluded beach I had stopped to admire her.

For a couple of minutes at least I had feasted my eyes on her. Like me she looked about eighteen or nineteen, blonde hair and pale freckly skin, bulging curves under a too tight one piece blue swimsuit. She was lying on her stomach when I rounded the corner. One side of the bottom of her suit had ridden up the left cheek of her ass. It was vast and white, wet from swimming like her thick long curly hair and lightly goose-pimpled from the breeze. Then she sat up, faced away from me still. She had untied her top to get the most sun on her back she could and as she pulled it up I could see the side of one firm but pendulous breast, nipple hard and puffy in the open air.

My heart was in my throat and I took a moment to collect myself before my greeting.

I walked forward past her to the water, pretending not to notice the way she was futilely trying to cover her ample charms. She was a big girl with thick thighs, bulging tummy and a wide pale back.

Her eyes were suspicious in her pretty freckled plump face. “Is this your beach? I’ll leave.”

“Please don’t. Its not mine, I don’t think its anybody’s. I didn’t know anybody even knew about it but me.” I crouched by the water’s edge and smile reassuringly back over my shoulder at her.

She seemed to relax slightly. She was sensitive about her weight, I could tell. She’d probably been teased a lot and an empty beach at the bottom of a hidden trail would be appealing to her.

“I don’t want to intrude. My family’s had a cabin by this lake for years, I’ve been coming to this beach since I was a kid.” I picked up a flat rock and skipped it across the water. “Its nice isn’t it.”

I smiled at her again and she tentatively smiled back. “I’m Sharon.”
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My New Wife

I was going out with Rochelle for about six months. I knew her, and we were friends for 9 years. She is very pretty, slender with hot body, a brunette with big dark eyes and dark naturally tanned skin. She has nice square shoulders, 36 C breasts and a nice wide ass. That comes with the territory because she is of Mexican heritage.

During those 9 years she was married and so was I, and just recently we both got divorced. After a few months of going out to clubs etc. both her and I got tiered of the bar scene.

That’s when we got together for one date and the rest is history. I proposed to her 3 months ago and she accepted. Because of our family situation, I had two kids and she had two kids from our previous marriages, we didn’t want a big wedding and decided to elope at Lake Tahoe chapel.

After the ceremony we came back to Sacramento. It was Saturday night and since we didn’t have a reception we decided to go out and celebrate. We got a babysitter for our kids and went out.

We started in a club near the house we were renting. When we walked in, it was evident that my new wife was going to attract attention all night long. She was wearing a short leopard skirt that left her beautiful dark long legs bare, accentuated by the black high heals on her feet. Her brown blouse was buttoned down in front but it was just short of meeting the top of her skirt so it always left her stomach bare with her belly button showing. She wore just the right amount of make up with red lipstick that always left her lips looking moist.

She was hot and a lot of guys were checking her out. I felt safe because I knew how she was, unless I initiated something, she wasn’t going to start. She attended church every Sunday with her kids and never went out. She was very sexually inactive and always had sex in a missionary position. That was one of the things I was looking forward to, was to try different things sexually with her. My new wife was a 32 year old virgin when it came to sex.

I immediately ordered us two shots of tequila each and a beer to chase it down with.

“Honey, take it easy, you don’t want me to get drunk right away…” She said.

“Well since this is our wedding night babe…anything goes…” I answered.
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Just One Dance

I was with my girls at the club, same setting as any other club. Lights blinking along with the rhythm of the music. Foggy dance floor which you could hardly see due to the great lighting and the different clumps of people dancing with each other. They pretty much dragged me out saying I was in dire need of a drink. They, by they I mean Lani and Kristi, decided I couldn’t dress myself properly. So my outfit consisted of a black tank top with a built-in bra (which my 38Cs fit perfectly), a plaid miniskirt with no panties and my black boots. My long black hair cascaded down my back in loose curls.

You may wonder why I let my friends Tweedle Ditz and Tweedle Bum dress me as their Barbie. A week ago, I’d broken up with my boyfriend due to his need to fuck in every place he could think of. Sure, it sounds charming but the last straw was when I dropped my keys in the parking lot at Wal-Mart. I’m not a PDA kind of girl and though the sex was great that was too much in the open for me. As for letting them dress me up, I’d been a downer lately and decided to make it up to them by letting them make me up. I mean what harm could I get into at a dance club?

“Those men wanted to buy you drinks.” There were shots for each of us. Lani winked, Kristi smiled and I nodded. We downed them at the same time.

“The the brother on the side is just my type,” Lani giggled talking about the good-looking black guy sporting his Sean John Jump suit and his wide-rim “Player” hat to match.

“Girl, what are you talkin about? I mean he has the name of his game written all over his hat!” Kristi replied in her New York accent. “Now if you ask me Mister Edward Cullen look-a-like on the other side of “Mister Business, I’m too important to look up and show my face” is TOO good to be true.”

“Mister Business” as Kristi called him, signaled to the Waiter in which more shots were planted in front of us. Lani licked her glass and winked again, Kristi blew a kiss and I simply nodded toward them. It went on, us downing shots for 10 min. with minimum contact between the providers of the warm feeling we were getting in our throats.

“I guess Mister Biz is all yours Jules!” Lani giggled. “I mean you do like them mysterious, right?” Feeling the effect of the booze tingling I still held my ground.

“No, I’m not here for that! It’s our girl’s night, right? Let’s Boogie!” I grabbed Kristi, who already had a hold of Lani.

“Only if she never says “Boogie” again.” She laughed.
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Frat House

Sylvia had come to this particular frat party to get fucked – and getting fucked she was! Fed up with bad dates that went nowhere and relationships where her heart got broken, she’d decided that right now all she needed was a good hard fuck. She hadn’t even particularly cared who it came from, just someone who wasn’t going to leave her with a broken heart at the end of it. It had been almost 6 months since she’d last had sex and she intended to make up for it now.

The guy on top of her was actually one she knew, his name was Chris and she’d seen him around campus before. A year older than her at 22 he was a little drunk but still very excited to have this gorgeous leggy girl come up to him and start blatantly making out. She’d chosen him because he was cute and rumored to be one hell of a lay, and when they’d gotten up into bed she’d also found that he had a rather sizable dick. Right now all of it was buried in her twat, making her burn with pent-up lust as he fucked her hard, the bed was shaking he was laying into her so good. Moaning loudly she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling his thick meat deeper into her pussy.

“FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARD YOU BASTARD!!!” She screamed as she started cumming… the door to the room banged open and two more guys were staring at her getting her brains fucked out. That didn’t stop her orgasm though, it kept going as she screamed her ecstasy at the watching guys; they were grinning as Chris gasped and buried himself into her convulsing pussy, spilling cum into her body. Gasping happily as the guy collapsed on top of her she looked at their viewers.

“Can I help you,” she asked, as dignified as she could be with a dick shrinking inside her body.

“I don’t know,” said one of them as they walked forward, “Maybe you can.”
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Wife Goes Shopping

Today, I went to Dillard’s to get some new summer outfits. I had been dieting and working out all winter and was ready to slip into something new. While I was looking through some racks of skirts and tank tops I noticed a young black man staring at me. I smiled at him and he seemed to blush and turn away.

As I left the store with a few purchases and was walking through the mall parking lot that guy pulled up next to me in his car. He had some hood-tricked out Toyota. I had to smile to myself.

“Hey, you want to go party with us?” He said. I noticed he had two other black young men in the car with him. I knew what they had in mind and I hadn’t had a black cock in a while. My husband was at home with my kids so what the hell. He owed me some time anyways, he works all the time and leaves me with them.

“Sure, but where is the party?” I asked grinning.

“We have a room over at that hotel and a couple 12 packs.” He said. “You can ride with us or follow us over if you want.”

I said “Sure I could use a drink” and I licked my lips, which had a nice shade of red lipstick coating them “and I have some time to kill. Why don’t I follow you over, my car is right there.”

“Don’t get lost,” he said. I finished the short distance to my car that my husband had worked very hard to get me. The last few yards to the car I could hear some of their comments about my body. I suddenly got a little moist in my crotch thinking about their young hard cocks. Then I got a little worried. It had been at least 5 years since a black man had fucked me. My husband who is white has a nice cock but only about 8 inches and I was getting ready to have sex with 3 black young studs. I knew it; they knew it, no sense in hiding it.

I jumped in my car and nodded to them. They waved me on behind them. Then I heard some R & B start to jam out their window. That told me that they were obviously pretty young and probably very horny.

I followed the short distance to the hotel.

We parked and since it was one of those shady hotels with outside access to each room I knew I wouldn’t have to worry about being seen in a hotel lobby. I watched them walk up to a room, 215 was the number. Then I followed quickly.

One of them held the door open. I walked in and he closed the door and locked it. He then asked, “What is the hurry?”

“I am married and I don’t want anyone to see me come in here.” I said.
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Tricked Into Wife Swapping

My name is Ellen, I am 32, 5′ 8″ 115 lbs. My husband’s name is Jimmy, he has been working as a salesman in a small company for five years. His Boss, Richard, likes Jimmy the best of all the salesmen and drops hints to him that he may be promoted to sales manager if the planned expansion goes through.

Richard is a few years older than us fit, and handsome. After a Friday’s sales meeting, he took the salesmen out for a few drinks to celebrate Jimmy winning a mayor account. After a few hours and numerous rounds, all of the guys went home except Jimmy and the boss. Richard confided in Jimmy about a vacation he and his wife spent in Aruba, he told my husband that they met another couple became friends and after a few days, ended up having sex with them. Richard said he and his wife had talked about flashing, and swapping before, but never seriously thought anything would happen.

Jimmy told me the whole story how Richard confided in him and that Richard asked if we had ever discussed it. My husband told him his fantasies were similar and we talked about once in a while. Although I wanted my husband to be friendly with his boss, I wasn’t comfortable him sharing our pillow talk with anyone.

Over the next few weeks, Because of Richard’s story, Jimmy’s interest was revived about me flirting with someone and let me know how excited he would be if we actually did some of the things we had fantasized about.

A few days later, Jimmy had just picked me up from work, I was wearing my usual work clothes, a dress and heels. He brought up flashing again and finally convinced me to try flashing my panties to a truck driver. It was scary and exciting, but I agreed to try it. We got on the interstate, and saw a truck ahead, Jimmy told me get ready, I slowly pulled up my dress, Jimmy said to slide down in the seat, and coaxed me to part my legs so the trucker could to see my panties. I closed my eyes as Jimmy pulled along side the truck, Jimmy said he saw me right away and was surprised, Jimmy paced him, I was too embarrassed to look then we sped up the road. Jimmy was excited and convinced me to do it again, only this time I had to make eye contact with the trucker. Only minutes later, my face still flushed, we pulled next to another truck. With Jimmy’s coaxing, I smiled real sexy at the trucker, then parted my legs, showing him my panties. Being scared, embarrassed and nervous was more fun than I thought.

We were excited, Jimmy especially, and talked about it each time we had sex over the following days. Jimmy was ready to try something new and asked me about going to a shoe store somewhere out of town, dressed in a short skirt, wearing nylons and sheer panties. It was exciting talking about that too. I didn’t say anything to him then, but I thought I would be too embarrassed to do it in a public place.

The next week Richard, Jimmy’s boss, announced a company paid vacation in Aruba for the top winner in each department. Jimmy worked hard, and he was the winner for the sales dept.

One month later we were in Aruba. The boss, his pretty wife and all the other winners and their spouses. Richard, the boss, spent time with everyone there and asked us if we would join he and his wife for scuba diving the next day. We accepted, and had a scuba lesson that afternoon, so we would be prepared for them in the morning. We all had a great time. During that day, Richard took Jimmy aside and told him his wife was very taken with my husband. She hinted to Richard about getting to know Jimmy better. He said don’t worry Jimmy, I am not the real jealous type. He liked his wife discretely flirting with other men. It excited him and allowed him to flirt with other women. We had a great day, even though about what Richard had said.
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Lynn Buys New Shoes Without Panties On

My husband is a bastard. And I love him. He calls me a bitch. And he loves me. Our marriage and our sex are both perfect. We often make bets on football and basketball games. Not for money — but for sex. Sometimes I win and sometimes I lose. When I win, I make the bastard pay. Last week I teased and tormented him an entire evening before I finally let him jack off to relieve the pain in his balls. But, this week, he won the bet. That bastard made me wear a thigh high miniskirt and a revealing blouse without bra and panties and make a trip to the mall.

I put it on I thought my legs still looked pretty damn good for a twenty seven year old broad but, shit, when I bend over even a little bit people are going to see my ass and that hairy pussy between my thighs. That skirt was short!

I was as uncomfortable as hell walking through the mall with all those guys staring at me, and hoping we would not meet someone we knew. As much as I would have denied it, this new outfit excited me. But, I would never admit it to that bastard who walked along beside me. I thought I had paid off my bet by letting him watch the guys we passed leer at my legs and bouncing boobs, but I was wrong.

“Let’s stop here,” said Bob, as we stopped in front of a shoe store. “Baby I want you to pick out some spike heels. Any kind you want.”

We walked into the store and Bob sat down in a chair near the back. I looked around the shoe store and saw that we were the only customers. As I stood looking at the shoes, a young man came up.

“May I help you?”

There was no one else around. Shit! The bastard had planned this! There was more to this bet than walking around the mall. I realized that in that thigh high mini that shoe salesman was going to get a good look at my thighs — maybe more. I turned to look at Bob, and saw him sitting there with a grin on his face watching me.

“Do you see something you like?” one young man asked.

I pointed to an attractive shoe on display. It looked like my size. “I would like to try these on and see other shoes like these.” I was nervous, but a bet is a bet.
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Lisa Visits a Porn Theater

Lisa and I had been married about 5 years when things changed in such an amazing way. As with many couples who’ve been together for a bit, our sex life was fine, but lacked much in the way of excitement. We had experimented with toys and told each other some fantasies along the way, but nothing really came of the fantasy thing.

Lisa is what most these days would call a Big Beautiful Woman (BBW), though if you asked, she’d tell you she hates that term. I think she’s beautiful and very sexy; she’s curvy with long dark hair, a darker complexion, and hazel eyes that seem to go on forever. She’s got nice, big D-cup breasts and a sexy ass.

Since we’d been dating, Lisa knew about my fantasy to see her with another man. She’d put it off as something that shouldn’t happen, and was offended when I’d brought it up, because if I loved her, I wouldn’t want to share her. So, after some time of trying to convince her, I dropped it.

At some point during our fifth year together, we started up again on the fantasy. Lisa sat me down one day and said she needed to talk, and sounded all serious. She confessed to me that she’d been checking out dating sites and had of late been thinking about sex with other men.

She was afraid I would throw her out… I took her face in my hands and kissed her, thanking her for telling me. I then placed her hand on my cock which was hard as hell. After that we fucked like rabbits with me getting her to suck on my cock while I fucked her with a dildo, asking her to name ‘him’.

This went on for awhile, and one night she’d gone to a party while I had to work.

Lisa called me and asked me to pick her up, and I did… she looked hot — tight skirt, low-cut top, she was drunk and very amorous.

I met her outside the house and she got into the car.

“Hi honey”, I said. She cut me off, leaning over and giving me an incredible wet kiss.

She pulled back and said “Mike, I’m really fucking horny tonight”. She paused, almost studying me. “I want to go to the porno theatre”.
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Beach Blanket Party

My friend Rachel and I treated ourselves to a cruise to celebrate a promotion I had received at work. We were enjoying the stops in the different ports and the time we got to relax at the pool with some drinks.

At one of our ports, we decided to be adventurous and check out one of the nude beaches that we had heard some of the passengers talking about. Since it was our first time, we chose a spot that was a little out of the way, but where we could still see the scenery.

We decided to start out topless and survey the people around us to see just how far everyone went. We laid out our towels and got out the sunscreen. I had covered the front of my body and asked Rachel if she could spread the lotion on my back. Maybe it was the setting or being relaxed from our vacation, but my skin began to tingle as Rachel spread the lotion on my back. My nipples became hard almost as soon as she touched my skin. I hoped she couldn’t tell. As she spread the lotion down my arm, she grazed the side of my breast and my skin tingled even more and my nipples became tighter. I knew it was an accident and I wasn’t sure what I would do anyway. When she rubbed down my other arm and brushed the side of my other breast I let out a quick gasp before I realized what I had done. I was afraid Rachel would be offended and run away. Instead she asked me if I liked it. I didn’t know what to say, and I stammered, “Y-y-yes.”

Rachel continued to spread the lotion on my arms and brush the sides of my breasts. I knew what she was doing and felt powerless to stop her. I had fantasized about being with another woman but never thought I would. Rachel asked me if I wanted her to continue and I simply moaned in pleasure.

She took hold of my arms and turned me to face her. I was quivering with excitement, wondering what she was going to do. She leaned into me and gently touched her lips to mine. I felt the heat run straight down to my pussy. She deepened the kiss and brought her fingertips to my nipples. I groaned once again. Once again she asked me if I wanted her to continue. All I could do was nod. Rachel laid me down on the towel and then lay beside me. She continued to run her fingers over my lips, and across my nipples. The sensation was amazing.
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The Wimp and The Sexy Wife

During my career selling real estate I’ve come in contact with all kinds of people. However, one couple stands out in my mind as the most remarkable and erotic I have ever encountered.

Sonny, and his attractive wife Bonnie, came into my office one day and said they wanted to see some homes in the area within a certain price range.

After the usual introductions and the customary hand shakes, I selected half a dozen or so properties that met their requirements from the computer.

Since I had no other appointments that afternoon we piled into my car and away we went. Sonny sat up front so I began to size him up as we drove on.

He was a casual, laid back kind of guy, middle-aged, with a slight paunch who didn’t have much to say. I could see Bonnie only in the rear view mirror and an occasional glance over my shoulder. She seemed to be the “take charge” type and did most of the talking. From what I could see she looked very pretty and appeared younger than her husband by more than just a few years.

As we visited several homes, I had a better chance to check out Bonnie. Her personality was completely unlike Sonny. Her attire was different too, a conservative outfit, with no attempt to hide the voluptuous body underneath. Trim, and full figured, she carried her head high and proudly thrust out her generous, pointed breasts. She was obviously taking good care of herself in the body department. I noticed also when we talked she would eye me up and down and when our eyes met she gave me a slight smile and her tongue peeked out between her teeth to touch her upper lip. More than once I was sure she intentionally brushed against me with her breasts. She made no comment or excuse but I thought I heard her murmur “Mmmm,” in an approving tone.

It became apparent that Bonnie was the dominant personality of the two. She seemed to talk down to Sonny and even belittle him on several occasions.

She didn’t ask his opinion about much of anything. This didn’t seem to bother Sonny one bit. I guess he was used to the treatment. By the day’s end I pegged Sonny as a wimp. Bonnie, however, was another story. I figured her for at least a flirtatious prick-teaser. Maybe more.

On the way back to the office, Bonnie suggested we meet again the next day.

We agreed on a time, shook hands and they headed for their car.

The next day I was prepared with a list of five homes to show where I knew the owners would not be home. But I wasn’t prepared for what came through the door.

Sonny was his casual self but the change in Bonnie’s appearance was stunning. Her revealing outfit was intended to show off her dynamite figure. The blouse she wore was a very sheer white silk, through which I could see a lacy, flesh colored bra. A bra so thin that the dark areola around her nipples shown through. Her navy blue skirt was snug, but not too tight, and showed off her firm, well-rounded buttocks. It was cut above the knees with a slit up both sides exposing lots of leg. High heels and dark stockings completed the eye-catching ensemble. Even her auburn hair was styled in a loose, carefree manner.

Sonny grunted something as we shook hands. Bonnie’s full breasts bounced almost unrestrained as she crossed the room to greet me. I was beginning to think my appraisal of these two was close to the mark.
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Kate Becomes a Hot Wife

My wife Kate and I finally arrived at our hotel in Cyprus, we had been waiting for this holiday for so long. The hotel was perfect, the room was very spacious with an open plan dining/kitchen room, and the bedroom had a double bed with an adjoining balcony. The balcony overlooked the pool area with a nice view. As it was early September there were no kids around, just a few couples of various ages. And the temperature was still very hot.

I sat on the balcony smoking a cigarette enjoying the sunshine when my beautiful wife came out to join me, I watched her light her cigarette and exhale a thick plume of smoke from her soft lips, my wife looked gorgeous, her petite frame standing 5″3 tall, only weighing 112lbs. I admired her beauty as she sucked on her cigarette, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders. She was ready for the pool wearing her new skimpy swim-suit. A sexy light blue bikini top which was struggling to contain her delicious 32C bust, and a matching thong, showing off her toned bum cheeks. Kate pulled on a white see-through dress and crushed out her cigarette.

“Come on then, let’s catch the last of the sun” she said.

My wife Kate is 30, me, Paul am 32. We have been married 5yrs and met through working as insurance brokers. We don’t have any kids and try to live to the fullest.

We found a nice spot at the corner of the pool not too far from the pool bar. I noticed four other couples spread across the sides of the pool, much to my delight two of the four women were topless enjoying the peace and quiet. As I got comfortable on my lounger Kate turned a few of the guys’ heads as she unclasped her bikini top, releasing her firm milky white breasts to the hot sun. No sooner had I finished rubbing lotion into my wife’s back a skinny looking bar tender approached us.

“Hello, I am Nikko the pool bar manager, would you like something to drink?”

“I’ll have a beer please, Kate?”

As I looked at my wife I was shocked to see her squirt the lotion straight onto her tits right in front of this lad.

As Kate looked up at Nikko she began to innocently rub the white, creamy liquid into her chest.

“Ice water for me thank you”

Nikko walked back towards the bar grinning ear to ear.

“Bloody hell Kate! You nearly made the lad cum in his pants” I laughed.
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