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Toni called being very apologetic, asking if I minded watching our little girl while she attended a party thrown by a friend of Gingers. I told her it was no problem, not to worry, and to have a good time. Wanting to make sure she would be safe, I asked if she or someone else was going to drive. Though Toni was very conservative with her actions, she didn’t drink very often and when she did, it always made her tipsy. She informed me that Ginger was driving and she was riding with her. She also promised if she got too bad she’d stay the night at Gingers instead of trying to drive home.

Ginger and I didn’t really care for each other. She felt Toni needed someone worthy of her unbelievable looks and body. Though I didn’t say anything to Toni, Ginger would smile and tease me saying, someday she was going to get my wife laid by a real man. Then she’d know what it was like to be really fucked.

Ginger doing this wouldn’t be anything out of the norm. She was always taking some guy home just for her own pleasure. Usually married, she enjoyed taking another woman’s property and adding him to her list of conquests. She’d tell Toni, married men are the best lays. You get fucked really well and they go home to their wives when you’re done with them. No messy relationships. Ginger asked Toni,

“Would you like me to get you one? You can use him as an exercise toy or just for the fun of it.”

Toni would always tell her, “I’m very happy with who and what I have. I don’t need anyone else to satisfy me. Besides if I want a workout, I’ll go to the gym.”

Ginger knew that Toni was a virgin when she married. The only man she’d ever had, was her husband and hadn’t touched or seen any others. Unlike Ginger, who experienced the full range of men and their varied sizes.

Toni would always hear about the size and stamina of her latest conquest. Though Toni acted as if she was disgusted at what she heard, she would tell me all about it in detail. This always seemed to follow with very hot sex.

To look at Toni, one would never have guessed, she’d had a baby, just three months earlier. Her body was a picture of perfection. Working very hard to make sure she took good care of her body during and after her pregnancy. She exercised daily to keep her incredible figure. Even when she was at her full term pregnancy, she looked awesome. After the baby was born, it only took her a month to get her former figure back. Using creams and lotions, she made sure she wouldn’t have any stretch marks from the baby. Her skin was soft and flawless.

Ginger, though I didn’t care for her actions, had a very nice body. Though not in Toni’s class, she still had no problem getting her man. She was only five foot tall and had a well toned body. She had nice round C cup breasts, a flat tummy and great hips and ass. Her legs though not very tall, had a wonderful curve to them which she always displayed in very high heels. With her short skirts and tight tops, you could see her package displayed very well.

Ginger was the total opposite of Toni, knowing she looked hot and taking advantage of her incredible body. Toni didn’t think of herself as having a sexy body. Though firm and well toned, she felt her body was, no better than any other woman’s. Ginger however, constantly told her she was looking hot, which embarrassed Toni. When not with Toni, Ginger was always the center of the men’s attention.

Toni was very tall, five feet eleven in her bare feet. Her legs were incredible. Very shapely, curving, with toned calves and firm thighs. She always had men looking at them, when she dressed in her short skirts, silky nylons, and three to four inch high heels. I’d watched many a man run into fixed objects while staring at those wonders.

Those hot legs lead to her curvaceous, 37 inch hips that support her tight, nicely rounded heart shaped ass. She has a small 27 inch waist that presents a toned flat tummy. Her back is a mirror of the rest of her body, tapering nicely to her tiny waist. Hiding, though not very well, under her blouse, are two of the most firm, round set of 39DD breasts I’ve ever seen. Though large, there is no sag at all making it possible for her to go braless, not needing one for support. These babies know how to show off… Her long, thick nipples, are set high surrounded with dark, cat eyed shaped areolas. If you watched very long at all, you would be rewarded to the sight of her erect nipples, poking through her bra and blouse giving you an incredible show. Extremely sensitive since having the baby, they would get very hard from the slightest of caresses caused by her lacy bra rubbing against them when she moved.

Though her body was one of God’s best works of art, her face was easily equal to the challenge. Her long neck led up to the beautiful slender face, set by her high cheek bones and flawless skin. Her full, red lips encased her incredible smile with a touch of suttle sexiness. She had a perfectly shaped, upturned nose she was self conscience about. The crowning feature of her pretty face had to be those large, green eyes. They were mesmerizing with the ability to talk you into anything with just a look. Toni’s long, dark brown hair cascaded down to the middle of her back. Always in place, it outlined her incredible face being the perfect frame to accent her features. I’m telling you that this woman is beautiful.

I was blessed, to be one of only two people, to know about her awesome tan. She may show off the bronzed body with the clothes she chose to wear, but under the lacy bras and panties only Ginger and I, had seen, the very white, creamy skin that had been protected by her bikini. These areas were so sexy contrasting a creamy white against the dark tan covering the rest of her body. I always thought of these areas, as the forbidden zones made just for my pleasure.

Ginger, seeing her naked while dressing after working out and taking a shower, would always tell her, she had way too sexy a body to waist on just her husband. She’d tell Toni, she could have anything she wanted, by just using that heavenly body properly.

Toni would laugh and tell her, she had all she needed and wasn’t missing out on anything. She’d tell Ginger, she was exaggerating about the size of the men she’d had and that, men didn’t get that large except in her fantasies and porn movies. Ginger would answer, telling her,

“You’ve already seen one in the movie I showed you at my house. Anyways, any time you’re willing to make a serious wager, I’ll be happy to produce the proof. Why don’t you put that body of yours up as the winnings for him when you lose if you’re so sure of yourself?”

Toni just laughed a nervous laugh wondering if maybe Ginger did have these huge men.

“You need to put that incredible body to good use, getting off on some well hung stud,” Ginger said. “If you’d just get fucked once by a large cock, you’d never be happy with a little one again.”

There’s no way it’s gonna happen,” Toni told Ginger. “I don’t fool around and never will.”

Ginger laughed telling her, “Someday I’m gonna get you really wasted, and by the time you realize what is happening, you’ll be getting fucked by a real man. Once he mounts you with his huge cock, it will be too late to do anything other than enjoy it.”

Toni had no idea that Gingers ultimate goal was to get Toni on her back with a man other than her husband lying between her legs. She didn’t care what she had to do to make it happen. If she was able to screw up Toni’s marriage in the process, it would be an additional bonus, fucking over her husband.

Ginger and Toni arrived at the party around seven, coming strait from work. There were about ten of Gingers friends there, with only one of them Toni recognized as a mutual friend from the gym.
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Office Sex in the Toilet

There’s a girl at work who I really fancy, her name is Rhona and she’s about 5’4″, brown hair which goes down to her shoulders and an adorable wee fringe, her smile makes me melt every time I see it, she is absolutely gorgeous but I can always see a mischievous glint in her eye. Her body shape is mesmirising, she is just smaller than average build and has the most amazing breasts. I don’t know her all that well because she works in a different department in the office, we’ve only spoken a couple of times but there was definitely a wee bit of flirting going on from both of us when we did.

Well, I got to know her a lot better last night…

I was working late, probably about half 7 and there was only me and another guy in my department. I decided to go for a toilet break just to get away from the computer screen for five minutes. As I walked down the corridor towards the restrooms, Rhona popped out from her office a few feet in front of me, she saw me, smiled and I could swear I saw her bite her lip as she started to walk a couple of yards ahead of me. She was wearing a purple dress thing which went to about half way down her thighs with thick black stockings underneath and flat shoes, I watched her arse, hypnotised by the way she was walking.

When I reached the door that led to the wee corridor where the mens and ladies was I found her propping it open for me, I smiled and said “thanks”, she smiled back at me and then bit her lip again.

We stood looking at each other a wee bit awkwardly for a couple of seconds, then she reached her arm out and kind of tapped me on the arm, I felt a wee buzz of electricity and suddenly I had butterflies in my stomach. “Wait there two secs, ok?” I nodded and she disappeared into the girls toilets. A couple of seconds later she threw the door open and grabbed my hand, before i knew it I had been dragged into the ladies and thrown up against a wall. She pushed her body onto mine and kissed me, I started to kiss her back and put my arms around her lower back, pushing her into me even more while our tongues massaged each others. Her hands were in my hair as we embraced passionately, my hands moved down to her arse and she responded to the movement with a stifled groan in my mouth.
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Surprise Girlfriend Stripper

I am currently dating a graduate student who attends my school named Eric. Things had been going really well and our sex life has been amazing. Over the past few weeks however, he has been hinting and joking that he wants to have a three-way with me and one of his friends. When he first brought it up, I joked back “Oh yeah, which one of your friends?” and he answered back “I don’t care honey, any one of them!” It has usually come up when we are fooling around right before sex and I wasn’t sure if he was serious or not.

Some of his friends are cute, all of them are older (in their late 20’s and early 30’s) and I found myself thinking about it a little bit. Since Eric is older and in grad school, he doesn’t know about my past “history” as someone who likes to have fun. After a few weeks, he began to bring up the subject of a three-way more and more, and although I was secretly thinking about trying it, I continued to tell him that it was out of the question. It seemed that the more out of the question I made it seem, the more he joked about it.

His 30th birthday was coming up on October 27th, right before Halloween, and he told me that his friends were going to throw him a private party at his friend Todd’s apartment and that I couldn’t come. “It’s just for the guys” he said. Well, a few days before Eric’s birthday, we were out a bar with Eric and his friends. Eric got up to go to the bar to get some drinks. His friend Todd reached for his wallet to get some money to give to Eric when I saw a card fall out of his wallet. I saw a picture of a woman on the card so I reached down and snatched it up. In bright pink letters it said “Tina’s Dancers & Escorts.” It had phone numbers and a picture of a cheap looking stripper. I looked at Todd and he flushed bright red as I handed him back the card and smiled. “Lonely Todd?” I said jokingly. He flushed even brighter red and quickly put it back in his wallet. Eric and the other guys were busy handling money and giving it to Eric for the round of drinks so none of them saw the exchange between me and Todd or saw that I had seen the card.

The next day, after sobering up from the night of drinking, I remembered the card Todd had in his wallet and put two and two together. They must be getting a stripper for Eric’s party I thought. I wanted to find out for sure so I quickly pulled out the town yellow pages and found Tina’s Dancers & Escorts. I called them and a woman answered the phone. I asked her if they had a party scheduled for that Saturday at Todd’s apartment, crossing my fingers because I didn’t know Todd’s last name. “Yeah we do, Todd Walker, 10 pm, why do you want to know?”

I explained to her that it was for my boyfriend’s birthday party. “Oh I see, we get that a lot, jealous are you, well don’t worry darling, when Todd and his friend called up a few days ago, they asked me about both strippers and escorts. They were arguing about which one to get but eventually decided on a stripper.” Both relieved and intrigued, I asked her what she told them about escorts. She said “I told them that our escorts would do whatever the guys wanted, but only for one guy, and that’s when they started arguing. I told them that the stripper would give lap dances for all the guys and ‘play around’ a little bit if they paid extra. Then I told them that we have a few girls who are both escorts and strippers but that they are extra. They debated that for a minute amongst themselves but then settled on a stripper.”

Feeling both jealous and excited about a stripper giving Eric a lap dance, a light when off in my head. I told the woman on the phone “Listen, what would it take for you to cancel their stripper. I am going to go myself and have a little fun with them.” The woman said, “Well we would have to get paid, I don’t want them calling up complaining the next day or that night.” I told her that I would pay myself and she said that she would have now problem with that. I borrowed the money from a friend and went down to Tina’s office that afternoon and paid them in advance for the stripper that they weren’t even going to send. The woman gave me Todd’s address and reminded me that I was supposed to be there at 10 pm. She also told me that my name was supposed to be “Alex” short for Alexandria.

I started thinking about what I wanted to do. This was going to be the best joke I ever played on anyone! I knew I didn’t want Eric and the guys to recognize me so I had to do some things to make myself look very different. Eric had the first draft of his thesis due that Monday and he said he wanted to have it done before his birthday so I knew I wouldn’t see him at all before the party. I shaved all of my pubic hair off (for the first time in my life by the way).
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The Mile High Club

Finally, we were going to visit Australia. For years my wife and I had been planning this trip. We’d promised ourselves that one day we would go “down under.” Now at last we were on our way. For Christmas my parents had given us two first-class tickets on QANTAS, the Australian airline.

From Los Angels it was a 14-hour flight, so the first class seats were very welcome. I turned and looked at Lynne as she sat next to me. For 35 she was looking fine. Her long brown hair hung down to her waist and her full high breasts still showed no sign of sag.

We indulged in the complimentary Champagne and enjoyed the delicious food, not giving any thought to the poor souls back in economy.

After dinner we ordered another bottle of wine and sat back to enjoy the movie. On first class you have individual screens and a selection of movies and Lynne and I both decided to watch “Eyes Wide Shut.” This turned out to be very sexy in parts and by the end of the film I was sporting a large hard-on. I noticed that Lynne was squirming in her seat and decided to try to feel her up. We both had blankets over us and slowly I slid my hand over beneath her blanket and started to run my fingers up her thigh. Lynne immediately grabbed my wrist.

“Stop that, someone will see us,” she whispered.

“Don’t worry about it,” I said. “First class is practically empty. No-one will notice.”

Lynne reluctantly released my wrist and I continued to slide my fingers up underneath the short skirt she was wearing. Soon my fingers came in contact with the strip of cotton of her panties and I gradually eased my fingers under the leg band and started rubbing her pussy. By now Lynne was moving around in her seat and her movements must have caught the attention of our stewardess.

I looked up to see a beautiful blonde in QANTAS uniform standing by Lynne’s seat. She could see the outline of my hand as it pushed back and forth between Lynne’s legs and by now the was a definite smell of pussy in the air as Lynne reacted to my stroking.

“Is there anything I can get for you?” the stewardess asked Lynne.
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Parking Lot Whore

“This is so dirty,” my wife whispered to me as the large breasted blonde ground herself into my lap, “aren’t I the best wife ever?”

I was unable to answer lost in the moment. It was dirty and so out of character for my wife. The evening had started with a nice dinner out, followed by a few drinks at one of our favorite neighborhood watering holes. After a few cocktails, Linda suggested we hit a strip club, something she had never done before. I, of course, had and suggested my favorite titty bar, located just a few blocks from downtown.

Linda watched as the stripper gyrated on my lap. Seeing the nude female form was not unusual for her, being art director for an advertising firm she was exposed to photos of and actual scantily clad women every day. Having started her career as a photographer, she had done a few nude shoots before we had met, proudly showing me the photos, displaying some of them on the walls of our home. She had always looked at nudes in a detached artist’s manner. Tonight, for the first time, she seemed to be enjoying the titillating nature of the nude female form.

“Her tits are so big,” she said leaning into my ear, “do you think they’re real?”

“No way.” I answered. They were stiff, not having the bounce of a natural pair. I’d explain this all to Linda later.

The song ended and the stripper extracted herself from my lap. Linda handed a twenty to her, but the stripper held her g-string out just as she would for a male customer. Linda placed the bill in the stripper’s underwear hesitantly, not making eye contact with the girl.

It was then that she noticed the effect the stripper had had on me. “Someone looks like they’ve enjoyed themselves!”

I grabbed her leg, just above the knee and below the hem of her dress. “Thanks for the lap dance, baby.”

“Seeing that makes it all worth while.”

“I want you so bad.” I reached for my wallet to leave a tip on the table. “Let’s get out of here, quick!”

We walked through the parking lot, arm in arm. My free hand caressing her beautiful ass, hers rubbing my hard cock through my pants. She’d do that for the entire ride home, I knew, keeping me so ready, that the second we got home I’d bend her over the dining room table, pull up her dress, pull down her panties and take her. That’s how Linda liked it, car rides being excellent foreplay to an evening of hot sex.

I opened her car door and helped her in, then circled around to the driver’s side door. As I sat down, I noticed that Linda had unbuttoned the top 3 buttons on her dress, her black lace bra clearly evident.

“These are real,” she said pointing to her comparatively modest breasts, “and they’re all yours.”

We kissed, acting more like high school students, than a married couple. I cupped a breast while Linda stroked the whole length of my stiff cock through my pants. Soon her fingers were pulling at my zipper, freeing my cock.

“I’ve wanted to suck you all night. I wanted to suck you while you watched those dirty sluts dance on stage.”

She lowered her head to my lap and took me in her mouth. I made a quick scan around the parking lot. It was dark, and someone would have to be looking right into our car to see what was going on. I relaxed, slumped in my seat and took a handful of my wife’s hair.

Linda was a well-practiced cocksucker. Even after ten years of marriage, she gave me frequent and excellent head. We had done things like this when we were dating, but it had been years since she’d taken me in a car. I had always liked the excitement, the thrill of possibly getting caught. After a few minutes, Linda had me close, the muscles in my neck became unable to support the weight of my head and I felt myself looking at the ceiling of the car.

The loud rap on the passenger side window startled us both. Linda sat bolt upright, a breast coming free from her bra. She pulled the front of her dress closed, and for the first time I noticed how the dress that had looked so conservative during dinner now looked quite slutty.
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50 Pounds a Time

“That was a lovely meal,” Suzy said to me, looking up from her beer.

“Did you notice that waiter? He kept trying to look down your dress every time he got near the table. ”

We were sitting in the beer garden outside a pub not far from the restaurant. We had spent the night with friends after missing the last train following a dinner party at their house and decided to have an early lunch before getting the train home.

“I can’t say I noticed. Were you getting jealous?” Suzy asked me, playfully rubbing her leg against mine.

“No, no. Maybe he was just staring because not many women wear evening dress in the afternoon. ”

“Maybe I should take it off. Would you like that?” Suzy asked. She stood up, seductively placing her hands on her hips and raising the dress slightly. She raised her eyebrows at me, then laughed out loud. “Maybe later. I’m just going to the Ladies Room to check I’m not showing more than I should be. Did you see where it is when you bought the drinks?”

“Yeah. It’s just by the door as you go in. ”

“Thanks. Be sure to wait for me, won’t you. ,” she grinned at me, knowing I’d wait forever.

I turned to watch her go. She really did look sexy in the dress. It was bright red, very short and daringly low cut at the front. Wearing matching stiletto heels, her full breasts and shapely ass stuck out in all the right ways. All the men at the party last night were drinking her in with their eyes, and I knew she was enjoying the attention. I wondered if she was lying about not noticing the way the waiter was looking at her.

When Suzy returned from the toilet I noticed that she seemed very flushed. She rarely drinks in the afternoon and we had polished off two bottles of wine before we had even finished the meal, so we were both more than a little tipsy even before coming to the pub for a beer.

“Are you feeling all right?” I asked her.

For a second she just stared at me, her mouth open, not seeming to register what I was saying, then she sat back down opposite me. “I’m fine,” she said, her breathing heavy, her chest rising and falling. She was obviously excited about something.

“What happened?” I asked as she lifted her bottle of beer to her lips and took a few heavy gulps.

“Oh. It was nothing… really,” she said, but I could tell she was dying to tell me something. Her eyes were all dark and fiery, piercing in to me, begging me to ask her.

“Come on. Tell me. ”

“Promise you won’t get mad?”

“Yeah, yeah. I promise. Just tell me. ”
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Ball Game Balling

“Oh, c’mon honey. We can’t see the screen with you standing there!”

Janice gave myself and my two friends a petulant, sulky look and stomped off to the kitchen.

“Oh well,” I said to Frank, sitting next to me, “I guess we better not ask her to bring us a beer!”

Frank and my other friend, Joey laughed as I got up from my seat to get the beers myself. “Tell me if I miss anything.”

The ball game had been an exciting one so far; the lead switching from team to team as the game progressed. I was reluctant to tear myself away from the TV, but we all needed that liquid refreshment essential to watching any sporting event!

“How long is this stupid game going on?” asked my wife as I opened the fridge, “I’m bored!”

She smiled that impish little grin at me. The one she knows I find hard to resist. “I’m also feeling a little horny, baby. C’mon, get rid of these guys and forget the game, I got something hot just for you!”

I thought about it. My wife can be a hot little bitch when she wants. But I stood firm. “Sorry honey, It’ll have to wait a while, the game’s just getting interesting, and the guys want their beer!”

I could almost feel her icy stare on my back as I returned to the lounge to resume watching the game. Frank, Joey and myself watched, drank and cheered as our team increased their lead. At one point I heard Janice stomping up the stairs and assumed that she was going to watch a soap or something on the TV in our bedroom. I paid no more attention to her until, several minutes later I heard her returning. Joey was sitting by the door and was the first to see her as she entered the room. His eyes stood out on stalks as he looked at my wife. Whilst she was upstairs, she had changed her clothes and now appeared before us barefoot and wearing only the briefest pair of shorts and a thin cotton t-shirt. It was obvious that she had not worn a bra under the shirt and her large breasts bobbed and jiggled under the thin material as she walked. Her attitude had changed as well. She stood in front of us smiling sweetly.

“Can I get you more drinks, boys?”

Frank and Joey seemed more interested in ogling her long, bare legs than watching the game as the quickly nodded their assent. Janice disappeared back into the kitchen and returned a moment later with three cold bottles. She sashayed around the room passing the drinks to my friends and giving them a good view of her legs, one of her best features, I might add. As she passed the last bottle to me she had a wicked grin on her face. I had seen this look before and it suddenly dawned on me what she was up to. Janice loves to flirt. She can be a real slut when she’s horny and we have both been known to take things further than just looking. The game was drawing to a close now and the result seemed settled. Perhaps it was time for a little bit of fun, I thought! I could see that Frank and Joey were trying to conceal obvious erections. Janice had been pestering me to buy her an expensive pair of shoes she had seen for the last two weeks. I had bought them already, but was keeping them as a surprise to give to her later. But now a different idea had formed in my head. Without a word, I quickly ran to the den and fetched the shoes, still neatly wrapped and in their box. I returned to the lounge and, opening the box showed my purchase to my two friends. They both looked and agreed that they looked really elegant.
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Freshmen and My Wife

My wife and I had been married for almost 8 years when this little incident occurred. As the years have gone by, our sex life has progressed and grown richer. I have made sure of that by asking about her fantasies, then fulfilling them the best I can. We include spanking, mild bondage, domination and submission into our sexual repertory.

But I always felt that she was holding out on me; that there was one fantasy that she would not share with me. After much prodding she admitted that she was obsessed with the idea of being fucked by more than one guy. I was not surprised.

My wife Jennifer ( the names have been changed to protect the naughty) is a very sexual person. Her body screams sex. She is petite, with dark hair, green eyes, large breasts for her size and a large round ass; God, I love to spank that ass, but I digress.

Months went by and I made no mention of it. Then we went on our vacation to Florida, staying at a small hotel near the beach. My wife loves the beach.

On the third day, while we were on the beach, two young men set up camp next to our towel. They looked to me to be about 18 or 19 years old, average looking, not jocks nor geeks, just average guys. I should know, I was one of them at their age. I got laid every once in a while, but mostly I just jerked off. The interesting thing about them was their contrast, one guy was shorter with dark hair, the other fair-haired and over six foot.

Jennifer quickly started a conversation with them which surprised me and gave me an idea. We learned that they were freshmen at the local college. As Jennifer talked, she asked me to rub some sunscreen on her. Although it seemed to me that she had plenty of sunscreen on, I did as she asked.

As we chatted with Mark, the blond, and Ray, the shorter one, I spread lotion all over my wife’s front side paying special attention to the exposed tops of her ample breasts. I could see the guys steal glances at her tits. She turned over and I did the same to her backside. Her ass also received extra special attention. I could tell we had these students’ full attention now by the bulges in their swimsuits.

The guys excused themselves and went into the ocean to cool off. While they where gone I asked my wife if she would like to live out her fantasy with these two young bucks. She said that it had entered her mind the minute she laid eyes on them.

Before I could talk to her about some ground rules the guys came back from their dip. I told them that we were going back to the hotel and asked if they would like to join us for a few beers. They said sure; that sounded great. They knew what we had in mind was more than just beers. We packed up and trekked to the hotel room. My wife strolled behind me with the two young bucks on either side of her. She asked them questions. She laughed at something one of them said; her laugh was a bit too high and fast. I could tell she was nervous.
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I Did The Easter Bunny

Yesterday I was walking in the mall killing time during my lunch break. I walked past the open area where they had set up the big chair and the camera, for kids to take a picture with the Easter Bunny. As I passed by, I was looking at the Easter Bunny, and he waved at me. Since I couldn’t see the person inside, I wasn’t really sure if he was waving at me or not, but the big head kept turning as I walked by, and continued to wave until finally, I waved back. He then motioned me to come over, and I thought, why not, I’ll take a $5 polaroid with the Easter Bunny.

Since it was lunchtime on a weekday, there wasn’t a line, so I walked past the white picket fence that was set up for kiddie mob control, and sat on EB’s lap. A fluffy white paw went to my waist, and I heard a male voice from inside say, “What’s your name?” I told him my name was Angel, and he said, “very sweet…” as his paw moved down from my waist, down the curve of my hip, and settled on my ass.

The Easter Bunny was hitting on me! was all I could think. Just then, the photographer, dressed in green with a purple tulip headpiece, yelled “smile!” and snapped the picture. I was caught off guard, and blinked right when she took it, so I requested another. All this time, EB’s paw was moving over my ass, caressing it. Thinking I’d have some fun, I moved from one side of his lap to the other, rubbing my ass over the crotch of his bunny suit. When I settled myself on his other leg, I looked at EB and saw that the furry chest beneath his bright green vest was visibly taking deeper breaths.

I smiled at him, evil, and asked, “What’s wrong EB?”

His muffled voice said, “Got anywhere to go after this? I’ve got a break coming.”

I checked my watch and said, “I’ve got about 40 minutes until I have to be back at my office.”

Just then, the purple tulip-head said, “Are you ready?” How nice of her to ask. EB and I nodded yes, and she snapped the photo. I got up up from EB’s lap, and he stood up behind me. He told the tulip that he was taking his half hour, and that we’d be back for my picture later. EB took me by the hand and led me to one of the doors that led to the maze of hallways behind the mall stores. We walked through several hallways, before he finally stopped at a door.

“Where are we?” I asked.
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Maries First Stranger

You just would never, ever think that she could be naughty. My very lovely wife, Marie, looks like a quiet, innocent librarian. Five foot five, pretty doe eyes, brown and shinning, a pert brunette, 120 pounds, a nice figure with D cup breasts that were big, heavy and oh so firm. But especially when wearing glasses, she looked so pure.

But by the time she was thirty, Marie was beginning to discover she loved to show off that body, especially to strangers. Marie was a very submissive woman, deferring to me on any occasion. The perfect little wife: obedient and sexy.

On one very special day, there was a different tone in her voice.

“O.K. Buster,” she said almost as soon as we walked into the two room suite in the expensive New York City hotel. “This is the afternoon you’re gonna get your fantasy come true.” And with that she placed her hands on my chest and pushed me onto the bed.

For a moment I thought she was going to attack me sexually, but Marie stepped back as I recovered and sat up.

“You’ve been saying for five years you wanted me to fuck another man. Do you think you can really take that?”

My pulse quickened and I felt a stirring in my loins.

“Yes, dear. But you know I want to watch.”

Marie walked over to the closet. “You see the slats in this door?”

It took me a few seconds to realize what she meant.

“You can see out if you are in there, but no one can see in,” I said.

“That’s right.” And with that she took a chair from the small desk in the room and placed it in the closet. “I’m going to that fancy lounge downstairs. You wait here and don’t leave the room. I will call you,” she said, “Maybe.”
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Co Worker Interracial

Ok, here goes. I’ve read these stories for some time now, so I decided to share my personal experience with everyone. First, I guess I should tell you a little about myself. I’m 37 year old mother of 2. I’m about 5’8, blonde(not naturally), I try to go to the gym a few times a week, so I have a really nice body I’m told. About 2 years ago, I got implants, so know I’m pretty curvy. I’m 34C-24-34. I am married, but due to my husbands job, he is normally away from home for about 3 weeks at a time. This has been the arrangement for years, so I have usually been pretty used to it. I get to go out with my girlfriends whenever I want, even though I have only cheated on him a few times over the years. We live in the southeastern United States. Enough about me, I guess I should get on with my story.

So, I work for in HR for a company, but our headquarters is in another state. It’s a pretty laid back job, not a lot of rules, so I really enjoy my job. Anyway, about 6 months before this encounter took place, I got a new manager, whom I had never met. Initially, all I really knew about him was that he was younger than I, around 28. I’m a natural flirt, so he & I had lots of flirty conversations on the phone, which led to us talking on the phone more often than needed & exchanging naughty e-mails. Jeff had a really sexy voice on the phone, & I’ll admit, sometimes, he got me really turned on. I sent him a few pics of me, but he never sent me any of him, although he told me what he looked like. Jeff told me he was tall, well built & handsome. As time went on, our talks got hotter & to be honest, all I could think about was fucking him. Eventually, he had to come visit our office, since he was a new manager, the days before he came, I could hardly wait. I told him that he better be ready when he got here. The day he arrived, I wore something very sexy, because I wanted him as hot to see me as I was to finally get my hands on him. I wore this black skirt that was really tight, split up the side to show my long tan legs & a yellow top that showed a lil more cleavage than was probably appropriate for work. To be honest, I really didn’t care. Jeff was coming in around noon, few quick meetings, a diner after work with a few in the office, then he & I were off to his hotel, to make reality out of all our talk!!

So about 11:45 a co-worker & I were sitting out on the steps of our office, smoking a cigarette when a SUV pulls in. Not recognizing the driver I paid little attention until he got out of the car. Walking toward us was this tall, very well dressed, very well built young, BLACK GUY. It still didn’t register to me who this person was, until he walked up to me & said “Hi Becky, I’m Jeff”. Honestly, I almost dropped my cigarette. This was not @ all what I had expected. Jeff didn’t sound like any black guy I had ever heard speak on the phone. I didn’t know what to do. This is a guy I had told time & time again all the things I was going to do to him & all the nasty things I was going to let him do to me. I tried to compose myself as my co-worker walked back inside. Jeff, looked at me, knowing he wasn’t what I was expecting. “Didn’t expect me to have such a great tan did ya?” No, I told him. “So I guess our private meeting is off for tonight, ” he said. I’ll have to think about it, I told him.
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Claudia The Woman Next Door

I had watched Claudia since she and Clint had moved next door. She was 5’6” weighted about 120 lbs., had blonde hair down to her waist and it anything was a little top heavy. She always smiled, had this great walk about her, and wore the sexiest clothes. She had tow children while living there, breast fed both and her chest seem to get and stay bigger each time. Her breasts appeared to stay firm and erect. Often she would wear just a T- shirt, which always, couldn’t be tucked in. Her breasts just wouldn’t allow it.

The neighborhood would have volley ball games and everyone wanted to be on the opposite teams, to be assured of good view of her bouncing, staying breasts. Me I liked to dive for the ball and catch my glimpses up her t-shrit when getting up. While we had a number of conversations, and I will be the first to admit I couldn’t keep my eyes off her chest. See knew I was looking. It didn’t seem to bother her. I was disappointed to find out her husband had gotten a transfer and they were going to Europe for three years.

One afternoon, her husband was in Europe and it was about a week before he was do back and they were to move, the house had been sold, She was in the yard with kids. I had gotten home early and the wife was still working. I drove in the driveway and she said Hi. We chatted for awhile, she had the ever-famous T-shirt on. She said she had just made a pot of coffee and asked if I would like a cup. This would possibly be our last conversation so I said sure, “Just let me put my things inside.”

I knocked on her kitchen door and she let me in. While, I had seen her nipples proud before they looked exceptionally large today. I caught myself staring and she did also. She asked me where her kids where, I told her they were playing out front.

She poured our coffees and sat at the table. When she leaned forward her nipples would rub against the table. Her nipples, her breasts were just magnificent.

She was well aware I was talking to her chest as we chatted. When she blurted out, “You like them don’t you?” With my mind elsewhere, my mouth went into motion before my brain I replied, “Yes.” Followed quickly by, “Sorry” when my brain caught up. She said, “Why this is not the first time you’ve looked at them.” My only comment was, “Yes I have noticed them before.” Grinning. She smiled and asked where her kids were and got up to look out the front window. Returning to the kitchen, she said, “They are playing, they should be fine for a little while.” She never sat down. Instead she looked out all the windows backed up against the kitchen wall; I turned in my chair to look at her.

Without saying a word, she crossed her arms, grabbed the bottom of her T-shirt and pulled off over her head. I was frozen, there they were, big then life, heaving with every breath she took. Even with, what I would guess as 40Ds, they stood firm. Not needing any support. “Well,” she said. I was speechless, unusual for me, as I looked. The bulge grow in my pants as I wanted caress, lick, suck and fuck her breasts. I didn’t say a thing, until she said, “Glenn, these are not the first breasts you have seen.” “No,” I replied. “But they are the best.”
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Meeting The Boss

I love reading these stories and always wanted to have an experience worthy of submitting. Before I get started let me introduce myself. My name is Kellie. I’m 24 yrs old, 5’5″, 119 lbs, with a 34c-24-34 build, and a firm round butt (not too big), topped of with medium length, dirty blond hair. I have been married for 3 yrs to my husband of 31 yrs. David is 6’00” tall and fit, a hard worker and a good husband, who also has a cute butt.

We had just moved to the panhandle of Florida where my husband had received a job offer at a much better salary than he had been making. I’ll omit telling the exact location in FL, and what his job was to maintain some privacy. Our marriage has been great so far and we are still energetic in the bedroom or wherever the mood happens to take us. We have talked about our likes and dislikes and fantasy’s, and we try things out whenever an opportunity presents itself.

Some of the things we enjoy doing is having me flash if we’re out on the highway. Dave has even had me ride around in the passenger’s seat totally naked. He also enjoys it when I give him a blowjob when he’s driving. So overall he isn’t the jealous type. He also likes me to dress sexy when we go out, being sure to show my bouncy tits and nice ass. He thinks it’s kewl when guys turn and stare at me, and has even had some comment to him on how hot I look when we’re in clubs and they didn’t know he was with me. As a result Dave frequently lays out my outfits for me when we go out. He has never mentioned doing any swapping or anything, but he has hinted about me inviting a girlfriend over to try. As of yet we haven’t gone there, but it is a possibility. I wondered what he would think of another guy, but he’s too macho to try. As open-minded as Dave is I know that if I were ever unfaithful he would take it very seriously and probably want a divorce. He has told me enough stories about friend’s relationships for me to get an idea about how he feels.

David is very professional about his work and when arriving at this new company he worked overtime many nights trying to fit in and blend with the current staff. He told me stories about how great his boss is, and about if his boss likes an employee they can really move up the ladder of success quickly. Overall Dave felt like he was getting in good with the boss and could be very competitive with the existing staff when it came time for advancement.

We had been in Florida for almost 6 months when Dave told me about some of the employee’s getting together for a party. Evidently one of his co-workers wives was trying to find enough people to have a sex toy party. The girls would go to the party, while the guys would get a barbecue going and drink beer waiting for us to finish, then we could all eat. Dave thought this would be a good chance for me to meet some friends at his work, and show me off a little. Actually I had already met a few of them, but it’s a big company and there were sure to be many people that I had never even heard about. Dave also wanted to introduce me to his boss, and the party was being held at his house.

Dave had picked out a particularly daring outfit for me to wear. It was a thin, strapless white top that showed a good bit of cleavage, and opened a good 6 in before the bottom showing off my belly as well. He also selected my black slacks that I love. They are also thin and form fitting, and show off my ass, but I love them cause they’re so light and comfortable. For underwear I got a white sheer strapless Victoria Secrets bra and a black lacy thong.

After looking at what he had laid out I asked him if we were going out clubbing, or to his office party? He said “Well it’s a sex toy party and I want you to look sexy”. I think he was just horny and had his mind on himself, but I agreed and after showering I put on what he wanted. I must say I was very hot looking. I would have to wear this when we went out clubbing next. It took quite a while to get ready, cause Dave kept feeling me up and kissing on me, but eventually we were in the car and on the way.
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Horny Pregnant and Dripping

David sat staring at his computer screen, trying to will the machine to complete the boot operation. The desktop showed up on the screen and he was just about to let out a whoop of triumph, when the screen turned that unmistakable bright blue and the machine shutdown.

“Pig fucking piece of shit!” he said, his hand sweeping out to destroy the carefully built stack of Mountain Dew cans. Outside his window the sky was black. How had that happened? He let out an exasperated sigh and looked at his watch. It was already 9:30 at night; he’d been at this for 6 hours. With an exasperated sigh he began banging his head on the desk where the tower of cans had recently stood.

“Um Dave, are you ok?” asked a voice from the doorway. David looked up in surprise, not knowing anyone else was in the office.

“Oh shit, Mae,” he said, “you scared the heck out of me! I thought I was alone.”

“Sorry, I had some work to do.” She looked down and then flashed a meek smile. “Look I can tell you’re not here at 9:30 because you enjoy the comfortable chair, so I know you must be having some major problem, but could you take a couple seconds and look at my system? My screen just got all funky.”

Dave sighed again, this was typical. Every time he had an issue, or some deadline to meet, some stupid user or another had some “emergency” they needed fixed. Usually it was a missing photo of their cat, a favorite non-work related web site that wouldn’t come up or a password they had forgotten for the umpteenth time. Things had been a lot easier around here before they had laid off the real IT techs and Dave had been christened the company’s “computer guy”, just because he knew how to boot his system up. Computers were a hobby for him, but he wasn’t qualified to run a help desk. Not to mention that he had his own work to do.

Most of the issues people called him on were stupid shit, user induced problems that accompany unskilled users where ever they go. The dreaded ID10T error, he called it. But Mae was different. She was pretty computer savvy, and on the few times she did have to call him, it was usually something major that wasn’t her fault.

“Sure,” he said with a sigh, “it’s not like I’m getting anywhere fast with this.” He stood and started walking down the hall to Mae’s office.

“What’s wrong with your computer?” she asked.

“It’s broken,” he quipped back, parroting the most often given answer when he posed that question. This elicited a chuckle from Mae, because she knew how much that aggravated him. “No seriously, the damned thing is broken. The boss let his kid get on my computer while I was at lunch today and play some game he downloaded. By the time I got back the virus the little shit downloaded along with the game had eaten half my hard drive.”

“Oh my gawd,” said Mae genuinely shocked, “how bad is it?”

“It’s bad,” said Dave rolling his eyes. “I finally threw in the towel and tried to reformat the freakin thing. That was at 4:30. You can tell how well that worked out.”

“Wow, you mean you couldn’t even wipe the hard drive? You think the boot sector is destroyed? Maybe some physical damage to the drive itself?”

Dave blinked a couple times. He new she was literate, but didn’t know she knew anything technical about computers. “Yeah,” he said slowly, “maybe so. Say, where’d you learn that anyway? I figured you’d be the kinda girl who thinks a boot sector is the section of the local shoe store.”

Mae slapped him on the arm and laughed. Dave always got along with Mae, and They often went out for drinks with other co-workers after work hours 5’6″ tall, fairly petite, with shoulder length black hair and green eyes, Mae wasn’t too bad to look at either, if a bit skinny for his tastes. That had all changed recently, as Mae was about 5 months pregnant. Her body had blossomed and the weight she had gained had filled her out in all the right places. Her ass had a smooth roundness that replaced the slightly flat rump she normally had, and her breasts had increased at least a cup size to a nice full B, or a small C. The most distinctive change had been in her face, where the added flesh had softened her features. Like all women carrying a child, her skin glowed with health, and Dave thought she had gone from pretty to hot as hell, despite the obvious swell of pregnancy in her belly. Of course, Dave had always found pregnant women attractive, a feeling that always made him feel a little perverted.
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Barb On The Beach

Barb, I got a big promotion at the bank!!” I announced, as I entered the house.

My beautiful wife of 17 years turned around from the stove of our spacious kitchen, and hurried over to hug me as I strode across the room. “Oh that’s wonderful darling. I am so proud of you! You deserve it!” she smiled her teeth perfectly white. She pressed her well-toned body into me as we embraced.

My wife has a beautiful body! Even after 2 kids, Barb’s voluptuous body has been kept in shape by her daily exercise at the women’s gym in town. Her legs, thighs, and bottom are that of a 30 year old. You would never guess she has two teenage children, or that she was 38 years old. She always dressed in attractive color-coordinated outfits. Her clothes were elegant but conservative. She did not even own a sleeveless shirt. Barb always wore her make-up, and she looked as though she visited the beauty solon seven days a week. She didn’t. She was just a naturally neat and elegant lady with a hair never out of place.

As we hugged and laughed, I could feel her natural D-cup breasts press into my chest. With her neck high pressed blouses downplaying her figure, you would never guess she had firm, natural bosoms capped with ultra large and ultra sensitive nipples. As we finished our hug and parted, I could make out to Barb’s brown nipples through her white blouse. They had become suddenly erect from our spontaneous embrace. Her erect nipples were pressing against the material of her bra and blouse pointing right at me. If she had realized this, she would have quickly crossed her arms to cover up. My wife was very prim and proper, always changing clothes behind a closed and locked bathroom door. We made love only once every two months, and always with the lights off in the missionary position. She was passionate, yet always reserved during sex. She always seemed in control of herself.

As my wife returned to preparing our dinner, I said to her, “Barb, honey I am going to celebrate my promotion by taking my lovely wife to the islands!”

“Oh my goodness! Honey, are you serious?” my wife gushed.

“Yep!” I said. “I have already made the arrangements! We leave day after tomorrow. The kids are staying with my parents.”

“You are tremendous, honey! I love you!” my wife gushed. “I will need to tell Amanda, that I cannot make it to our garden club meeting, and I need to notify Jane that I will miss our bridge game. We always have an alternate.” Wow, I thought, these women were always organized to the last detail. My wife’s friends were just like her. They always displayed the proper social etiquette from the book of manners. Barb would not even watch R-rated movies, or anything approaching that subject matter.

Two days flew by and we found ourselves arriving on the island of Aruba in the tropical wonderland of warm sun and cool breezes. We taxied to our resort overlooking the crystal blue ocean and checked in to our two-room suite. Our accommodations were luxurious and spacious.

As we settled in our suite, my wife asked. “Oh darling are you sure we can afford this? This suite is beautiful and we have a living room and a bedroom to relax. You are something else!”

We slept soundly that first night. The warm breeze of the ocean was hypnotizing as it passed through our bedroom window, which we left open in the night. We did not make love, since we were both exhausted from our travel. We awoke the next morning more rested and alive than we had been in years. What a great night’s sleep, we thought!

After a late breakfast, we decided it was time to go down to the beach. My wife took her bathing suit from her suitcase and skipped off to the bathroom to change. As the bathroom door closed, I heard the clicking of the lock as she began to change into her beach attire. I quickly changed into my suit and waited for my sweet wife to join me. I heard the door to the bathroom open as my wife came strolling out into the living room of our suite. Barb had transformed herself into true island goddess. She had brought a pale blue, one- piece bathing suit on our trip. Her body filled out the suit perfectly. Her beautiful tan, smooth legs were topped with flared hips and round bottom. The top of her suit held her nice naturally round breasts and large nipples in a conservative cut, which sloped gently into her cleavage. Shinning, dark blond hair capped her 5′ 4″ frame, and her hairstyle was cut at medium length just above her petite shoulders. As my eyes drank in her beauty, I looked across her pelvis and noticed the plump lump of her luxurious, brown bush hiding beneath the taut fabric of her suit. Barb was not a true blonde, but the contrast of blonde hair and her dark bush was extremely erotic, I thought.

It was near noon as we made our way to the beach. I noticed several men eyeing my wife’s figure as we picked out two lounges to occupy and relax. Barb looked stunning lying in the sun as the ocean breeze lapped our skin. After laying out tanning for about 90 minutes, I suggested we take a walk on the beach. We strolled over a mile down the sunny, sun kissed sand along the edge of the water chatting and enjoying ourselves. Then the scenery changed to vacant rugged terrain along the waters edge and fewer people were around. My sweet wife did not notice any change, but I did. As I looked around I saw a topless lady sunbathing just to our right. We must have walked into a clothing optional area of the island! I thought we should turn back towards the resort, but continued on anyway. I guess to see my wife’s reaction when she realized we had stumbled upon naked people. Walking along with my wife, I suddenly heard her gasp. My eyes looked into her face and I heard her whisper. “Oh my God!!” She stopped dead in her tracks. Confused by her sudden stop, my eyes turned to follow her line of sight. Approximately 50 yards in front of us, a large naked black man was waking along the water in our direction. He had a smooth baldhead and muscular body with huge wide shoulders .As I glanced back to my still frozen wife, I noticed her eyes staring towards the black man’s mid-section. As I followed her gaze back to the oncoming man, I saw why my wife had come to a dead halt. This large black man had a huge dick hanging from his loins. It was bigger than anything I had ever seen in my life!! I was sure it was the biggest dick my wife had ever seen. I don’t think she had ever seen anyone’s dick but my own. It was approximately 7 inches long and thick, hanging almost halfway down his muscular thighs. It seemed to dance and bob up and down as he strode toward us. It was bigger than my dick when erect! Barb’s breathing was choppy as he approached. As he walked by us, he smiled at my wife and said hello. Her eyes were riveted to his big black appendage. He disappeared into the distance giving us a view of his black muscular ass.
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To Spank a Schoolgirl

Professor Daren was sweating. Karla had come to class dressed completely inappropriately again, and he was having the worst time trying to hide the tent in his pants.

Second row back, the flirty redhead was leaning forward, as if completely interested in everything he was saying. Really, however, the curvy college freshman was giving him a great view down her button up shirt… under which she was wearing nothing, as he could attest to. He wondered if she’d given her high school teachers this much trouble or if it was just him. A younger professor, Daren was about 35 years old, 6’1″ with shortly clipped brown hair. Attractive and very young for his position, his classes on abnormal psychology were a favorite for females. Especially now when the topic had moved into sexual abnormalities and fetishes. When he’d first taken the position he hadn’t realized how full of females his classes could get, he tended to try to get through this section as quickly as possible, not wanting to discuss sexual fetishes too deeply in class. For as much as he knew he had to hide it, he had his own fetish… probably part of the reason he’d become a professor rather than a teacher. He was entranced with the schoolgirl image, the Catholic schoolgirl gone wrong and needed a spanking. For years he’d been picturing himself having to administer punishment to some nubile young girl, turning her ass red with a paddle. Just thinking about it made him hard… not that that could hurt now, he was already at full mast just from looking down Karla’s shirt at her perky, round, pale white breasts. Gorgeous things that they were.

Fortunately, he’d been doing these lectures for long enough that his mouth could run on the familiar words without his brain being behind it. Otherwise he’d probably be in front of this class just stuttering like a fool. He’d had brazen girls in his classes before, wanting to ask him out for a date, trying to do “extra credit”, but none were as forward as Karla. Every day it was something different, a short skirt that would lift up to reveal a pale ass (perfect for spanking) as she bent over to pick something up on her way up the stairs to a lecture seat in the back, lowcut shirts that made the most of her considerable cleavage… one day she’d stopped by his podium on her way out of the class and managed to brush her hand against his crotch. She knew she got him hard, it’d been right there for her to feel it. Rather than curbing her behavior, however, she’d gotten worse after that incident.

After the class was over, he wondered how he was going to last with such a little tease for the rest of the semester.

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The Lap Dance

“I’m off to work!”

I was laying across my bed reading a book and listening to music when my roommate and friend, LaDonna, peeked into my room. “Ok, girl,” I said, looking up briefly from the page that I was reading. “Make me a lot of money,” I joked, though I already knew that she would. She had recently gotten a job as a waitress a little over a month before and had been bringing in good money since she had started. I was glad for her AND myself because she was now able to be on time with her share of the bills.

Fortunately, the bills weren’t too bad. We lived rent free in a nice 4- bedroom Victorian style house that my grandmother had left me when she passed away. The bills weren’t too bad, so we always managed. I let Donna move in with me so that she could get on her feet after her husband of one whole year left her high and dry (he even took the car that she had paid for with her income tax money!). She had been working different odd jobs and temp jobs to do her share and I knew it wasn’t easy, so I didn’t bug her much about it. As long as she was trying to help I didn’t care, especially since she helped me do some minor renovating on the place. After all she was my friend and I didn’t have the heart to be a bitch about a few extra dollars on the bills.

But on with the tale….

Where was I? OH!………

“Make me a lot of money.”

“Only for you, Chelly Belly,” she joked back, calling me by the nickname that used to drive me nuts. She shifted the black duffle bag that she carried from one shoulder to the other.

“Is your ride here already?” I asked, forever playing the surrogate mother in spite of the fact that she was actually older than me by a few months.

“Yes, dear,” she said with a smile. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Okay,” I told her. “You be careful. You know I’m not too crazy about this whole ‘night shift’ thing you got going.”

“I’m safe,” she told me for the umpteenth time. “You worry too much.”

“I know, but I’m so good at it.”

She smiled a little bit, before turning to head downstairs to leave. I look out of my patio door and watched her climb into a car with so much bass booming from it, that I could only imagine how pissed the neighbors were for having to hear it at 9:30 at night.

I shook my head with a small smile and went downstairs to fix myself a bowl of ice cream to enjoy while I continued my Saturday night routine of reading and listening to some soft music.

Boring, you think? Maybe… but after being something of a wild teenager growing up (unbeknownst to my family) all I desired on most nights was simply to relax after a day of working. But I digress…

At the tender age of 25, I already considered myself middle- aged. I own a home (thanks to Granny), a nice SUV, managed a boutique with awesome clientele and was doing a little real estate on the side. I was doing better than a lot of people twice my age. But do you really care about that stuff. I’m sure you are wondering about how I look, right?

Well, I’m about 5’5″… caramel hued skin… grey eyes that most believe are contact lenses (but they’re real… really they are!)… shoulder length dark brown hair( a little overdue for a deep conditioning, but it’s okay)… a decent pair of boobies if you like a C-cup… I have a very slight pudge around the belly area that I can’t seem to get rid of no matter how much I work out (it could be the eating ice cream late a night…), but it is not horrendous or anything like that…

My blessing and curse is my butt. It is a Certified Grade A Ghetto Booty. An authentic Ka-Dunk-A-Dunk! I hated it in school because it was often the topic of conversation with the fellas, but I learned to deal with it. Sometimes I used to my advantage. It was also the cause of me getting put out of the clubs for fighting in my wilder days. Grabbing my ass was a bad idea, but most guys didn’t realize it until it was too late….

Anyway, there’s a little background info on me… I’m sure that you are curious about LaDonna as well…
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Reluctant Wife Anne

For a long time I have always wanted to see my wife, Anne, fuck other men, or more to the point, be fucked by other men, used like a slut etc. It had to be whilst I watched or took part as I didn’t get off on her doing it whilst I wasn’t there.

Unfortunately she didn’t want to do it. The main reason was that she didn’t really buy into the idea of having more than one man at a time, but she wasn’t comfortable with her body anyway. I believed she said she wasn’t comfortable with the way she looked as a cover for not wanting to come across prudish, which she had been accused of by her female friends, as well as me. Having said that, we did have a healthy and regular sex life.

At this point I have to say that my wife Anne is 43, and has given birth to three children, and following an operation, she can’t have anymore. She still has an attractive face but the body is no longer the size and shape as when she was 20 (and neither is mine). Whatever she says though, I still fancy her, as do some of my friends.

Deep down, whatever the reasons she had, I knew that she would never say yes to the idea. The more I thought about it, though, the more I wanted to see it happen.

Anyway, onto the story…..

Anne and a friend of ours, Helen, had just come back from a day out horse riding. Helen had come back to our house to collect something or other, any excuse to stop and chat.

Helen began to tell us how one of the horses at the stables had to be operated on. In order to carry it out they gave it a special drug so the horse would be knocked out completely and not remember anything when it woke up.

Anne interrupted “It sounds like a stronger version of the drug Kate,one of our children, was given at the hospital when she needed a tiny operation on her hand, do you remember darling?”.

“Yes, little thing didn’t remember anything” I replied.

Helen continued “Well, it’s exactly the same drug, just a bigger dosage. It is totally safe for humans, just knocks you out a bit longer than it does a horse! To be honest, I have taken it on occasions when I am in pain with my back and cannot sleep a wink. This stuff knocks you out for 12 hours and when you wake up you can’t remember what day of the week it is, never mind what you were doing before you dosed off.”
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Softball Slut

This happened two years ago. My wife and I have been married for 12 years and at 35, she still is as hot as when we married. During the summer on Fridays when I would come home from working the second shift, my neighbors Pam and Tom would have the fire going and the drinks flowing. So by the time I would come home, everyone would be in a happy mood. So it was no surprise when Kristy called me at work to say that she would be at Pam’s helping her making party food (it was Tom’s turn to host his softball teams after game party) I said OK, but don’t have too much fun until I get home. She just laughed and said it will be hard when all the young men are there.

When I got home the party was going strong, I gave the group a quick Hi and said that I will be right over. I didn’t see Kristy outside but when I got inside I could hear voices coming from the Kitchen and I herd Kristy say slow down we have all night. So I backed up a little so that I could make a louder entrance. Kristy then came out with a tray of ice and cups and a young man who she introduced as Eric. We said are hellos and he took the stuff out to the party. She was wearing her shortest cutoff jeans and her halter-top which I could see was without bra. I could she that she was already a little tipsy and I told her she looked sexy and what she meant we have all night to Eric.

She just looked at the floor and said, you heard that! That’s when she told me how she had told Pam about how I would like to see her fucked by other guys. Pam said since it was close to my birthday she would ask Tom to see if he could set it up with some of his friends from softball. She just looked at me and asked if I was mad? I just gave her a squeeze and a kiss and said no just surprised but very excited. I asked her if she could at least hold off until I return from my shower, she just ran out the door saying she will try.

When I got outside Pam and Kristy were on the deck dancing with 4 guys, Tom was over by the bar with 4 other guys. So I went over and grabbed a beer while Tom introduced me to his friends. Tom asked me if I was filled in and was ok with it. I said if it was ok with Kristy then let’s see what will happen. I did say that 8 might be too many, but Tom said that some will leave and that Pam will take up the slack. It seemed that they have done this a few times and wanted to get Kristy involved.
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Bowl Games

It’s always fun when Steve has the guys over to watch sports. I’m a good little hostess, and I enjoy the attention of a room full of drunk men. Of course, I make sure that I wear as little as I can. Just for fun. I love serving the guys their beers and snacks. Although Steve has been the only man I’ve ever slept with, I’m not naive. I am just a good little hostess.

My husband Steve and I met when I was only 12. He was 29 and a family friend. By the time I was 16, I knew that I wanted him for life. I made every attempt to be near him, and let him know that I would do anything to be with him. He resisted at first, but when you have a young girl who worships you, you become curious. I seduced him, and on my 17th Birthday he caved in. Despite our age difference, we soon fell in love. Of course, this caused great concern with my family.

But I was resolved to do whatever it took to marry this man, and after I graduated High School he asked me to be his bride.

We married and moved South to NC. He worked hard and gave me everything I ever wanted. I in turn was the dutiful wife, cooking and cleaning and doing whatever he asked of me in bed.

Soon he began to bring home his friends to meet me. He loved his sports, and whenever there was a big game, his friends would come over to watch it here. I always cooked up a big feast for them, and made sure the fridge was stocked with plenty of beer. Basically, I served them and picked up after them through out the event.

I was entering my early 20’s and I was very happy with my life with Steve. Nothing unusual happened until this November.

I came out of the bedroom to find Steve sitting on the couch and his best friend Frank sitting in the recliner. There was an early game on and I didn’t know Frank was coming over. I was wearing a pair of shorts that barely covered my ass. Actually, they didn’t cover it. But when I saw Frank there I dutifully began serving him and my husband while they watched the game.
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Hotel Room

The maid knocked on the door for the third time, rather pointlessly it seemed. She had obviously rushed out or fallen asleep. To her surprise, the door opened to reveal a beautiful woman, dressed only in a very short, see-through dressing gown.

“Come on in,” she said as if her mind were occupied with other things. The maid rushed past, half embarrassed for the woman and her lack of clothing. The door was closed behind her, much to the maid’s surprise.

“On the coffee table please.”

The young maid set down the champagne and made for the door, deliberately passing the woman for her tip. She leaned against the wall by the door, arms folded. The maid gave a quiet sigh of resignation and turned the door handle.

“If there’s anything else don’t hesitate…”

“Can I ask a favour of you?’ said the woman.

“Uhh, sure,” said the maid. “That’s what we’re here for.”

“What bra size are you? You look pretty big…”

The girl quickly shut the door in her embarrassment.

“It’s just that I really need a bra for tonight and I’m sure you could lend me yours, if it’s the right size of course.”

“Umm.. Well I’m a thirty four D, so I doubt if…”

“My size exactly.”

She knew the woman was lying; she looked double D at least. After examining her breasts, she noticed her entire body was wet which made her dressing gown cling to her. She’d been in the shower, her reason for lateness at the door.
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Beach Bang

I was walking on the beach early one summer morning. The surf splashed water on my legs as I waded knee deep in the cool ocean.

The beach was empty of other people this morning; which seemed strange to me as it was a relatively hot and humid day.

Off in the distance I spotted the lone figure of what appeared to be a very pretty blonde. She was lying face down on a beach towel, obviously trying to catch a few rays of the warm sun overhead.

Seeing no one else around, I walked towards the pretty fugure before me. Might as well try to make friends with her if she would let me.

As I approached the prone figure; I couldn’t help but notice the long, sexy, legs stretched out on the large towel. Looking up her legs, my gaze stopped at her smooth, round butt. She was wearing a red thong bikini bottom which showed all of her tight, well tanned, ass.

My gaze traveled further up her long slender body. She was topless; face down on the towel. Her face was turned away from me as she seemed unaware of my presence.

I caught a glimpse of one of her pert, alert nipples on one of her small, but well rounded, breasts. This small sight caused a predictable response from me. My penis began to slowly stiffen as I finally arrived at where the blonde beauty was sunning herself.

She suddenly raised herself up off the towel and turned her face towards me. Even though she was wearing sunglasses, I could tell that my appearance had surprised her.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” I appologized. “Didn’t mean to give you a start, pretty lady.”

“It’s alright. I could faintly hear your feet shuffle through the sand as you walked up.” She answered me in a very familiar voice. I knew that voice from somewhere, I just couldn’t quite place it.

She looked at me through the dark lenses of her sunglasses. Most likely she was trying to size me up as a friendly guy or a possible pervert. Which one; I didn’t know.

Her long, silken, blonde hair, fell upon her shoulders. Her mouth was round and full lipped. I knew this pretty lady from somewhere. It was bugging me that I couldn’t remember where it was.

She made no effort to hide her small, but perfectly round breasts, from my sight. The unknown blonde noticed me staring at her perfect, lovely, mounds of womanhood. She also could not help but notice the bulge in my shorts as my manhood was at its fullest.

“Is that for me?” She asked as she took off her sunglasses.
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Shuttle Bus

I knew that my wife was in a flirty mood when she came out of the 7/11 restroom. She had just finished a training session in Florida for her job and we were headed down the interstate to the airport. We stopped to get some beverages and to let her change out of her blue dress so she would be more comfortable on the airplane.

The sharply dressed professional woman who went into that restroom, was replaced by a sexy babe. Slinging her backpack containing her dress over her shoulder, she exited the washroom, and my eyes widened at the sight of her. In place of the flowing dress was a pair of blue-denim short-shorts, and a tight black tank-top with the words “Bad girl” on the front, stretched by her lovely breasts. The combination of the form fitting shirt and it’s low cut neckline exposed a delightful amount of cleavage, guaranteed to catch the eye of any passerby.

We got our drinks and loaded back into the rental car, making our way to the car return. After the surly check-in person finished with us, we made our way to the shuttle bus. It was a small group waiting for the bus, all business travelers, easy to identify because of the ubiquitous laptop cases. When the bus pulled in five of us got on. Two dark haired men traveling together, both in white dress shirts and dark slacks, a blond in polo shirt and khakis and another guy with sandy hair with jeans and a polo. The driver of the bus was a slender black man. Other than my wife the bus was entirely male, and all of us were between 30-45. This situation did not escape my wife’s notice as the bus pulled out into traffic, as she looked me in the eye and said, ” I never thought I’d be writing to Penthouse but…” with a big grin. I smiled in return, and made a mock look of shock and scandal as she made reference to the possibility of a fantasy of hers, a group of men all lavishing her with attention.

I don’t think she meant for anyone else to hear her comment, but the sudden turn of the head and look of surprise on the face of the nearest bus rider, the blond, made it obvious that there was no problem with his hearing. I expected my wife to turn red with embarrassment, but instead she met his gaze, peering over the top of her sunglasses and boldly winking at him. She glanced at me, noting the stunned look on my face was changing into a big grin. As blondie continued to stare at her, my wife shifted in her seat, turning toward him , and bending forward, elbows on knees, causing her breasts to spill further over the top of her shirt.

Nervously, he left his seat, and walked back to where we were seated in the back. My wife continued to smile at him as I continued to smile at her. As he reached our seats, supporting himself on the swaying bus by holding the overhead rail, he tried to strike up a conversation.”

“Hi, I, uhh, where are you…”

“Hi,” responded my wife, putting an end to his verbal fumbling as she reached out her hand and fondled his cock through his khakis.
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Going Down

Tuesday afternoons are always the slowest in the mall. Few customers, even fewer purchases and, in my store, very little task work. Alan and I were bored out of our minds by 2:00 when he asked if he could take the trash out.

“Actually,” I said, “I was thinking about doing it, myself.” Alan expressed surprise as I usually delegated trash duty to the part-timers, a perk of management, I suppose. But I was really in the mood for a change of scenery and it was a beautiful, warm day out, which I’d had little time to enjoy that morning. We decided to flip for it and I won. Boy, did I win…

No one had taken the trash out for a few days and several boxes and waste bags had piled up. I knew it would take some time and I planned to drag it out as long as possible. Loading up one of the wire frame carts with some broken down cardboard and a couple bags, I set off through the back corridors of the mall. As I rounded a corner to the freight elevator, I almost bumped into another cart waiting near the doors.

“Oh, sorry,” I muttered as I pulled to a stop. I looked up to see two of the young women who work at one of the many fashionable clothing stores. Hell if I could remember which one, as I rarely frequented them, but their store always drew a glance from me on passing, though, because of the caliber of employees they hired—all female, all in their early twenties, most impossibly gorgeous. The two I had almost run into were prime examples.
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Size Queen

My whole life I have been attracted to men, since I can first remember. Of course my feelings for some men changed from family love and friendship to lust sometime during my teens, and I became aware of the difference between men and myself.

For starters, I am all woman. I stand 5’8”, long brown hair, olive skin, dark eyes, a very attractive face, and an hourglass figure. I have fairly large breasts; depending on the manufacturer I take either a C or a D cup, usually a D. I workout at the gym every day and run on the weekends, so I have a very flat stomach and toned muscles. I competed in track in my high school, but quit during college. It wasn’t that I wasn’t fast enough; the bouncing of my breasts just became too painful, even with an industrial strength sports bra. In addition to this I was attracting a lot of male attention and I frankly enjoyed it, so I cleared out my schedule a little bit so that I could indulge.

I am particular about the men that I get together with, they have to be first of all a nice guy, a gentleman, motivated, and in good shape. Of course, I prefer them to be good looking, but not in that rugged sort of way, those kinds of guys typically are too macho and filled with themselves.

Another discriminator that I sought after awhile was that they are well hung, well endowed, or big ‘down there’. The guys I dated in high school were mostly big guys, some college guys, but when I got to college I learned that I could have a much greater choice and even share stories with my friends! Who is better to recommend a lover than a good friend, eh?
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