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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.


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!

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.

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.

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!

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.”

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.

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.

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.”

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.

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.

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.

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”.

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.

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.

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.

Jamies Pool Party

Being a senior at University I live on Campus most of the year except during the Christmas, Summer and the other holidays when I try to make it home as much as possible. My new life started with a pool party and sleepover my sister wanted to have after her junior year in college. Seeing as our parents were off on one of their regular business trips, I was left in charge. I told my sister, Jamie, it was okay with me but that no boys could sleep over due to the wishes of our mom and dad.

She wanted to know how many girls could come. I told her I didn’t care how many showed up but that she tell me so I could shop accordingly. We have a pretty damn big house so they could sleep upstairs in one of the guest rooms or downstairs in the living room where they could watch movies or do whatever they wanted. She invited 22 girls.

I grilled out on the BBQ. I cooked steak, king prawns, burgers and some other things the girls liked. I noticed that the sausages were getting very popular as the cookout progressed and the girls were getting slightly tipsy from all the drinks they’d had. They were giggling away while such words as ‘blowjob’, ‘rockhard’, ‘Pussy’ and ‘penis’ or a variety thereof reached my ears every once in a while. At around ten I cleaned up and went upstairs to watch TV and get out of their way.

At about one in the morning I woke up to splashing noises coming from the pool. I had to piss so I went to my bathroom, which joins my bedroom and has a door to the hallway. I heard the girls talking about boys. I looked out the bathroom window and got an instant hardon. They were all skinny dipping. The pool lights were on and since the light wasn’t on in the bathroom so they couldn’t see me. The girls were around the same age, their late teens and one or two were twenty.

One of my sisters’ best friends had stayed at the house many times, I had never given her a second look ‘til now. I also hadn’t seen my sister naked since she was about twelve, she had filled out nicely.

I was getting really hard but then I thought to myself, “You saw them growing up. You’re eight years older than most of them”. I really had to get a steady fuck. I was listening to them talk and picked one out to wank my cock to. I had to come. I hadn’t seen bodies like these for over a year.

When one of the girls named Jane told the girls she was so horny she could fuck the football team, things started getting steamy. She started playing with her pussy and asked if any one wanted to help her come. The only black girl at the party had a body to die for with quite large breasts with very erect nipples. She told Jane she would help her if she returned the favour. The black girl started licking her pussy and Jane went wild. I was starting to get into it. I was stroking fast when the door opened and one of the 18 year old girls walked in with a towel around her. Her long blond hair was wet from the pool and so was most of her delicious young body. She was so gorgeous that I almost blew my load. I turned around with my nine three quarter inch cock in my hand and her jaw dropped.

Hot Wifes First Interracial Massage

April and I have been married for 7 years and our sex life has been strained since the birth of our first child. One of the fantasies I have had for us is to see her pleased by a big black cock. I found the way for this to happen and here is how it played out.

Let me tell you about us. My wife has blondish-brown hair, hazel eyes, stands around 5’7″ tall and is about a size 14 after having two kids. She has a very nice ass and all the people who have seen her thinks she looks good. She is very self conscious though and doesn’t think like me. I am 6’1″ tall, brown hair, hazel, eyes and 205 lbs. I am open-minded and love to play out fantasies. I brought the idea to my wife about bringing a well endowed black man in to pleasure her. She told me no way to her ever sleeping with someone else. It would break her wedding vows and she wouldn’t do it. Now on that, let me say my wife has only been with me and two guys before me, so I think that had a slot to do with it.

For several months I tried to convince her to play out this fantasy to no success. I knew that if I ever wanted this to happen, I had to either plan really well or just give up. I am not in the habit of giving up, so I thought about it for a while. I finally came up with finding her a male masseuse to massage her like never before. She had had therapeutic massages before, but this time, she was going to be in for a real treat.

I informed her on Tuesday that I had a surprise for her on Saturday night and that I was going to have the kids go to their grandparents for the weekend. She gave me the fiery go to hell look because she hates surprises. So through the week, I talked to Jonathan, the man I had found on craig’s list that previous week. I had a lot of guys reply, but Jonathan took the time to talk with me, wasn’t vulgar, and was well educated. I found out he had been through massage school. I explained to him my fantasy for her and told him that she had been unwilling to agree. He asked me about her and what she liked and didn’t like. We traded pictures and I was very impressed so I decided on using him for the massage.

Saturday night rolled around and we dropped the kids off at their grandparents. After that I took her to dinner and we enjoyed a quiet dinner without kiddos screaming and yelling. I had rented a motel room that had a Jacuzzi in it and had gone there earlier in the day with her favorite bottle of wine and the stuff we would need for the massage. I took a blind fold and glasses and some of her lingerie for the evening.

We arrived at the hotel about 8 pm and I filled the Jacuzzi with water and turned it on for her to get in and relax since Jonathan wasn’t to show up till 9:30. As she took her clothes off, I poured her a glass of wine and explained to her that she was set up to have a massage. I told her that the hotel offered massages for guest and that I had asked for them to set one up for her. She was reluctant about it but said that since I would be there, it would be ok. I told her there was nothing to worry about. I explained that I had packed a blindfold since I knew she was shy, and that she could think it was me. So at 9:00, I helped her to dry off and had her lay face down on the bed. I put the blindfold on her and nibbled at her ear just to get her going a little. I then covered her up with a towel as to make this look completely professional. I pulled out her favorite massage oil from the house which is a blend of herbs to produce an aroma for sensuality and tranquility.

Wife Goes Back To School

I was tired of being a substitute teacher. Tired of not knowing where I was going to work each day, or if I was even going to work at all. After years of complaining my husband finally told me that I should go back to school and get a graduate degree. He said, it could improve my opportunities, and was he ever right.

I am 36 years old, and still look rather young for my age. People often think that I am in my mid. to early 20’s. And, at 5’5″, 100 pounds, and 34-A small tits, I fit in fairly well in graduate school at Marshall University. It was a busy life, so that’s why it was such a treat when my professor let us go early after taking a test last Thursday.

Not being expected home for a few hours, I thought I would take some time to myself and just relax. After all, I deserved it. Substitute teaching during the day, being a wife and mother, driving to Huntington, working on class projects, doing research, and sitting through classes that ended well past 9 o’clock. Yes, I needed some me time.

I left the classroom and walked to the Student Union. I ordered a drink and went to the lounge and found a seat. I sunk deep into the soft cushions of a couch, letting the world just slip away, and letting out a small sigh. “Long day?” A voice came from the side.

I flinch, startled as I returned to reality, “Yes. Yes, it was.” I said as I glanced around for the source of the inquiry. A tall good-looking young man stood at the end of the couch.

“Sorry for surprising you.” He said, “I’m glad we got out of class too.” He paused, “I have had so much work lately, with term papers, projects, and tests I don’t know if I will ever get done.”

“No, that’s OK,” I said. “Are you in my class?”

“Yeah.” He said, “I usually sit in the back. You sit toward the front of the class, on the right-hand side.”

“Um huh”

“Yeah, I noticed you a few times.”

“Alright?” I responded uncertainly.

“Mind if I set down?”

“No, go ahead.” I said.

He took a seat on the couch. Then took a drink of his drink. It was then that I noticed how good-looking and well built he was. I could tell he was athletic, with sandy brown hair, green eyes, and dark complexion. He wore tight fitting jeans, a gray MU t-shirt, and untied high-top shoes.

We talked about his school, where he was from, his family’s business, where I met my husband; that sort of thing. He told me that he was engaged but that his fiancé had graduated last semester, and went back home to take a job as an accountant. He said that they visit each other occasionally on weekends but he still missed her and thought about her all the time. I told him that was very romantic and told him that I hoped it lasts. I hadn’t planned on opening up to him this way but it just ended up that way. Then I let out another sigh.

Glory Hole Girl

I wanted to sit down and write you about this amazing thing that I did yesterday. I had told Jimmy (a close friend of mine) about the pictures that I found on the Internet some time ago. They were pictures of girls sucking men’s dicks through holes in the walls; they called them “glory holes.” I told Jimmy how much that they turned me on. He promised me that one day he would take me show me one in real life.

Well yesterday we went to see the movie “Titanic”, well after the movie I was feeling a little on the kinky side of life. I was dressed in a nice light ankle length dress. One thing I love about Jimmy is, he is always into public sex. Well after the movie he took me to this place in Pomona, I knew of this place because I have been in the adult bookstore before buying two different toys. When we went inside the store I pointed to a lovely big fat black one and told him I had to have that to add to my collection, so Jimmy bought it for me.

Now all the times I had been in there in the past, (maybe 3-4 times) I never went into the back room to see the video movies. (I just really never thought of it) I was surprised that they even had them in this store. (I have no idea why I was surprised, but I was.) Now when we had pulled into the parking lot, there where only three cars and a van. I was glad it was not going to be crowded, and the only person in the bookstore part was the guy working behind the counter. (If that makes any sense) after getting my new dildo, Jimmy exchanged five dollars for tokens and he told me he wanted to show me something exciting. Well I being a woman who loves exciting new things could not wait. We went inside the back part of the store behind a very heavy curtain where the peep shows where playing.

It was incredible; when we walked in there I could smell the men’s sperm in the air. It was dark but not pitch black. That place has all kinds of little booths but none with doors. Jimmy knew the place and he took me back to the next to the last booth. He showed me the both walls with three different big holes on each wall. He started a movie and I was holding his stiff dick as he and I watched. I stroked him through his pants and he pulled up the front of my long dress to gain access to my very wet vagina. As his fingers touched me, I looked down to the sides and could see eyes watching us. When I saw that, I really began to get wild and nasty. I told Jimmy loud enough for him and the person or people watching how much I needed his fingers in me, I told him how wet I was, I told him how bad I needed to have his cock in me. Jimmy moved me in front of him leaning me back against him.

Party Surprise

Ever wondered how far your wife would go with someone else? Whether she acts differently when you’re not there? Here’s my experience and believe me it was a shock.

It started at her office Christmas Party. Because there had been too many restrictions the year before with party poopers and politically correct bores it had been decided to have it at a private house. That way it wasn’t technically anything to do with the firm and they didn’t need to invite the spoilsports anyway. So they let it be known it was going to be noisy, naughty and the drink was going to flow. It was up to each employee to decide if they wanted to bring their partner – all were welcome.

My wife wanted me to join her and I agreed. We are a quiet couple and my wife is usually very shy – and unfortunately a bit straight-laced. Or so I thought! Now we like to enjoy ourselves and have a dance and a drink – but we’re never exactly wild and loud. Anyway you’ve got the picture – so there we were and the party was in full swing. Trouble was I couldn’t drink because of medication but that was ok – it was after all my wife’s party and I told her to enjoy herself – no problem.

My wife had spent time circulating and chatting while I was happy to watch the “going’s on” and antics of the crowd when the alcohol started to take effect. When my wife rejoined me I commented on how some people seemed to be getting out of hand. Hands were wandering up skirts and down blouses and men’s crotches were being felt.

“It’s only a bit of harmless fun,” said my wife. That was the first surprise! Usually she would be the first to frown on public displays of sex. I noticed a woman with two men – one was giving her hell of a passionate kiss while the other waited his turn. The men managed to do the same with several women – some while their husbands were nearby. I commented again to my wife.

“They’re just enjoying themselves – it’s only because it’s Christmas,” she said quietly. She seemed to be envious and I felt a bit unsettled about it. It was as though she thought my presence was spoiling her fun. Feeling annoyed I asked her a question.

“So if I wasn’t here those men would be groping you too?”

“Well they might do that anyway – they don’t seem to care do they?”

Her reply shocked me but worse was to come.

“You wouldn’t object to them dragging you off to a dark corner to have a feel of your tits while they slobbered all over you then? They’re doing a bit more than giving a Christmas kiss under the mistletoe aren’t they?” There was a tone in my voice.

“They are nice guys really – I’ve always found them ok. It’s just them having fun. I don’t see anyone complaining.” She would never normally have been so broad-minded.

My Wifes Friends Come To Town

Last week my wife Susan had her twenty-sixth birthday party, and to celebrate we decided to throw a huge party for her. She invited a bunch of her friends from college whom she hadn’t seen in a while, and whom I had never met. I was kind of unsure about whether that was a good idea, but because Susan had never been to a reunion since she graduated, she said she really missed her friends, and after some pouting she convinced me to go along.

The reason I was a bit hesitant was because Susan had been a bit of a party girl back in college. At least that’s what I heard from various people, and from her when she had drunk a bit too much. She admitted that she ran with a “crazy” crowd, and had “hooked up” with almost all the guys in it. I didn’t know what she meant by “hooking up,” but I decided not to ask.

Susan herself is a beautiful girl, with shoulder-length brunette hair and a great smile. She’s average height, with slim legs leading up to a tight, curvy bottom. Her breasts are a small C cup, full and round, and they sit high on her chest. I’m very proud of my wife’s body, and usually I encourage her to show it off. During our trips to the beach, I always encourage her to take off her top at night and walk with me on the shore, and I always get a thrill watching the random guy pass by and gawk. She always acts embarrassed, but I think she enjoys it, too.

On the night of the party, she was dressed in a low cut tank top with a short, swishy skirt. She was very excited to see her old friends again. We went out to dinner beforehand, and at dinner she drank a full bottle of wine. She always gets horny when she drinks, and tonight was no exception. On the ride back home, she couldn’t keep her hands off me. I was driving, and I wanted to be safe, so I brushed her off.

“Honey,” she said, “I may have some fun tonight, so don’t get upset, alright?”

“What do you mean?” I asked, a bit suspicious.

“I’ve known these guys for a long time, and we’ve all been through stuff together, so things are more loose and playful with them,” she said.

“Okay…” I said, not sure I how to respond.

“Just promise me you won’t get jealous if some horseplay goes on. Besides, you always like it when I show off, right?” she asked.

“Well, alright. Just, you know, don’t get crazy,” I said.

“Oh, you know I love you,” she said, and leaned over the seat and kissed me on the cheek.

The rest of the way she was talking about other stuff, but my mind was stuck on the party. I did like it when she showed off, but doing it in front of a bunch of people she knew was different. Still, though, as nervous as I was, I was also a bit turned on. What kind of horseplay did she have in mind?

Daughter Goes Black

Six straight days of 90 degree weather and no end in sight. The humidity was also high even though there was no chance it would rain during the coming weekend. To make matters worse, Jay was finishing the last half mile of his run for the day, which happened to be mostly up hill.

As the terrain leveled out, he turned right on to the neatly kept little street where he had lived for almost a year now. It was only two blocks away from the college where he worked and while it was a pricey neighborhood it was well worth it. Now, he just needed to get through a few more minutes of huffing and puffing and it would be off to the pool for a much needed dip.

At 42 years old, he still had a weightlifter’s build, and still got out to run at least three times a week. He had retired from a full time career in television production to accept a position at the university, where he was charged with building a new and improved communications program. His investments had gone well also in the first 20 years, and now he was fully enjoying the less stressful and more peaceful environment that the world of academia provided him.

His marriage had ended almost a decade earlier. His single minded focus on work above all else had gradually eroded his relationship with his wife, who retained custody of their daughter Jaime. Luckily, the new job and house had allowed him to re-connect with his daughter, who had already been at that school for a year when he accepted his new position. The offer of free room and board just two blocks off campus in a big house with a pool had been too hard to turn down for his daughter. And while he and Jaime were close, there was some lingering resentment over the divorce and the difficulties it had cause during her teenage years.

Things had thawed nicely between them though, and they often spent time together during the week making dinner or enjoying a glass of wine on the patio. During the winter months however she wasn’t home much as her job as a manager for the men’s basketball team kept her schedule pretty tight. She had stayed on campus for the summer, rather than head back home primarily because it afforded her the opportunity to take a few classes and lighten her work load during the remainder of the year. Jay also knew it was because his rules were not in any way strict and she could come and go and party as she pleased. But whatever the reasons, he was glad that he and Jaime were patching things up and that he had some company around the big old house.

He clipped past the last few lawns on his way to the front sidewalk of his house. A look at his watch showed that he was slightly slower than usual, but he chalked it up to the heat. He stripped off his running shirt while walking around the back of the house, and could hear laughter. Jaime was laying on a chaise lounge in a tiny brown bikini, chatting excitedly on her cell phone. With a goofy grin, Jay ran four steps and plunged into the water feet first, and was rewarded with a scream from the side of the pool as the water splashed all over his daughter. He flipped onto his back in the water, and could see his daughter laughing and giving him a one-fingered salute while she still gabbed away on the cell phone.

Secret Interracial Slut

Prim and proper Heather Stewart believing in monogamous marriage had always politely smiled and flashed her diamond ring and wedding band to show that she was off the market whenever men hit on her until a female classmate in her evening college course mentioning Penthouse Letters magazine made her curious enough to buy the current issue. Claims of unparalleled sexual gratification with inconceivably well-endowed black men in the Second Anniversary Issue of Slut Wives astounded Heather. The combined influences of white wives interracial extramarital affairs in consecutive issues of Penthouse Letters and an article in a subsequent issue of Cosmopolitan about gratifying unmet sensual needs resulted in Heather buying a life-like black dildo and interracial triple-X videotapes. Meanwhile over those several weeks the inner turmoil gradually diminished between monogamous morality and increasingly resorting to interracially oriented private pleasures. In addition Heather became an avid crotch watcher and increasingly receptive to well-hung black men hitting on her.

One black guy in the sociology class she was attending at night contradictory unnerved and intrigued her. Having seen other guys get shot down in flames when trying to date her, Derrick sat back and contemplated other options to getting her to go black. Playing it calm and cool, Derrick merely smiled and nodded each time in passing, then courteously and casually adding a mere “Hi!” or “How are you tonight?” Heather being 29, 5’5″ with 35D-22-33 measurements and married made conquest of the lovely beauty all the more challenging.

Derrick’s devious, patient strategy worked like a charm. Maintaining a cool facade with the beauty in a couple of discussion groups allowed him to later chat with her before and at times after class ended. Heather regularly left with Joan, another gal in the class. Disguising his devious intentions to seduce the lovely married woman Derrick offered to escort them to the parking lot for their safety.

The younger of the two was an attractive 24-year-old single gal graduating with her degree at the end of the semester. Although Derrick had the older married beauty as his target, he decided the best means to his desired end would be to first seduce the younger gal. After discreetly becoming Derrick’s black cock slut Joan was easily convinced to make sure Heather Stewart attended her graduation party.

Knowing Joan wanted her to have a good time at her graduation party Heather felt sure her self-absorbed husband would not remember being told a party followed the last night of class. While in college, Heather had gone to a couple parties over ten years ago. She could still recall the endless flow of beer and even some joints being passed around. Wondering if she was now too old and too married to party hearty, Heather resignedly told herself ‘you are no longer a young college gal out for fun! You’re going to soon be thirty years old and supposed to act like a happily married woman!’

The Lingerie Party

My name is Penny and I live a normal suburban life with my husband Mark in a quiet leafy street on the northern outskirts of Sydney. I am a curvy lady in her early 40s with big breasts, dark hair and sparkling blue eyes. “The girls” as I affectionately call them are 20DD, or 42DD for you Americans!

About a month ago some new neighbours moved in two houses from us. Very few people come and go in our street, so some new neighbours to replace the couple that had moved interstate was a topic of interest among the residents. While walking the dog one morning, I noticed that the woman that had moved in her front garden. I waved politely and she waved back and smiled a friendly smile and came down to the front gate for a bit of small talk and introduced herself as Jan. I invited her around for a coffee that afternoon and she said she would love to drop in.

She knocked on the door at about three in the afternoon. We chatted over a coffee and biscuits and I found out that Jan had moved with her husband Andrew from Perth due to an excellent job opportunity he had with an insurance company in Sydney. They were both in their mid 30s and had been married for 12 years. She said she didn’t really know anybody in the city and really wanted to get to know the neighbours as she appreciated a sense of community. Jan was quite bubbly with bright blue eyes, easy to get on with and very confident but without being arrogant. She was petite with a small waist. I guessed she was about five foot two inches. We hit it off straight away and she ended up staying a couple of hours before she had to go home to do some more unpacking. She invited us over for dinner on the friday.

Friday rolled on and we arrived at Jan and Andrew’s with the requisite bottle of wine at about 6:30. As we approached the door we could already smell the aroma of a tasty meal cooking. Jan welcomed us and introduced Andrew while I introduced Mark. Despite still being in the throes of settling in, their house was immaculately organised and their kitchen was spotless. Jan poured the wine and we each took a glass. Mark can be a bit “standoffish” when he meets someone new, but both he and Andrew seemed to get along really well straight from the start. After a little while, they wandered off out into the garage and I stayed in the dining room with Jan as she busied herself with the final touches for dinner. Jan informed me that the entrée was a homemade broccoli soup while the main meal was a roast leg of lamb with a medley of vegetables.

After a few more wines, dinner was ready and we called the men in from the garage and ate a lovely meal. As it turned out both Andrew and Mark really liked fishing, and they had decided to look into hiring a local houseboat with a couple of other guys (whose names weren’t familiar to me) for one of the weekends coming up. With disinterest Jan shrugged her shoulders, but I thought it was a good idea as Mark had been working hard and deserved some time off. Mark and Andrew ended up talking about fishing most of the night while Jan and I talked about movies and current events and we both got quite sloshed from the wine, and we left the men to tidy the kitchen and do the washing up. At about midnight, we bade farewell to our hosts and wandered back home.

When Andrew came home from work on the Monday, he told me that he and Mark and two other guys from work had booked a houseboat for a weekend’s fishing. It was a few days later when Jan knocked on the door and offered me an invitation to a lingerie party at her house for the weekend. She said since the boys were going to be out boating she wanted to have a “Girl’s Night In”. She said that on the one hand she was pleased that Andrew had met some new people, but on the other hand she was a bit annoyed that he was going away because they had spoken on numerous occasion’s about how little he spends at home. I’d never been to a Lingerie Party before and I guess from the flicker of apprehension in my eye, Jan sensed my hesitation. She put her hand lightly on my forearm and assured me it would be great fun, and that her and her girlfriends had had a great time at a similar party once before and the lingerie was for real women, not just airbrushed stick figures in modelling catalogues. I laughed at this and agreed that it sounded fun. Jan said that these parties were professionally co-ordinated by women for women and asked me to invite some other girl’s because so far there would only be four of us attending — the two of us and Michelle and Rona who as it turned out were the wives of the other two guys that had gone off fishing with Mark and Andrew. I did enjoy the thought of getting some new lingerie because of the sensuous feel of the fabric on my skin, not to mention how it made me look when I paraded in front of the mirror wearing it.

Hot Wife Slut For A Day

The company I work for got a contract to do some work at an Army base in another state. I was chosen as the person to go and give computer training to a company of troops. The training was 2 weeks, and I was the only one going.

I went home and told my wife that I’d be gone for 2 weeks, and she was a little miffed. She had to work, so she couldn’t go, but she finally got over it and helped me pack. That night and the next day we fucked like rabbits, to make up for lost time in advance. She really loves sex. Teresa is 5’7″ and weighs about 110. She works out at least once a day, and keeps her long light brown hair absolutely perfect. Her tits are small, (b-cup), but her nipples are great. They stick out when she’s not horny, but when she is, MAN! Her ass makes up for the small tits, and she knows it. She loves wearing short skirts, and bending over in public, to see who is looking. Usually everyone is!

On Sunday, I packed the car, and kissed her goodbye. A quick feel of her butt reminded me that 2 weeks was going to be a long time. I got in the car and began the long drive.

The training was kind of light duty, as I lectured for half the day, and we had open lab in the afternoon. I got to get to know some of the students that way. There were a couple of females, but it was mostly guys. The first Friday, Carl, the barracks Sergeant of the guy’s barracks, asked me to come over and party with the guys.

The barracks had a recreation room. It was a large room with a ping-pong table and a pool table. In the corner was a small refrigerator, a small sink, and a coffee pot. These guys drank a lot of coffee, I had noticed. Off the main room was a smaller room, with a TV, a couple of couches, and coffee tables. We drank beer and played pool until it was pretty late, and I had to go to my motel room. All-in-all, I had a great time, just a bunch of us guys being guys.

The next day, I called Teresa and told her about it. She asked if there were any women there. I said no, and she asked me why not. I was kind of stunned for a minute.

“You’d think there would be women lined up to get in there,” she said.

I thought for a minute, and finally had to agree. I changed the subject, and let it drop, but every time I called for the next several days she would mention it. She was obviously getting horny being all alone.

On Wednesday when I called she finally blurted it out. “I’m sitting here so horny I could fuck a doorknob, and you’ve got a whole barracks full of guys with no pussy,” she said.

“What do you want to do, come over and fuck all of them,” I asked in a teasing way. I hoped she said yes.

“I’d love to,” was her reply. Her voice was husky, and I could tell she was really horny.

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