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The Sex Therapist

Susan my receptionist ushered the last patient of the day into my office. I was pleasantly surprised; she looked younger than her 30 years and was very attractive. There was a look of apprehension on her face.

“Hello Cassie,” I said with a warm smile, “I prefer to use first names, it makes people more relaxed, please call me Robert. It’s nice to meet you, please take a seat.”

“Oh thank you doctor, I mean Robert,” Cassie said nervously.

“I don’t know what your referring doctor told you about me but I am a qualified GP and also a qualified psychologist. My field of expertise is helping people of both sexes with sexual problems, whether they be physical or emotional or both. I have been reading the letter your doctor sent me and your problem is that you can’t orgasm, is that correct?”

Cassie blushed, nodded and looked down at the floor.

“Well Cassie, first I want to congratulate you for being so courageous.”

“Courageous?’ Cassie said, “You think I’m courageous?”

“Yes very much so,” I replied, “It takes courage to come and tell your sexual problems to a stranger. But the more you truthfully tell me the more I can help and if we can help you with your problem then your future will be a lot happier, OK?”

Cassie took a deep breath. “Robert all I know is that I’ve had enough of the frustration that goes with sex. It caused my marriage breakup and”

“Sorry to interrupt,” I said, “Tell me about the sex in your marriage. Do you think your husband was a good lover? Did he use any foreplay to arouse you?”

“No he never really cared about my sexual feelings,” Cassie was beginning to relax. “All we ever did was the missionary position, he was very quick and I was always left frustrated.”

“Did you ever masturbate when he wasn’t at home?”

Again Cassie blushed and looked away. “My mother told me that masturbation was dirty and wrong, so I’ve never tried it.”

“Well I can assure you that masturbation is OK and 99% of the population does it.”

“99%! That many?” Cassie was shocked.

“Yes it’s really OK to masturbate Cassie, but I’ll get back to that later.” I laughed. “Right now I want to concentrate on you, not the rest of the world.”

Pictures Of His Wife

I had been friends with Matt since grade school. We had visited each other in college, helped each other out of troubles, and I attended his wedding a year ago. Matt had married a girl he’d been dating for two years, Christy. We had gotten together numerous times and I got to know her well. I found her to be very cute and sweet. She treated my friend well and they seemed to have a good home life. Matt never had big complaints and was rather reserved especially when it came to the subject of his married sex life. I felt comfortable asking him how she was in bed… and he felt comfortable telling me she was great. That was the extent of it until I brought up taking nude pictures.

“Hell ya. Christy is very cooperative in that area, buddy. I got quite a few Polaroids of her wearing lingerie. She doesn’t pull that shit out very often but, when she does, I get a few pictures of her.”

“You ever take more hard core pictures of her? Does she let you take pictures of you guys fucking and stuff?”

“Yea, I take some of those. You know, man. Whatever I am in the mood for, she is all good about it. I put them in a box and look at them once in awhile. I figure if things ever go bad, I got those to fall back on,” he said with a smile. I could see his lust for taking pictures of his wife ran deep. Evidently, it was one of his kinks. We discussed this subject a couple of more times but, Matt made it clear that he could never show me the pictures of Christy.

I understood the values behind Matt’s reasons for not showing me the pictures but, I couldn’t stop thinking about his wife posing for dirty pictures. She was a young bride in her early twenties. Brown, shiny hair topped her girl-next-door face. Her body looked soft and curvy, not fat. She was somewhat, above average in the chest and I had often tried to see down her shirts when she exposed her cleavage. I couldn’t stop picturing Christy in some lacy outfit looking obscene in front of Matt’s Polaroid. I should have respected my friend’s privacy… I couldn’t stop thinking about those pictures. My mind went to work on a plan.

A few months later, Matt and Christy were going out-of-town. Matt gave me the key to his house and asked if I could get their mail and such. Of course, I was jumping out of my skin at this opportunity to hunt around his place. They wasn’t gone but a few hours before I was in their room, carefully rooting through their stuff. I looked through their dresser, examined Christy’s underwear drawer thoroughly, and moved to the closet. There, on a shelf in the back, was a small, wooden box. I pulled it out but, it was locked. I knew how to pick the lock. Nothing was gonna stop me from getting in that box. Sweat broke out on my forehead as I fumbled with the lock. I knew how to pick the lock but, I wasn’t very good at it. My hands shook as the lock opened.

I looked through the forty or so Polaroids stored in the wooden box. Christy was wearing a lot of make-up and frilly lingerie in some, others showed her nude posing and masturbating. I almost came in my pants at the site of her red fingernails disappearing into her pussy. She had shaved her lips smooth leaving only trim, brown hair above her clit. I couldn’t help myself. I pulled my dick out of my pants and began stroking hard in my best friend’s bedroom to forbidden pictures of his wife.

Dessert With The Neighbors

Jan didn’t know Carol very well. Of course she had seen Carol around the neighborhood some, and they ran into each other at the grocery sometimes. But they really weren’t friends, just acquaintances. Jan had heard things about Carol and her husband Rob. One of the neighborhood rumors was that the couple went to some pretty wild parties, but Jan wasn’t sure she believed it. As far as she knew they were just another middle-aged couple.

That’s why Jan was surprised when she found Carol on her doorstep that morning.

“Hi,” Carol said. Sorry to bother you, but I just got a flat tire. I wonder if I could use your phone to call Triple A.”

“Sure,” Jan said, noticing the car in front of their house which seemed to be listing to one side. It was pouring down rain, and Jan understood why Carol hadn’t walked the two blocks to her own house to call. “Come on in and get dry. There’s a phone in the kitchen you can use.”

“Thanks. I don’t want to get your carpet all wet, though.”

“No problem, just take off your shoes and you’ll be okay.”

While Carol was calling, Jan went and got a towel for Carol to dry off with.

“Thanks, Carol said when she got off the phone. “They can’t get here for at least an hour. Maybe I’ll try to get home and come back.”

“Don’t go out there,” Jan told her. “I’ve got some fresh coffee. Just sit down and wait here.”

“I don’t want to be a bother.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ve been cleaning all morning and was looking for an excuse to sit down awhile myself. Make yourself comfortable.”

The two women sat and talked about neighborhood stuff for a while. Jan was pleasantly surprised at how they had so many interests in common. They were both crafters and both did a lot of sewing. It turned out they had plenty to talk about. Then Carol mentioned how her husband Rob worked a lot of nights. He had a janitorial service that cleaned offices in the evenings. Carol said that Rob wasn’t working that night because they were going to a party. This immediately stirred up Jan’s interest.

“And, before you ask,” Carol said, “it really is ‘that kind’ of party. I know there are rumors going around about our lifestyle – and they’re pretty much true.” Carol was so matter of fact about it, Jan didn’t even think to be offended or shocked.

“So,” Jan asked shyly, “this is a wife swapping party you’re going to?”

“Well, we don’t call it that. We call it ‘swinging’ or ‘the lifestyle.’ But yes, it is that kind of party.”

Carol went on the explain that they had been swinging for several years, and having sex with others was an important part of their own sex lives together. “Does that shock you,” she asked.

“Actually it doesn’t,” Jan said. “We tried it ourselves a few times, but that was years ago. Well, really 20 years ago.”

“Why did you stop? Jealousy?” Carol asked.

“Not really. I wasn’t jealous – in fact I liked seeing Mike enjoying himself. I was really more afraid of how much I liked it. Mike is the best thing that ever happened to me, and I got worried that I liked the intimacy with other men too much. I guess the bottom line is that I didn’t trust myself, not Mike.”

“So you liked fucking other guys?” Carol bluntly asked.

“Oh yeah. Way too much. I wasn’t worried about Mike because after every experience he’d fuck my brains out. He just couldn’t seem to get enough of me. That’s why I was so worried that he might be jealous, or have a good reason to be.

“We have always had a great sex life. Hell, I love doing just about anything he wants, and usually end up wanting it as much or more than he does. I even love the taste of his semen, although I know it turns a lot of women off. Damn, I got him good this morning,” she said. “I snuck up on him before he put his pants on. No foreplay or anything. I just grabbed him and started sucking. He wasn’t even hard. He tasted so good,” she said, remembering again how surprised he had been. “Three minutes – four tops – he was shooting cum down my throat. What a kick.” Jan had no idea why she shared that. It just seemed so natural, talking to Carol.

“Yeah, I did Rob this morning too,” Carol said. “It took him a little longer though. Probably because he fucked me twice last night. Amazing how something as simple as a blow job in the morning keeps a guy eating out of your hand, isn’t it? And don’t you just love the feeling of power it gives you?” she added.

“Oh yes. Of course when you have one of his most prized possessions between your teeth, and two others cradled in your hand, you’re bound to have complete control.” Jan thought a moment, then asked in a more serious vein, “Have you done a lot of guys?”

“Quite a few,” Carol answered.

“Do they all taste alike? Their semen, I mean.”

“No, not really,” Carol said. “But I think that’s more because of what their diet is composed of, what kind of spices and all. It seems like food makes a lot of difference in how a man’s cum tastes.”

Tigers Eye

The flight back to Boston was only half full that night. We filed into the cabin and went through the usual routines of cramming more luggage than was technically permitted into the overhead compartments and under the seats. With so few people, however, there was plenty of space for everyone as well as all their belongings.

I moved towards the back of the plane, away from most everyone else, and took a seat in the last aisle, by the window. I like to watch the nightlights of the cities below me. I find it’s hard to sleep in planes, no matter the hour or how tired I am. Rest, I do, but sleep never really comes.

The passengers spread out over the plane, taking up all the available space, most everyone finding a row to themselves so they could curl up across the seats and sleep through the flight. I envied them, knowing I would arrive at Logan with red-rimmed eyes. Shortly after I took my seat and began pulling out my laptop to look over some project specs I had been working on, a young couple settled into the seats across the aisle.

I’d noticed them briefly in the waiting area, her especially. She had an easy, confident air about her – the way she carried herself as she moved between the fastened-down rows of chrome and vinyl airport chairs, casually pulling her suitcase behind her. Her wheat-coloured hair hung in soft waves just over her lightly tanned shoulders, and she had a broad, full smile, its spread matched only by the natural swell of her hips. Her body was full and lush, and she exuded a carefree sensuality you couldn’t help but admire. Making love to a woman like that would be like rocking in the belly of a small boat over salty ocean waves. Her eyes were nearly golden, with darker flecks; I’d noticed them when we stood near to one another at the check-in counter. A tiger’s eye hung about her throat on a narrow leather cord, and I remember thinking how much that suited her – a tiger’s eye, for a tigress of a woman.

Her companion maintained a close distance to her, and I could hardly blame him. Her fingers would touch his dark tousled hair occasionally, and he would nestle his rough chin into the back of her neck from time to time, speaking softly to her and making her smile. Watching her full, pouty lips sent waves of electricity through my core. I thought I could make a meal out of just her lower lip. His shoulders were an axe handle across, but his body hung leanly from them. She rarely stopped touching him, and he looked at her like he hadn’t eaten in weeks.

I didn’t know if seeing them snuggled in the next seats was going to be a blessing or torment. I knew I would be awake all night, watching those barely parted lips, as each sigh of her sleepy breath escaped, her breasts heaving in unison under the soft fabric of her dress. I felt myself stiffen in my pants, imagining how sweet it would be to release just one of those globes and clamp my mouth around its nipple, sucking and teasing it to a hard, trembling bud.

He crawled in towards the window seat, and she cuddled in next to him. As we prepared for take-off, the cabin lights were dimmed and they began to arrange the small airplane blankets around them. Nothing seemed untoward; everyone was preparing to bed down as best as they could for the six hour flight. We were launched into the night sky and I watched, as I usually do, as a chessboard of winking lights framed the city below.

Company Christmas Party

“We’ll just pick you up at your apartment at 7:30,” the woman’s voice on the phone instructed me, “And that’s all there is to it, Tonia!”

“OK,” I chuckled, “See you then.”

The woman on the phone was Ruth, the wife of my boss, Dick. I guess Dick had said something to her about the mood I’ve been in at work lately and that I said I was going to get really wiped out at our party tonight. Ruth said she was concerned about me driving. They live about three miles from me so it wasn’t going to be too far out of their way.

The office staff had dwindled all afternoon. When Ruth called at a little after four, I was the only one left. I knew I’d have to work until five because there was a possibility that someone from our largest customer’s office might call and my boss didn’t want to make a big deal about us closing early. He knew I could handle anything that came up.

I sat at my desk, daydreaming about the dress I’d found on the Internet. The black dress looks almost like a slip. It has spaghetti straps that criss-cross in the back, which is bare from the waist up. It’s at least three inches above my knees and has a short slit up each side. I can’t wear a bra under it so the firm nipples on my smallish breasts, become very noticeable. Dick calls me a brat because I love to tease him by wearing short skirts or something else, sexy, to work. I know the other men watch me too, but he’s so much fun to tease. I still wasn’t sure if I had enough nerve to wear the dress, though.

Time flew by and soon I was looking at myself in the full length mirror in my bedroom, “I don’t know if you should wear this…” I kept turning around and looking at how naughty my little 95 pound, five foot two and a half inch body looked in this silky dress.

It was too late to change. The doorbell rang and I scampered down the hall and opened it. “Just need to grab a jacket and my coat,” I turned quickly.

“Wait a minute!” Dick called out. “Let me see what you are wearing.”

“What?” I stopped and looked at him. “Oh, this?” I let have a good look.

“Oh, my God!” Dick’s voice cracked, “You must be planning on getting raped tonight!”

“You like the way I look?” I turned around quickly.

“You may not make it out of your apartment!” He teased, moving towards me.

I laughed and moved away before he could grab me. I slipped on a black blazer and then my black trench coat. Dick grabbed me and kissed me hard. “We’ve got to go,” I reminded him.

“Too bad,” he fixed the obvious bulge in his pants.

Goldeneye Massage

My wife Julie and I decided to take a well deserved vacation to the Caribbean. After some research we decided on Jamaica. I went online to look at the different resorts, as we were looking for some privacy. I found a small exclusive resort called GoldenEye. It was expensive but very private. I searched online at work and printed a bunch of articles on the resort so I could take my time at home and read through everything later that night.

After dinner I sat down with a glass of wine and started reading the articles, while my sexy wife was getting our son ready for bed. She is a natural blonde, 5′ 4″, with an incredible body and 34C chest. She bears a striking resemblance to actress Daryl Hannah.

Most of the articles described the resort, amenities and of course, prices. One article I noticed was different. It was a blog and mentioned that GoldenEye was known as a place to go where well-to-do travelers can discretely explore their sexual fantasies with the local islanders. That was all it said, and it did not go into any further details. None of the other articles mentioned anything like that, so I wasn’t sure if it was a joke or possibly true. Thinking about it gave me an immediate hard on, as I pictured my beautiful blonde wife taking on a dark islander. Just then, my wife came downstairs and asked me if I had decided on a resort yet. Acting on impulse, I divided the articles in half, and slipped the blog to the bottom of the pile and handed her the papers, asking her to read the ones I did not yet get to. She got herself a glass of wine and sat on the couch across from me and began to read. After about a half hour and a glass of wine, she was getting closer to the bottom of the pile. She was tipsy at this point from the wine, it doesn’t take much, and my heart was beating wildly not knowing how she would react to the final page. Finally she began reading the last page and I noticed that she showed no reaction as she read it. She did not say anything and got up to get ready for bed. She dropped her pile of articles in the kitchen trash and asked if I was coming to bed. I told her I would be right up.

When I got up to the bedroom I was surprised to find my wife lying on her side in bed in a sexy blue see through nightgown. Her beautiful 34C breasts were barely contained in the thin material and her nipples were very erect. It was obvious she was not wearing panties. She smiled at me at told me to take out my cock, which I immediately did. She proceeded to give me a fantastic blow job and then had me lie on my back. She grabbed by cock and lowered herself, still wearing the nightgown. She was very wet, and she started to ride me like a wild animal, with her tits falling out of her nightgown and bouncing all over my face. Obviously, something had turned her on and I suspected it might be the article that she read. I had a tremendous orgasm as I pictured her in my latest fantasy. As we prepared to fall asleep, she told me that GoldenEye looked very nice and that I should book the trip. I fell asleep with another raging hard on.

School Teacher Wife Gives Lessons

On Friday afternoon, I decided to surprise my wife by stopping by her classroom. Kim and I have been married for six years. She has been everything I every wanted. Kim stands about five foot four and one hundred twenty pounds. Her heart shaped ass and size C cup tits never fail to turn me on. Being Kim’s second lover allowed us to grow in experience together. I thought that we had done it all until that fateful afternoon.

Kim’s room has a back entrance if you use the fire escape from the alley. The weather was warm so she had her windows open. I heard voices on the way up the stairs.

She was lecturing to one of the senior local jocks. Chris had everything you would dream of in high school. He had great looks, athletic ability, and a rich dad that keep him in that latest fashions and cool cars. Being the school’s prize football players, Chris had every girl in school chasing after him. He also was rumored to have his way with many of the adult fans around town also.

Kim’s lecture went on about him picking on one of the girls in class. It seems that Chris convinced the girl to pose for him and he decided that science class was a good time to share the pictures with his friends. Kim intercepted the photos and had Chris report after school to discuss the issue.

After about ten minutes of lecture, Chris only had a smart-ass reply. “So are you jealous I didn’t ask you to pose for me?” he asked.

As I peeked into the window, I began to feel nervous that Kim would be alone in the room with a stud like Chris. He stood six-two and weighed about 230 (all muscle). Kim left her desk and approached him in a very stern manner. She demanded that Chris stand and apologize immediately.

Chris towered over Kim as he spoke, “The only thing I will apologize for is not doing this sooner.”

He took the back of his head in his hand and drew her into a kiss. This boy must know what he was doing because he laid it on good. Kim hesitated then seemed to respond and kiss him back. Suddenly, she pulled away and said that she should not be doing this.

Chris pursued her back to her desk as I briefly debated putting an end to this. My mind was a flood of emotions. Part of me wanted to watch her with another man, a long hidden fantasy of mine. While the other half wanted to burst in a put a stop to this. After a few moments, the little head in my pants decided to wait and see what else happens. Scooping Kim up in his powerful arms, Chris sat her on one of the lab tables. He told her that he dreamed on doing this since the first day of school. Then he raised her skirt and pushed aside her underwear. He dove into her muff face first.

Au Pair

The house was empty, or so it seemed. Tom took off his jacket and hung it over the back of a chair in the living room. He went to the kitchen and took a beer from the fridge. Opening it, he took a long swig and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Ah… the weekend. Let the good times roll!” he thought to himself.

He started to climb the stairs of the house, taking off his tie with his free hand. He took another swig of his beer, and heard what sounded like a moan. He stopped on the stairs and turned around. Seeing no one, he shrugged his shoulders and continued up the stairs.

He arrived at the landing and again heard the noise, louder this time. He looked around and again saw no one. He walked towards the master bedroom, passing by the au pairs door. He noticed that it was slightly ajar, and then heard another moan. He stopped and listened. The house was silent accept for the occasional moan. He wanted to know where it was coming from. Another moan, or was it more of a grunt? He knew where it was coming from this time.

Tom crept up to the au pairs door, and slowly eased it open. The site that met his eyes caused his heart to beat faster. There, lying on her bed, naked as the days she was born, was Sylvie, the au pair. Her eyes were closed. Her left hand was feeling her right breast, pinching her nipple. Her right hand was wrapped around the end of a vibrator that she was busy plunging in and out of her pussy.

Tom watched mesmerized by her display. Her breathing was becoming more urgent and her thrusting was getting faster. Her hand was a blur as she thrust the fake penis in and out of her with speed. Tom could feel his own sense of arousal. He looked down and could see the bulge forming at the front of his trousers. He returned his attentions back to Sylvie. She stopped tweaking her nipple and ran her hand down her body. She started to feverishly rub her clitoris whilst still keeping the momentum of her thrusting.

She started to thrash her head about. Her moans were now more audible and regular. She started to raise her hips in time with her thrusting.

“Oh my God!!!!” she screamed as she shuddered to her climax. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

She was still rubbing her clit but she had slowed down with both hands. She pulled the vibrator out and brought it up to her mouth. She stuck out her tongue and began to lick it clean. Tom leant against the doorframe, making a creaking sound. Sylvie turned her head.

“Mr. Green! Oh my… I am… oh dear….”, she mumbled, trying in vain to cover herself.

Different Type Of Phone Sex

My wife, Lori, and I have been married for 10 years now! How the time flies by! We had a rather short romance – about 10 months – before we decided to get married. We hadn’t known of each other before we met and I was so thrilled to catch onto such a lovely girl as my own. Lori is an outstandingly lovely girl. She is tall but well shaped and she is not gangly at all! She has lovely long legs which are really very well shaped. She is often first noticed by her legs. She rarely wears stockings or pantyhose saying she loves her bare legs. Her waist is just right and her behind is very trim, taut and terrific and attracts much attention. Her breasts are just right! She is very proud of her breasts with their well shaped nipples pointing outwards. I love her breasts and worship them. She has very sensitive nipples and loves for me to suck and bite gently on them. Amazingly she can cum quite easily if I suck her nipples in just the right way.

Lori had been fucked before I met her. She often told me stories about her previous lovers and what they had done to her. I find I can listen to her telling me about getting fucked without getting jealous. Mind you, if she attempted to fuck around now that we are married it would be a vastly different thing! Then I could get very jealous. Anyway, Lori had been a very attractive teenager and as she had grown up and left college she moved into interesting circles and it was here that she had her lovers. She told me she had fucked regularly with any of her lovers but had never participated in multiple partners or gangbangs!

Whilst lying in bed, naked, with her I would sometimes visualize the other men fucking her and this made me even more aroused. She would see that I was turned on and would tell me stories about her sex life before me! This would get me so stirred up I would just have to fuck her in a hurry. This was what she loved and it was a great thrill for me to be able to fuck her when ever I wanted! She joined in this lovemaking every time and never showed any sign of our love for each other dying!

My job as a lawyer is thriving. I don’t have my own business but the firm I work for is very understanding of its employees and I have no difficulty getting time off for holidays or even just a day off for a picnic with Lori. Lori worked after we were married as a sales assistant in a fine jewelry store where she was highly regarded for her sales skill. She loved working there but one day a real estate salesman called in for some jewelry and, seeing Lori, offered her a position as a realtor. She had no experience as a realtor but the man encouraged her to consider the position and, when she told me about it, I could see she was interested.

She finally undertook a training course to be a realtor and studied very hard and in no time at all she passed the necessary examinations and became a qualified realtor! During the study time she was still employed at the jewelry store. Once she was qualified she applied for a position with the man who had first approached her.

Right from the start she was a successful realty salesperson! She made lots of sales of houses, apartments and even office buildings always earning very good commissions from her sales.

It was about this time I started to notice changes in Lori. Granted we still fucked as regularly as before and probably even more so. She also seemed to be fucking me with more gusto and I was loving it! She also began to change her appearance by wearing very thin blouses and miniskirts! She had the figure and was always really attractive but the clothes she wore made her more attractive than ever.

There were times when I worried she wasn’t wearing enough clothes! Sometimes she would go out with a see-through blouse and the smallest possible bra which didn’t always cover her nipples properly and, coupled with the smallest miniskirts, she really looked wonderful – but I worried. What worried me was that it was other men who were looking at her! She kept up this change in her clothing for about 6 months and her success in sales continued to blossom. We were at a dinner party for some of the successful realtors given by the agency manager when I overheard several of the other women realtors discussing their sales methods. I heard one of the very attractive women, about Lori’s age, say – “I can always clinch a sale but the best method of making the sale is for me to give him a quick fuck – that always clinches the deal!” Having heard this, I could see she would be just the type who would fuck her way through a sale! At the same time I immediately wondered if my darling Lori was doing the same!


A Little Strip Poker

My name is Peter. My wife Jessie and I are both in our early 50’s and have been happily married for 30 years, and became empty nesters 2 years ago. We are both in good shape; both keep active and work out some.

We have started opening up sexually somewhat after becoming empty nesters. Since that time, we have been rediscovering our sex life. We have always been faithful to each other (at least as far as I know) and have a really close loving relationship.

Now Jessie has been quite sexually inhibited throughout our 30 year marriage, having been brought up in a Victorian way. She doesn’t like the ‘messy’ side to sex; she has never sucked me to completion, although she will take me in her mouth. It took me a long time to get her to let me eat her, but she will not even let me look at her pussy after sex.

She will never let me touch her ass… ever. She won’t kiss me after I eat her, won’t let me eat her if I have already put some lube on her. She doesn’t sweat, and hates the feeling of a mess on her. She is quite passionate otherwise, will get on and ride me for a long time, lets me use a vibrator on her etc. I like a hairless pussy and she lets me shave her pussy lips as long as I leave her pubis alone. To my knowledge she had never touched or tasted cum at this time. This is why the events of last weekend have really rocked our marriage!

We had a friend over last weekend, a single guy we have known for a long time. Ed is a pretty normal guy at 5’11 and 180, active and reasonable shape.

Since we were bored, we decided to play 3-handed crib.

We were drinking wine and were moaning about the game. Terrible game, boring as hell, and my wife Jessie was loosing badly. “Probably the most boring card game in the world” she said.

“No, the game ‘go fish’ is worse,” replied Ed.

“Yes, but that’s a kid’s game, I was talking about adult games.”

“Oh ADULT games,” I said, to emphasize the double meaning. “The only adult card game I know is strip poker.”

“Probably more fun than this game,” she muttered under her breath.

“What did you say?” I said in surprise. “Oh come on now, you know you would never have the nerve.”

Ed chimed in “Hell, I’m game for that.”

“Me too,” I said. “Come on Jessie, are you in?”

Wife Enjoys a Friend

I never told her that I saw her that night.

Hell, she was plenty drunk and I’ve done stupid things when I was that loaded. We had been invited to a party at my friend Jims’ house. Everyone had known each other for years and the sexual talk that had been going on all evening was nothing new.

What was new was that someone acted on it and it was Julie, my wife, who acted upon the talk.

I don’t think anyone noticed that she and Jim had disappeared but I did and without saying a word to the rest of the group I also snuck away to see where they might be. I noticed the basement door was open just slightly and went down the stairs quietly not knowing what I would find.

What I found/saw was my wife of 15 years down on her knees sucking the cock of Jim, a very good friend of mine and hers.

She seemed to be enjoying it as well and I could tell by the look on Jim’s face he was also. Her blouse was open and her tits were pushed up over the top of her bra. Jim must have gotten a hand or mouthful before Julie dropped to suck him. I had a pretty good angle for watching and watch is what I did. She looked so trampish I couldn’t look away.

Jim had his hands behind her head and was really giving her a good face fucking. Jim was a well built guy that Julie had more than once told me she found attractive. His cock was not huge but it wasn’t small either. Julie seemed to be totally enjoying the way he was face fucking her, as she could be heard moaning with each stroke of his cock into her mouth. This went on for a time after I got there when Julie pulled her face from his dick and said stick that big fucking prick in my cunt you bastard.

Late Morning Meeting

The first thing I saw as I entered through his office door was him, sitting at his desk, some papers and folders spread out in front of him and the glow from his computer screen reflecting off his shirt. His smile was all I needed to see to know that he didn’t mind me dropping in on him unexpectedly. As I approached him, he turned his chair to get up, but I leaned over to kiss him before he could get to his feet, pushing him back down. My kiss was a little harder and a little more urgent than a “hello” kiss usually is, but I didn’t linger long enough for him to respond. I moved to the back of his chair, leaned forward pressing my full breasts against the back of his neck and put my arms over his shoulders and my hands on his chest.

I lowered my head to his ear and whispered, “I’ve been thinking about you all morning and I really needed to come and see you, to feel you against me, to feel you inside of me. I wanna fuck your brains out, here, now!”

I felt his body tense as my words registered in his mind. He spun his chair around and stood up, put his arms around me and pulled me towards him. Our lips met and the kiss was immediately passionate and full of desire. My fingers went directly to his belt and I undid the buckle, the fastener on the waistband of his pants, then lowered the zipper. His cock was already semi hard and I hadn’t even touched him yet. I lowered his pants and his shorts, releasing him from the confines of his clothes.

I crooned, “Ahhhhh…I love to look at you, to watch you grow and get hard in my hand.”

I gently pushed him back into the chair and kneeled in front of him. My hand was wrapped around his cock, stroking him. His erection was becoming harder and harder by the second. I could feel him swelling under my touch. I bowed my head down and slowly and lightly ran my tongue over the head of his fully erect rod. I opened my lips and covered the entire head of his cock, sucking him inside of me. He felt my lips moving down his shaft. My tongue was swirling around and around and I could feel the soft head pressing against the roof of my mouth. I looked up towards his face. His head was resting against the back of the chair, his eyes were closed at that moment but when I applied a little stronger suction and lightly grazed my teeth along his shaft, I heard him gasp as his hips raised up off the chair. He opened his eyes and looked down at me and watched me make love to his beautiful cock.

Model Niece

At 38, I was fortunate enough to have a successful career as a commercial photographer. While I did my share of weddings and bar mitzvah’s, I also got to shoot many fashion sessions, meeting many beautiful young women and being blessed with the opportunity to have sex with a number of them. My wife didn’t appreciate this very much, which explains why she is now my ex-wife. But then she was also a model I had met on a shoot before our relationship blossomed into a 5-year long argument. Fortunately, we didn’t have any children to fuck up so the divorce was about as clean as it could be.

While it would have been nice to have had some kids, I have come to accept this as something that will probably never be. But I have also been lucky enough to have my older brother’s kids to enjoy and spoil. By brother has two daughters, Beckie and Jenna. They are both smart, beautiful and sweet kids and I have enjoyed spending time with them while they were growing up. They were also incredibly photogenic and I had used them as models here and there for different projects ranging from children’s clothing ads to portraits.

Beckie and Jenna are now grown up. Beckie is 22 and is finishing up college and on her way to graduate school to get her MBA next Fall. Jenna is 18 and just graduated high school. While she is as bright as her sister, she is not the straight arrow that Beckie is. From the time she was little, we all knew that Beckie would be a business woman. There was just something about her. Jenna, on the other hand, was the wild child of the two, often flighty and irresponsible. Luckily she was also drop-dead gorgeous and could easily get out of trouble with a smile or a glance. But it didn’t get her into college. So Jenna was taking time off after high school to figure out what she was going to do.

My brother and I are a lot like his girls. He went to college to become a CPA and I went to art school for two years before dropping out. As a result, I always understood Jenna better than Beckie, and we were the closer for it. I guess that’s one reason why Jenna came to me to talk about breaking into the modeling business, the other being I was a photographer. She told me her parents weren’t happy with the idea and hoped that I would talk her out of it. Part of me wanted to – it’s not an easy career and it’s short lived. The road to success is filled with exploiters, scumbags and perverts, and the girl’s who make it are few and far between.

But another part of me knew that Jenna had what it took to be a model. She was more beautiful than most of the girls I had shot over the years. She had striking auburn hair, green eyes, and a body that could make a grown man cry. Lucky for her I was her uncle or I might have been one of the perverts trying to get into her panties.

I told Jenna that while her father would probably kill me, I would help her get a portfolio together and introduce her to some people who could help her. She was ecstatic. We set aside a few days to shoot her book and I told her what kind of clothes to bring to the shoot. I also made arrangements for her to meet with my friend Emily to learn make-up techniques. Emily is a makeup artist and former model I have worked with and casually dated over the years. In any event, I was treated to the biggest hug I’d ever gotten from Jenna, which left me dazed enough to momentarily forget that she was my niece.

Wild Wife Tina

I first met Tina in 1980. She was a tiny little blonde with the wildest appetite for sex. We experimented with swinging and I was fascinated with watching her suck guys off and fuck the shit out of them. We were married two years later and had a child. We had calmed down in the extramarital sex part of our lives but we still liked to play with toys and watch porn movies.

The thing that got us back into swinging was the purchase of a surprise bag of sex toys. There was a black dildo in the bag and when I used it on Tina she went nuts, yelling, “Oh my God, I can’t believe I’ve got a black dick in me.” She writhed all over the place and ended up having one hell of an intense orgasm. Later, when I asked her about it she told me that she’d always wondered what it would be like to fuck a black guy. It was always a taboo thing where she grew up and was told only sluts who craved huge cocks screwed black guys.

This became the theme of our fantasies and Tina would cum time and again while watching interracial porno movies, especially where the girl was a tiny blonde like her. She agreed to let me watch while she had her first experience with a black dick. The first time occurred spontaneously though I was not there to witness.

Her friend Carol called one Saturday, in the late afternoon, to ask Tina if she wanted to go out and have a few drinks with her. I encouraged her to go out and have some fun. Tina called me about 11:30 that night and said that Carol had gotten ill from one drink too many and had left the bar. Tina said she;d stayed and had met this young black guy who wanted her to go to a hotel with him. She said she knew I wanted to watch the first time but that she really wanted to fuck this guy bad and asked if it’d be OK. I told her to go for it.

Tina got home around 5am and she was a mess. Her hair was crazy and her clothes were wrinkled. I asked her how it was and she replied, “He fucked the shit out of me.” I asked if he had a big dick and she said, “It was the biggest thing I’ve ever seen or felt. I thought I was getting a telephone pole shoved up in me.” She went on to tell me she had sucked him off and that he held her head down and forced her to swallow his cum. She looked at me and admitted that he didn’t have to do that because she wanted to swallow every drop of his hot, black cum and that she’d got off just from knowing a black cock was coming in her mouth and shooting gobs of cum down her throat. She told me he laid her on the bed and pinned her legs back by her ears and drove his cock into her. She said it hurt and she was screaming but he just kept slamming into her. She said her pussy soon adjusted and she was meeting his thrusts so his cock would be buried to the hilt every time. She said he came in her then and twice more after that -once while she was dog style and once with her sitting on him riding his cock. Tina admitted she had so many orgasms that she lost track.

Tina took me by the hand and lead me to our bedroom. She took off her clothes and lay, spread eagle on the bed so I could see her pussy. She said, “Can you still see his cum in me?” I could and it was such a turn on. My cock was stiff as a board and was already oozing from the excitement of her story. I plunged into her pussy and it had really been stretched out and knowing the slippery goo was a black guy’s cum made me erupt.


Work Party For One

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.

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.

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).

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.

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.

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. ”

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.

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.

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.

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.”

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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