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Two Sisters and a Plumber

The call came late the night before and so I told the gal I’d be there first thing in the morning unless she wanted to pay plumber overtime. She didn’t.

It was five to seven that next morning when I pulled into the driveway. I gathered my tool pouch and was about to close the door of the van when a woman came out onto the side porch and waved me over.

She was dressed in a pair of shorts that came high on each thigh, low at the midriff wearing a white shirt with the tails tied above her waist and open to a single fastened button midway down between her breasts. She wore strappy heels probably three inches high and was likely five years older than I am. Her hair was worn in that old-fashioned Page boy look.

She explained the problem as water running out from the cabinet below the lavatory basin whenever the basin was emptied or the tap was running.

It’s a common enough problem when the trap corrodes on the way to the drain. Enough corrosion and you have a hole.

I told her I’d have to see it to verify the problem and she asked how much I charged. I explained that I could give her an estimate after seeing it and then for some reason she asked if I was an independent or one of those plumbers that works with a fleet of trucks and plumbers. I’m independent.

As she walked me to the bathroom she asked if I had a lot of work that had to be done today and I explained that I had several jobs to do yet but there was no real emergency on them and that was the reason I’d moved her to the top of my list last night.

I was right about my suspicion of the problem and gave her a verbal estimate. She accepted.

I had to go back to my van to get a new trap and another wrench and returned a couple of minutes later.

As I entered the kitchen again from the back porch entrance there was another gal standing there talking with the first. She had the same hair color and many of the same features except she was shorter and closer to my age I assumed. She wore shorts also but a transparent blouse with a bra under. She wore open-toe sandals and her hair was in a ponytail.

The new gal looked me over and smiled as she commented to the first gal what good taste she had in plumbers. I was introduced and the new gal seemed to be mentally undressing me.

The first gal then took a long look at me and smiled as she agreed on her own good taste.

The first gal introduced the new one as her little sister. She wasn’t a little girl anywhere and had tits and ass at least as sweet as her older sister.
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In The Hot Tub

We had been in and out of the pool most of the day, and Andre, Elizabeth’s boyfriend, and I were relaxing in the hot tub. Mom had taken the kids earlier to play miniature golf, and were not due back for a couple of hours still. My husband Michael and Elizabeth came out onto the patio, having changed out of their bathing suits.

“How does pizza sound?” asked Michael.

“Good by me!” said Andre enthusiastically.

“Alright then. I’m not familiar with this area, so Beth is going to come with me. Anything else we need to get while we are out?”

“More beer!” Andre said again, with a smile.

“I want some more Diet Coke,” I said, “and mushrooms on my pizza.”

We called out a few more things, and the two of them left. Andre hopped out and walked over to the cooler, picking out fresh soda and asked if I wanted one, which I did. I watched his wet suit cling to his bum as he leaned over the cooler and for a minute fantasized about seeing him naked. Beth had told me a number of times about was sex with him was like, and I was envious. Michael is great, but we’ve been together for 15 years now, and things have settled into their ways. As Andre headed back to the hot tub, I caught myself staring at the suit that clung to his manhood and wondered what it would be like fully erect and in my hand. My nipples grew erect through the thin fabric of my light blue one piece, and I considered slipping lower in the water to hide them, but decided to let Andre see them.

He put the drinks down on the edge of the tub and slipped in, moving to the other side of me and sitting down on the little bench, our hips touching. He reached across me for his drink, his hand and forearm sliding across my ample breasts (all 40DD of them) and he definitely felt my hard nips running along his arm. As he drew his arm back, he pretended (badly I should add) to twist to look at something over his shoulder, purposely pressing his arm harder into my breasts as he did so. I let it go, letting him have the cheap thrill.

We chatted for a few minutes, then I announced I was going to get out and take a shower, then get dressed before they came back with the pizza.

“Hey, Ginny,” he said quickly, and I could hear the change in his voice. “Can I ask you a favor?”

“I guess so, sure,” I said, a little tentative.

“We’ve known each other for what, three years now?” he started, a nervous twinge in his voice. “I made it no secret I always found you attractive, long before I started dating Beth, right?” I nodded. Despite myself, I could feel my nipples growing even harder. Could he really be going to ask me something sexual? “I’ve never had the courage before, and can’t believe I’m going to ask this. I love your sister and all, and wouldn’t do anything to hurt her. And I know you’d never do anything to upset Michael. I’ve watched you for so long now, since that time we…”

“Jesus, Andre,” I said, cutting him off. “Ask your favor already.”

He smile and cleared his throat. “Okay then, here goes. Can I see your breasts? I have always wanted to. Just a look, I promise. You will make me a happy man.”
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Hayley At The Nude Beach

I woke with the sun shining through my bedroom window and smiled. My wife, Hayley and I had discussed going to Cobbler’s, our favourite nude beach, that day, but a weather report the night before had said it might rain. It was, however, ‘perfect beach weather’, as they say.

Hayley was already up. I got up too and walked downstairs to the bathroom. Hayley was in there having a shower. I walked in and had a piss, then turned to watch her.

Hayley and I have been married for three years. One of the first things that had attracted me to her was that she was, like me, an exhibitionist (in fact, on the night that I met her in a bar, I had been watching her dancing when I saw that she had let her blouse fall open so that her tits were hanging out). She loved posing for nude photos (some of which I had posted on the net) and when I told her that I liked going to nude beaches, she told me she had never been to one but was keen to see what it was like. She loved it, of course.

Hayley is 32 years old, and while I’m biased, I think she’s gorgeous. She has long, red hair, a wide, sensuous mouth, blue eyes and pale skin dusted with freckles on her face, arms, legs and the top of her chest. She is of slender build, but has large, slightly pendulous breasts with pale pink nipples. Her pussy is naturally covered with a mass of curly red pubes, but she usually has it shaved, especially when she plans on going nude in public, so that her slit can be more easily seen.

Hayley had just finished washing her hair. “Don’t forget to shave,” I said.

“You want to do the honors?” she asked.

“My pleasure,” I said, picking up my razor from beside the washbasin. Hayley stood with one foot on the raised side of the shower, and rubbed a bar of soap over her crotch. I knelt down in front of her. There was about a week’s growth of red stubble on it which I carefully shaved away, pressing my thumb over her slit towards the end of the operations so as not to cut her puffy labia. When she was quite smooth, she rinsed herself off, and I planted a kiss on her cool, wet cunt.

“You want to do me?” I asked. I stepped into the shower beside her. I hadn’t shaved my cock for a while, and there was quite growth of dark hair around the base of it and on my balls. Hayley soaped me up too, jerking my dick a bit to get it hard, which made it easier to shave. After about ten minutes of scraping with the razor, my dick and balls were as smooth as a little boy’s.

We got out of the shower. Hayley dried herself off. She didn’t bother to put on any underwear, but pulled on a short, sleeveless, white cotton dress. The material clung nicely to her tits. I put on a T-shirt and a pair of shorts.

The drive to the beach took about half an hour. We parked the car at the small car park above it, walked along the railing of the sports oval adjoining it, then made our way down the rocky slope that leads to the beach. Emerging out of the undergrowth, we walked along the strip of grass (on which there are invariably a few naked men lying) and reached the beach itself. I was thrilled to see it quite crowded, with a good number of women and a few families.
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Sweet and Innocent Amy

It was “girls night out” and Amy really needed to get out with her friends and let off some steam. Work was driving her nuts and she hadn’t just cut loose and relaxed in months. She dressed pretty casual, but still sexy. She had on her red silk low cut top that really showed off her great 36c tits. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her long blond hair was pulled up into a high ponytail. Her make up was flawless, and her red lipstick perfectly matched her shirt. Although she as just wearing jeans, they were tight and her ass really filled them out. The lace of her black thong just barely showed over the top of her jeans. She put on her wedding ring, diamond earrings that matched, along with a matching diamond solitaire necklace. She wasn’t dressed to thrill, but she couldn’t help but look hot.

“Where are you off to dressed like that?” Her husband Steve asked.

“I’m going to go out with the girls, and blow off a little steam, work’s really sucked lately and I deserve it.” Amy casually replied.

“A little steam, huh? If I didn’t know better I’d say you look like your going out to get laid.” Steve said jokingly.

“Me?… I could never do that.” Amy said shyly.

“I don’t know, look at how you’re dressed, you’re lookin’ pretty hot..”

” Well….I ..Uh” she paused.

“Too bad.. I’d have to give you such a spanking for being such a bad little girl…” He said playfully.

“Mmm…you’d like that wouldn’t you?”

The words rolled off her tongue suggestively. Amy and Steve were very much in love. They had been married for five years, and Amy, although very sexually free at home, was incredibly faithful and quite shy away from her man. They had both fantasized about her having wild nights of sex with strangers, and although she wanted to try it, she was too shy to ever think about making it a reality. Her pussy began to get a little moist just thinking about.

“We’ll just have to see how the night plays out” She said playfully as she let her hand brush up against Steve’s cock.

He kissed her deeply and played with her tits through her shirt. This made her nipples stick out and show through her silky top.

“Now stop it, you wouldn’t want to ruin my make up for the other boys, …now would you.” She purred.

When her friends got to her house, she kissed Steve goodnight and said’ ” I’ll be back shortly after the bar closes.”

He walked her out to the car and they waved to each other as the car drove off. His mind raced with excitement, although, they both knew that she couldn’t do it. Steve just walked back into the house, grabbed a beer, and settled in for the night.
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Drunk Wife Cheating

My name is Tom and I am an Australian guy. And just had to tell you all about the best sexual experience I ever had.

I spent a couple of years living and working in London, sharing a 3 bed apartment with my best friend Jamie and his black friend Mick.

I and Jamie worked together in the same department in a large company, working with several women of all age groups and had a great time working and flirting with the women there same of whom were married.

We’d spend time with them after work in the pub on a Friday night and because we were the only men in the department we would always flirt that little bit more with them once we’d all had a few beers, they certainly seemed to enjoy the attention they got.

Anyway lets bring you to the night in question, it was the departments Christmas party, set in some trendy restaurant in London not to far from where we lived.

The night started slowly but after the meal, and several drinks later everybody was up dancing away on the dance floor. Jamie was dancing slowly with a married woman from the office called Terri. They seemed to be dancing very close and Terri seemed to be enjoying the attention Jamie was showing her. Now Terri is an attractive lady in her 30s married for about 10 years, slightly chubby but all in the right places, big tits about a 36d and a sexy mature butt. Anyway once the song had finished they came back to the table and Terri looked a little flushed, and headed straight for the toilets, I asked Jamie what happened up there on the dance floor and he just said he’d just had a little fill, and told me to dance with her next and try my luck, so once she returned I grabbed her arm and took her to the dance floor, we danced to a slow song and she was certainly getting turned on as she kept squeezing my butt so I kept rubbing my hands over hers and holding her very close to me so as I could see down her blouse and look at her cleavage.

After some more drinks and dancing between the two of us Terri was now flirting with us and grabbing us onto the dance floor, dancing very seductively between the two of us.

The party was almost at a close and I suggested to her, to come back to ours for a night cap as we lived so close. To which she agreed,
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Musical Chairs In The Hot Tub

There were four of us couples that had been friends for a long time. Sometimes only two or three of the couples would get together, if someone had something else they had to do. But mostly, it was the eight of us getting together to have fun. Dancing, picnics at the beach, barbeque, dinner out, just what ever we thought might be fun, and maybe different.

We were all sitting around one evening after a barbeque at Chuck and Christy’s, trying to plan a long weekend some where out of town. We always had a good time together, where ever we went and whatever we did.

Tom spoke up, “I saw an ad for an off season condo rental up at the ski area. Being summer, I guess they’re having trouble renting it out, ’cause the rate was real cheap.”

Tammy chimed in, “Tom showed it to me when he saw it in the paper. We thought maybe we could all chip in and go for the upcoming holiday weekend.”

John asked, “What do you mean by cheap? Our budget is pretty badly bent!”

Tom replied, “It sounds like an unusual layout. It has a big great room with four double sized futon beds and a fireplace. Not that we would want a fire in this nice weather. It has a kitchen with an eating area, and two bathrooms. There’s a deck with a gas grill, and a huge HOT TUB!”

Tammy added, “When we called to ask about it, they said it was fully furnished with dishes and linens. That all we would need to bring would be clothes, food, and whatever we wanted to drink. Oh, and that they would have the hot tub full and hot! Anyone interested?”

Janice asked, “Like John said, we’re pretty broke. How much do they want for the three day weekend?”

Tom answered, “We can have it from Friday night thru the three day weekend, and up until Tuesday morning for $400.00. That’s only a hundred bucks a couple for the whole weekend!”

Willie and Wanda had just been sitting and listening to the conversation.

Wanda spoke up, “If the sleeping accommodations are just the four big futons, its not going to give anyone much privacy.”

Willie added, “You all know how shy Wanda is.”

Chuck quickly said, “Maybe this would help her get over being Little Miss Shy!”

That bought some laughs, snickers, and chuckles from everyone except Wanda.

In her defense Wanda said, “But I’m not built sexy like you other girls are.”

Willie pitched in, “Honey, you may not be as well built as some of the others, but you are a better kisser and a better —”

Wanda cut him off, “Willie, you just Shush!”
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Chloes First Black Dick

This is the story of the first time my wife Chloe was fucked by a black man. Unfortunately, I did not get to witness her first time other than in my imagination. This all happened when she was about 25 years old, and we had only been married for a year. My wife is now 37, 5’5″, 140 lbs., nice big titties with big, pink nipples, blonde hair, brown eyes, and lightly-freckled, pale white skin. I’ve watched her take many black dicks over the years, but there is something about this story that really gets me off. She sometimes will tell me this story while we’re fucking… it is guaranteed to get me off every time. She normally cums all over my dick while telling it, too.

Here is how she tells the story of taking her first black dick:

I was in Atlanta for a conference related to my job. We had several workshops, and in one of them I met Harold. He was 6’8″ of big, muscular, bald headed man with smooth, dark, black skin.

After the workshop, we all were just hanging out in the hotel. I’d noticed Harold eyeing my big tits all day, and when he came into the bar of the hotel, he was wearing some loose sweats. I could see his big dick through his pants, just hanging down, and even through his sweatpants I could tell he had, by far, the biggest dick I’d ever seen. I had always heard that black men were hung, but this monster in his pants was making my pussy ooze and twitch.

Well, you already know that I got fucked by some pretty big dicks before I met you, and I had been missing that full feeling for so long as I remained faithful to you, but just seeing that monster weakened my resolve and I knew I’d be breaking our marriage vows that night. I wondered what such a huge dick would feel like stretching my tight hole open. I wondered if I would even be able to take it. I knew it was wrong. I knew I’d be cheating on you, but I decided right then I was going to find out.

He was flirting with me, just making long eye contact and suggestive comments. I immediately took the hint when he said his back was tense. I suggested he could use a massage, and offered to come to his room and give him one. He grinned… I’m sure he knew right then that I was going to let him fuck me.
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Nerd Pity Fuck

Kiara had been around the Uni campus quite a lot in the past 2 weeks. She, along with a thousand or so others, had just begun their higher education in their various courses.

But the subjects weren’t what Kiara remembered most. On the first day, she had sex in the toilets – and it came to a shock for her to who it was. Thomas was in her grade at school, and the two had never even flirted before, but he tricked Kiara that day. Thinking it was someone else, Kiara freely went with the flow as Thomas got a blowjob and a fuck from her!

Since then she had skipped a couple of her classes to catch up with Thomas for a quickie – it was like a ‘friends-with-benefits’ situation. But today she decided to go to the lecture instead. Walking up to the main hall where the lecture was to be held, Kiara realised she was almost half an hour early. She looked around to see if any of her fellow peers were waiting at the hall also.

Kiara spotted Marvin, a guy in her class, sitting at a table nearby. He was a short and skinny kid, and like any nerd, was as white as a ghost and had big glasses. Obviously, he wasn’t the chick magnet, and it seemed like he didn’t care that he wasn’t.

He was vigorously reading a textbook, secluded from society as his eyes raced through the fictional text. Kiara giggled to herself, kind of disgust but also in pity for him. She was a nice girl and didn’t like people to be left out, so she went and sat right next to Marvin at the table.

“Hey, Marv,” she said.

“It’s Marvin,” he retorted, his eyes still glued on the page. But just seconds later, his eyes stopped scanning through the words as he realized what was happening. He looked up to Kiara as she sat there smiling at him.

“Wow, you’ve stopped reading,” Kiara joked. Marvin laughed nervously, blushing as his body was inches away from a girl’s. He couldn’t help his eyes from scanning her body up and down, her tight shirt pressing hard against the firm breasts that lay beneath.

Kiara watched as Marvin looked her up and down rather creepily.

“Sorry,” he laughed nervously again, stopping his eyes from searching her body even more.

“That’s okay,” Kiara laughed as she watched Marvin go back to reading, a smile clearly across his face. She leaned over to read what he was, and could feel Marvin become uncomfortable. Kiara was basically flirting with him at this stage! Why and how it came about, she didn’t know…
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Sisters Forever

“Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!”

Ashley groaned and buried her face in her pillow as she screamed that phrase for the hundredth time. “Why can’t they just give me some peace?” she cried and wrapped the silken pillow around her head and kicked her long legs up and down on the bed in a frustrated tantrum. But as the loud music and laughter drifted upstairs from the sorority party on the first floor, Ashley sighed and admitted that this discomfort is what she deserved.

Ashley was a sophomore at the local university, not far from her home in Massachusetts. During her freshman year, she lived in the dorms, but had decided to join one of the university sororities. Ashley had rushed for the Tri Kappa Sigma sorority as a freshman, and after several grueling weeks of hazing and serving the established sisters, she was finally accepted and welcomed. As a member of the sorority, Ashley gained all the privileges of a sister, including the option of moving out of the dorms and into the off-campus sorority house as a freshman, before any of the other students were allowed to move off-campus. However, Ashley wasn’t so sure she could handle living with her numerous sisters, whose parties had become the stuff of legend around the campus.

Ashley was an academic-minded girl, attending the university due to a full academic scholarship, and she knew full well just how hard it would be to maintain the required 3.60 or higher GPA to keep that scholarship while living in the dorms, much less at the sorority house. So Ashley declined and finished out her freshman year in the dorms. However, upon returning to school this September for her sophomore year, Ashley was convinced by her best friend and sorority sister, Kali, to move into the sorority house. Now, on this particular night, as the music sounded louder than ever before, Ashley really regretted her decision.

It was balmy September night in the beginning of the semester. One of those last lingering days of summer that just would not relent in its hot discomfort. Ashley rolled over onto her back and kicked the sheet off her body in hot frustration. Ashley was an attractive young woman, 19 with shoulder length strawberry blonde hair and light brown eyes. She was in decent shape with small 32B perky breasts, although some would call her a little lanky for her 5’10″ frame. Ashley tried to get comfortable, but the heat of the night was just too much to bear. Even with her two windows wide open and dressed in just a simple black bra and panties, this last summer night would not let go of its discomfort.

A soft knock sounded on her door, almost too soft to hear over the din of the party below. “What!?” Ashley called out in an irritated voice.

The door opened to reveal the form of her friend Kali dressed in a long white robe, who entered in a shy fashion and closed the door behind her. Kali was a beautiful young woman, at 20 a year older than Ashley, the two had met during Ashley’s first weeks as a pledge and instantly became the best of friends. Kali had long blonde hair that wasn’t the type of hair that simply fell down to her shoulders. Kali’s hair was “full”, as Ashley called it, framing her clear, smooth face and wonderful brown eyes. Kali smiled a little and walked over to sit next to Ashley on the bed.
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Boat Fun

Last month my wife and I had the most exhilarating sexual experience of our marriage. The couple next door and invited us and one of my co-workers to a day on their new pontoon boat on a large lake near our North Carolina home. The neighbors, Ted and Susan, had meet Craig my co-worker and his wife Lacie at one of our backyard barbeques and us three couple hit it off quite well.

Theresa and I, as well as Ted and Susan, are in our early forties, both with two kids each, while Craig and Lacie are about ten years younger and childless. Theresa and Susan are both about the same size, and though heavier than in their youth, both are still well proportioned and still quite attractive; the good looking MILF of legend. Theresa is 5’4″, about 135#, and wears a very full 34C bra. Both women wear the hair just off their shoulders in fashionable but practical hair cuts.

Lacie, having not bore any children, still had her youthful figure; about 5’5″ and maybe 110 #. Her breasts looked to be more of a perky 34B and it was all capped by the most angelic face to grace an adult woman. Craig had confided to me that is was all show; there was nothing angelic about Lacie.

We met at the lake and after bringing our supplies aboard off we went. The lake is very large man-made and because it is used as an area water supple there are no homes along the shoreline. It is especially irregular in shape with many coves and bays all surrounded by forest. The plan was to cruise for awhile and then find an unoccupied cove for swimming and a cookout on the party boat’s built in gas grill.

As we cruised in and out of the various inlets, we three guys hung to the back of the boat under the roof that covered the rear section of the boat and the ladies went to the front to catch the sun on the uncovered part. As we started off we stripped down to our swim suits. Ted and I in our boxer type and Craig, after some kidding by Lacie, took his shorts off to reveal the new suit she had bought him. It was a Speedo type showing off what appeared to be an especially large package. I am certainly not an expert, or even an amateur observer of what male equipment looks like in that type outfit, but even to me it was very apparent that Craig was quite well endowed. Besides the lower portion we could see that his gym time was well spent and I guess you’d have to call him buff; solid and well muscled. Ted and I, though no bald fatties, are showing our ages and all those after work beers. We both carried 10-20 pounds we didn’t need with small love handles.

As I said Theresa and Susan where built about the same. Their hips and butts had broadened but still kept their nice shapes. Their waists, though thicker than before child birth, still looked good in the two piece swim suits they both wore. They both wore tops that displayed lots of cleavage that had the effect of drawing any attention to them. Lacie was just a knockout and wore a swimsuit to display her attributes. The top was two small triangles and the front as about the same with a two inch stripe on material just covering the crack of her ass.

As we cruised around the lake us guys enjoyed watched the ladies stretched out sunning themselves even more than the shore side scenery. As guys will sometimes do after a couple of quick beers, we started to compare the physical beauty of our spouses. Craig liked the larger tits Theresa and Susan showed and Ted and I were intent of seeing if those two inches of material covering the ass crack of Lacie would continue to slip between those lovely cheeks as it appeared to be doing. Craig admitted that Lacie had no modesty and loved to know guys were ogling her. Then he told us that if she knew us better she’d have worn her sheer thong bikini. I don’t know about Ted but the thoughts of that made my cock twitch.
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The Dressing Room

“You asked for it you little cum slut,” he growled in my ear, pulling me back by the hair, pushing himself hard into me.

He was right. No doubt. Once again I had brought it all on myself.

It started innocently enough. Dress shopping. I am sitting on the fundraising committee for the symphony. Chair this year actually, and he is quite proud of me. But it has been a lot of work. Our final event of the season is coming up soon and I need the perfect dress since I will be recognized. I know that how I present myself at these events is a direct reflection on him so I do try hard. So he agreed to go dress shopping with me to pick the perfect dress.

We were in a little upscale boutique downtown with a few dresses to try on when I picked up a slinky little number, something I would never wear. Black silk cut down to the belly button with a few rhinestones and a slit almost to the hip. Very sexy. Very revealing. I held it in front of me and sashayed in front of him provocatively, teasing.

“What do you think?” I asked with a grin.

He frowned.

“Oh, come on,” I said moving to him, tilting my head up towards him bringing my lips dangerously close to his hear, purring in a sultry voice. “You don’t want the world to see what a little slut your wife can be?”
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My Wife Is a Slut

I found her cum stained panties in the dirty laundry. They were still wet and gooey, and that could only mean one thing. My wife had fucked my younger brother. They were at the store buying supplies for the weekend and had just returned. She must have ditched the panties in the hamper when she went to pee.

I don’t really blame my brother. After all, my wife is 105 pounds of pure sex poured into a 5’2″ frame. Her tits stretch the limits of the T-shirts and halters she wears and are firm enough to hold their shape nicely when she goes braless. She has a small waist and full hips with strong but shapely thighs and an ass to die for. In a pair of tight shorts and a low cut halter Joanne is a walking wet dream.

It is not just her body that is sexy. She has curly blond hair that falls over her shoulders, green eyes with long lashes, high cheekbones, full lips, white teeth and a small upturned nose. She loves to flirt and has a natural “I want to fuck” look in her eyes. My bother, being only 18, did not have a chance.

I can visualize how it must have happened. Joanne pulled off the road after flirting shamelessly until he was drooling with lust for her hot body. She had on the same sexy short skirt and tight top that she wore to work. She climbed into his lap and told him how she needed his cock inside her that very second or she was going to die. She often used the same words with me. She didn’t even take off her panties.

I knew Joanne was a sexual powder keg when we married, but I was willing to take the risk. She was by far the hottest fuck I had ever experienced, and that included some pretty wild parties in college. I knew I couldn’t keep her caged, but figured that what I didn’t know wouldn’t hurt me as long as she really loved me. She would be discreet.

Finding her cum stained panties was a revelation. I was so turned on by the thought of Joanne riding my brother’s cock that I fucked her three times that night and once the next morning. I decided that if she was going to fuck other men, and she was, then I was going to be part of it. First, however, I was going to have some fun.

Friday night I invited five friends over for poker. They were all single and young. I asked Joanne to dress like a whore so that their concentration would be diverted from the cards. Being a natural flirt and exhibitionist, she gladly obliged. We were sitting at the table cutting for deal when she walked into the room. My jaw dropped.
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Awards Night

In October, last year, I was invited, by my company to attend an awards ceremony in Manchester. I travelled with Martin, one of our salesmen, who was going to receive a long service award.

As we were checking into the hotel, a voice boomed out, “Marty! Long time, no see!” A young man, dressed in shorts and vest, shouted.

Martin’s face lit up, “Ian, how are you?” He instantly recognised the young man, as a fellow salesman, from an office in the South -West. They shook hands, and Martin introduced me, “This is Victoria, from our London office”.

“Aha, the Ice-maiden!” The young man laughed, as he took my outstretched hand, and gently kissed it.

“I’m sorry?” I quizzed him.

“That is what they call you, isn’t it?” He laughed again.

At work, I had a reputation for not mixing with the other staff. I like to keep my personnel life private.

“A drink beckons,” Ian ushered us into the bar. As we sat down, I offered my cigarettes around, with no takers. I lit my mine, sucked in and exhaled a plume of smoke.

“You look like you needed that”; Ian quipped, as he made himself comfortable, stretching his muscular legs along the sofa.

“I did, Martin wouldn’t let me smoke in his car,” I pretended to whine, inhaling even more nicotine.

I watched Ian, intently, as he chatted to Martin. He had just been in the hotel gym, and his well toned- body was still glowing with sweat. He oozed confidence; in the way he sat, talked and surveyed the room.

As I finished my drink, we arranged to meet in the bar at 7.15.

I had a long soak in the bath, slowly got dressed and put my make-up on. These functions were, normally, as boring as Hell, so I didn’t make too much effort. My dress was quite fitted, and showed a little bit of cleavage, but could hardly be described as sexy.

When I arrived in the bar, Martin and Ian were already there. Martin looked very smart, in his Tuxedo, but Ian looked very suave, and incredibly sexy.

Ian bought the drinks, and guided us into Ballroom. At our table, Ian manoeuvred himself into the seat, next to mine.

During the evening, he kept everyone entertained, with some very dirty jokes and stories. I hadn’t laughed so much, for a long time. He kept my glass topped up and every time I picked up a cigarette he lit it, for me. At one stage his lips brushed against my ear. He whispered, “I love watching women smoke, it almost looks like they’re preparing for oral sex.”

I didn’t know how to reply, and was very self-conscious, as I continued puffing away.

Not only, did Martin receive his award, but he was also promoted to Regional Manager.

At 11.30, the lights came on, and the evening appeared to be coming to an end. Ian picked up two bottles of wine from our table, telling Martin to grab our glasses, “Let’s help Martin celebrate his new found success,” he announced as he made his way to the lift, as everyone else drifted into the bar.

“Let’s go to my room,” he said, as he pressed the button for the 8th floor. Inside, Ian ran his finger along my thigh, “You can even settle a couple of bets that we’ve had.”

” I’m sorry?” I replied. Ian laughed, but Martin hid his eyes and blushed.

Inside the room, Ian opened a bottle and poured it into the three glasses. I sat against the edge of the dressing table, Martin sank into an armchair and Martin lay on the bed.

“So what was this bet?” I asked.

“Well it’s three bets, actually,” he chuckled. I sipped my wine, and lit another cigarette, blowing smoke in Ian’s direction.

“Number one,” he looked at Martin, who was grinning like a five-year-old, “stockings or tights? Now I knew what they were upto. “How much is at stake?” I asked, “£10”
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Slut Wifes Back Seat Adventure

My lovely wife is Cassie and I loved her very much. I say I loved her because I am not so sure now after what happened when we were returning from our beach holiday recently! I work in a law office as a junior partner and am very happy working there but sometimes things happen which change our lives and that was what happened on our way back.

Altogether there were 18 of us at this beach holiday and it would be fair to say we were all good friends. Each of us had our wife with us and although I had warned Cassie about these other fellows I assumed they would be kept in order by their wives! How wrong could I be? Anyway, knowing these chaps can get a bit off the rails at times I warned Cassie to be wary of them and not to allow them to get too close to her without me being present!

Cassie is aged 28 and although she is usually very quiet, she can also become the life of a party if she gets in the right mood and this can cause trouble – not only between us but also with other people. Cassie isn’t the prettiest girl in the world but she does have a good figure, short strawberry blond hair and is not very tall. She has the cutest smile and it is this smile which has got her into trouble on a few occasions. I couldn’t say she is always a flirt but sometimes some man or other will get her going and then she turns into a real flirt!

I know Cassie wasn’t a virgin when I married her. She had told me about several of her boyfriends who had fucked her many times when she was going with them. She always kept their identity secret but didn’t mind telling me all the juicy details. I hadn’t had any experience prior to marrying Cassie so all I knew I learned from her.

We all enjoyed our weekend at the beach house – it was owned by the senior partner of the firm and although he was the same age as myself – 30 – he was very rich and came from a wealthy family. He was also the leader where there was any misbehavior and he was one person I had warned Cassie about.

The accommodation was quite cramped because there were only 5 bedrooms but we were able to have enough beds by having some in the dining room and the main entertainment room. We had double beds in the 5 bedrooms and the dining room and there were 3 double beds in the entertainment room. It was a well known fact that some of the couples were into swapping wives and so it was carefully arranged that these should be the people who slept in the dining and entertainment rooms.

We romped about on the beach and although a couple of the wives ran around the beach topless, the rest of us were suitably clad and tried to not take much notice of the topless girls. All of the men kept their bathing suits on so it was really not too bad. I kept Cassie in my sight most of the time making sure none of the men tried anything with her. At one stage during the stay she told me I was suffocating her and she should be allowed to do her own thing! I told her I was sorry but I knew what these chaps were capable of and didn’t want her to get involved with them – she may be taken advantage of!
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Horny Hotel

Allow me to introduce myself. I am John Rayn, 34 year old vice chairman of Sabre Construction Industries. I am staying at the Ramada Grand Jarvis Hotel in Leicester on a business trip. It is a nice hotel room with a double bed and a view onto the inner courtyard of the hotel, away from the traffic. My 29 year old secretary is with me in the room across the hall to take dictation and deal with my paperwork. My business concluded for the day I pour myself a drink from the mini-bar and sit down in the arm chair. Switching on the TV I get the usual load of rubbish programs. My gaze wanders around the room, clean and impersonal, and falls on the window. I look out across the darkening courtyard at the brightly lit rooms on the other side. In one window a sexy blonde young co-ed is looking out too, just about to close her curtains. She spots me and blows me a kiss before stripping off her t-shirt to reveal a nice C-cup chest encased in a multi-colored bikini. My cock stirs in my pants at the sight of her taut, smooth body and she waves at me, closing the curtains. I linger in the window for a few seconds, my penis stirring as thoughts cross my mind.

Shaking my head, I start to unbutton my shirt, stripping it off to reveal my well-muscled chest. Leaving it draped over the back of the chair I head into the en-suite to have a shower.

The warm jets hit my body and caress their way down my skin and I feel my muscles relax. I detach the shower head and use it to wash all over, enjoying the feel of the water tickling me. I find my mind returning to the sexy student in the room across the courtyard and I think about how I’d love to play with her tits, squeezing and caressing them, pulling and teasing at her nipples. It has been so long since I last had sex and I didn’t give in to pleasuring myself very often either. The thoughts of the co-ed, however, were enough to rouse me and now here I was, thinking about her kneeling in front of me naked, sucking my cock. I let the shower jets play between my legs, caressing my balls and up the length of my shaft. This brought me erect and I watched the water drip off my 9 inch erect penis.

Trying to forget about it I got out and toweled myself vigorously, allowing my erection to subside. Pulling on the bathrobe I went back into the room with my drink in hand. I settled down, as before, in the armchair and looked out into the night sky. Most of the rooms across the way were darkened by drawn curtains, but from one the light shone unobstructed. I realized with a shock that it might be the student as it was near where her room had been. I scooted the armchair closer to the window to look out. What I saw shocked my dick awake again. I saw the co-ed and another girl, a brunette, wearing only their bikinis, pillow fighting. I watched their pert breasts jiggle as they swung the big soft pillows at each other, jumping up and down on the bed.

One of the pillows burst and Emma fell down on the bed laughing amidst a snowstorm of feathers. Courtney fell down next to her and whacked her one last time with her still intact pillow. Emma glanced out of the window and saw the fit guy she’d seen earlier looking out of his window. He had changed into a bathrobe which was lying slightly open to reveal his tanned and well-muscled chest. With a start she realized that he was watching her and Courtney quite intently and her nipples came erect.

“What are you thinking about?” Courtney asked

“You remember that guy I was flirting with earlier?”

“Yes”

“Well, don’t look, but he’s looking at us right now. I think he was enjoying seeing us have a pillow fight.”

“Oh my god,” Courtney gasped, “that’s so hot!” She glanced out briefly. “Holy shit! He is pretty fit! Do you think he’d like me doing this?” Courtney looked at Emma and started to caress her own breast.

“He’s still looking pretty closely. I think we should give him a good display, tease him until he cums all over the nice clean carpets.”

“Oh my god, it makes me horny just thinking about it. Feel how wet my pussy is.”
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Vegas With a Naughty Client

In the world of interior design it’s mostly women and gay men as clients; being a young, single guy definitely has its benefits. This one started with work-related phone calls but quickly lead to her drunk dials and my naughty texts. We had met in passing once before, at a tradeshow, but I could hardly remember who she was. But as the texts turned into emails and naughty became downright dirty, I knew that we had to meet again.

I was headed to Vegas for yet another show and had planned to spend a few days with some friends before work began. But jobs and girlfriends caused them to back out and I saw my chance. I invited her to Vegas and knew she’d accept…after reading about so many of the naughty things she wanted to do to me, it was worth the risk to see if she was bluffing. Through our naughty email exchanges she had bragged about her oral prowess and her flexibility but it was her lust for anal that I couldn’t shake out of my mind. She wanted her ass fingered, licked, and downright fucked. She wanted to be dirtier than she had ever been and she wanted to do it with me. I couldn’t wait.

We met at The Hotel, one of the nicer, more modern Vegas giants. I got to there before her and showered, shaved, and groomed. The bathtub was big enough for 4 and I figured we’d make good use of it later. I tried my best to relax but the anticipation was relentless. When she finally knocked on the door, I was pleasantly surprised by her appearance. She looked better than I had vaguely remembered. But there wasn’t much time to appreciate her, she was dripping and I was ready for her.

She threw me down onto the bed and mashed her lips against mine. She had channeled her nerves into passion and her lust was palpable. She looked at me with a grin and began to unzip my jeans. My cock sprang to life and she softly took it into her hand. She started her tongue at the base of my cock and slowly licked me from base to tip. Her tongue was so wet and warm and I could feel her breathe against me. She engulfed my entire cock in one quick swoop and started milking me with her throat as she tickled her tongue against the base of my cock. Damn, this girl had talent. I had been hard since the moment I boarded my plane that morning so it didn’t take her long to make me cum. She quickened her pace and began sucking on my length harder. I looked her in the eye and told her I was ready to explode, she blew me as fast and hard as she could until I finally blasted my load down her throat. I smiled, so did she, this was going to be a fun weekend.

I crawled between her legs to repay her efforts. She was freshly shaven for the occasion and tasted sweet. I teased her, kissing her inner thighs and breathing and lightly grazing her clit. When I slowly licked the entire length of her slit she gasped and I pressed my flat tongue directly against her sex. Her moan made me hard again. My soft licked increased in tempo and strength with her moans, I felt her writhe and push against my tongue. I licked harder and deeper as I felt her begin to shake. As she started to come she lifted her hips off the bed…I knew she was silently asking me to give her little asshole attention.

I wet my thumb in her dripping pussy and as I took her engorged clit between my lips I slowly started circling her asshole with my thumb. The resulting response was unlike anything I had ever seen…I had released the animal within her. She groaned and grunted and tried to push my thumb deep into her ass. But I wasn’t done teasing her and knew that I’d be enjoying her ass soon enough. I laughed at her desire and told her we’d continue our fun late.

Once she had recovered enough we decided to throw on some clothes and grab a few drinks at the lobby bar. I ordered a beer, she asked for a Long Island iced tea and 4 Patron silver shots. She was not fooling around. We each took two shots, then two more. The conversation was easier than I had feared it would be and the booze started to really loosen us up. She began to stroke my cock back to life through my jeans. Once I was once again rock hard she looked me in the eye and asked if I was ready to be dirty. Her smile meant she definitely wasn’t bluffing.
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Two Cocks Too Much

I have to tell you all about what happened to me Friday night. I know I have been in many situations before but this is even new to me. It is just one more in a long line of things that I could never have imagined if it hadn’t happened to me.

I was just getting ready to leave work when Ronnie called. I am now working as a dental hygienist. Anyway, Ronnie wanted me to come by before I went home, she made the excuse she needed my help with something. Friday nights are usually my night to drink and unwind from the stress of the week, but hey a friend in need is more important than my need to get drunk.

Ronnie lives in a huge apartment in mid town and I always have envied her life style but could never afford it. I never asked her how she managed to pay for such lavish living when she had no apparent source of income. I had my ideas but then it was not my concern.

When I arrived at her place the door man buzzed me up and Ronnie met me at the elevator. She was barely dressed in a red teddy which hid very little and exposed the rest, She did have the decency to cover it with a matching cover all of a robe. Her hair was done in a new style that made her look somewhat like Veronica Lake. Her make up was barely visible and her mouth was accented by a bright red color she had heightened by glossing. I wanted to eat her up right there. Instead we hugged and kissed and went into her apartment.

When we entered the living room I saw that Ronnie had two guests. Both were huge in size. 6 foot and more and there was no sign of fat on either of them, both were African Americans. As I came in they rose from the couch and Ronnie introduced them as Darin and Jerome. I would never remember their names but I could always tell them apart by other means.

Ronnie is a petite woman, 4 feet 11 inches maybe 95 pounds. I couldn’t imagine her with either of these men in bed. They would tear her a new everything. I took Ronnie by the hand and lead her to the bedroom. I wanted to know what was up and I didn’t want the men to hear me. Well she started by telling me that if I went along it would mean a lot of extra cash for me, then she explained that she was going to take on the both of them but needed a back up if they got to be too much. Would I be willing to join the party?

Had I realized what the party was going to end up being I might have changed my mind right there but you’ll see what I mean. We agreed to help each other and while she went to entertain the men I changed into one of her many outfits, I let my hair down and touched up my lipstick. I removed all my clothes then I put on a light blue teddy that Ronnie had laid out for me. I figured I wouldn’t be wearing any of it for very long.
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Poker Party

She was hurrying around to put the finishing touches on the house. She had only a couple hours more ’til her husband would be home and he would expect all to be in readiness. It would be even more than he expected. Quickly glancing around to be sure she hadn’t forgotten to do anything, she grabbed her purse and dashed out the door, jumping in her car and heading for downtown. So little time, so much to do. She first stopped at the costume shop and collected the costume she had reserved earlier by phone, examining it to be sure that everything was there… every little detail must be perfect. It was just what she had asked for, even to the little lacy cap to perch on her short hair. Then she headed to the supermarket and picked up the beer her husband had requested and some snack and dip ingredients. Next the liquor store next door to purchase bourbon and scotch for those who might want them and a bottle of HER favorite red wine.

Once safely back in the house with her purchases properly stowed away, she went to the bedroom and started the water running for a lovely bath… just enough time to make herself beautiful before her husband arrived. After relaxing for a few minutes in the warm water to which she had added her favorite herbal concoction, she emerged, toweled herself dry and applied perfume to the points all over her body which would give off the scent to best advantage. Then she wrapped herself in a huge toweling robe and went downstairs to greet her husband with his favorite light supper. Yes, this was the night of his weekly poker party and it was his turn again to host the party. He had told her that this time, he didn’t want her to hide herself away upstairs but instead she was to remain in evidence and serve his friends with drinks and snacks as they played. This wasn’t the norm for these events, but tonight he wanted to do something a little different.

Just as she finished re-checking everything to be sure all that was needed was at hand, she heard his car in the garage and looked up to see him entering the kitchen. “Hello, darling,” she greeted him with a kiss and he hugged her hard, noting with a smile that she wore nothing beneath that bulky robe.

“Hmmm, this could make us late for our own party,” he murmured into her hair as his hands slid up and down her back.

“Down boy,” she retorted, as she set their supper on the kitchen table. “We just have enough time to eat.”

Reluctantly, he sat at his place and as they ate, he told her about an idea he had to spice up the poker playing that night. Listening, she was shocked at what he wanted her to do and wondered if he knew about the costume she planned to wear tonight… but how could he know? She had not ordered it until he was safely out of the house and at work this morning. No, it was just another example of the complete rapport they experienced so often, especially where their sexual relationship was concerned. He was waiting for her response… what was it he had said? He wanted her to come on to his friends a little, let them touch her? Something about the stakes of the game being her clothes? Hmmm, that would fit right in with that costume she was planning to wear. How fortunate that there were quite a number of pieces to it.

“Yes, dear,” she said submissively. “I think that would be all right, as long as you’re right here to make sure everything is under control.”

They finished their meal and she cleared up the remains and then disappeared upstairs to dress for her “performance”. He still had no idea of what she was up to and probably shouldn’t until the first guests had arrived. Just as she was putting the finishing touches to her outfit, she heard the doorbell and then several voices in the foyer as his friends came in.

Steeling herself against the reaction in case it should be unfavorable, she slowly descended the stairs. Hearing the voices coming now from the den where the poker table was set up, she stopped just as she entered the doorway. As if someone had signaled for silence, the voices stopped and five pairs of eyes looked in her direction. She noticed only one pair… her husband’s. Surprise registered there and then, incredibly, delight. He crossed the room to her side and ushered her into the room. “Boys,” he announced, “Tonight we have a lovely waitress to see to our needs. Gentlemen, my wife, Sandy.”

“Since I am host tonight, I want to propose a little bit of a change to our usual game. I suggest that we play for slightly different stakes, instead of our usual wagers. I will play champion and each of you will be the challengers. As we play, if I lose, Sandy will remove one article of clothing. If I win, she will replace one item. If I win and she hasn’t removed anything yet, she will receive a poker chip which she can redeem in exchange for keeping an article at any time she chooses. Does this meet with everyone’s approval?”
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Rival Nails Wife

At the company Christmas party, my wife, Louise, and I shared a table with Bernie and his wife, Babs. It had to be the lowest status table in the whole banquet hall. We were in a dark corner, across the room from the executive table. Louise and I sat facing the wall. Bernie and Babs at least were facing the room and could see what was going on. About the only good thing about the table was that we were so far away from the band that we could actually hold a conversation.

“Don’t count on the Nova job,” Bernie was saying. “Victor has it locked up.”

“Victor.” Louise literally spat the word out. “I hate that man.”

I nudged her with my leg and caught her eye in a silent warning. I was afraid she would make a racial comment. Earlier when we found out our seating assignments, I had warned her that Bernie was solidly in Victor’s camp. Anything we said that was out of line would be reported to management. One mistake and any chance I had for the Nova job would be gone.

“Oh, Victor’s not so bad,” Babs said. “He got Bernie a nice raise last year.”

He should have, I thought. Bernie had taken the heat for Victor’s screw up on the Acme job — a job I should have had, and could have done right.

Bernie smiled at Babs remark. “Robert and Victor are old rivals, Honey. Whoever gets the Nova job will be able to push our software technology to a new level. And get a nice promotion.”

That was the problem — technology. Victor was a politician. All he wanted was the promotion. He couldn’t design, and his code sucked. If he got the job, there wouldn’t be any new technology, just a mess.

The light darkened even more as someone approached the table. It was Victor. “Merry Christmas, Bernie,” he said as he shook Bernie’s hand. “Babs, how nice to see you again.” But instead of shaking her hand, he brought it up to his lips.

I would have felt corny doing something like that, but Victor could get away with it. He was a tall black man that kept in good shape. And he was so immaculately dressed in an expensive suit that he looked like an exec. Probably that was why he was sitting near them.

But I wasn’t fooled, when he bent over Babs’ hand, I saw him checking out her cleavage.

“Robert,” he said as he extended his hand. “Having a good time, I hope.”

I smiled as we shook. “Yeah, good party. I don’t think you’ve met my wife. Louise this is Victor.”

That was the thing. You had to be polite, even in the lower levels of management. And especially when your rival is kissing your wife’s hand and making it obvious that he is looking down her dress.

“A pleasure,” he said to Louise then looked over to Babs. “Bernie, you have to let me dance with Babs.”

After he led her away, Louise leaned over and whispered in my ear. “Did you see the way he looked at me. I wondered for a moment if I was naked.”

“He’s just trying to get me mad so I’ll do something stupid.”

She looked at me with an amused smile then nudged me then and nodded over to Bernie. He was oblivious to us. Instead he stared rather anxiously at the dance floor.

Well, I thought, I’d be worried too if Victor had my wife.

A few minutes later Bernie’s smile signaled the return of Victor and Babs.

“Robert,” Victor said, “I would love a dance with Louise.”

“Sure, just remember where you got her.”

My turn to worry. But fortunately, Bernie took Babs for a dance too, leaving me all alone so I was able to turn around and watch without, I hoped, looking like a nervous husband.

However, I should have stayed facing the wall. It was a slow dance and Victor kept Louise at the edge of the floor where I could see them. He did it deliberately too because I saw him glance over at me, and when he saw me watching, he tried to pull her close.

At first Louise resisted but as he turned her, she too saw me watching. That was my big mistake because teasing me is Louise’s favorite game. She let him pull her close, and on the next turn Victor smirked at me as his hand drifted down onto Louise’s ass. She lifted his hand back up to her waist, but she was still smiling when he turned her enough so that she could again look at me.

After that, the two of them really got into the game, taking turns watching me and getting increasing bold with every turn. On the next turn, Victor watched me as he put his hand back on her ass. Louise left it there which encouraged Victor to get even bolder. He moved her around so they were dancing in a half open position, with one boob against his chest and the other out a little way from him. Since they were dancing almost side by side, they both watched me on the next turn as Victor put his paw on her breast.

When Louise starts a game, she plays hard. For the rest of the dance, she let Victor openly fondle her boob and rub her ass while they both laughed at me.
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Pregnant Wife Fucked By Husbands Friend

I was excited. I was eight months pregnant and getting dressed up to have dinner with my husband and a friend of his from work. What made tonight more exciting is my husband and I had discussed having this friend join us for a threesome.

Since the night of my affair when my husband got me pregnant I have been horny as hell. It started with my husband joking that I needed two guys to wear me out now. Eventually those jokes became serious and my husband made some arrangements. He had a friend who was hot into pregnant chicks. Chuck was about 10 years younger than me. My husband, who was just starting to warm up to the idea of a threesome invited Chuck over for dinner, and implied to Chuck that he had a good chance of fucking me. Chuck accepted the invitation and we were set.

There are only so many things a pregnant woman can wear and still feel moderately attractive. What I settled on was a low cut blue sundress that came to just above my knee. At my husband’s insistence I did not wear underwear. He was just wearing jeans and a t-shirt, though he got to wearing underwear.
Chuck arrived right on time, my husband had just finished grilling the steaks and I had set the table with everything else. We spent all of dinner chatting and breaking the ice getting to know each other. I knew things were going well since Chuck was checking me out every chance he got. After dinner we went to the living room for after dinner relaxation.

My husband pulled out a game he had gotten that I did not know about. It was a cheesy truth or dare game where you draw a card and do what is on the card. We all had a good laugh as we played. We all told embarrassing stories, I made out with both of them. Eventually I drew a card that had me do a strip tease. Since I was only wearing the sundress I danced as seductively as a pregnant woman can and pulled the dress off. I loved the looks on the guy’s faces as they watched.

After the strip tease I excused myself to get a glass of water. I still am not sure what was discussed while I was gone, but when I got back my husband suggested I show Chuck our room. I gave him a questioning look, but still put my arm around Chuck and guided him down the hall to our room.
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From Married Friend To Knocked Up Lover

When I first met Emily I have to admit that I thought about sliding my cock inside her married pussy. She is a 5′ 5″, short haired redhead, 31 years old with blue eyes and milk white skin. She is soft featured with very nice curves. She possesses a polished professional look with a soccer mom sensibility.

I decided early on that I would behave since she had a young son and enough issues with her marriage. In fairly short order we became good friends. We regularly talked and exchanged e-mail. I offered advice and an ear when she shared her family troubles.

We had been friends for more than six months exchanging nothing more than a hug.

One evening while texting her comments and questions turned to sexual nature. I entered this conversation cautiously at first but was soon texting her explicitly with what I wanted to do to her.

I heard a knock on my door. I was shocked when I opened the door and Emily stood before me.

She moved towards me, embraced me and whispered in my ear “do u want to fuck me?”

My cock was already throbbing from our texts and I emphatically answered “yes!”

She told me that she had never cheated on her husband before and implored me “please make it worth it!”

Quickly closing the door I assured Emily “you won’t be disappointed.”

I immediately began to kiss Emily deeply exploring her mouth.

When we broke from the kiss she said to me “your bed”.

I took her hand and led her into my bedroom. I pushed her down on the bed, climbed over top of her and began to kiss her again. I licked and sucked on her ears and neck. Emily began to lightly moan as I explored her with my tongue.

I pulled at her shirt prompting her to remove it. Once off I saw more of her glorious white skin contrasted by her black lacy bra.

I continued with her neck and shoulders while sliding my fingers under her bra cups gently squeezing her erect nipples.

I reached under her and popped the hook on her bra. She got the idea and pulled her bra off casting it to the floor.

Her creamy ample breasts are adorned with big red nipples. I immediately took both breasts in my hands and began to caress them. My mouth was drawn to her luscious nipples. I took one of her sanguine nipples in my mouth and began to suck. Emily devilishly smiled. I took my time and thoroughly enjoyed Emily’s tits.

My tongue began to wander south as I gently licked and nibbled on her belly. I started to unfasten her jeans. I stood and tugged at the pant legs pulling free her jeans to the floor. I was blessed to see even more of Emily’s milky flesh again contrasted by her lacy black panties.

I placed a pillow underneath Emily’s lower back. I spread her legs and began to lick her creamy inner thighs. I could smell the musk of Emily’s pussy and see that her panties were moist. I gently caressed her through her panties as my nose filled with the glorious aroma of her sex. My cock throbbed!

I stood again closing her legs and pulling her panties from her. Once free of her panties Emily spread her legs exposing her beautiful bare crimson pussy. My cock twitched as I beheld Emily’s big juicy labia and absolutely huge clit. I hungrily dove in as my cock pulsated.

As soon as I took the first taste of Emily she encouraged me “oh yes… lick me!”

I explored Emily taking her lips in my mouth, running my tongue under her fat swollen clit, pushing my tongue inside her cunt and licking her pretty little ass. I thoroughly sampled her flesh.

I moved back to Emily’s fat clit. I pulled back her clit hood with my left hand and began to gently lick. Emily immediately moaned as she placed a hand on my head. I placed two fingers of my right hand at the opening of her fuck hole and easily slid them inside her hot wet cunt.

I continued to tease Emily’s clit and finger fuck her pussy. I could hear her breathing change and her moans grow louder. She, now with both hands, took handfuls of my hair and began to grind her clit into my mouth.

She, through a panting labored voice, said to me “you’re gonna make me cum!”

Emily’s body tensed up. She let out a deafening moan as her little body shuddered in orgasmic waves.

She pulled me away from her clit muttering “too sensitive, too sensitive”.

After a brief pause she smiled at me ear to ear and ordered “on your back… I want you inside me!”

I quickly obliged rolling to my back with my cock pointed sky ward. She shakily straddled me grabbing a hold of my cock. The head of my cock was soaked with precum. Emily rubbed me on her folds of flesh before positioning her hole above my cock. She began to push down. Her wet cunt quickly acquiesced to my girth. Emily gasped as she took my length.

So many thoughts swirled through my head at this moment. I thought about how good her fat labia looked enveloping my cock. I thought about how good it felt to be inside of her. I thought about how lucky I was to have a hot redhead riding my cock. Then as she placed her hands on my chest I saw her wedding ring. I thought about the taboo I had just broken about having my bare cock inside another man’s wife.

Emily went from taking full strokes on my cock to rocking on me while grinding her clit. Her breathing began to hasten. I took hold of her hands in mine. Feeling her wedding ring again reminded me I was violating married pussy. The thought made my cock throb even harder inside Emily.

I asked Emily “are you gonna cum on my cock?”

She replied “oh yes I am”.

She was frantically grinding on me as I told her “you’re my fuck slut and you need to cream my cock!”

Emily let out another deafening moan as her body trembled. I could feel the walls of her pussy contracting around my cock. Her already wet pussy began to flow as I felt her juices dribbling down on my balls.

After a brief cool down Emily began to ride me with full strokes again. My bare cock was completely coated with her juices. I could see her wetness glistening on my shaft as her folds of woman flesh rose along my length.

I nearly exploded inside her when she told me “I want to make you cum, cum inside me… inside my pussy!”

The thought of inseminating another man’s wife thrilled me. This was a taboo I wanted to break but Emily had told me on several occasions that she was not on the pill.

I delayed by saying “so u think just ’cause you’re a hot little redheaded fuck slut you’re gonna make me cum quick? I wanna keep you on my cock for a long time! You’re gonna have to work for it!”

She growled at me “I’m gonna make you cum with my pussy!” as she pounded me harder and faster.

While it was true that I wanted Emily to ride my cock forever I was very close to cumming.

Emily is so fucking hot and her pussy was sending me into absolute ecstasy.

“Oh no” I thought, “I can’t hold back any longer!”

My muscles began to tighten. Emily recognized that I was about to pop and she said “give me all of your hot cum!”

At that moment my cock began to spasm. I briefly panicked thinking “oh no! I’m cumming inside Emily’s unprotected and married pussy!”

I jetted off bursts of hot sticky cum inside Emily. She took my cock balls deep and rocked on me. Emily was giving me the most intense orgasm of my life!

When my orgasm had subsided Emily, with my half hard cock still inside of her, began to kiss me deeply.

She then whispered in my ear “I want you to fuck me again”.

I thought “well the damage is done”.

She moved away from me allowing for my glazed cock to fall from her cum dripping pussy. She took my cock in her left hand and my balls in her right.

Emily began to stroke and massage me as she said “you’re still pretty hard. I bet you could fuck me right now. I’ll get u rock hard first though”.

I again was reminded of her wedding vows as I felt her ring on my cock. I looked down at her stroking me and saw that my cum was on her wedding ring.

I thought “what an appropriate metaphor for what I just did to Emily”.

Emily went from stroking me to sucking me. She lapped up every bit of our juices from my cock and balls. In the process she returned me to fully erect.

At this point my lust for Emily had superseded all other concerns.

When she was satisfied that I was firm enough she moved up and began to kiss me deeply. I could taste our sex on her lips. My cock throbbed.

She stopped to ask me “do you like how our juices taste mixed together?”

My cock pulsated again at the question. I responded “oh yes! In fact I must have your clit in my mouth again!”

Emily smiled and rolled over placing a pillow under her lower back. She spread her legs and I saw my cum seeping from her engorged red pussy. I eagerly took her glazed clit in my mouth. I licked her up and down from ass to clit. My cock twitched with anticipation of sliding inside her pussy again. Finally I could wait no longer and I brought the head of my cock to the opening of her cunt.

I asked Emily “are you ready?”

She responded by grabbing my ass, pulling me inside her and saying “just give me your cock!”

As I entered Emily my cock displaced even more of my cum.

As I fucked Emily she demanded “harder… faster”.

I looked into Emily’s pretty blue eyes as I took a hold of the head board and railed her. I pounded Emily for a long time. Crashing into her was beginning to hurt but we were so caught up in passion neither of us cared. I was thoroughly using Emily’s married pussy. I could feel my orgasm nearing.

I warned Emily “I’m gonna cum inside of you again!”

Emily feverishly responded “give it to me deep!”

I obliged as I pulled myself deep inside of Emily leveraging myself with the head board. I exploded deep inside Emily again. Wave after wave of my seed flooding her flesh. I was sure I coated her cervix! I collapsed only then realizing then that sweat was gripping from me, my heart was racing and I was out of breath!

I asked Emily “was it worth it?”

She in a sultry voice responded “I had no idea it could ever be that good!”

Emily and I got cleaned up and dressed. She said she really had to be going and hoped I understood why.

I walked her to her car where after a kiss and a hug she whispered in my ear “thank you”.

As she drove off I thought “I am sending Emily back to her husband bare backed, creamed, and with my cum seeping from her pussy… I wonder if I got her pregnant?”

Katie At The Strip Club

My wife Katie and her friends had made few trips to the male strip club over the years. Once for a 40th birthday party, once for a bachelorette party and stuff like that. I usually would stay up and wait for her and we would fuck like rabbits when she got home. With this not being a regular occurrence, I never really thought anything of it, other than our fuck sessions were usually a little more aggressive.

One of her best friends got promoted at her work and was getting transferred to another state. Just so happened that the strip club had some special all male show coming up, so the girls planned their only gig this year. As there were prepping and planning I would hear them giggle and say things that I couldn’t hear. They must have been remembering some previous trips as they seemed a little extra excited with this one.

A couple days later, some of the girls and husbands came over for the Sunday football games. We guys got to talking about the girls upcoming trip and I said that I wouldn’t mind being a fly on the wall at the club on strip night.

Dan turned and said “All you have to do is call and tell them you want the husband special.”

“The husband special? What’s that?” I asked.

“Well, if you want to be a fly on the wall, that’s almost what you’ll be.” One of them replied.

“Trust me; YOU will get more for your money than THEY will. Just be prepared because some things you see may surprise you.”

They both laughed and I wondered what that meant but was afraid to ask. My mind roamed trying to think of what I might see, but I guess I will just have to give it a shot and find out first hand. Strip night came up very fast and Katie was busy getting dressed and prepped. She did not wear anything special, just some tight jeans and a v-neck pull over sweater. Sure the sweater was a little tight, but that’s the kind of stuff she wore all the time.

The girls all met at our house and left for the club. Katie volunteered to be the designated driver as she was not planning to drink that night. All the girls looked very hot, and have a broad array of outfits. They are all wearing sexy tight stuff and my eyes are enjoying the sight. (more…)

The Massage

I have been hinting around to Julie my wife, that I would like to see another man, massaging her and playing with her body as I watched.

I finally asked her one night as we were laying in bed, “Would you like to get an erotic massage from another man as I watch?”.

Julie hesitantly said, ” Yes.”

I casually mentioned one day at work with a co-worker that we were looking for a masseuse to give my wife a massage. My co-worker said that he knew of one he and his wife use from time to time, and that he satisfies his wife in every way imaginable.

I called the masseuse one day, talked with him for several minutes and decided to make an appointment with him to give my wife Julie a erotic massage.

One night while Julie and I were in bed I told her, ” I had found someone to give her a massage and I think that you will enjoy it.” I told her, “I have him scheduled to give you a massage on Saturday night.”

Julie said, “Are you sure about this?”

I said, “Yes I am , I have talked with him and he seems like a nice guy.”

Saturday finally arrived. I could tell that Julie was excited.

She kept asking me,” What he was like?”

I kept telling her, “It’s a surprise.”

I took my wife out to our favorite Italian restaurant, and we both had her have a few drinks with our meal. I had arranged it to where this masseuse that I had found would come over to our house after we got back from our night out on the town.

Julie and I came home from our night out, it was about 7:00pm. We both took a hot shower and waited for him to arrive. After 20 minutes we heard a knock at the door. I answered the door.

Julie called from the bedroom , “Come here would you please?”

I asked Scott to come in, and excused myself and went to see what Julie wanted.

Julie said “I would like it much better if I had massage in the soft bed rather than the hard massage table that he has brought.”

I told Scott, “Julie would prefer her massage on the bed rather than his table.”

Scott said, “No problem, I several clients that like to be massaged on the bed rather than the table.”

Julie excused herself to the bathroom before Scott could see her. Scott went into the bedroom and spread a blanket on the bed and told me to get Julie ready for her massage by having her remove all her clothing, and to have her lie face down on the bed .

Scott excused himself to the kitchen to get his oils that he had brought warmed up.

Julie emerged from the bathroom looking nervous.

I told Julie, “There is nothing to worry about. I had checked this guy out and he is not any threat.” It seemed to put her mind at ease.

Once in the bedroom, I helped Julie out of her robe and had her lay on the bed cross ways so that Scott could get to her body better. Julie had really gotten a little to tipsy from the drinks that she had earlier, but was ok.

I said ” I am going to help with your massage tonight, so just relax and enjoy your massage.”
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The Swimsuit

Heather felt very sexy as she walked onto the stage. She knew how the swimsuit flattered her small figure. The black maillot with its thin straps highlighted her svelte figure. She looked good. She knew she looked good, and the smiling faces of the audience validated her feeling. Men and women found her attractive. She took her position by the auctioneer and smiled.

“Heather is wearing a black, Lycra maillot,” the auctioneer said. “You can see how it fits a fine figure. Who will start the bidding?”

When Marsha asked Heather to be part of the charity swimsuit auction, Heather had been reluctant. She wasn’t a professional model, and although she kept in shape she wasn’t sure of herself. She didn’t think she had the confidence to pull off the auction. When she saw the room filled with women and a few men, her heart beat fast. What if they didn’t like her? What if they didn’t like her figure? What if she tripped or something? Could she make herself smile and parade like a real model? If Marsha hadn’t bolstered Heather’s ego just before she took the stage, Heather might have walked out.

Instead, she stood by the auctioneer, and she felt good about herself. No, she wasn’t the most gorgeous woman in the auction, but she was far from the least attractive. Her petite figure and long, dark hair made a nice picture for the bidders.

“Fifty dollars,” a woman said.

Heather smiled.

“Sixty,” another voice cried.

“Seventy.”

“Eighty.”

Heather beamed. When she took the stage, she thought $50 would be more than adequate, and here they were at $90 and climbing. She couldn’t believe a swimsuit auction could make her feel so desirable.

He stood up. He was tall with dark hair and dark eyes, and a smile pranced across his handsome face. Nice shoulders, slim hips, he presented a nice package. He smiled at Heather and nodded.

“One thousand dollars,” the man said.

The room noise died. Everyone turned and stared. The auctioneer gaped. The man smiled at Heather, locking eyes with her, and she knew something about him sang to her. What? What connection was there? She could feel something, a sort of tug at her soul, a bond. What?! He looked neither left nor right but only at her. Heather’s heart seemed to flutter. Why was he looking at her that way? She felt a little weak, as if some energy had been siphoned off by his stare. God, what kind of man was he?

“One t…thousand once,” the auctioneer said. “One thousand twice….sold!” The gavel smacked the podium.

For a moment, Heather couldn’t move. She was mesmerized by his face, his eyes, his power. She could almost feel his will lock onto her, his purpose inundate her like some huge psychic wave. WHAT?! A voice seemed to whisper inside her brain, but she couldn’t make out the words. She could almost hear them…soft, breathy words, words of need and yearning. If she could listen…

“Thank you, Heather,” the auctioneer said.

Heather broke eye contact with the strange bidder, and the whispers faded. With a last glance at him, she skipped off the stage.

Heather had changed into jeans and sweater and was sipping a Coke when she tried to examine what had happened on stage. What had happened? She remembered a warm glow deep inside and the whispers in her brain, and a feeling of desire and fear snaking through her body. It was the eeriest feeling she had ever experienced, and yet it was completely pleasurable. She liked that feeling. She liked how her smile brightened and her mind sought to meld with that feeling. What was it? She couldn’t say. It was as if some probe had found a special region of her brain and stimulated her best and deepest feelings, feelings she wasn’t even aware she possessed. How? Heather wondered and at the same time missed those feelings. She felt she had discovered some wonderful secret place and now couldn’t remember how to find it. How?

“You were the hit of the auction.” Marsha broke Heather’s reverie.

“Not me, him,” Heather answered.

“Someone you know?”

“Not that lucky,” Heather said.

“I’d like to know him.” Marsha rolled her eyes. “One thousand for a swimsuit? and he looks that good? Yeah, I’d really like to know him.”

“Maybe you can.”

Heather turned with Marsha. The man who bought Heather’s suit smiled at them.

“I’m Dirk,” he said confidently. “I bought your suit.”
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Stripper Spice

My wife and I have been married for almost three years. We live in the suburbs of a big city so we are not sheltered from the goings on of the clubs and night scenes. A thirty-minute drive will lead you to whatever excitement you are looking for. We met in college and fell in love right away. We got married right after graduation.

Kelly had a few experiences with guys, but since we dated for almost two years, it was safe to say that I was pretty much the only guy she knew intimately. Kelly was very conservative, almost painfully shy. She was a knockout though. She was tall and slim with very nice breasts. She weighed about 115 lbs, blonde hair, and blue eyes. She was the typical all American girl. She had a great sense of humor and we got along great.

Although the sex was good, I longed for Kelly to be a little more adventuresome in bed. She shied away when I tried to introduce porn or sex toys. I wanted more than the typical missionary position ho hum sex life than we were engaged in. I wanted some spice. I needed to keep things lively. Little did I know that things were about to take a 180-degree turn for the better.

One of Kelly’s friends from college got engaged and asked Kelly to be her maid of honor. Of course Kelly didn’t hesitate to agree. They spent the next couple of weeks doing what it is women do when the start planning a wedding. I tried to stay out of it as much as possible. One day Kelly came told me she was having difficulty deciding what to do for Kelly’s bachelorette party. I made a few suggestions, but Kelly seemed to think they weren’t wild enough for her friend Michelle. Kelly really wanted to show Michelle a good time on her last night of freedom.

“Why don’t you guys head into the city to one of the strip clubs? You can’t go wrong with a strip club,” I said.

“I don’t know Jim. I’ve never been to one of those places and I don’t think I would be comfortable at one.”

“What do you mean,” I asked.

“Well I just don’t know. Do they get totally..you know…naked?”

I couldn’t help but laugh. Kelly was so naive. You could tell the subject was embarrassing her.

“Of course they do. Why do you think the call it a strip club? It’s not like you haven’t seen a man naked before. What are you scared of?”

“Well what if one of them tries something? I mean what if they try to rape us or something?”

Again I laughed, “Kelly they have security there, and besides no touching is allowed. You will be completely safe. Trust me.” Although hesitant, Kelly agreed that is what they would do for Michelle. She acted like the thought of going to a strip club disgusted her. I, on the other hand was hoping she would enjoy it. Maybe this would be the outlet I was looking for to loosen her up in bed a little bit. It could backfire on me though and send her further in the other direction.

The girls set the date for two nights before the wedding. Kelly and her friends met up at our house and headed off for their big night.

“I won’t be home too late honey. I promise,” Kelly said as she kissed me goodnight.

“Don’t worry. Just have a good time and be safe. Don’t drink and drive.”

“I won’t. Mandy is driving us tonight anyway. You sure you don’t have a problem with where we’re going?” she asked as she looked to me as if I was going to try and stop her. She wasn’t going to get out of it that easy.

“Of course not Kelly. Why would I get upset about something like that? It’s not like I haven’t been to strip clubs before.” Oh shit. Did I say that out loud?

“Oh really? I guess we’ll have to discuss that when I get home. I’ll see you later.”

I don’t know how I was supposed to feel about my conservative wife going out to experience men in the nude for the first time, but I knew it was causing a stir in my pants. I went to the room and had a quick wank session thinking about my wife surrounded by some young studs with the tools swinging at her. I couldn’t get the image of my wife stuffing dollar bills in some guy’s thong while she admired his package out of my mind.

It was close to 2 am when I heard the car pull up in the driveway. Kelly and her friends made a lot of noise when they came in and were obviously very loaded. I heard them giggling as they talked about there night out on the town. Some of the more boisterous girls were talking graphically about certain guys they had seen at the club. The made comments about how big of a bulge certain guys had in their thongs, and how they would like to see their packages in the flesh. Some even made the comments about how they’d like to grab the guys and see how big they were hard. Almost all of them compared the men to their husbands and made remarks on how much bigger these guys must be than what they had at home. I just heard Kelly giggle along with the rest of them.

Kelly slipped into be about an hour later. I could tell she was very tanked.

“Jim. Are you awake?”

“Yeah,” I replied. “Did you guys have a good time?”

“Yeah it was kind of fun. Some of the girls sure made fools out of themselves. You should have heard some of the cat calls they were giving those guys.”

“Well what about you. Did you see anything you liked?”

“Oh hush Jim. You know I just went along with Michelle because I’m her maid of honor. I actually thought it was quite funny seeing those guys dance around in their little thongs. I did have fun though.”

Kelly reached over and started rubbing my crotch. My dick was getting hard instantly. Kelly was wild by her standards tonight. I usually had to initiate any sex. It was almost unheard of for her to start with me like she was tonight; I could tell that her night out had made her quite horny. We made love like never before that night.

“Oh yeah Jim fuck me. Fuck me with that lovely cock of yours,” she screamed.
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