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Month: December 2014

Barb On The Beach

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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The Lap Dance

“I’m off to work!”

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

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

But on with the tale….

Where was I? OH!………

“Make me a lot of money.”

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

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

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

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

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

“I know, but I’m so good at it.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Anyway, onto the story…..

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

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

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

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

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