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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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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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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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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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Its Good To Be The Boss

Owning your own business has it’s downsides, sure. Bills, resposibilty, there’s no real stability and a hell of a lot of pressure, of course it does have perks as well. You can make your own hours and you don’t really answer to anyone but the government I suppose. And you have employees to do the shitty work for you. Being the boss can be fun, but much of the time there are hard decisions you have to make. That’s what this story is about and I swear to god it’s true!

Michelle had been working for me for a couple months in the store. We sell music and this is a pretty laid back job and what many would consider a great place to work. She was actually an animator just between jobs and I only hired her to be nice to her boyfriend. He was a regular and we talked alot in the store. I didn’t particularly care for him, but I liked his money and always enjoyed when he brought Michelle with him. It’s not that she was so hot or anything, but she was pretty cute and she had a couple things going for her. The first thing was her height. I’m not into short girls or anything, but she was maybe 5’3″ and I have to tell you, double d’s look fucking huge on a girl that short! Maybe they were just d’s and not double, but on her they just looked so fucking big and delicious. The other thing she had going for her was her attitude. She wasn’t rude or anything, but she always had a bored look on her face, like a bitch that thinks she’s too cool for everyone. Truth be told, she was pretty fucking cool. She liked all the same music that we liked and she wasn’t one of those girly girls that can’t hang out or look like they spend an hour on their makeup. She just had a bit of a “fuck you” face. I didn’t care. Instead of talking to her jerkoff boyfriend, I would just try to sneak a peak at her cleavage whenever she wore a low cut top. I suppose another bonus she had working for her was her ethnicity. I don’t know what she was, but she was most likely white and part Spanish or Philipino or Thai. Kind of like Jessica Alba, but let’s be real, she was no Alba. She often had dark cirlces under her eyes like she didn’t get enough sleep and she was nowhere near as fit as Jessica Alba. She had some weight on her. Not that you would say she’s fat, but you wouldn’t think she was thin and whatever fat she had, you knew it was just adding to her melons.

So I hired her to work the till and do some sales for a while. Cute girls behind the counter never hurt sales. But after a few months I was through. She was terrible! She had no energy and she didn’t like helping customers at all, so she was very slow in dealing with them and she gave half hearted smiles that were totally see through. Sales went down on her shifts and truth be told, I didn’t care how big her tits were, I would have fired her within the first 30 days when this all became apparant except about a week after hiring her her boyfriend and I were talkign about girls and fucking when he tells me about her. How she likes it rough in the ass and how deep she can throat a cock! So that held me off for the next couple of weeks. Everytime I saw her slacking on the job I just started thinking about her taking it balls deep in her ass or between those full lips of hers. I couldn’t get it out of my head.

I wouldn’t say we became friends, but we definitely talked more without her boyfriend there all day. She seemed sweet enough, but between all the words she actually said, all I could hear her say was, “Fuck my ass harder!” I even felt the slightest hint of attraction between us. Nothing Hollywood or cliche, but just the moments during a conversation when you look into each other’s eyes and within a laugh or pause you feel a little vulneraility on her part. Before flirting. A slight acknowledgement of sexual chemistry that is never said or acted upon.

But I couldn’t put it off any longer. She had to be let go. She wasn’t even watching the floor for shoplifters anymore! And it cost me more to have her on than she made on her shifts. I was actually losing money! So I waited for the end of her shift one night and decided to break the news. I was sure it come as a shock since I never led on that this coming or that I was dissapointed. We had just had a boxset worth over $150 get stolen on her shift today and it wasn’t the first time. So I was pretty pissed off.

She came into the back room after closing and I asked her to sit down.

“I have to let you go. I’m sorry, this just isn’t working out.” I was cold. I had to be, this is what you do as an employer.

She was calm and I guess I would say shocked but it never really showed on her bitch face.

“Really?” She said.

“It can’t be a complete surprise, Michelle. Come on! You don’t even try to look like you’re working anymore! You have a shitty attitude and you don’t bring anything to the store to make you an asset!” I usually shut people down hard when I have to fire someone and they want to argue with me.

She was pissed now. “I guess it just doesn’t feel that way when your boss stares at your tits everyday!”

Oops! I guess I wasn’t as slick as I thought. This was trouble. We’d stepped off the path of legal employment standards and were now on our way to sexual harrassment!
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Tigers Eye

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Wild Wife Tina

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

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

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

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

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

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

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50 Pounds a Time

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Come on. Tell me. ”

“Promise you won’t get mad?”

“Yeah, yeah. I promise. Just tell me. ”
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Freshmen and My Wife

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A few days ago I ran across an old College Textbook from many decades back and it made me remember a few days during the spring semester of my junior year at a to be UN-named liberal arts college.

The time was the early 1970’s roughly the time period from just after Woodstock, to just before Watergate. Drugs were plentiful, aids was unknown, and girls hardly ever wore bras and everyone was exploring every aspect of life you could think of exploring. While there were no official coed dorms, there were certainly boys and girls living together and it was not hard to find a party every Friday or Saturday night where it was pretty darn easy to end up with some sweet young thing and to go to either her room, or in my case, since I didn’t share a dorm room, back to mine. This was my usual mod us operand i.

Since the beginning of the academic year I had taken Mandarin Chinese along with my general load of Asian History courses, my minor and liberal arts classes. The Mandarin Chinese class consisted of meeting with the professor in his on campus apartment 3 times a week for roughly an hour each Monday, Wednesday and Friday, and then a general lab in the library where we listened to Mandarin tapes. This could be done at our convenience. There were three of us in the class, Vickie, Sydney and myself. The Professor was nearly blind and I had actually traveled with him briefly one summer in both Hong Kong and Japan. This was before it was really possible for an American to go to what we then called Red China.

On Monday of the week before Easter, at our regular afternoon class, I was rather surprised that Vickie and Sydney, both wore short dresses. The usual attire at the school for those of the female persuasion, was a shirt or top of some kind, pants or shorts and almost always hiking boots of some kind. The school was known for its outdoor programs and emphasis, and it was near both great hiking and cross-country skiing and had a stable on campus as well.
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Stacey and the Bachelor Party

It was a Saturday night and my wife and I had just finished dinner at a nice restaurant. My wife had a couple of glasses of wine and she was feeling buzzed. I could tell she was feeling good because she had been flirting with the waiter.

We have been married seven years and every time she gets drunk, she gets very flirty. I really do not mind, since she is a very attractive thirty-year-old woman and I get off on the fact other men would like to fuck her. She is not bone thing like the supermodels, but she has curves in the places where it counts the most.

As we went out to the car, Stacey suggested we go over to a local strip club. When she suggested this, I knew I would probably have a night of wild sex. Every time we had ever gone to the club, she always got worked up getting lap dances from the strippers and watching me get a lap dances also. One of the reasons we liked this particular club was the private couples dance floor that really let us get down and dirty.

Since I am never opposed to seeing gorgeous naked women, I readily agreed to Stacey’s suggestion. I could feel a bulge in my pants thinking that maybe she would end up on stage again. The last time we were there, the stripper pulled her up on stage and completely disrobed my wife. Seeing the other guys drool at my wife’s naked body definitely got me hard that night.

As I looked over my wife, I knew a stripper would not have any problem getting her clothes off. She was wearing a plain white, three-quarter sleeve oxford shirt. She had it buttoned so that you could some cleavage, but not the lace push-up bra she was wearing underneath that pushed up her c-cup tits. Her khaki skirt went to just above her knee. Underneath I knew she was wearing the briefest of g-strings, which covered a beautiful bald pussy.

My anticipation of the club only grew in my mind. However, I was not expecting what eventually happened.
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You Are Invited

Tara Andrews muttered as she walked to her closet. What on earth was she going to wear? Dan, her husband, had received an invitation to an exclusive party held by his boss. These parties were known throughout town as ‘social events’ and a personal invite was a coveted treasure.

That still didn’t solve the problem of clothing. It had to be perfect. Tara wasn’t sure why she felt that way, but she did. And though excited about attending such a famed party, she couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that something was wrong. It was nothing she could put her finger on, just an unsettling sensation deep in her stomach.

In an attempt to rid herself of the feeling, she pulled the terrycloth towel off her head, allowing her wet dark hair to tumble down. Tiny rivers of water ran down her delicate shoulder blades to the small of her back. Her alabaster skin goose-bumped from the slight chill. With a toss of the towel knotted around her, Tara made her way to the closet for one last perusal.

She decided on red. The red slinky dress with the spaghetti straps which clung to her figure so nicely. It was elegant, dressy and had just a touch of sexiness. The mid-length hem would be appropriate while still showing off her well-toned legs. Confident in her selection, she finished her make-up and started on her hair. There was still forty minutes before they had to leave. A quick blow dry and a simple twist and she would be on time.

Exactly on schedule, Tara walked down the stairs to see Dan patiently waiting for her. His eyes shone bright as he watched her approach. Yes. She had made the right selection. Tonight would be a night to remember.

Tara sat in awe as they drove up the long driveway. The house that stood before them was vast in size and stature. This was not a house, but a mansion. Never had Tara seen anything like it. The whole front was done in a stone and brick design, interweaved perfectly to create an old English design. The front lawn and gardens surrounding the walk were immaculate. Flowers and shrubs of every variety detailed the curved entrance.
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Football Fun

Being in the military, I’ve met friends from all over and we often get into discussions about which football team is the best. My good friend Rick is a die-hard Chicago Bears fan and I’m a hard-core Oakland Raiders fan. We often give each other a hard time about how well our teams played that week.

This friendly competition progressed until we began putting a bet on each season. The guy whose team had the worse record had to buy $50 worth of football memorabilia for the winner.

For the last couple of years my Raiders, while not playing championship ball, were at least outplaying the Bears. This had earned me a lot of stuff, as well as bragging rights.

At the end of last season, I was over at his house, harassing him about another losing season while we drank beer and joked. His wife, also a Bears fan was getting a little tipsy and said that next year would be different; her team would win for sure. I asked her if she was looking to lose a bet along with her husband. She said she’d love to earn some free Bears stuff.

Joking with her, I said that her team sucked so bad that I already had all the Raiders stuff that was made, but that if she was interested, we could make the bet a little more interesting.

When she asked what I meant, I told her that if I won, she would have to wear nothing but Raiders stuff one night, and do whatever I said for that night. She thought about it for a moment and then agreed. She looked over at her husband for his permission and he smiled and said it was fine with him. The bet was on.

Fortunately, that was the season that the Raiders decided to show the league they knew how to play ball, while the Bears kept up their recent mediocre play. As the season wore down, I started getting everything together that I needed. When it was obvious that I had won I went over to their house to collect my prize.

Rick’s wife Sandy is a petite little brunette with a dynamite body. I’d always lusted after her in silence and envied Rick, but tonight I was going to do more than lust after her, that is, if I could actually get away with it.
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The Rich Party

This is a story about my wife, Leanne, and her best friend, Anna. Leanne, I should add, is a very well preserved 38 years of age, about 165 cms tall & 57 kilos. We have two children of school age. She exercises a lot, including weights, and has size 34b boobs with very responsive nipples on top of a perfect round bottom and a pussy that cums like a gusher when she is really turned on. She truly loves sex, but is surprisingly shy around people she does not know well until the alcohol has lubricated her inhibitions!

Her friend, Anna, is quite different. She is a divorced single mum in her mid?40s. She has bottle blonde hair to keep the grey and look fresh. She is quite buxomy (about size 38 tits), and a hot body – trim, taut tummy & tight bum. I had never fucked her, but geez if I could! She owns her own little place with no debt, working hard to pay it off and is quite independent. She has had several boyfriends in recent years, but in her words mostly likes to have “fun”.

Leanne & Anna go out together of a Friday night about once a month. They go to clubs, dancing and stuff. They regularly talk about sex, and Leanne often comes home with raunchy stories of what Anna has been up to. I do not think they have ever played up together of a Friday night, but they have got into some situations where they could have (like the time they went to the art show opening in a group of eight and were asked back to one of the guys’ apartment). Still, I can’t say I had ever felt Leanne’s pussy to be puffy and “used” on coming home – but she has sure as hell come home hot for a fuck at 11pm quite often!

Anyway, this story is about what I understood to be the first time my wife has “stepped outside” our marriage (after 12 years). Oh, we have talked about things a lot – I get very excited, as does she. But we never took the plunge ourselves. I registered us on websites, and all sorts of things, but we never got beyond sexy talk. Leanne likes all manner of straight sex, but has to be in the “right mood” to take my cock up her arse. It took Anna to do it and take us to the other side, with my consent of course. I can honestly we haven’t looked back, as you will see it was no ordinary act that occurred!
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Welcome To The Neighborhood

“Hold the elevator!” Called Brad, as he and his wife Sue raced along the empty corridor of their apartment bock. As the door began to close, he saw a small, slender hand hit the door open’ button on the control panel, and the door slide smoothly back with a quiet hum.

“Thanks” he said as he stepped aside, allowing Sue to enter first.

“No problem”

Brad looked at the owner of the voice. A young woman he had not seen in the building before. A petite frame, clothed in jeans and a baggy sweatshirt. Brad smiled at a pretty, heart shaped face framed by short, rather severe, brown hair. Brad saw that his wife had also noticed the woman and was also smiling sweetly at her. Brad had known that Sue was bisexual before they were married and that she had enjoyed several sexual liaisons since. He didn’t mind in the slightest, as long as she related her experiences to him later when they went to bed! The one thing that they had never yet managed to accomplish, was for Brad to watch his wife with another woman. Still, he lived in hope!

As the elevator came to a halt on the tenth floor, Brad and Sue let the young woman exit in front of them. Brad felt his arm being squeezed tightly as they followed her along the landing towards their apartment, and were both highly surprised to see her unlock the door to the apartment next to their own. It had been very obvious from the way that Sue first looked at the young woman, that there was an attraction there. Definite electricity, almost like an animal magnetism. As Brad and Sue entered their apartment, their hushed conversation was immediately concerning how Sue would approach the woman next door. Personally, Brad could not see the immediate attraction. He preferred to see women in attire similar to that which his wife habitually wore and that she wore then.

As Sue entered the kitchen to put the groceries that she was carrying away, Brad slipped up behind her circling his strong arms around her small waist. He put his face to her hair and inhaled the fresh scent.

“Mmmmmm, what are you after!” Sue commented with a small laugh

“Just you baby” He replied letting his hands drop to the front of her short leather skirt and lifting it slightly to reveal her smooth black stockings and matching suspender belt.

“I could see the way you were looking at our new neighbour. I know you too well. Was she making you just a little warm down here?

“Oh God …yes!” she whispered as her husbands insistent fingers found the front of her small lace panties.
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Super Sex Machine

Several years ago, I had just gotten out of my first marriage which had been a total loss; the girl, also her first marriage, nagged so much I almost couldn’t bring myself to have sex with her in spite of her natural good looks. I guess it’s true what they say, that “Looks aren’t everything.” As is usually the scenario, I started looking for new partners in the Bar Scene. One night, I was out on the town with a male friend of mine named Chuck. We went to a local country & western bar in the next town to see what we could find.

On entering the bar, there was a line of people on both sides of the hallway, as though both guys and girls were inspecting cattle at market. The last girl in the line was a somewhat homely looking gal with a huge set of knockers and a big wide, but well shaped ass. I remember thinking she resembled some sort of dog, the kind they say “…so ugly it’s cute”. Well, you know what they say happens to girls at closing time.

A couple of hours later, my friend Chuck comes over to the table with a drop-dead gorgous brunette and along with her was the dog-faced chick. Her name was Louise. She sat down next to me and we started to talk, I can’t remember about what. By this time, I had downed a few and I was easier to please than earlier in the evening, and the pickings had been pretty slim. It was obvious that Chuck was going to pair up with the Baby Doll, leaving the other one for me. I guess I rationalized that it was my duty to do this for Chuck, and it wouldn’t hurt me either. And besides, I was starting to get turned on by one of the biggest set of jugs that I had ever seen except in magazines.

I let my hand drop down into Louise’s lap, and eased it between her thighs, just to let her know where my mind was going. She squeezed her thighs against my hand, as if to indicate she liked having it there. In a few minutes, we had decided to go to Louise’s trailer just out of town, to drink some beer and party. After a quick beer stop, we arrived at Louise’s trailer; we had to climb in through the window, but I can’t remember why. Once inside, Louise brought me a beer and about halfway through it, she excused herself to make herself more comfortable. When she returned, she had on a long satin nightgown in a light yellow color. Nothing could have helped her face, but I must admit everything else about her was a turn-on. Everything that had anything to do with sex was bigger than what I was used to. Furthermore, she was not fat, just big. Her large physical features were all in proportion and gave her a bigger than life sexy mystique that turned me on even more every minute. Those tits must have been 44DD and I had never had my hands on anything like that until now, that is.
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Navy Blue

Sally McMichael was sitting in the back row half asleep, the affect of listening to Billy Goats, a high school, legend twenty-two years ago, babble on and on about his boring life. He talked about his playing days Upover High, his great football career and his baseball career and his tracking career. He went to deep conversation about drug abuse and how he could have been more the auto repair guy if he would never gotten involved with cocaine. The guy went from legend to after school special in a span of twenty-two years, unbelievable and boring as hell to listen too.

Sally was eighteen years and hadn’t attended a class in three days. She supposed the good Lord was punishing by sending Billy Goats to class the day she finally decided to show up. She was an eighteen year old girl tired of wasting her life in school because she knew she would never get out of it. She was an eighteen year old sophomore who got ten credits in four years of schooling. The only thing she had to show for her four wasted years was a navy blue skirt and a white dress up shirt witch was the school uniform. Oh, and black dress up shoes and million pairs of awful looking navy blue socks. Sally learned to love the uniform she hadn’t so much four years ago. She even wears it when there is no school. She thinks it makes her look sexier then most girls who wear next to nothing on the weekends.

She wasn’t wearing any panties under her navy blue skirt, nor was she wearing a bra under her white dress up shirt. The fabric of these shirts have always made her nipples hard and she liked it like that. All the guys who sat close to her could see her red nipples sticking out of the shirt, and sometimes, on days the teacher in front wasn’t paying attention, she would unbutton her shirt and give the guys a better look. She loved to show off her body. And Sally loved to be satisfied. Every now and then she would stick her pen or pencil inside her, just so she could feel the pleasure she yearned for during a long school day.

When Billy Goats was done talking the bell rang. The boring bastard wasted an entire class period, fifty minutes talking about his pathetic life. It was finally over though. Off to lunch and then one more class and then there was home and evening of sex and fun.
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Alabama Back Door Lover

As much as I love to get my pussy fucked, I adore getting screwed in the ass by my lover. The feeling of a stiff ten inches up my chute makes me perk, my asshole twitches and my mouth waters. My husband wouldn’t ever do that to me, so I had to find someone who would. I found David, the older brother of a friend of mine. I live with my husband and daughters in Northern Georgia; David lives in North Carolina and loves camping in the mountains.

Actually, it started quite by accident. David had stopped by to visit and my husband and I invited him to stay for dinner. Afterwards, my husband started drinking too much and by ten o’clock he was so wasted I put him to bed. David and I sat up, talking about the old neighborhood and our respective careers until after midnight.

He got up finally, saying he was tired. His pickup truck was in the driveway and he was going to sleep in the camper on the back of it. I got up and kissed him, probably with a little more feeling than just friendship. He was smiling and looked a bit surprised.

“Debbie, I wish you had kissed me like that years ago,” he said. He seemed a bit embarrassed.

“Why, David, did you have a crush on me?” He nodded. That’s when a wave of desire and affection, spurred by my husband’s shameful drunkenness overwhelmed me. I put my arms around his neck, pressed my body tightly to his, and rubbed my mound against his crotch. Again I kissed him, this time slipping my tongue between his easily parted lips and whipping it around inside his mouth. I felt movement in his crotch and pressed even harder against him.

“Let me look at that camper of yours,” I said. Even in the summers, nights in the Georgia mountain’s are cool, but I was so hot, I’m surprised steam wasn’t rising from my body as we walked outside. The full moon was bright and the only sounds were the whisper of the wind in the trees and the rush of water in the nearby stream. We got to the truck and I decided just to lay my cards on the table.

“David, how would you feel about fucking me in the ass?”
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Down Under Vacation

On a recent trip to Australia, my wife, Kristy and I spent some time sightseeing in Sydney.

One evening we were drinking in a bar, when a man got up on the stage and began dancing. He kept inviting women to come up and dance with him and finally one woman did. They did a very sexy dance and as they were dancing he began to undress her. First her blouse, then her bra and finally her skirt and panties – until she was totally nude except for her very high heels and stockings. She finally unzipped his pants and ended up on her knees giving him a blow job. It was very erotic.

On the way back to the hotel I teased Kristy saying she should have gotten up on stage and danced with him. I told her how I would have loved to see her with him. She looked at me like I was crazy, and replied that she didn’t think she would be able to do that.

“Sure you could,” I encouraged, “and I would love it.”

“Are you sure? Are you really sure you could handle that? I think you would be jealous.”

Was I sure? How would I react to her with another man? It had always been a secret fantasy but we’d never discussed it. Maybe now was a good time to discuss it with her in more detail. She seemed willing to talk so, during the cab ride I told her about my fantasy and she listened pensively. I was afraid she would be angry, but she just listened and smiled. Back in the room she was wild when we made love. She kept insisting on more and more and we made love several times during the night. Once, in the midst of her orgasm she whispered something about other cocks fucking her. We finally fell asleep with my cock still inside of her.

The first thing I knew the following morning was her mouth on my cock picking up where we had left off the night before. At breakfast we talked about it and she kept mentioning how sexy the show had been and asked me several times if I had really wanted her to go up on the stage and suck that guy. I assured her that it was a very strong fantasy for me to see her with another man. She just smiled and looked me in that cute little foxy way she has.

After breakfast we took a private tour of the city and our driver mentioned that a beach we were passing was a nude beach. We laughed about it, but he said it was a nice place and that it was perfectly safe to go there. Sometimes lovers went there but mostly it was people just wanting to be nude in the sunshine. Anyway, during the week it would be empty according to him. I suggested that we might go there and Kristy jumped at the idea. We had our driver stop while we purchased some large beach towels, oil and drinks and he dropped us off at the beach saying that we could call him from a nearby bar and he’d pick us up. He winked at us and said, “Have fun!”

As we walked down the beach toward the nude part I was feeling the excitement of the previous evening carried over, and I think Kristy was, too.
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Liquid Lisa

My girlfriend, Lisa and I began to experiment more and more with all types of anal sex, always with her being the recipient. I was never too keen with anything in my ass. We did a few home videos, but we were always too into the sex to tape it properly. I was always amazed at how she kept her pussy and ass hole completely shaved, not a nick of hair ever. One day she showed me that she learned a new trick. Completely unexpected, she walked into the living room butt naked and knelt onto the floor, ass up and facing me. Lisa’s ass hole was extremely wet already. Slowly, she slowly stuck one finger in her ass. Then another and another. Suddenly she had all four fingers in her wet and wide ass hole. The slowly she inserted her thumb and within seconds, her whole hand was up her ass hole. I have never seen this done, except in mostly European x-rated videos. I wished that I could share my girl’s new talent with the world. My dream would soon come true.

Even though it sounds cliche, but one evening, during the playoffs, myself and several of my male friends and a couple of my cousins were getting drunk and rowdy as the Knicks were losing. Lisa was supposed to be the party’s hostess, but she spent most of her time getting drunk off of champagne. She was walking around in one of my basketball team tank tops, which fit her so loosely, that when you looked at her from the side, her breasts were in full view. She was also wearing a pair of loose fitting ripped up jeans, that had holes in the crotch area and ass area, of course she wasn’t wearing any panties. She strutted around the room, wanting all eyes to be on her. I was turned on by her. I couldn’t tell what anyone else was thinking. No one really looked at her too much, I guess out of respect. Like a spoiled child, Lisa wanted all the attention, so she did something about it. Like a cliche scene from an x-rated movie, Lisa stands in front of the TV and without notice, takes off her shirt. She palms her breasts and says “Wouldn’t ya’ll rather look at these?” The guys are in shock, staring back at me, as if I had something to do with it.

“Answer her!” I shouted out.

All of the guys yell out “YES!” And off goes the TV and on goes the stereo.
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Kelly At the Gloryhole

I watched as Kelly walked half a block ahead of me, the short skirt moved teasingly in the evening breeze, bouncing back and forth, her light brown hair was swaying across her shoulders. I thought of her smooth shaven pussy, naked, being tickled by the occasional gust of wind, each of which threatened to expose her to passers-by. I remembered the look on the faces of those guys at the club when she pulled up her skirt to sit her naked behind on the sofa, exposing her entire thigh to them. I’d never seen such hopeless pool-playing. When her strap fell and exposed her right breast just oh-so-close to the nipple, I thought they’d die. I loved sitting at the bar, watching, knowing the show was really for me. That my exhibitionist little lover was creaming that sofa in front of a bunch of horny jocks just to have me want her more. Ah, love, the things we’ll do…

I caught up to her and took her arm. I was getting bored with this little parade. I gestured towards an alley, she knew what I wanted. With a smile a wink, she started skipping down the alley, flashing her naked ass and pussy as she went. Once we were far enough from the street she turned to me, pulling her skirt up past her cute little belly. Her legs were spread just slightly as she shrugged the straps from her shoulders exposing her perfect little breasts to the moonlight. Then, grinning, she turned and continued down the alley, neither dropping her skirt nor adjusting her straps until we were almost back into the street. Even then, she waited until she was back on the sidewalk before she pulled the straps up. Some people passing by caught a quick glimpse, but she hurried past them. We had another stop on our schedule…

The sex shop on Jamieson Street wasn’t your typical dark, dirty little place. The management keep everything well-lit and spotless, trying to encourage the couples trade over the lonely pervert crowd, so it wasn’t that unusual to see the two of us come in. Even when I bought the tokens for the “peep-show” booths, it didn’t raise any eyebrows. Couples often came in to see the vids in the booths, usually on a dare or as a drunken, post-clubbing lark. Kelly and I’d been here before and the staff were used to us. Kelly once had a glorious day trying on various kinky outfits in the middle of a Saturday afternoon, parading around topless, bottomless, and even virtually nude for the delighted patrons, including Cheryl, the vinyl-wearing babe with the jet-black hair and the pierced nipples (she’d shown them to us on several occasions, trying to tempt Kelly into getting hers done). Cheryl made it obvious how much she enjoyed dressing and undressing Kelly in the various schoolgirl, maid, naughty-nurse and whip-bitch outfits. We took several of them home, but not Cheryl. At least, not yet…
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The Train

As is my fancy when I am not dressed in jeans and a T- shirt, I enjoy dressing up. I like the 50’s look and I have a dark blue suit, jacket and full pleated skirt, with the hem a few inches above the knee. I usually wear stockings, the black sheer shiny type, suspenders (or as you call them garter belts) and quite high heels. My skimpy knickers are of satin, which make me feel really sexy especially since my pubic hair has grown quite thick and bushy since a long lost boyfriend persuaded me to shave it off.

I can feel it inside my knickers, fighting with the satin as I walk…it is almost arousing. I also wore a white brushed nylon blouse which hung and clung to my unsupported breasts which seem to acquire a motion of there own under it when walking…especially when wearing the four inch heels. I am a brunette and my long shoulder length hair I wound into a coil on the top of my head. I never wear too much make up, but enough to arouse interest and accentuate my full lips and large eyes.

Anyway hopefully now you can imagine me, as I tripped down to the station and caught the post rush hour train. It was a warm sunny spring day and I took no overcoat, just a brief case for my notes. The journey down was totally uneventful and I arrived at Seymour Hall and sat through the rather boring seminar.

Afterwards I went to a snack bar with some friends I met and we chatted, rather forgetting the time and by the time I left, it was the rush hour and I had forgotten how crowded London becomes at that time…really crowded and how people do it day after day…well it beats me. Anyway I was standing on the underground platform, what you call a sub-way, waiting for a train, together with what seemed the rest of the world, when I saw a man looking at me…In that way men do. To say our eyes met across a crowded station platform would be an exaggeration, but we did have that intense eye contact.
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