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My wife never did mind me going to strip clubs whenever I felt like it. She actually would tell me to go. One day I asked her why?

She said that when I come back home, I really put a good pounding to her.

I told her that the reason why is because I always imagine her dancing on the stage and doing private dances with guys in the back rooms of the strip club. She looked a little shocked but thrilled at the same time.

She said, “that she couldn’t do that…. that she wasn’t built good enough to be interesting to any of those guys.”

I told her, “are you crazy! You’re built a hell of a lot better then any of those strippers….that she has a huge set of all natural tits while they have fake boobs…. that she was built like a brick house with just enough meat on her bones for a guy to really put a nailing to her.”

She just laughed and blushed. We then went to bed and fucked or brains out better then in years while talking about her being a stripper. In the end I just told her to come to the strip joint and see for herself.

Since I was a regular costumer of the strip joint, I knew the owner and manager and most of the people that worked there.

I approached the manager and owner about my idea of getting my wife to strip at their club. Both of the guys were egar to help out saying, “that they were always looking for new talent”.
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“Rodney, Rodney, I won, I won!” It was my wife screaming into the phone so loud that I thought everyone at work could hear her. Not that it made much difference. We lived in a small town where everyone knows everyone and I worked at the family feed store with my brother and sister.

“I won a week in Las Vegas on that radio show! I was the ninth caller and I won us a vacation.”

Little did I know what a change that was going to make in our lives. We’d been married three years and had been sweethearts since the sixth grade. We had wanted to get married since we were fifteen but of course we had to wait until we were eighteen. As I said, we live in a small town and most decent folk are very conservative. It may be difficult for most of you to believe but the most we did before we were married was French kiss, and at that we thought we were courting eternal damnation.

After we were married the floodgates burst open so to speak. Our honeymoon was a camping / fishing trip for two weeks. Claire loves to fish as much as I do so we thought it would be great. The only pole that saw any use in those two weeks was my stiff rod. We fucked morning, noon and night. Claire just couldn’t get enough. I’d wake in the morning because she was sliding her pussy over my morning boner.
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The movers finished at about 3pm, leaving my wife and myself alone in our new house. We were both in the bedroom, trying to figure out what was wrong with how it was set up.

“It’s the queen size bed, it’s too small for this room,” Kelly said.

I nodded in agreement. “Yeah, it’s such a bigger room than in the last house.”

“Come on, let’s go pick out a King!” she said, grabbing my hand, and we were off to the furniture store.

We walked around the store for awhile until she found the bed set she wanted, and then went over to pick out a new mattress. She began hopping on the mattresses to try them, and it wasn’t long before one of the young salesman came over to help. His interest was plainly in my wife, who was wearing tight jeans and a tighter shirt, showing off a trim waist and a perfect pair of 32C breasts.

He said hi to us and immediately began talking to her, showing off some newer styles, and never taking his eyes off her body. I’m used to it, and I like men staring at her, and she’s well aware of the effect she has.
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Men often complain that their wives aren’t interested in sex, but my husband doesn’t complain at all — I’m the one with the complaint!

From early morning to late at night, my husband works as a heavy equipment salesman. He makes tons of money, but he never makes love to me except for a half-hearted effort on some weekends. What’s even worse, when he gets home at night he usually falls asleep on the couch. We never see a movie, go out to dinner, or even just go to the mall to get out of the house. Yes, if it wasn’t for the fact that he gives me and the kids all the money we need, life would be unbearable.

The worst thing, though, is that I really loved him before he began to think of nothing but work. I still do love him, and that’s why for 15 years I never thought of cheating on him. I always thought everything would be allright if he’d just think of me sometimes instead of how many bulldozers he can sell to the big account in Idaho! Anyway, when I told him I was getting bored and needed something to do during the day (he doesn’t want me to work; he says he makes more money than we could ever spend, and he might be right!), he said “Why don’t you go volunteer to work at the hospital. That should keep you busy!”

Although I don’t like the sight of blood, I responded to an ad in the paper looking for hospital volunteers. As I was given a tour of the hospital, the volunteer coordinator explained that I would basically help the nurses — make sure ice water bottles in rooms are filled, maybe push a patient around in a wheelchair, get newspapers for the patients, and so on. It didn’t sound too dificult, so I told them I would begin on Monday.

Since I’m just 36, I was easily the youngest volunteer in the hospital. Most of the daytime help consisted of retired gents, or elderly widows after the retired gents. Still, everyone pitched in and made themselves useful. After the first week, I was finding the work very rewarding and I looked forward to my four-hour shift three days a week! I was still frustrated by my husband’s lack of attention, but the volunteer work provided some outlet and relief from my physical cravings for sex.
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Good sexual things don’t normally happen to me. I mean, I got my fair share of sex, but you know, nothing wonderful. Never does anything sexual just fall into my lap (no pun intended). Never, that was, until a couple months ago.

One night I was working late in the management building back at school. I was just done finishing one of my papers and I ventured down into the basement for a snack from one of the machines. It was almost midnight and I thought the only people in the building were me and the old security guard at the front of the building who only ever left his seat to take a leak and make some coffee. As I walked down the pseudo-gloomy hallway of the basement, past the unused classrooms and the broom closets, I could hear this strange sound. In a way, it sounded like heavy breathing (which should have tipped me off), but it also sounded like some air vent or another has sprung a small leak. It was coming from down the end of the hallway where it took a turn and ended at a series of utility rooms. Naturally, I was curious as to the source of the sound because if it was something in one of those rooms, I felt obligated to check it out and go tell the guard, lest the building do something like explode and take my education with it. I strolled down the hallway, listening intently to the sound as it grew louder. As I neared the end of the hallway, there was also the undertone of a different sound…something that sounded wet. This second sound ceased when I was but a few feet away. I strode the final few steps and turned the corner. To say that I was shocked would be an understatement, but in retrospect, I really shouldn’t have been. If I had half a brain I should have expected what I saw.
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God, I can’t believe that I did it! And anyone who reads this I want to be the first to caution you against doing what I did. It will really screw you up at work, and even if you do have a moment of nastily wonderful excitement, what comes after probably isn’t worth it.

It happened one Saturday afternoon when my boss Phil and I were doing some overtime trying to finish up the cycle counts on the inventory at work. We’d had nothing but computer problems all week and had fallen way behind with the cycle count updates. By working all Saturday we would be able to catch up so that the inventory would be totally caught up on Monday.

I had been working since 8 o’clock that morning and for some reason my thoughts kept going back to the weekend before when my boyfriend Rob and I had spent the whole Saturday in bed having great sex. He’s such a stud and he always makes me crazy with lust when we decide to spend the day under the covers.

Rob had been away all week on a trip back east to visit his ailing father. And I couldn’t get the memory of his big stiff weenie out of my mind. I could envision it in all its glory; the way it looked when we’d start out, so huge and thick. Then after his first orgasm how slick it was, almost like it was made out of plastic. The way it looked when I got on top of him and started riding him like a rodeo cowgirl.
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Our company sent us to New York on business and we were both booked into the same hotel, but in separate rooms. Julie, my co-worker and I were going to give a presentation the next afternoon, then catch a red-eye flight back to the coast.

We checked in, finding our adjoining rooms on the 23rd floor of a large luxury hotel. We’d both been surprised when we were booked into this hotel, expecting more modest quarters.

The rooms weren’t lavish, quite the contrary, they were simple, efficient hotel rooms. In a word, dull. But the interconnecting door gave me some thoughts, and I hoped Julie was thinking the same thoughts.

We settled into our rooms and I’d just washed up a bit when there was a light knock on the door between our rooms. I opened it and Julie standing there. She suggested that we have an early dinner somewhere nearby and perhaps a drink, as this would be our only night in the big apple.

We dined at a small Italian place, with high prices and equally good food. Afterwards, we visited a small night spot and danced a bit, then decided to return to the hotel. It was still early, only about 8 o’clock when we walked down the hall towards our rooms.

Julie had overdone her drinking a bit and I was helping her down the hall. She wasn’t sloppy drunk, but she was just a little tipsy, laughing and giggling as we entered her room. She used the bathroom, while I entered my room through the connecting door and called the front desk to check for any messages (just in case the boss checked up on us).

Having no messages, I kicked off my shoes to get comfortable, and returned to Julie’s room. She was looking out the window and as I came into the room, she waved me over excitedly.

“Take a look over there!”
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About two months ago my girlfriend (Jennie) and I advertised in a swinger’s magazine for a well hung Black stud to have sex with.

You see Jennie and I have been in South Africa for several years now, having moved from London back in 1995. We’re somewhat gay, and general prefer girl sex to any other kind. But have we also have always had this fantasy about doing it with a well hung black man.

Well about two weeks ago we received an envelope with a picture of a young good looking, tall Black stud who had a 10 inch cock and wanted to join us in our fantasy.

We contacted him and arranged to meet at our place the following night. When he arrived I thought Jennie was going to cum write there on the spot. His name was Frank and he was better looking in person than in his photo. I wanted to jump his bone right then and there.
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During her time in college my wife who was in her early 40s often met in study groups with several other students. The groups were both male and female and most were also much younger. Often she would arrive home later than expected saying that they had just ran late. Then she started talking about one guy in her group that was driving a beautiful vintage Jag. She talked about how soft the leather seats were and how well the car rode and drove. Finally one night she said how she thought the owner would be really rough but she couldn’t believe how gentle he was. Still I never suspected anything.

Then the phone calls started. Often about 8:30-9:00 on weekends the phone would ring and she would answer. She never really said much, but I noticed she would discretely begin to massage her tummy then gradually slide her hand down into her pants. Even her orgasms were really discrete. When questioned she said it was her sister. Then one night it happened. I was watching another TV went to get a drink and as I approached she was laid back in the recliner phone to her ear PJ top pulled up exposing her breasts, legs draped over both chair arms exposing her pussy. She was using her middle finger to work her clit and easily working three fingers in and out of her drenched cunt. I could tell by her moans she was close to cumming so I stood there quietly. After she came, all she said was yes and bye.
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My name is Dan. I am a professional working at a large accounting firm in the Midwest. I had remained unmarried into my thirties partly because I didn’t want to give up the variety of different women that I bedded and partly because I couldn’t find a women that I was willing to wake up next to for the rest of my life.

I met Sharon at a party about two years ago, and was immediately captivated by her looks as well as her personality. We started dating and fell in love. Soon after, we got married. She was well worth the pains of being separated from my male friends and the bevy of beauties that we kept in tow.

Sharon is a living doll. She is petite at about 5′-2″ tall with full firm 36C breasts and a beautiful heart- shaped ass. Her face is beautiful with full lips and an impish smile framing perfect white teeth. She has large oval shaped green eyes that hypnotize me and most other straight men. She has long wavy black hair that shimmers in the light. At twenty-eight, she is six years younger than I am.

She had married right out of school to her high school sweetheart before she realized that he was a real idiot trying to screw everything with two legs and a skirt. She dumped him unceremoniously per her account. She is independent and very intelligent. She is a good and compassionate person and a great lover.

She becomes very aggressive in bed after a few drinks. Alcohol makes her loose all inhibition. It doesn’t take much considering her size. She likes to dance at the local nightspots. The drinks would flow and she usually attacked me when we got home. She isn’t into fellatio but she does it for me to keep me happy. She always spits my load in the sink and brushes her teeth afterwards.

She fucks like a mink, however, and rides me like a cowgirl on a bucking bronco until my balls are drained. She seems happy with my seven inches and lovemaking has been a nightly (and sometimes daily) event.

Gary and I had been friends for about the last ten years. We were inseparable before my marriage and kept a large group of ladies happy for many years. He worked in sales and transferred to Texas shortly before I met Sharon. Gary had always been a ladies man. He was good- looking and a little taller than I was. The women always chased him and he made it a point to not let any one of them get their hooks into him.
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If I didn’t know how good it was going to be I’d never be able to keep my dick hard for so long. Waiting in my neighbor’s bathroom for over an hour at a time is stressful, even if I wasn’t worried about the Bradley’s teenage daughter walking in on me.

You see I sneak over to the Bradley’s master bathroom every few mornings and strip naked to wait for Sue, Bob’s wife to come to me. It all started one 4th of July when my wife and I attended one of their barbeques. Sue was slightly drunk, just enough to let her habitations down but not so drunk that she didn’t know what she was doing.

Anyway, that was one hell of a barbeque. Before the hamburgers were done I’d fucked Sue so hard and fast that we’d both cum together. And yes it was in their master bathroom. It was the most exciting thing I’d ever done, sexually. To that point.

I still don’t know why Sue is the way she is, but I like it. She’s such a fucking slut, at least with me she is. And ever since that day she’ll call me in the mornings when she’s horny and good old Bob hasn’t been up to the task. I sneak over and through the poolside door that leads right into their master bathroom. It’s almost too easy.

So there I was sitting on the toilet seat, slowing massaging my dick in anticipation of what was to come, when the door handle begins to turn. Now this is always exciting because I never know if it’s going to be the moment that I’m caught naked in my neighbor’s house by one of the family members, other than Sue.
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It’s funny how things happen. You go for years thinking you know someone reasonably well and then right out of the blue, you get the biggest surprise of your life.

That’s just what happened with me at work and involved a colleague I’d known for about five years. She was okay in the looks department, but had a nice figure and also a mischievous side to her. I’d been working in the office for a couple of years, when she joined as an assistant to a colleague of mine. Our office was open plan, so at times we all spoke with each other. When Ann joined she was quite shy, but gradually came out of her shell. She was in her mid twenties and single but, shortly after joining us, started a steady relationship.

Initially she didn’t seem to like me that much. I gave her no reason to dislike me, but we just seemed to get off to a bad start. However, gradually she started to warm to me and my sense of humour, and we often had little chats about family and stuff outside of work. There was no attraction from my side, but I just liked talking to her as a friend. We also sat opposite each other quite a lot of the time, so would share small talk throughout the day.

She often ate her lunch in the office and, after being there about a year, she was eating yoghurt. I noticed a bit of the yoghurt dripping out of the side of her mouth and pointed it out to her. She smiled at me and very provocatively wiped it away with a finger before licking it off. I know that seems daft, but there was just something really horny about the way that she did this.

Maybe it was the glint in her eye, or maybe the naughty smile on her lips, but at that moment I got the impression that she was flirting a bit with me. Later, when we were alone in the office, I asked her if she often let things drip from her mouth. She replied, “No, I always swallow the lot, doesn’t everyone?” That little remark made me so horny and I said, “what else do you do, that I don’t know about?” She replied, “Ah, that’s for me to know and for you to find out.”
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I pulled into Benny’s driveway after planning a long weekend visit for several months. Hotrods being what they are, I wasn’t surprised to find him putting a new clutch in his car. Jumping out of my 32 Ford three window, he crawled out from under his Nomad. We shook hands while shouting hellos and talking too fast. Benny got married about a month ago.

His new wife Patty came out saying, “Hi there, Dick, Benny told me a lot about you.”

I got a hug and a kiss on the cheek. He made a good choice, Patty was cute.

Benny asked me, “Dick, would you mind driving Patty to work?”

I said, “No problem, happy to, when ya need to go?”

She answered, “About fifteen minutes should work fine. I like to get there early.”

I said, “Okay, but I need to use your bathroom.”

I went inside to pee and when I returned their conversation abruptly stopped. I figured that’s cool, they’re newlyweds. Probably screwing each other silly all the time. I was worried about staying and being a third wheel.

Patty said, “Gonna gab my bag, let’s go,” as she gave Benny a long, wet kiss goodbye.

I opened my car’s door and she climbed in. Working in a hospital, she had a nurse uniform. It was a white dress. Kinda hot I thought. I got a nice peek at her legs as she piled into my car. Patty is a pretty woman with great hips, a thin waist, but not really big up top. Not too small, just about right I guess. She looked up and caught me staring at her legs, but she just smiled. I closed the door, got in and started the car. We headed to her work.

Patty said, “Dick, you like my legs?”
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This was one of those times my Air Force husband was deployed for several months leaving me, his wife, to deal with my sexual frustrations. At the time my husband was a sergeant and assigned to a cargo aircraft crew deployed in some distant land.

A few days after my husband had deployed, by chance I saw his bosses wife (Major’s wife) in the Base Exchange and we chatted a few minutes. His wife Lori, asked if I would have lunch with her the next day and I accepted.

At lunch, Lori and I were chatting and she casually moved the discussion to sex. She was very blunt about it and wanted to know if I ever cheated on my husband. I sort of said, “Uuhhm, welllll, yes I guess I have.” I was thinking, wow, this woman gets right to the point and was wondering where this was going to lead.

Lori continued, “Me too. Isn’t it great to have some fun now and then? I bet you get lots of offers, as great looking as you are and all. Believe me I get my share. Are you with someone yet? Are you thinking about it? Tell me. I can keep a secret.”
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“How does this one look?” Kathy inquired as she posed in a yellow and blue bikini. It was the fourth bathing suit she’d tried on and she was becoming frustrated.

“It looks good, Honey,” I responded. “I like that one just as much as the others.”

“Oh, damn,” she sighed. “You’re missing the point! Everyone is going to be at that pool party—I have to look spectacular, not just good.”

It’s easy for Kathy to look good; at the time she was 23, but looked even younger with her long blonde hair, smoky blue-gray eyes and a firm 34C-23-33 figure that attracts stares everywhere she goes. At 5’2 103, she’s the kind of petite woman that men just seem to adore.

“Hmm, I wonder?” she pondered as she reached into the back of her drawer for yet another bikini. Walking into the dressing area of our bedroom, she slid off the blue and yellow bikini and started to put on the white one she’d just drawn from the drawer.

The new bikini bottom was a tiny thong that barely covered her shaved pussy and perfectly framed her taunt, tanned ass. The top piece struggled to contain her firm, plump tits and it looked like only a piece of string connected the two cups. It was the most reveling bikini I had ever seen and I was surprised she even owned it, let alone was contemplating wearing it to a pool party with our friends and co-workers

“Oh, yes!” She squealed excitedly, “This is the one! I had forgotten I had it, I only wore it a few times when I was in Mexico!”
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After a hard days work, Linda decided to pop into a local pub for a quick drink. She was in no hurry to get home, as her live-in lover Ian was away on business as usual. “Large G & T,” she said to the young barman, “plenty of rocks.”

“How’s business?”

“Business is fine,” she said, “home life is a bit boring though whilst hubby is away.”

“Ah, but think of all the money he’s earning, and I’m sure you can find something to occupy yourself with at home.” Linda had not failed to notice the two men halfway down the bar, they looked like builders, she had deliberately mentioned about her hubby being away, just to give them a hint if they were vaguely interested in her.

“Yes, Luke, I can always find something to occupy myself with.” She sat down at a table, and crossed her legs in such a way that the inner thigh of one leg was clearly visible if you were in the right place.

The builders, if that’s what they were, happened to be in the right place. Occasionally she would take a sip from her G&T, as she did so, she would glance across at the two men, admiring their ruggedness, their tattered jeans and their bottoms. God she loved firm tight buttocks. One of her many fantasies was to lick a mans bottom and play with his cock at the same time.
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My wife and I have a great relationship, both in and out of the bedroom, so a threesome never really entered my mind. Carley, my wife, and I were both virgins when we met. We both enjoyed sex, so after dating for two years and then seven years of marriage, there was little we hadn’t at least tried in the bedroom.

Carley is a beautiful woman. She is 5-3 and weighs in at about 110 pounds. She does not spend hours at the gym, but has a naturally slim body with beautiful C-cup breasts.

Having two children has only caused her to fill out a little more in the right places. Her breasts have only the slightest bit of sag after breast-feeding our two children, and her nipples are large and dark. It is still a powerful turn on for me just to watch her and think about the luscious body she has hidden under her clothes.

That is exactly what I was doing. We had gone to a nightclub on the beach that had a large deck outside. I was sitting on the deck, enjoying my drink, while I watched my wife make her way across the sand. Carley was wearing a pair of short shorts and a tight knit top that showed off a bit of cleavage. She had more on than most of the women on the beach; there were many bikinis and even a few thongs to look at, but my wife looked incredibly sexy as she strolled across the beach with her friend.

The guy sitting next to me, who I later learned was named Bob, struck up a conversation by saying, “Man, I would sure like to spend some quality time with that one.” I asked him which lady he was referring to and he pointed to my wife. I felt a flush of anger and then excitement when I realized he wanted to have sex with my wife. For some strange reason I decided to play along rather than tell him I was her husband.
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It has been awhile since I have had a really great sexual experience.

I do have a steady girlfriend but she is the type of girl who will have sex but does not like it that much. It is not my fault, she just has some motional problems and is not a very sexual person. Don’t get me wrong, she is an extremely beautiful girl with golden blonde hair and an amazingly fit body. She is also great to be with but sexually, she is very frustrating.

I have been with her for almost two years and have got to know her mother and 18 year old sister very well. In fact her sister, Jaime, says she is totally comfortable with me, like a brother. I know this is true because of the way she walks around the house in her swimsuit without caring that I am there. (Most girls are very self conscious of their body

at that age.) It is hard for me to be just as comfortable when she does this because her thong bikini is very revealing. This wouldn’t matter much if she didn’t have a gorgeous body. But she does. She is about 5’8″ and 115 pounds. She has the most perfect long blonde hair and amazing tanned legs. They are so long that I can imagine the way the would wrap around me. Of course she doesn’t help my sexual frustration when she wears the tiniest shorts that just barely show her lower butt cheeks. This girl has got to be perfect.
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I had stuck it out to my junior year in college, financially, but things had gotten tougher. On campus housing was not available, and so I had to find another place to live.

Despite having a half scholarship, student loans (I was so broke I qualified for everything!) and two part time jobs (I was a waitress at a college hang out and cashiered at a shoe store), I could not afford an apartment. I found a family that was renting out a room near campus. They live in a slightly run down area and were apparently just making ends meet themselves. But the price was right, $100.00 a month. I had to share a bathroom and eat on campus but it was livable. I figured I would be at school or work most of the time anyway so I would only be using it to sleep. The couple, Joe and Beth, were in there late thirties. They had two children, Joe Jr who was 16 and Gillian who was 14. Joe worked as a beer deliveryman and looked like he sampled his wares often (big gut). He was big (6′ 4″} all over and quite loud and cocky. Beth was in sharp contrast to her husband, small and frail looking almost anemic. She was quiet and meek always deferring to Joe. The kids fit much the same pattern with Joe Jr being a smaller replica of his father (loud and boisterous) and Gillian being slight and quiet. I must admit that Joe scared me little bit and it disturbed me the way Joe Jr. looked at me and seemed to hang around me a lot. The fall semester past and I did not have any troubles at the house. As I expected, I spent little time during the day there, usually leaving by eight in the morning and rarely returning before ten at night. I only seemed to see the family during the weekends between working my jobs. My troubles started in late December. With final exams, I had to cut back on my work. Because I was under so much stress with exams, I caught a flu bug that kept me in bed for two weeks after exams were finished. Then, one of my student loan grants was late so I had to pay the bill myself until the grant would arrive (it turned out it arrived the second week in February!). My meager resources had been stretched beyond the breaking point. I did not have enough money to buy books for my classes or to pay the rent. I talked with the Financial Aid office but they could not help me as I already had every loan and grant that I qualified for. I thought I might be able to get enough to pay for my books by getting an advance from my jobs. I would just have to get an extension on paying my rent. Joe was up that evening when I got home from the shoe store at 10:00 pm(He usually went to bed early as he had to start work at 5:00 AM but Thursday night was his bowling night).
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My friend Tom called to say that he had some military business to take care of in a town south of us and wanted to know if he could stop in on the way and spend the night with us before heading to his meeting.

I had always known that my wife thought Tom to be great looking and I thought, ‘Here’s my chance to take our sex-life a step further.’ I asked Tom when he was coming in and he said Wednesday about suppertime.

I got home on Wednesday to find my wife already home from work and waiting on me. Boy did she look great. She had fixed up her long brown hair, her make-up was perfect, and the sundress that she wore was short and showing off her deep dark tan. She had chosen not to wear a bra and her nipples where pressing though the fabric and with the top buttons undone a lot of cleavage was shown.

Tom arrived at the time that he said he would. My wife greeted him at the door and you could tell by his look that he liked what he saw. She gave him a big hug, welcome kiss and told him to go put his bags up, get cleaned up and we would head out to the river bar for some drinks and then supper. Tom did as instructed and we headed out to get into the car.

Tom opened the door for my wife to get into the car, and as she swung her legs Tom and I got a glimpse of her white g-string. Although he said nothing, I was sure from his smile that he saw the same thing that I did.
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It was hard keeping on top of the bills, when you’re a fighter, pay comes inconsistently and then you have training expenses and its hard to hold a regular job.

Mike was a well-muscled heavyweight, not a large heavyweight like most of the giants in the game. He was instead considered to be a small-heavy. At 186cm (6′ 2″) and 95 kg (209lbs) he was still a fair sized lad. He was quick to smile and stayed in shape even between fights. He did not have any grand aspirations as to being the world champ, but he did want to give his best in each of his fights.

He was still young at 20 and single. Mike’s other income came from working at a video store. Not much money, but it was at least consistent.

One night after coming home from training, his landlord stopped him in the hallway outside his apartment. A tall brunette in her mid-30s. She was attractive for her age, and you could tell from her face, and trim body that when she younger she was a definite head turner.

She smiled at him as he walked by, his gray singlet still soaked in sweat and his toned arms glistening in the hallway light. “Hey Mike, you know you’re behind on rent.” She was trying to be assertive yet friendly.

“Yes I know Ms. Phillips. I’ll be able to pay you tomorrow when I get paid.” He said smiling back at her. He was hoping that she had forgotten how late he was because he would need the money to pay his yearly gym membership.
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Amber stood under the shower head, washing her blonde hair as I watched the water roll off of her toned shoulders, down the small of her back and then over her perfect ass. Ever since we moved into our new house with its glass enclosed shower room, I have been treated to daily shower shows that have made the price of the house seem like a bargain. We’ve been married for three years, and while she was hot when we first met at 22, at 27 she is even hotter.

In our three years of marriage, we have had a great sex life and have begun dabbling in some light swinging over the past year. Amber has been very open to trying new things and I was lucky enough to watch her first experiences with another woman this past year. From watching her reaction to those experiences, I knew that she liked playing around with girls, but wasn’t sure if she would ever like it to the point that she would want to do it for her, not for me. Any doubt I had about her potential feelings for women would soon be erased.
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We had just been married a few weeks and one night after some hot and heavy fucking we began to talk about what really turned us on. I could not believe what my wife told me and I could instantly feel my cock rising with anticipation of what was to come.

My wife Lisa is 25 years old, 5 foot 8 inches tall with wavy blonde hair falling below her shoulders. She has a fantastic body. Her legs are long and thin, her ass is firm and tight and a great set of tits. She turns heads at the mall. I enjoy watching guys looking at her as we walk by. Look all you want guys, but I’m getting it regular! She enjoys it also. Lisa is a little of an exhibitionist. She likes to wear tight shorts and tee shirts with no bra. When her nipples get hard and stick out under the flimsy cotton guys start to trip over their tongues.

Sex with Lisa is great. She can be slow and sensuous or wild as a beast. Her specialty is blow jobs. She can suck a cock like no one else. Her throat is endless. My seven inches slides down her throat until she licks my balls with her tongue. My cock feels so good when she takes it all in her mouth and sucks on it. I love to cum deep in her mouth. She sucks all the cum from my rod and swallows it or sometimes she holds it and lets it drip from her lips onto her tits. It is wild to see cum dripping from her mouth. Read the rest of this erotic story

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If there was one thing my wife, Jill, liked it was a good fucking. She was a wonderful shag as well. However our sex life was pretty ordinary and not always happening. Once I was going there was no stopping my rampant cock from performing. Unfortunately my business life was pretty stressful and my cock did not always co-operate. Jill was slim, very attractive, with small tits but an arse to salivate over. She was size 8 and in great shape, even after 2 kids. Guys were always looking at her with their licking lips giving the thought away.

We had been married for 14 years and started to talk about juicing up our sex life. Sex was always good but needed to be stirred a bit. I thought about and suggested wife swapping. Jill, my wife was hesitant at first although keen to enliven our sex together. We had just moved to live outside Plymouth. I had been appointed to a prestigious job in Plymouth. Jill quickly found a job as secretary to a director of a shop fitting company. Eric, who was 15 years older, had the gift of the gab good at the grab as well. Our spicy sex began from here.
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My wife Helena was going to her company Christmas party which I unfortunately was not able to attend. I had to go to a friend’s to help him install his Christmas lights on his house so his old lady would stop bitching at him. I told my wife that I would pick her up at the party around two in the morning so she could have a safe ride home.

An old friend of mine who worked for the same company as she did said he would stop and pick her up for me. I was surprised to see to see the expression on his face when he saw my wife come out in her short skirt and tight silk blouse. She put on weight in all the right places a few years ago after having our daughter so she looked wonderful with her thirty four c breasts and her nice round ass in that skirt. So I nervously joked with my buddy John that he better keep the men away for me which he promised to do.
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