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Wife Shags The Boss

Posted in at work, blowjobs, cheating, cuckold, groupsex, Hidden cameras, slut wife on April 6th, 2014

I recently got a job with a large aerodynamics company. I thought of it as a going stepping stone in my career. What I didn’t know is just how well it was going to be for my sex life as well.

I have been married to my wife for 3 years. Marnie stands 5’4, weighs about 130 and has brown eyes and hair. She has one of the sexiest asses I have ever seen. Her measurements are 38-26-26.

She had always been faithful till a few months back she and I managed to get involved with two other guys and before we knew it my wife was fucking and sucking both of them back at their hotel room. Not much else happened after that till recently. Like I said I just got a new job recently which gave me a well paying job and something that allowed me more time at home (I like that a lot). I met my new boss on a few occasions. He is a tall a very attractive black male. He is 29 years old and stands about 6’2. From what I can tell he was well put together. He has a shaved bald head with deep brown eyes. His name was Sam and I got along with him quite well. It came to the point where we started going out for lunch with one another and hanging out in general.

Back at home I was telling my wife about my boss at work and how great he was to work for and what a good friend he was to have. Things were going good, but they were about to get better.

My wife and I have had a threesome once before. I was the voyeur as she fucked and sucked two guys who were on a sales trip into to town. That was my fantasy which was fulfilled. We never got the chance to do that again more recently.

I decided that since I kept talking about my boss it was time for my wife to meet my boss. I invited him to come to our house for dinner. The night had arrived and my wife dressed her usual best and was stunning in a red hot dress. It was backless which showed that she was not wearing a bra. When she turned to face me, I looked and told her, “you look incredible!” All she could do was blush and said, “Thank you.”

The doorbell rang and I went to answer the door. I let my boss in and called out to my wife, “Honey come and meet my new boss.” Marnie came around the corner and looked at Sam and gasped. Her eyes were as wide as saucers. “Well hello there, Marnie”, Sam said. “Oh you two know one another?” I questioned. “You can say that,” Sam replied. “Aren’t you going to say hello to an old friend?”, Sam asked Marnie. “Oh hel llo,” was all she could mutter out.

I did not know what was going on, but I asked Sam to sit down and asked if he wanted a drink. I told him we would be right back. I then took Marnie into the kitchen and asked her, “What was that all about?” She said that before she met me she use to date Sam and that she was saddened when he got a job in another part of the world. So they decided to call it quits. I asked her if they had sex before and she said, “Yep! Don’t get me wrong, sex with you is great, but sex with Sam was unbelievable. He had a cock to die for.”

That got me going and I said, “want to rekindle someone of that magic with your current and former lover together?”

Her eyes lit up and she replied, ” Hell yeah!”
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Neighbors Hot Wife

Posted in Big tits, blowjobs, cheating, first times, slut wife on March 24th, 2014

For almost three years now, I’d had a unfulfilled fantasy. Last summer, that fantasy was fulfilled. Karen and Dave are next-door neighbors, both in their mid twenties. Karen is in good physical shape, even though Karen and Dave have three young children. She has blond hair, large breasts, a flat stomach, fairly wide hips, and a lovely, heart-shaped ass.

Believe me, I’ve enjoyed the fact that my bathroom window gives a view of their back yard, complete with Karen laying out in a skimpy bikini. Dave is built solidly, with lots of muscle. Though I’m only 20, I can’t compare to him.

However, Dave flies for one of the airlines and is often gone for a week or even more. That is actually what my fantasy centered about. While a three-some would certainly have been enjoyable, I had often thought about Karen and I having an encounter when Dave was gone.

On the day it finally happened, I had the day off. My sister, mom, and dad were all at work. It was hot, about 110, but there was little humidity, as we were in Phoenix. I had gone biking early that morning, returning at 7:00 to see Karen looking good in a knee- length robe.

She whistled at me in my biking shorts, the first indication I’d ever gotten that she was flirtatious; uncharacteristically cocky, I flashed her a smile and wiggled my rear at her, yelling out “You want it — come get it!” She laughed and went back inside, her hips swaying from side to side. I wheeled my bike in the garage and stretched down, thinking of her.

Later that day, I was out in the back yard “painting” the fence that hides the pool filtration stuff. Because I was “painting” with a clothes-hostile mixture of linseed oil and turpentine, and because of the heat, I had taken my shirt off, leaving only my old, faded bathing suit on. The other advantage to the bathing suit, of course, was that I could jump in the pool whenever I got too hot (as, shortly, I was going to get).

Anyway, I heard the Karen’s door open and shut, followed by the sounds of the chaise lounge scraping on concrete, which soon quieted. I set down my brush and pot of goop and went over and stood on the diving board, which gave me a view over the cinderblock fence. Karen was lying out about ten feet from me, at an angle, facing towards me, her eyes closed.

I felt stirrings in my pants as I took in her long, tanned legs, the string bikini covering her pubic region, her flat stomach, her glorious breasts accented by the bikini top, and the cloud of long, blond hair around her face. Rather than have her catch me staring, I called out “Looking good,” also unusually bold of me, given how she and my mom talk together.

Karen’s eyes popped open and quickly found mine. She looked a little startled, but also a little pleased. She got up and came over to the fence, giving me a great view of her breasts, which were pressing together due to their confinement. I felt my dick harden in response. Then, she mentioned that their pool filter was acting up and that she didn’t know how to fix it. “Would you be willing to take a look at it?” was said with a perfectly innocent look. I readily agreed, hard- on or no hard-on.
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Kathys Panties

Posted in cheating, slut wife on March 16th, 2014

Kathy knew she had to hurry, her husband’s friend Craig was waiting for her downstairs in the kitchen. She turned and looked in the full length mirror one more time at her fancy dress costume she was wearing to the work party that night. Her husband of ten years, John, had been dropping unsubtle hints lately about her old school uniform, wondering aloud if she could still fit into it after two children. To her delight, Kathy could still squeeze into the little pleated skirt, although her hips and thighs had spread just a little. To complete the effect of the naughty schoolgirl she had bought some black shoes and knee length white socks.

The white blouse was easily found as was the tie. As for the little pleated skirt, Kathy took up the hem, and she liked the effect. It was almost obscenely too short; whenever she did anything other than stand still, it would ride up and give a teasing glimpse of what lay beneath. To finish the costume she chose her underwear with care. A push up bra and black, high cut, very sheer and flimsy panties was a wicked contrast to the demur innocent schoolgirl on the surface.

The effect on her husband had been explosive; he had fucked her lustily for hours the night before. The first was a ribald face fuck. He had wanted to save his strength for a more regular screw, but when she batted her eyelids up at him and said, ‘please sir, don’t come in my mouth,’ that was too much. He emptied his balls into her mouth. The semen had oozed out the corners, ran down her chin, and dropped to her small but well formed breasts. Next, was a traditional, flat on back missionary with legs in the air, panties pushed to one side, balls slapping on arse. She was then finished off with a teeth clenching, gut wrenching, mind blowing anal.

The housewife touched her sore pussy but the memory of last night throbbed with lust in her womb. She skipped down the stairs and laughed when she saw Craig dressed in a Roman Toga.

‘Hey Craig,’ said Kathy, spinning lightly so the little skirt rode up, ‘Do you like my costume?’

Craig’s jaw had dropped and Kathy enjoyed the effect it was having on her husband’s friend. She decided to flirt a little more. She reached across the table to pick up her handbag. She could almost feel Craig’s eyes on her panty encased bottom. ‘Gotcha!’ she thought to herself. Staying where she was and turning to look at the almost slobbering Craig, Kathy continued.

Do you really like my costume, Craig, you didn’t say.’ Craig gulped and stood motionless except for an expected stirring in the groin.
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Just a Good Night Kiss

Posted in blowjobs, cheating, cum eaters, fingers, first times, lesbian on March 9th, 2014

My husband, Jim, has been so understanding of my need to try dating outside of our marriage. I know it was a shock at first, but he seems to be more welcoming to the idea lately. He thinks it’s because I envy Anita’s freedom and want material possessions; but that’s not it. Ever since Jim’s promotion as Director of the Botanical Garden, we could afford anything I wanted. The truth is, Anita has awakened my sexual desire. For some time, we have been lovers, although we both consider ourselves to be straight. She, quite simply, is an insatiable nymphomaniac. She has taught me how to satisfy her needs and, in the process, has created the same needs in me. She has aroused passions in me that I never knew existed. My date with my husband only made me more aware of these needs—he didn’t satisfy them. I now have a deep-rooted need to be fulfilled by a talented man who understands a woman’s needs and knows how to satisfy them.

With her wide array of lovers, Anita recruited her most prized lover, Warren, to be my first date. Warren is an ex-football player who played for our local NFL team. He has gone on to own his own insurance agency and is very successful. He managed his salary from the NFL well, and with his insurance business, he is now a very wealthy man. He has never married, but did have a live-in girlfriend for several years. That relationship produced a daughter who is now 17 years old. His daughter lives with him and he remains close to his former lover.

I have never seriously dated anyone other than my husband, and have never had sex with another man—certainly not a black man. Warren was to be my first. Anita warned me that his penis was very large and that he has long lasting power. For days before, we conditioned my pussy with a ten-inch dildo that Anita said approximates his size. “Just in case,” Anita joked.

Finally, Saturday night arrived. I hadn’t told Jim who, specifically, I was dating. I just made general comments about his work and his status. Of course, being a huge fan of our NFL team, I knew he would recognize Warren the minute he met him. I wondered what his reaction would be.
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Block Party

Posted in blowjobs, cheating, first times, slut wife on March 2nd, 2014

The balmy early evening slowly slipped into night. As soon as it was dark, he gave me a knowing look and quietly snuck away from the block party. I calmly rose from my chair and followed him away from the crowd.

He was waiting where he said he would: half way down the block; well out of sight from any of our party-going neighbors. I nervously walked up to him.

“Come on, let’s go,” he whispered to me. “This way.” He placed his hand on the small of my back, sending shivers through my body. “Careful you don’t trip on any bushes.”

He led me between two houses, away from the ambient glow of the street lights, into the deep shadow of the night. We got to a fence and he deftly maneuvered the gate open. We passed through and he closed it behind us. We made our way across this back yard of one of our neighbors, to the tall wooden fence at the back of their lot.

“It’s over here. Can you make it over the fence?” he asked.

“Hey, I’m not as old as you might think,” I whispered. I was however worried that in my attempt to calm my self, I might have had a few too many drinks. He placed his hands on the top of the fence and scaled up and over with the grace of youth.

My attempt was decidedly less graceful. I pulled my self to the top of the fence and got one leg over, but there I stopped. I reached my hand out to him and he pulled me the rest of the way over.

A dull ripping sound escaped from my thigh area. He placed me gingerly on the ground. I examined my pants.

“Shit, I snagged my pants on the top of the fence. How embarrassing,” I whispered.

“Here we are,” he said.

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Wife Has A Young Black Lover

Posted in big black cocks, blowjobs, cheating, exhibitionism, interracial, slut wife on February 23rd, 2014

So what is it about us older white husbands who fantasies about other men sexually pleasing our wives.

Why was it that for years I imagining my beautiful big breasted wife having long and erotic sex with a young well-hung black buck?

Well, from my very recent and extraordinary experience, I now know a lot more about why us voyeuristic husbands always think along those thoughts: ….it’s because we have a ‘sixth’ sense that there is, in actual existence, a strong sexual magnetism of a married white women to sample a young inexperienced Negro male; especially those wives who are seasoned and confident in the ways of sex and sexuality: like my own wife. We also know, whether we admit it or not, that to the sexually charged married women: size does matter.

For the last seven months, my wife, who is 33, and stunningly beautiful, has had a young black male lover of only 19 years of age.

At our invitation, he visits’ us in our country home for the sole purpose of sexually fulfilling my wife’s unbridled sexual appetite for deep penetration sex. His youthfulness and rawness were what attracted my wife to him, not least his superb black musclebound physique.

My wife’s new young lover is an extremely good-looking black youth with an appealing smile which never seems to leave his attractive face. He is very striking in his appearance. Deep dark chocolate smooth skin, cropped hair, chiselled features and a very athletic and muscular body.

Sure, for me there is an incredibly erotic “something” about this young black lover of 19 who is muscular and strongly built—and my wife’s young Negro lad is very athletic, strong and supple, wide-shouldered, broad-chested, flat-bellied, narrow-waisted, slim-hipped and long- legged, and of the medium to slimmer build with beautifully defined muscles everywhere. One look at him and you would see he is certainly built as an athlete. Not just for the gym, but as the lover of a beautiful woman.

That woman being my wife, at present, who understands perfectly how beautiful her lover must appear to others. We first invited him to our home one weekend last summer and I spent most of the time observing from a discreet place, this young black boy having incredible intercourse with my stunning blonde wife. The fact that my wife is a very beautiful woman with a body to match was what drew this young black male to our home; like a magnet. He was equally admiring of her bronzed physique as she was of his.
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The Masseuse

Posted in big black cocks, blowjobs, cheating, slut wife on January 24th, 2014

My wife and I have been married for three years now. We often fantasize about different scenarios while we screw. Most times I think it turns me on more than it does Marianne but there was this one particular fantasy that never failed to get her really hot.

She would put on a blindfold and pretend I was a masseuse she had hired for the evening. Sometimes I would see a side of her I didn’t know she had. She would get really wild and get into the part. It was a real turn on just watching her react as she pretended to fuck another man.

I always wondered how she would react if she was faced with the real thing. Would she get as hot if she knew it was a real masseuse and not me? I was pretty sure she would get even hotter and the idea of that made me secretly want to see it happen.

I guess I had really been keeping an eye out for someone to play the part for several months now but it wasn’t until I ran across Pete that I realized I was serious. We met in a bar and got to talking. It turns out that he is a real masseuse and that made me think, “I wonder what my wife would think of this guy?”

He was as tall as me at six feet or so but he was a bit better built from what I could see. “Yes, she would definitely want to fuck this guys brains out if I let her,” I thought, “Especially if his cock is as big as he is!”

Then from out of no where I blurted out, “That’s pretty funny, just last night my wife was telling me her fantasy about her, a masseuse, and me and here I meet one!”

“What does she look like?” he asked.

I pulled out a picture of my sexy wife. She was wearing a black teddy that left the nipples exposed and stretched between her pussy lips.

“Wow,” he said, “I’d love to fuck her!” He looked at me to see my reaction and handed me the picture back. “How would you like to really make it happen?” he asked, a little more serious.
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Janine

Posted in Big tits, cheating, slut wife on January 16th, 2014

“You’re not a whore. You’re a slut,” his deep resonant voice sounded confident as he faced her. His denim shirt was open at the neck, hinting at the tanned muscular slabs of his chest. His shoulders seemed incredibly broad to Janine as she looked into his crystal blue eyes.

“There’s a difference. A whore charges for her services, but never gets involved with her customer. She never even falls in lust. You will fuck anybody, anytime. You’re in lust with every man you meet.” He smiled into her eyes as he traced the opening of her blouse, then followed the V of her bra to the depth of her cleavage. His hand followed the soft curve and then he hefted and squeezed her firm, fully-rounded tit, feeling her sensitive protruding nipple rubbing sensuously against the palm of his hand. He flicked the hardening bud of her nipple with his finger. He stepped closer to her, feeling her other breast pressing against his hard chest. His other hand slid confidently between her legs to massage her mound through the fabric of her dress.

Janine swayed firmly against his chest. Her tits seemed to thrust brazenly at the bra restraining them.

“What about my husband,” she whispered. They could hear him about in the living room, watching football and waiting for them to return. The knowledge that he could enter the room at any time and catch them added a heady spice of danger to their lust.

“That poor, stupid jerk. If he knew I was in the room next to him feeling up his wife like some street tramp, he’d probably have a coronary. Open your shirt. I want to see your tits.”

“I can’t. He’ll come in and catch us,” she said.

He kissed her deeply, his tongue first pressing against her inviting lips, then exploring her mouth. Her tongue began dancing with his, and she moaned deeply. It was obvious that she liked his kiss.

The kiss ended, and he smiled into her eyes again. “Open your shirt. I want to see your tits.”

Janine fumbled briefly with the buttons of her blouse, then paused. “What if he comes in here?” she asked.

“He won’t come in here. Hell, he won’t even get out of his chair to get his own beer. That’s why I’m in here,” he reassured her, as he massaged her pussy through her skirt.

She looked skeptical at the same time her body began to sway to the movement of his fingers.

“Hey, how about bringing us out some sandwiches when you come,” her husband called from the other room.

“You see?” he asked as stroked her pussy, massaging her inflamed flesh slowly, sensuously, teasing her passion, his finger tracing her slit.
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The Slut I Married

Posted in blowjobs, cheating, groupsex, slut wife on January 9th, 2014

When I married Jane, I knew she was no virgin. She was easy to get in the sack and had no inhibitions. But little did I know she was as experienced as I later found out she was. We were both in college and fell madly in love and married after our junior year. When we returned to school after our marriage, everything seemed normal as we got to know each other better. It turned us both on to talk about our prior sex adventures as foreplay to love making.

Jane gradually began to open up and I learned that she had been quite a party girl. She told me that her panties had become trophies for many horny guys. I imagined her panties hanging on the wall of more than one dorm room. She hinted at being the center attraction at a gang bang, but I could not tell if it was fantasy or reality. I found that the thought of her fucking a room full of guys excited me immensely. Jane had a great ass — one of those that was soft and round and made for fucking. Her tits had enormous nipples that stuck out when she got horny. She kept her blond bush well trimmed.

Sometimes when we would go to the bars she would point somebody out and tell me that he had fucked her before we got married. Sometimes this irritated me and sometimes it turned me on, but it was always the prelude to a wild night of fucking. One night we found ourselves in a bar in a nearby town. We were about to graduate and we were in a party mood. We got separated from the friends we came with. I did not recognize anyone, but Jane seemed to know several guys. The music was loud and it was hard to hear what they said to her or what she said to them. It was spring time and it was hot and muggy. Jane was wearing a sun dress with just a pair of white string bikini panties on underneath.

We were sitting at the bar. Once when I came back from the rest room, I was sure that I saw a guy’s hand under her dress but it was dark and I was a little drunk. When I approached and sat down, the guy just smiled at me and remained seated. Jane introduced me to Dirk. He said he played football for a nearby college. Jane excused herself to go to the restroom and we ordered another round. Dirk told me that he had dated Jane a couple of years ago. I immediately wondered whether this guy had fucked Jane. Later, I wondered how many times this guy had banged Jane! He told me that he and some of his friends were going back to their place to celebrate the end of the spring football season and invited Jane and I to return to his place also.

When Jane returned Dirk told her that he wanted us to come to his place so he could introduce me to some of his friends. Jane looked startled and said she did not think we should because we had to find our friends to get home and it was late. I was drunk and ready to party. I told Jane I wanted to go and it would be fine. Dirk whispered something in her ear, but I could not hear. I noticed that her nipples were sticking out and you could see them poking through the fabric of her sun dress. Dirk left to round up his friends and told us to meet him in the back parking lot in fifteen minutes.

Jane asked me if I was sure that I wanted to go to this party. She told me that some of the guys that would be there had fucked her before we were married and she thought it might embarrass me to party with them. I told her that, to the contrary, it turned me on. As I told her that, I slid my hand between her legs and right up to her pussy.
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Locked Out

Posted in blowjobs, cheating, first times, fucking, interracial, slut wife on November 7th, 2013

My husband and I were both 25 when we got married. We came from Northern Wisconsin so it was quite a shock when Kevin’s Company transferred him to Georgia. We moved to a suburb outside Atlanta and found ourselves a small one-bedroom apartment in a very nice complex while we looked for a house we liked.

It was a nice community filled with mostly young professionals who were starting out or passing through. We were on the backside of our building at the bottom of the stairwell. Our door opened up to a little landing that was shared with the apartment across the way. A small pond with ducks and lots of frogs was just past the landing. It was part of the landscaping and was surrounded by small walking paths. I liked to stop and watch the ducks build their nests when I got back from errands or the gym.

I didn’t know anyone; we’d only been there about 3 weeks. In fact I was really lonely. I’d thought about getting a job but Kevin told me that we would probably be moving again in 6 months so I said, “why bother”. Each day as Kevin left I’d go to the door and give him a kiss goodbye and then try and find something to keep myself busy until he came home 12 or 13 hours later.

Last Wednesday Kevin left very early. He had to go north of Atlanta so he was out the door by 5:30. I got up with him and followed him to the door. I kissed him goodbye, wished him luck and watched him go up the stairs to drive away.

OK, I thought, another day in this place. Maybe I’d go to the pool or just do some laundry. It was really hot even at that hour. Georgia in the summer back before air-conditioning must have sucked. I watched the sun beginning to poke its head up over the trees and watched my friends the ducks swimming around. I saw one that looked to be chasing a frog and walked over to the edge of the landing to get a closer look.

A warm breeze came along. Damn, I thought, even the wind is warm. Then I heard the bang. It took me a second to realize what it was. I spun around and my front door was closed. My stomach became all knotted and I swore out loud. I ran up to it and checked, yup, it was locked. Didn’t I feel like a jerk. OK, Kevin was gone, I didn’t know anyone and it was only 5:30 in the morning. What the hell do I do now? I paced around trying not to panic, or cry, and tried to decide what to do.

All right, I thought, I can’t exactly just walk around. I was still dressed in my short VS pink bathrobe and some pink tap pants. Kevin always liked this robe. He said it showed off my legs. I did have pretty good legs, guys used to tell me that my legs and my ass were my best qualities. My breasts were kind of small but as long as my husband liked them who cared.

I hadn’t even put my blond hair up in my normal ponytail, which kept me cooler. No shoes and it kept getting hotter. I was starting to sweat. I could feel the heat coming from the sun and the felt the water drip down my back as the robe began to stick to my skin.

I heard someone coming down the steps and turned around. It was the guy next door. His name was Samuel. He was about our age and must have been a lawyer or something. He was always immaculately dressed in a nice suit and had hours that were often as long as Kevin’s. He was never around. He must have just come back from an early morning run. His coal black skin was soaked with sweat. His sleeveless shirt clung to his body which I had to admit was very muscular. He stood about 6 foot and must have weighed about 195. He had what looked like a tattoo of what looked like an Omega on his arm.

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Her First Massage

Posted in blowjobs, cheating, first times, massage on October 24th, 2013

I own this small massage boutique in a fairly affluent town. I have two girls that work for me and they were getting ready to leave. It was Friday night and I was waiting for my last appointment.

It was almost 7:30 when this cute young lady walked in. She was about five foot seven with dark brown hair and a very attractive figure. I looked down at my appointment book asking, “Are you Nancy?” I explained that the girls usually handle the female customers, but unfortunately they had to leave for the evening. So I asked if she was uncomfortable with me giving the massage.

She said, “no that’s okay,” and gave me a little smile. At least that made me feel bit easier.

After the initial amenities I led her off to one of the massage rooms. She explained that this was her first time here and in fact her first massage. She said it was a gift from her husband. Since he traveled allot he suggested going out and spoiling herself for an evening.

Inside the massage room it was nice and warm from the heaters and electric fireplace. After softening the lights I pointed to the hangers for her clothes and the bath towel draped over the massage table. Then I left so she could undress.

A few minutes later I knocked at the door cracking it a bit and asking if it was okay to come in.

When I entered the room Nancy was lying on the massage table with the towel draped over her behind. She was a pretty sight with her legs and half her thighs exposed. Her back looked so soft and smooth that I could barely wait to feel her flesh. But I had to control myself. My job was to give her a massage.

I put some soft relaxing music on and lowered the lights a little more so the lit candles had a calming effect. “Are we all ready Nancy,” I asked.” “Yes I am,” she whispered talking into the table matting.

“Just relax and enjoy yourself.”

I began massaging her neck with my fingers and then working my way down her back. Eventually I walked around the table to her feet and began stroking up the calves of her legs. She was so soft and her legs felt so nice. I spent a few minutes deep rubbing her muscles slowly working up to her knees. Then I started going higher squeezing and massaging her thighs right up to the edge of the towel that covered her rear end.
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Alabama Back Door Lover

Posted in anal sex, cheating, first times, fucking on September 23rd, 2013

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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I Get Shared

Posted in cheating, exhibitionism, first times on August 27th, 2013

As I say these events happened in the early 1990s when I was only twenty. Let me tell you a little about myself. I’m in my early forties and have been married for nearly twenty years to my husband Andy. We have two children and we live in the south west of England. I have shoulder length blonde hair and am pretty in a girl next-door sort of way. People say I have a nice smile and that my eyes and face light up when I laugh which is as often as possible. I have always had to watch what I eat but have kept the weight off and remained slim and I am 5’5″” tall. I have always liked to dress in such a way as to make the most of what I have and look as attractive and feminine as I can. I work full time in a high street office in a professional job (don’t want to give too much away) and so get the chance to wear smart two piece suits with above the knee skirts. Back when I was twenty I was very slim, probably too skinny really and my breasts were smaller too before I had had children. I am only about 34 inches now but back then I was sporting no more than 32 inches but they were very firm and pert.

When I met my future husband Andy I was still a virgin. He was not much more experienced but did have one notch on his bed post from his first year at Uni. I met Andy at the beginning of my second year at Bristol University. We were not on the same course and we just got talking at the bar in the students union. We clicked right from the word go and it was one of those situations where within half an hour you just knew that as a minimum we were going to be great friends and there was sexual chemistry between us from the outset. Although I was a virgin I would have gone to bed with Andy on the first night we met given half a chance and sometimes I wish it had happened that way. That would be a terrific memory for a married couple to have; that we found each other so irresistible. It is a shame that over the years with the best will in the world that electricity diminishes.

We became a couple pretty much immediately and spent a lot of time together. We first had full sex after about a month having built up through the preliminary stages that you are all familiar with. I went on the pill because I hated Andy using condoms. Before long I began staying over at Andy’s apartment one or two nights a week. He was living in a house shared with two other blokes so there were three bedrooms. The other two blokes were all on the same engineering course as Andy and were called Pete and Steve. They were both in relationships so it was not unknown on some Saturday nights for there to be three of us girls staying over and you might have called the apartment a bit of a (literally) hot bed of iniquity. We use to have such a laugh in those days it was unreal. We were always getting drunk and teasing each other and we got on so well it was just lovely.

Anyway all good things come to an end and after Christmas at the start of the second term sadly Pete unexpectedly dropped out. I was not aware that he had been struggling and suspect he was just not working hard enough but apparently he fluffed some important exams and got the boot. I gather he was finding it all so tough to keep up that he was relieved to get away from the stress and find something else that he felt he would be more suited to. So all of a sudden there was a spare room in Andy’s house and they needed the rent covering. The two boys really wanted to replace Pete with another bloke but because of the awkward timing halfway through the academic year they could not find anybody.

I was not happy where I was sharing. I was not getting on with the other girls in my apartment and I sounded them out and they had a friend that wanted to move in. So it suited everybody that I took the spare room in Andy’s apartment. It was sort of meant to be really.

So there I was sharing with two blokes. Obviously I knew them both well already so I knew it would work and be fun. But I did not predict how gradually the intimacy of living together in close quarters and sharing one bathroom, and one kitchen etc would gradually translate into the three of us becoming closer and closer friends. Steve was Andy’s best friend anyway whom he had known from school and from the beginning, Steve and I were good friends with similar outgoing flirty personalities. I used to do most of the cooking for all three of us, as they were both rubbish.
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Dive Trip

Posted in cheating, interracial on August 1st, 2013

This story occurred several years ago when my wife and I had taken our 21 year old daughter on a dive trip as a graduation present in the Bahamas on a live aboard dive boat. My wife is an attractive 50 year old of Germanic descent with a great athletic body and in superb shape. The boat we were on had an upper and lower deck area where most of the cabins were in the upper part with 2 cabins on the lower deck, one of which was occupied by the very good looking black dive master. As the cabins had 2 bunks only my wife and daughter took an upper level cabin and I got the lower level cabin as all the others were occupied by couples. My wife and I had enjoyed a discreet sex life with other partners in which we were aware of each of the others affairs and found they enhanced our own sex lives in distinction to many of our friends. Most could not distinguish between recreational sex and serious involvement and as a result their affairs led to divorce, dysfunctional families and financial hardships.

At the end of a day when we had done 3 dives and where at a decompression stop at about 20 ft beneath the boat where there was a safety air tank and regulator my wife’s dive computer began flashing for her to descend. This occurs when the total accumulation of nitrogen during the day exceeds the dive tables safety factor and requires a longer decompression at depth. It just so happened that the dive master was at this stop, saw my wife’s computer and as she was nearly out of air grabbed the safety tank and descended to a depth were she could safely decompress breathing from the accessory tank carried by the dive master and after about 20 minutes or so they surfaced.
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Down Under Vacation

Posted in anal sex, blowjobs, cheating, older younger, slut wife on July 24th, 2013

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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Wild Drunken Party Night

Posted in cheating, exhibitionism, groupsex, slut wife on July 17th, 2013

I woke with a dry mouth and throbbing head. Through bleary eyes I didn’t recognise the image of the surroundings which danced crazily around inside my head. I stopped to think for a minute. Hmmm…. It was clearly obvious that I was suffering the ill effects of drinking too much from the night before, but this didn’t shed any light on where I was, what time it was, how I got to be here, or indeed, what day it was. God, I really must have been very drunk.

I pulled myself from the horizontal position I was lying in on some stranger’s sofa to sit upright and almost instantly regretted doing so. The room spun round and round, nausea engulfed me. I lied back down again to keep myself from throwing up. It was then recollections of the previous night’s events started to spring in to my mind. Music… I remembered there had been music. Music and lights. That’s it! There was a disco we were at. We – not I? I paused. My wife Lin was there with me. Yes, okay, we were there together, but where was I now, and more to the point where was she? I continued my train of thought, trying to remember more. We had been invited to a wedding reception, some friends of Lin’s were getting married. When I say friends, they were more like acquaintances and when we got there we hardly knew anyone.

So far so good, my memory seemed to be restoring gradually as I traced the night’s events. I idly thought a little more about it. I picked up from where I left off. We hardly knew anyone there, but everyone was really friendly, laughing, joking and after a while we found ourselves sitting on a table with some close friends of the bride and groom. We talked like old friends, buying rounds of drinks for each other, dancing and generally having a good time. By now my memories were becoming a little more obscured – by this time I think that the alcohol was taking its toll. I remembered the disco stopping for what must have been the end of the night and getting into a car driven by one of the men we had befriended on the table. I sat in the front passenger seat, Lin had sat in the back in-between two other friends of the man driving the car. Mike and Steve, yes, that’s what there names were. John was driving. The journey to wherever we were going to lasted a fairly long time, but Lin seemed to be enjoying herself, whispering and giggling with the other two in the back. We eventually pulled up in a driveway in a house, got out and went inside. And that was it – that’s where I was – in John, Mike or Steve’s house. Ah, I thought, one piece of the puzzle solved.

We went inside and I was poured another drink. Someone put some music on. Music….

Lin was dancing with John in the sitting room, some slow songs were playing and they were fairly close to each other. At first I didn’t notice it, although it must have happened practically the moment they started dancing, John’s hands were resting on Lin’s arse. This progressed from a gentle caress to a full-on grope. And yet I sat there saying nothing. This, now, being sober, made me feel sick to the bone, my wife had been touched up in front of me and I had quite plainly accepted it. Maybe it was the drink, maybe I was being naive, but this was for sure – Lin was being quite clearly being groped by this man and obviously knew it, and yet she said nothing neither, there again, I thought to myself, if I were enjoying a little fun and my husband didn’t object, neither would I.
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No Show

Posted in blowjobs, cheating, first times, slut wife on July 6th, 2013

We had planned a long weekend with some friends of ours, and were looking forward to the peace and quiet of the cabin on the lake. Don and Debra were going to meet us there Thursday evening, Kris, my wife, and I drove up Thursday morning. Shortly after we arrived, Kris and I were taking advantage of the “strange bed” and enjoyed each other for several hours.

Kris was taking a nap about three that afternoon when I heard a car coming up the road. I went outside and saw Don driving up to the house. “I thought you were not coming until later” I said as he got out of his car. “I got off early so I left Debra a message at work and told her to meet me up here.” He said, “I hope you don’t mind.”. I told him to come in and that we were glad to see him. Don and Debra had been our friends for several years and had moved about eight hours away, so we didn’t get to see them enough.

I took Don into the kitchen and made some coffee. We went out onto the back porch which overlooked the lake, to drink our coffee and talk. We had been out there only about ten minutes when I heard the screen door open and Kris walked out of the door. She had obviously just woke up and hadn’t realized that Don was ther, because she was still nude. “Oh, shit!” she said as she saw Don and turned and went back into the house. Don and I laughed, neither of us bothered too much by the sight. “I have to say that I always wanted to see Kris naked and she is really more beautiful than I imagined.” Don said “No offense.”. “She is quite beautiful with or without clothes.” I said. A short time later, Kris came out in her jeans and a shirt, but clearly without a bra. “Sorry about that” she said, “I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”. She went over and gave Don a warm hug and a quick kiss on the lips. “I wasn’t embarrassed and enjoyed the view” he said jokingly.

Don’s cell phone rang in his pocket and he took it out and answered it. It was clear from his conversation that it was Debra and that she was going to be later than we thought. “Debra has been held up at the office” he said after hanging up the phone, “she will not be here until very late”. It was getting to be about supper time so Don and I fired up the grill while Kris fixed the salad and drinks. She brought everyone a glass of wine and we talked while the steaks cooked. We finished a couple of glasses of wine before it was time to eat and we were all feeling very relaxed and hungry. The meal was great.

After supper, we decided to go for a walk down to the lake for an evening swim. Don declined the invitation and said he would listen to some music and relax. We showed him where the wine was, grabbed a bottle for us and went down the path towards the lake.

At the lake, Kris pulled off her shirt and jeans and walked out into the lake. “Where is you swimsuit?” I asked. “DI didn’t bring one.” She replied. I followed her after taking my clothes off as well. I swam over to her and kissed her slowly at first and then more firmly, my body starting to get excited by the cool water and her warm body next to mine. “What would you have done if Don had wanted to come swimming?” I asked. “Well”, she said, “I thought about that and then realized that he had already seen me completely naked”. “You are right, and he enjoyed it very much.” I said. “What do you mean? She asked. I told her what Don had said and that I had noticed a small bulge in his jeans right after her entrance. “Did it bother you that he saw you and enjoyed it:?” I asked her. “Actually, I really enjoyed it and it kind of turned me on. Are you upset with me for saying that?” she asked, looking directly at me. “Not at all.” I responded.
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Tight Pair Of Jeans

Posted in blowjobs, cheating, cum eaters, slut wife on June 18th, 2013

My son got married recently to a gal with a little bit of a reputation. She had 5 or 6 boy friends in one year, according to my daughter. But she seems to be a nice girl, pays lot’s of attention to him and he really loves her.

Now here is the problem, she likes to wear real tight clothes. She doesn’t have a great body, pretty flat- chested and kind of a big butt. The thing is that butt looks real good in the clothes she puts it in. She likes to wear a pair of designer jeans so tight that, well she obviously isn’t wearing any panties, I can’t keep my eyes off of her. And when she turns around you can see the split of her pussy, you know, the Camel Toes.

A while back we are sitting around the patio outside and I get up and walk behind her. I look down and she is bending over so I could see down the back of her pants and I see she is wearing a blue thong with lace, I had to go to the bathroom and relieve myself.

From the bathroom window I could look out the and see her sitting right there. While I was jerking off my son slips his hand down her pants a grabs a hand full of cheek while I squirt jism all over the shower stall. I wish I had thought to get a picture of that, the thong, not the jism.

A few weeks ago they came over and she is wear a pair of tight slacks that just put that ass right there and didn’t leave much to the imagination. I just couldn’t contain myself. When the time was just right I acted like I had to hurry and squeezed between her and the counter and rubbed the back of my hand right across both cheeks, it felt wonderful, nice and full and very soft. But the shocking thing was she didn’t even flinch, just stayed right there and didn’t pull away.
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Falling For The Male Stripper

Posted in cheating, sex toys on June 11th, 2013

Stacey covered her mouth as the crowd of females emerged from their various hiding places with a shout of “Surprise!” She had heard of surprise birthday parties, but not surprise bachelorette parties.

The girls came up to her one-by-one and offered congratulations on her upcoming wedding. She glowered at Megan, her best friend, who wore a smile indicating she was the mastermind of the affair. Stacey strictly instructed to her friends and co-workers that she didn’t want a big to-do party. She liked the sentiment, but knew her friends too well. They would get her drunk, and embarrass her beyond belief. She wasn’t sure exactly what they would do, but she suspected some of the gifts awaiting her in a nice little pile would be a little “too mature” for her innocent nature. With the wedding this upcoming weekend, she thought her wishes had been honored.

Megan guided her into the family room. She had indeed planned the entire affair, despite her Stacey’s wishes. Surely no harm could come from it! All they need was a couple of hours to spend their fun. Then, Stacey would be off to dinner with her fiancee, John, and they would all laugh about it at the wedding. Only three days until the major event. Megan knew she could never let her conservative, shy friend tie the knot without a shocking send off. Of course, all the other girls agreed. They looked forward to this day more so than the actual wedding itself.

Stacey sat next to the pile of presents. She would co- operate, though hesitantly. She began to open her presents and sip from a drink. The first item was a pair of red silk panties. She felt her face must have matched the color as she tore the tissue paper away from them.

“How do you like them?” Megan asked with a smirk.

“They’re very nice…” Stacey closed the box and set it beside her. She would wear them, in fact, she already wore similar pairs for John. But she was uncomfortable with her sexuality on display for her friends. Her embarrassment grew as she continued to open packages. As she opened bras, panties, and nighties, she grew more and more mortified as shouts of “That will get him hard.” and “He’s going to fuck you so good.” cascaded from her peers mouths.

But she knew they were right. John loved her in lingerie, and she had to admit she could be quite striking in a skimpy, silky outfit. She was a petite woman, extraordinarily thin and delicate. Her breasts were shapely and firm, and seemed large in comparison to her small frame. John had insisted in her wearing lingerie shortly after they began having sex, and she was content to titillate his desires in privacy. But showing off her body or the garments she barely covered it with was never her style. She spoke little of her and John’s sex life, and never inquired about others’.
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Kick Ass Bachelor Party

Posted in Big tits, blowjobs, cheating, exhibitionism, groupsex, slut wife on May 21st, 2013

Amazingly enough, I was getting married. My friends were not so amazed. They had heard me bitch and moan for years about getting out of the singles scene. My best friend Karl had laughed when I told him. “Tim, we’ve known that since you first started dating Calli.”

Calli was my fiancée. She was also probably the last woman I’d ever thought I’d fall in love with. She was straight-laced and, though laid back, was not the experimenting type. She always told me she had done all that wild stuff back in high school and college. Whenever I asked her what that wild stuff was, she’d say that she was entitled to some secrets. It would piss me off, but I wasn’t going to fuck up our relationship over past shit. She was 24 now, but definitely ready for the quiet married life.

And I couldn’t really complain. Calli was the hottest woman I had ever laid eyes on. Only 5-foot-1 and 105 pounds, she packed more sex-appeal and raw femininity into her small frame than Pam Anderson, Cameron Diaz, and Mariah Carey combined. Long, wavy brown hair fell down to the small of her back, matched by her dark brown eyes in her sculpted, high-cheekboned face. She had small, pouty lips that could turn kissing from an art form to a lusty tongue-fest in a second. Blessed with perfectly shaped 34-C breasts that were made for fondling, she also had dark pink nipples that grew to the size of the ends of my pinkies when erect. I always loved it when we’d go to the mall and she went bra-less, because I’d whisper what I wanted to do to her in her ears and watch those nips pop through her shirt or top for everyone to admire. Calli was in great physical shape. She had definition to her muscles, but not too much. Her legs were strong and curvy like a dancer’s, and her ass was the absolute best I’d ever had the honor of seeing naked or in a thong.

Unfortunately, for all that, Calli was not very creative in bed: missionary position, or her on top, though she had let me do her doggy-style a few times (and god what good times they were!). She did give me head occasionally, and of course, she loved it when I ate her out. I’d ask her to try some more exotic positions, but she’d always say that she was past that kind of stuff.
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My Friends Pregnant Wife

Posted in blowjobs, cheating, Pregnant on May 9th, 2013

Rachael struggled to get up off the couch.

“Let me get that for you,” Jason said as he jumped up quickly.

“Don’t be silly,” Rachael laughed. “Just because I’m pregnant doesn’t mean I’m an invalid.”

“I know,” Jason offered. “It’s just that… well, I want some too and I know where the cups are. I can get both of us some.”

“Your so nice Jason,” she smiled as she sat back down. “Your so different from Dave. He thinks I should do TWICE as much since I got pregnant.”

Jason winced visibly. He hated the way Dave treated his wife sometimes. He could see it clearly: Dave would expect her to carry the laundry downstairs and cook dinner, wash dishes, etc. He was a true pig even if they were best friends.

After pouring the two waters, Jason entered the living- room. Rachael sat in the chair, legs parted, her swol- len belly extended and she was beautiful. Jason handed her the glass.

“What?” Rachael asked.

“What do you mean what?” Jason snapped out of it.

“You were staring at me,” Rachael told him. “You’re thinking of how fat I am.”

“No!” Jason snapped quickly as he sat on the couch. “Not at all! Actually I was noticing how beautiful you are.”

“Oh ya, right,” Rachael smiled. “I bet.”

“Honestly,” Jason stammered as he took a sip of water. “You look great.”

“Sure,” she frowned. “That’s not what Dave thinks. He says I’m fat.”

“Oh don’t listen to Dave,” he said. “I’m sure he doesn’t mean it.”
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Getting Knocked Up By My Sisters Husband

Posted in cheating, family, Pregnant on February 17th, 2013

From the first time I had sex with a man I became addicted to feeling him shooting his cum inside my pussy. When I felt it would make me cum twice as hard. It’s hard to believe I never got pregnant. I started having sex at 17. I was 23 when I had my first baby with my husband. Four years later we had another. Then three years later me and my sister’s husband had another one. Yes my sister’s husband.

I found that the more intense the man’s orgasm, the more intense mine was. I didn’t really care much about size as long as it was at least six inches. I found out young that almost all men like to cum inside a girl and get them pregnant. I love the feeling and the rush of possibly getting pregnant. So this is always how I had sex.

I found that some of the most intense orgasms men have is when I would have a boyfriend I would always have sex with another guy. Yeah I cheated! So what! Do you know how intense a mans orgasm is when your having sex with him. He knows I have a boyfriend and you tell him too shoot in you so you so he can get you pregnant. OH MY GOD!!! Intense!

I love my sister a lot but when she first introduced me to her new husband I have to admit my body temp went up and I got wet. Damn he was hot! I was really impressed. I thought for sure he could be a perfect candidate for my infidelity. But I wanted to be sure first so I got to know him slowly. After a while I flirted with him. He didn’t seem to mind to I would go further each time.
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Pregnant Lust

Posted in at work, blowjobs, cheating, first times, fucking, Pregnant on December 13th, 2012

Teri’s body had always fascinated me. She was in her early 20s, slender, with medium sized tits, and a well maintained figure. It was obvious to me she was proud of her body and took good care of it. She wasn’t tall, about 5′ 1″, and had brownish blonde hair, which she wore a little longer than her shoulders. She was invariably pleasant and always had a “Good morning, Mr. Franks” whenever she saw me.

Teri worked down the hall from me as a secretary in another office. She and my secretary were office pals and often had lunch together or chatted during their coffee breaks. Whenever she would stop by to talk with Marcia, I’d see her in the outer office and would fantasize about what her body looked like without clothes.

In my day-dreams, she had shapely legs, a tight ass, slender waist, and mouth-sized tits with pert nipples just a little darker than the rest of her skin. The hair covering her pussy was the same color as the hair on her head, letting me know it was her natural color. Of course, she would always want me to fuck her right there in the office and I’d always oblige.

I’m not sure what is was about her, but I started to become a little obsessed with her. I knew she was married, but I figured I could always look and dream. Little did I know what was waiting for me.

Since Teri was pretty career orientated, I was a little surprised when Marcia told me Teri was pregnant. She and her husband were pretty happy with the prospect and I congratulated her. A couple of weeks went by and she was just starting to show. I thought I’d lose my desire for her, but I didn’t. I’d still daydream about her, even as her tummy got bigger.
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Stripping For the Guys

Posted in anal sex, blowjobs, cheating, fingers, first times, groupsex, slut wife, voyeur on December 6th, 2012

The owner of our neighborhood bar is a friend – not a good friend, because he is the kind that you hesitate to trust very far. But he is a great guy to be around. He knows everybody and everything, just ask him. He has plenty of wild tales about his youth and seems to have done about everything. Harry is definitely a guy’s guy.

My wife Sally and I frequently stop for drink after work and we often meet friends there before we go to dinner or whatever. Sally is very outgoing and friendly to everybody. She always kids Harry and sometimes flirts with him. Once when she was mad at me she sat with Harry and one of his friends at a table while I sat with two of her friends and sulked. I was certain that I saw Harry and his friend both slip their hands beneath her dress on more than one occasion, but I was too stubborn to go to her rescue. I thought it would serve her right if they took her into Harry’s office and had their way with her.

When we finally got ready to go Sally was ready to make up. When we got in the car, we kissed and I put my hand up her dress. Boy was I surprised when I found that she had no panties on. I was sure that I had seen her in panties before we left for the evening, but when I asked her about it she assured me that she had not worn panties. Sally always could talk her way out of a fix and I believed her. She could not deny that she was wetter than hell and ready to go. I took her right there in the parking lot.
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Stadium

Posted in Big tits, blowjobs, cheating, cum eaters, exhibitionism, fingers, first times, slut wife, teasing on November 11th, 2012

I was in the concessions line at Tampa Stadium when it happened. I’d sweetly volunteered to get the next round of beer for my boyfriend, so he could keep watching the half-time show. I knew he enjoyed watching the cheerleaders. I knew I had no reason to feel jealousy, as he would never cheat on me.

I’m sure every stadium concession stand is the same, especially at half time. The huge halls were jam-packed with people, you couldn’t even see your feet, there were so many people. I wore a mini, a full flouncy. Even the lightest breeze would whish up under it and tantalize my pussy. I loved the feeling and am always so hot in the stadium I’ve started dressing for comfort more than appearance. I wore a little tank top that matched and low-heeled sandals. All and all I was comfortable, and didn’t think I looked too bad.

A person is often jostled about in these lines, and more than once someone rubbed against my ass or my tits. I didn’t know if sometimes it was on purpose or not, and I didn’t really care. If the guy turned around and smiled an apology I always sent him a forgiving smile or pretended not to notice.

I’d been in line about ten minutes when I finally noticed the man behind me. I didn’t turn around to actually look at him, but I could feel his proximity against my back. He didn’t seem overly tall or intimidating, so I continued to ignore him and wait for my turn in line. When I felt a hand on my ass, I knew it was his. Should I turn around, I thought? But no, I don’t want a confrontation. Besides a part of me wondered what he planned. Did he think he could just touch me in plain view of all these people?
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