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Surprise Girlfriend Stripper

I am currently dating a graduate student who attends my school named Eric. Things had been going really well and our sex life has been amazing. Over the past few weeks however, he has been hinting and joking that he wants to have a three-way with me and one of his friends. When he first brought it up, I joked back “Oh yeah, which one of your friends?” and he answered back “I don’t care honey, any one of them!” It has usually come up when we are fooling around right before sex and I wasn’t sure if he was serious or not.

Some of his friends are cute, all of them are older (in their late 20’s and early 30’s) and I found myself thinking about it a little bit. Since Eric is older and in grad school, he doesn’t know about my past “history” as someone who likes to have fun. After a few weeks, he began to bring up the subject of a three-way more and more, and although I was secretly thinking about trying it, I continued to tell him that it was out of the question. It seemed that the more out of the question I made it seem, the more he joked about it.

His 30th birthday was coming up on October 27th, right before Halloween, and he told me that his friends were going to throw him a private party at his friend Todd’s apartment and that I couldn’t come. “It’s just for the guys” he said. Well, a few days before Eric’s birthday, we were out a bar with Eric and his friends. Eric got up to go to the bar to get some drinks. His friend Todd reached for his wallet to get some money to give to Eric when I saw a card fall out of his wallet. I saw a picture of a woman on the card so I reached down and snatched it up. In bright pink letters it said “Tina’s Dancers & Escorts.” It had phone numbers and a picture of a cheap looking stripper. I looked at Todd and he flushed bright red as I handed him back the card and smiled. “Lonely Todd?” I said jokingly. He flushed even brighter red and quickly put it back in his wallet. Eric and the other guys were busy handling money and giving it to Eric for the round of drinks so none of them saw the exchange between me and Todd or saw that I had seen the card.

The next day, after sobering up from the night of drinking, I remembered the card Todd had in his wallet and put two and two together. They must be getting a stripper for Eric’s party I thought. I wanted to find out for sure so I quickly pulled out the town yellow pages and found Tina’s Dancers & Escorts. I called them and a woman answered the phone. I asked her if they had a party scheduled for that Saturday at Todd’s apartment, crossing my fingers because I didn’t know Todd’s last name. “Yeah we do, Todd Walker, 10 pm, why do you want to know?”

I explained to her that it was for my boyfriend’s birthday party. “Oh I see, we get that a lot, jealous are you, well don’t worry darling, when Todd and his friend called up a few days ago, they asked me about both strippers and escorts. They were arguing about which one to get but eventually decided on a stripper.” Both relieved and intrigued, I asked her what she told them about escorts. She said “I told them that our escorts would do whatever the guys wanted, but only for one guy, and that’s when they started arguing. I told them that the stripper would give lap dances for all the guys and ‘play around’ a little bit if they paid extra. Then I told them that we have a few girls who are both escorts and strippers but that they are extra. They debated that for a minute amongst themselves but then settled on a stripper.”

Feeling both jealous and excited about a stripper giving Eric a lap dance, a light when off in my head. I told the woman on the phone “Listen, what would it take for you to cancel their stripper. I am going to go myself and have a little fun with them.” The woman said, “Well we would have to get paid, I don’t want them calling up complaining the next day or that night.” I told her that I would pay myself and she said that she would have now problem with that. I borrowed the money from a friend and went down to Tina’s office that afternoon and paid them in advance for the stripper that they weren’t even going to send. The woman gave me Todd’s address and reminded me that I was supposed to be there at 10 pm. She also told me that my name was supposed to be “Alex” short for Alexandria.

I started thinking about what I wanted to do. This was going to be the best joke I ever played on anyone! I knew I didn’t want Eric and the guys to recognize me so I had to do some things to make myself look very different. Eric had the first draft of his thesis due that Monday and he said he wanted to have it done before his birthday so I knew I wouldn’t see him at all before the party. I shaved all of my pubic hair off (for the first time in my life by the way).
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The Mile High Club

Finally, we were going to visit Australia. For years my wife and I had been planning this trip. We’d promised ourselves that one day we would go “down under.” Now at last we were on our way. For Christmas my parents had given us two first-class tickets on QANTAS, the Australian airline.

From Los Angels it was a 14-hour flight, so the first class seats were very welcome. I turned and looked at Lynne as she sat next to me. For 35 she was looking fine. Her long brown hair hung down to her waist and her full high breasts still showed no sign of sag.

We indulged in the complimentary Champagne and enjoyed the delicious food, not giving any thought to the poor souls back in economy.

After dinner we ordered another bottle of wine and sat back to enjoy the movie. On first class you have individual screens and a selection of movies and Lynne and I both decided to watch “Eyes Wide Shut.” This turned out to be very sexy in parts and by the end of the film I was sporting a large hard-on. I noticed that Lynne was squirming in her seat and decided to try to feel her up. We both had blankets over us and slowly I slid my hand over beneath her blanket and started to run my fingers up her thigh. Lynne immediately grabbed my wrist.

“Stop that, someone will see us,” she whispered.

“Don’t worry about it,” I said. “First class is practically empty. No-one will notice.”

Lynne reluctantly released my wrist and I continued to slide my fingers up underneath the short skirt she was wearing. Soon my fingers came in contact with the strip of cotton of her panties and I gradually eased my fingers under the leg band and started rubbing her pussy. By now Lynne was moving around in her seat and her movements must have caught the attention of our stewardess.

I looked up to see a beautiful blonde in QANTAS uniform standing by Lynne’s seat. She could see the outline of my hand as it pushed back and forth between Lynne’s legs and by now the was a definite smell of pussy in the air as Lynne reacted to my stroking.

“Is there anything I can get for you?” the stewardess asked Lynne.
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50 Pounds a Time

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Come on. Tell me. ”

“Promise you won’t get mad?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Softball Slut

This happened two years ago. My wife and I have been married for 12 years and at 35, she still is as hot as when we married. During the summer on Fridays when I would come home from working the second shift, my neighbors Pam and Tom would have the fire going and the drinks flowing. So by the time I would come home, everyone would be in a happy mood. So it was no surprise when Kristy called me at work to say that she would be at Pam’s helping her making party food (it was Tom’s turn to host his softball teams after game party) I said OK, but don’t have too much fun until I get home. She just laughed and said it will be hard when all the young men are there.

When I got home the party was going strong, I gave the group a quick Hi and said that I will be right over. I didn’t see Kristy outside but when I got inside I could hear voices coming from the Kitchen and I herd Kristy say slow down we have all night. So I backed up a little so that I could make a louder entrance. Kristy then came out with a tray of ice and cups and a young man who she introduced as Eric. We said are hellos and he took the stuff out to the party. She was wearing her shortest cutoff jeans and her halter-top which I could see was without bra. I could she that she was already a little tipsy and I told her she looked sexy and what she meant we have all night to Eric.

She just looked at the floor and said, you heard that! That’s when she told me how she had told Pam about how I would like to see her fucked by other guys. Pam said since it was close to my birthday she would ask Tom to see if he could set it up with some of his friends from softball. She just looked at me and asked if I was mad? I just gave her a squeeze and a kiss and said no just surprised but very excited. I asked her if she could at least hold off until I return from my shower, she just ran out the door saying she will try.

When I got outside Pam and Kristy were on the deck dancing with 4 guys, Tom was over by the bar with 4 other guys. So I went over and grabbed a beer while Tom introduced me to his friends. Tom asked me if I was filled in and was ok with it. I said if it was ok with Kristy then let’s see what will happen. I did say that 8 might be too many, but Tom said that some will leave and that Pam will take up the slack. It seemed that they have done this a few times and wanted to get Kristy involved.
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Beach Bang

I was walking on the beach early one summer morning. The surf splashed water on my legs as I waded knee deep in the cool ocean.

The beach was empty of other people this morning; which seemed strange to me as it was a relatively hot and humid day.

Off in the distance I spotted the lone figure of what appeared to be a very pretty blonde. She was lying face down on a beach towel, obviously trying to catch a few rays of the warm sun overhead.

Seeing no one else around, I walked towards the pretty fugure before me. Might as well try to make friends with her if she would let me.

As I approached the prone figure; I couldn’t help but notice the long, sexy, legs stretched out on the large towel. Looking up her legs, my gaze stopped at her smooth, round butt. She was wearing a red thong bikini bottom which showed all of her tight, well tanned, ass.

My gaze traveled further up her long slender body. She was topless; face down on the towel. Her face was turned away from me as she seemed unaware of my presence.

I caught a glimpse of one of her pert, alert nipples on one of her small, but well rounded, breasts. This small sight caused a predictable response from me. My penis began to slowly stiffen as I finally arrived at where the blonde beauty was sunning herself.

She suddenly raised herself up off the towel and turned her face towards me. Even though she was wearing sunglasses, I could tell that my appearance had surprised her.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” I appologized. “Didn’t mean to give you a start, pretty lady.”

“It’s alright. I could faintly hear your feet shuffle through the sand as you walked up.” She answered me in a very familiar voice. I knew that voice from somewhere, I just couldn’t quite place it.

She looked at me through the dark lenses of her sunglasses. Most likely she was trying to size me up as a friendly guy or a possible pervert. Which one; I didn’t know.

Her long, silken, blonde hair, fell upon her shoulders. Her mouth was round and full lipped. I knew this pretty lady from somewhere. It was bugging me that I couldn’t remember where it was.

She made no effort to hide her small, but perfectly round breasts, from my sight. The unknown blonde noticed me staring at her perfect, lovely, mounds of womanhood. She also could not help but notice the bulge in my shorts as my manhood was at its fullest.

“Is that for me?” She asked as she took off her sunglasses.
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Shuttle Bus

I knew that my wife was in a flirty mood when she came out of the 7/11 restroom. She had just finished a training session in Florida for her job and we were headed down the interstate to the airport. We stopped to get some beverages and to let her change out of her blue dress so she would be more comfortable on the airplane.

The sharply dressed professional woman who went into that restroom, was replaced by a sexy babe. Slinging her backpack containing her dress over her shoulder, she exited the washroom, and my eyes widened at the sight of her. In place of the flowing dress was a pair of blue-denim short-shorts, and a tight black tank-top with the words “Bad girl” on the front, stretched by her lovely breasts. The combination of the form fitting shirt and it’s low cut neckline exposed a delightful amount of cleavage, guaranteed to catch the eye of any passerby.

We got our drinks and loaded back into the rental car, making our way to the car return. After the surly check-in person finished with us, we made our way to the shuttle bus. It was a small group waiting for the bus, all business travelers, easy to identify because of the ubiquitous laptop cases. When the bus pulled in five of us got on. Two dark haired men traveling together, both in white dress shirts and dark slacks, a blond in polo shirt and khakis and another guy with sandy hair with jeans and a polo. The driver of the bus was a slender black man. Other than my wife the bus was entirely male, and all of us were between 30-45. This situation did not escape my wife’s notice as the bus pulled out into traffic, as she looked me in the eye and said, ” I never thought I’d be writing to Penthouse but…” with a big grin. I smiled in return, and made a mock look of shock and scandal as she made reference to the possibility of a fantasy of hers, a group of men all lavishing her with attention.

I don’t think she meant for anyone else to hear her comment, but the sudden turn of the head and look of surprise on the face of the nearest bus rider, the blond, made it obvious that there was no problem with his hearing. I expected my wife to turn red with embarrassment, but instead she met his gaze, peering over the top of her sunglasses and boldly winking at him. She glanced at me, noting the stunned look on my face was changing into a big grin. As blondie continued to stare at her, my wife shifted in her seat, turning toward him , and bending forward, elbows on knees, causing her breasts to spill further over the top of her shirt.

Nervously, he left his seat, and walked back to where we were seated in the back. My wife continued to smile at him as I continued to smile at her. As he reached our seats, supporting himself on the swaying bus by holding the overhead rail, he tried to strike up a conversation.”

“Hi, I, uhh, where are you…”

“Hi,” responded my wife, putting an end to his verbal fumbling as she reached out her hand and fondled his cock through his khakis.
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Very Dirty Dancing

My wife was a normal, loving, if somewhat shy, twenty-three old. That was until our visit to a special club. The lads and I made a habit of going out on a ‘lads night’ at least once every month, and Gail had often pleaded with me to let her come along. I had managed to fob her off on many an occasion, but she finally insisted that if I didn’t take her she would not let me go either. I decided to confess why I did not want her to come, and poured out the confession that we visited a strip club at the end of our nights out, and this was why I did not want her to come along, besides, it would not be a ‘lads night’ if she did.

Although somewhat upset at first, within a few days, Gail was teasing me that she was coming along to ‘keep an eye’ on me. I had already told the others that I was having problems, and despite expecting them to moan, they all seemed keen for her to come along. It took my closest friend to find out why. Mark told me that all the guys fancied Gail, and the reason the others said that ladies were not welcome, was that they all thought their own wives were ‘mooses’, compared to Gail. Gail had always drawn looks from guys, and it was no wonder. Her hair was a dark auburn mane, flowing down to the middle of her back, and she had a nice pair of firm 36C’s, put this along with her shapely ass, you will understand the attraction.

It took me a while to come to terms with this information, that all my friends were jealous of me as I took Gail to bed every night. I found that I liked the idea of my friends being jealous, and decided to allow Gail to come along. Having told the lads, and then Gail, I waited the following days in a state of near permanent arousal, waiting to see what would unfold on the night.

Mark called me at work on the Friday morning to check that all was still okay for the night out, and he said that all ten of the guys had decided to make the night out, despite two or three always backing out, I took this as a compliment, and smiled all the way home.
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Stacey and the Bachelor Party

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

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

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

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

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

My anticipation of the club only grew in my mind. However, I was not expecting what eventually happened.
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Kissing The Bride

“Kissing the bride is such a sexist tradition.”

“You would prefer that guests just fuck the bride?” I joked.

Kimmy’s reply shocked me. “You would just love that, wouldn’t you Jeff?” Then she stuck her tongue out at me. “You are such a perv.”

Though no prude, she was by all appearances conventional about sex. I enjoyed teasing her about the contrast between her gender liberation and her sexual conservatism. Occasionally, I hinted at the ‘open marriage’ lifestyle I shared with her mother, but never to explicitly. There were certain rules that Ruth, my wife, Kimmy’s mom, insisted on. Not letting family know was one of them.

Like her mother, my step daughter liked to defy expectations. Ever since she was a young girl, life played by Kimmy’s rules, not the other way around. Now as she her wedding approached, her mother, and her future mother-in-law, wanted to run it all. Kimmy would have none of that. So, since her biological father was again half way around the world on an oil rig, she turned to me to mediate.

My reward was watching her, now a week before the wedding, model gowns for me. The stuffy traditional model favored by the mothers, and the low-cut backless sheer designer gown she preferred. With both of them, she wore stay up stockings and an under wire half cup bra. I was so busy bobbing my eyes from her legs to her chest I barely registered the dresses. Still, while she switched back into her casual clothes behind her half shut door, I had sensibly agreed with her choice.

When she emerged, tiny diamond glistening in her ‘slut gut’, I had a hard time not preferring the loveliness of her tan legs bared against the ivory hose, and her extraordinarily large but naturally firm breasts hardly needed the enhancement of the bra. ‘But why,’ I puzzled, ‘did she want the demi-cup? What if her nipples got stiff?’
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Coed Shower

It took me months to talk her into it, going to a nude beach. I remember the first time I mentioned it to my wife Susan, she just looked at me like I was crazy and said “you’ve got to be out of your mind.” We have been married 18 years and have never really done anything too adventurous sexually. Don’t get me wrong, our sex life was great, after 18 years I’m still as turned on by her as I was when we were dating. Susan is 5’6,” 115 pounds and has shoulder length blonde hair. She also has the most beautiful green eyes you ever saw. Her skin is that of a 20 year old, still so soft and smooth. Time has been extremely kind to her.

It was after months of reading erotic stories on the internet that I started thinking I’d like to visit a nude beach. Voyeur and Exhibitionism were my favorite erotic story subjects so the idea of visiting a nude beach would let me experience a little of what I’d been reading. I wanted Susan to go because one of the fantasies I have is to have some guy see her naked. That’s all I wanted, I could never think about some other guy doing anything to her. I just thought it would be a huge turn on to have some stranger see her naked, and to see some good looking naked female strangers too! Like I said, we never did anything too sexually adventurous and Susan was quite shy. When we went to a pool or regular beach she never wore a swimsuit that was too revealing. She always got uncomfortable when she thought some guy was checking her out at the beach even without a revealing swimsuit.

So I kept bringing up the subject a couple times a week for a few months, she always thought it was a stupid idea and kept asking me why it was on my mind all of a sudden. She does not know about all of the erotic story reading I’ve been doing. Finally one day she agreed but only if I didn’t pressure her to get naked if she felt uncomfortable and only if I promised that we would find a secluded part of the beach. I agreed thinking this was the most cooperation I was going to get. I already knew of a place to go about 150 miles from where we lived. I had done my internet research! The following Saturday was the day.

We got to the beach around noon. It was fairly crowded. As we walked along on the beach looking for the right spot we saw some people who had swimsuits on, some women were topless and fewer were completely nude. It was enough to make Susan turn bright red with embarrassment though! Especially when we walk past a naked guy, she just glanced at him and quickly looked away. We kept walking until the crowd thinned out. As I promised her we found a secluded area far from the crowd and stretched out a blanket. She had on a 2-piece swimsuit that wasn’t too revealing but for her it was more than you’d expect. We had a nice afternoon, I got naked for awhile and she would only take her top off after looking both ways down the beach to make sure nobody was walking towards us. We splashed around in the water a bit and got some much needed sun.

When it was time to go I felt a little disappointed that she didn’t go full nude and nobody came anywhere near us anyway, but I had a nice day with my wife and maybe next time she’d let us spend some time around other people. As we were walking back toward the crowd Susan was looking for the showers we saw earlier in the day. She wanted to wash the salt water out of her hair, she always said it always made her hair feel funny the next day. We found the shower and as she was walking up to the entrance she realized there was no “men” or “women” sign. Then we both realized this was a nude beach so there was really no point of having separate showers.
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Football Fun

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My name is Michelle and I enjoy being an exhibitionist. I like to tell true stories of exposing myself or being exposed by my boyfriend. If I get a good response to this story, I’ll write more. I think true stories are much more exciting to read than made up stories, although true stories tend to be a bit less wild.

I had an exciting weekend. My boyfriend Jim took me out on the town on Saturday, and I wore one of the sexy outfits he’d bought me for Valentine’s Day. The cut off crop top and hip hugger type, micro mini skirt were more appropriate for warmer weather, but I was anxious to wear them. It was the first time I’d tried it on, and you wouldn’t believe how low it dips down in front, almost down to my hairline (that is if I wasn’t shaved). You could actually see my hipbones and lot’s of skin lower down when I walked. I felt almost naked. The skirt was almost low enough to expose the tattoo right above my pussy which says, “Watch out, it’s really hot down here” with an arrow pointing down. My bikini panties only just barely cover up what it says down there. I was shaved when the artist wrote it for me, so if I let the hair grow out, it covers the sentence up.

Jim took me out to dinner at a very nice place. I had a black blazer on over the crop top because Jim had snipped a bit too much off the lower portion of the crop top. It was so high, most of my breasts were exposed out of the bottom when I’d reach up or arch my back or put my hands behind my neck. I’m only 34B, but my breasts are still nice and firm for my young 32 years of age. My breasts are topped by what Jim describes as prized, very pink nipples. I’m 5’8″ tall with very long legs. My torso is quite long as well, so when I’m wearing a bikini or crop tops with shorts there is a lot of skin showing. And if you got to know me personally you’d find out I like showing as much skin as possible.

After dinner Jim took me to a nice, rather dark nightclub that had a live band. The club was packed mostly with people in our age group. After three drinks I was feeling no pain and mentioned to Jim that I was getting very warm. He quickly suggested I take off the blazer. I reminded him that I had the short crop top on, that he’d trimmed even shorter, and the hip hugger micro mini skirt that was almost exposing my pussy. He said, so what, we both know you like showing off a bit, and besides I don’t see anyone here that we know. Do you see any of your friends? I had to say that I didn’t see anyone I knew. “Well, then” he said, “why not take off the blazer or at least open the two buttons and see if you don’t feel a lot cooler?” I remember saying “oh I suppose.”

At first I felt more comfortable just unbuttoning the two buttons, but keeping the blazer close together in the front. While sipping still another drink, I felt Jim pulling the blazer all the way open for me. Isn’t he nice? Although there were other young ladies about my age in the place, none of them had crop tops on that were shortened anywhere near as much as mine. Feeling the effects of all the drinks, I was really enjoying all the guys and even their dates or wives seeing so much of my exposed body. At first I was careful to lean forward and keep my elbows on the table to keep the cropped top down. But it wasn’t long before I sat up straight and got a little more careless, exposing the lower part of my breasts for everyone nearby to see. I get very wet between my legs when I know I’m creating a spectacle and I love being noticed. Jim gets quite turned on himself whenever I’m showing a lot of my body. He likes to reach down and open an extra button or two on my already too short skirts. He loves seeing my exposed upper thighs and really gets excited displaying me to complete strangers.
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The Rich Party

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

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

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

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

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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Super Sex Machine

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

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

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

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

I just experienced one of the most amazing weeks of my life! My best friend, Eric, came to visit me for four days. He looks very similar to me, and was mistaken as my brother by those who didn’t know. My wife, the one who has bore two of her father’s children, has always been reserved about sex with anyone else outside the family, but this past week was a major step away from that trend.

Eric wasn’t used to all the walking and exercise I put him through as we explored parts of the local wilderness. When we returned from the jaunt, Eric and Nicole broke into the beer he bought. I was satisfied with my whiskey and cola. After the kids were in bed, Eric asked if he could go into the spa and relax. Nicole and I joined him and put on some great CDs from the 80s and early 90s rock. It made for a very comfortable atmosphere. Nicole sat in between Eric and me in the spa. She put her feet up and we each started to massage her feet. Unknown to me, Eric had been moving up her leg rapidly while I was still rubbing her sole and heel. She put her head back with her eyes closed as his hands were up to her thigh. That got my attention and I figured it was time to help me introduce him to my wife more intimately. I grabbed his hand and guided it over her swimsuit-covered pussy. I moved the spandex fabric aside and inserted my finger between her labia and over her clit. I looked over to my friend who was smiling ear to ear. Although he is married, his wife is not as sexual as Nicole; not even close. I went in the house to grab a round of beers for them and make another drink for myself.

When I came back out, it was clear that he had gotten better acquainted with my wife. She had removed her swimsuit and was sitting naked beside my best friend. Nicole said she wanted to be unrestrained, and sat in the spa water while Eric had his hands rubbing her legs and ass. He was in heaven, having a nude woman beside him. It was only with the help of alcohol that he was able to maintain any staying power. I told him to join me as we each suckled at her breasts. My lovely wife reached down and removed my swim trunks and tossed them out of the spa, leaving only Eric with any clothing. She told him to get free, so he did. It was an absolutely erotic scene that was consented to by all of us. Nicole was thoroughly enjoying being loved on by two men, I enjoyed seeing my best friend appreciate my wife sexually, and he was enjoying have a female who desired his touch and attention. After I guided his hand back into the depths of her labia to stroke her clit, he realized he wouldn’t be able to last much longer and told Nicole he was getting close. She decided it would be best to take the party up to our bedroom.
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Fucking Myself

I sit down at my computer desk, enjoying the feel of the soft leather chair on my naked skin. I’ve just had another unsatisfying night with my boring boyfriend, and my pussy is aching with need. I can feel my juices leaking onto the chair below me, puddling onto the slick material. All I can think about is the throbbing between my legs and how badly I need to cum.

I turn on my webcam and wonder who will be watching me tonight. I roll one nipple between my fingers, casually teasing myself, showing my camera my 32E breasts as I twist and flick the pale, hard nubs. I reach down and plunge two fingers into the wetness there, then rub my pussy juice onto my rapidly stiffening nipples. My breasts are glistening with arousal, and I lift one breast to my mouth, licking and sucking the juice from my smooth, pale skin.

I take one hand and begin to slowly rub the outside of my pussy lips, skimming my clit, but not touching it. I stroke my thighs and rub soft fingers around the outside of my cunt, teasing, feeling the juices from my pussy dripping onto my chair and onto the shaved skin surrounding it. Flipping back my long, dark hair, I aim the webcam directly at my pussy, then spread my legs wide to display the rosy, slick slit for anyone who happens to be watching. My pussy lips are swollen and hot, and I spread them open to display my tight, aching hole to the camera.

I grab my smallest vibrator from the drawer beside me. Six inches long, slender, and purple, I can already feel it buzzing against my clit. First, though, I lick the tip, pretending it’s a real cock, then suck the head into my mouth. I imagine a hot, stiff dick in place of the vibrator, and slide it down my throat, fucking my mouth with it and getting it nice and wet. Holding it to the the skin just above my clit, I turn it to the lowest setting. A moan escapes my mouth, and I can’t wait any longer. I open my dancer’s legs as far as I can and press the vibrator directly to my clit, sliding two fingers into my cunt with the the other hand. I slide them in and out a couple times, then turn the vibrator up to full. I can feel an orgasm crashing towards me, and shove three fingers inside my slit, pumping them in and out of my pussy as the vibrator stimulates my clit. I’m so turned on that it only takes a couple more seconds before I cum explosively, moaning, lifting my hips to push my fingers further in. My pussy is clenching my fingers, and my pussy juice is squirting onto my hands and even dripping its way onto the floor as my hips continue to buck.

Breathing heavily, I slowly come down from my orgasmic wave, slowly kneading one large breast in my hand. My pussy is still throbbing, and I gently begin to push the tip of the switched-off vibrator in and out, fucking myself just with the tip. I’m so wet and slick that it slides in without difficulty, and my arousal is growing too fast to be satisfied with the slender toy. I reach for my favourite toy- the ten inch long, two and a half inch thick dildo. It’s a little rubbery, but my tight pussy can hardly take its girth.

I’m so covered in pussy juice that I don’t bother to lube it up. Instead, I simply begin to push the wide tip into the tight hole, thinking as I do about the hard shaft about to split me in two. Two, three, four inches, and I’m aching for more. My cunt is stretched almost to the limit, trying to take in the huge cock, and I keep pushing, legs spread wide. Five, six, seven inches, and I feel like I’m stuffed to the limit, but I need it all, and suddenly I’ve got ten inches of dildo stuffed inside my frantically aroused pussy. I pull it out, just a couple inches, then shove it back in again, pounding it home like a hard cock. I fuck myself with it, I cry out, I’m so turned on I can’t think about anything but thrusting that thick dildo into my pussy.

I feel the orgasm shuddering up within me, and I fuck myself faster and faster as the heat rises up within me. Finally, I explode, moaning and bucking my hips for my invisible voyeurs. The orgasm lasts almost twenty seconds. I’m shaking and squirting juice onto the already soaking wet chair, and I don’t even have the energy to remove the thick shaft still inside me.

In the end, I lie naked in my chair in a puddle of my own juices, dildo stuck inside my pussy, satisfied and wondering if anyone else enjoyed my performance.

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My Ex At The Adult Movie Theater

I think about this adventure, quite often My ex and i use to play around a lot with couples and females and we use to go out and find fun places and have sex. One of her fav places to do it was a adult movie theater here in town (now closed and replaces with a business) We would go there every cpl of weeks. She would wear a short skirt and a tank top with no bra, under the skirt were no panties, well this was normal for her she never wore panties.

Well this night we went to the theater, she was feeling super horny she had already gave me a blow job on the way there. As we entered the theater there were several guys standing in front. As we walked by the were staring at her and she knew it. Knowing this she bent over like she was picking up a penny as she did so her skirt slid up to show her ass and pussy off. You could almost hear them taking a deep breath as they saw her shaved pussy and thick pussy lips.

She stood up and looked back at them and smiled and blew them a kiss.

We entered the building and bought our tickets and a cup of ice which will come in to play later. We went into the theater are and sat in the middle of the room (this use to be a regular theater that had been turned into a adult one.)so we sat down and we noticed that the guys that were outside were rushing in to get seats close to us it seemed like they were forming a circle around us. This really made me excited and i know it did her too.
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Dare To Get Wet

We had been partying at a friends house and the topic of the wet T-shirt contest at one of the clubs came up. The guys though we should all go down there and that I should enter the contest. At first I didn’t want to do it, saying all those girls are professional contestants, this is how they make their money and I wouldn’t stand a chance up against them. Well all the guys wanted to go and watch, so we all went down there to watch.

Being a little older than most of the girls that entered these contest, I still hold my own pretty good after having one child. I am a real blonde, don’t ask me to prove it, because I keep her pretty much shaved. I am by no means a hard body, but I am still shapely, with what I am told is a killer ass and wear a thong bikini with no problem at all. I have “C” breasts that don’t quite stand up there on their own anymore, but not one guy has ever turned their eyes away when I flash them, which I have been known to do when I drink.

We continued to drink, the contest didn’t start until 11:30, I was doing shots of tequila so I was feeling confident and ready to party, the guys turned to begging, daring me and calling me chicken, not one to pass on a dare let alone be called chicken, and I had been drinking more than plenty, agreed to it, hell I loved showing off my body and they all knew it, especially my husband. When it was time for the contestants to go get ready. I was wearing a pair of jeans, a little cropped button up shirt and sandals. After cutting up the shirt they provided, there wasn’t much left of it, I knew the jeans had to go if I wanted any chance at the prize money, most of the other girls had on bikini bottoms, thongs and panties…. none of which I had, so I made a thong sorta bikini bottom thing out of the left over T-shirt material.

We had a few minutes before the contest started so I ran out and gave my husband my clothes so that I would know where they were when the contest was over and I could quickly get dressed at the end of the contest and would not have to go to the back room again. I had done these contests before and had ended up mostly naked in the past. I got a lot of cheers from my cheering section and made a few more friends real quick as I giggled and wiggled across the club dance floor with my tits about to fall out the bottom of my shirt and nothing covering my ass but a couple of strings. I got another quick shot of courage and then went back stage, a few guys actually got a quick feel as they patted my ass for luck, yeah right, and told me I could be a winner. We had to wait another 15 minutes before all the BS was over and the contest started.
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Wife Goes Commando

Cyn and I have always enjoyed a good sex life over our almost 30 years of marriage. This is one episode which helped keep things interesting and fun in our earlier years…

We were in our mid twenties, having been married a few years. We had two young children and were thrilled with getting invited to a wedding as it would give us a night out without the kids. Cyn is definitely a MILF… a petite girl at five foot 2 and less than 120 pounds, cute with short blonde hair, 36d breasts, a nice shape and shapely legs that make a perfect ass of themselves.

It was a nice summer evening and we were both excited to get out and have some fun. We talked about having a little naughty fun and Cyn obliged by wearing a sexy black wrap dress made out of a thin and clingy t-shirt material. It was about knee length and low cut in front, showing off her cleavage and the fabric followed her shapely waist and butt. As the wrap opened as she moved, her tan and shapely legs were visible high up her thighs whenever she moved. When it clung to her it looked like a second skin and it made me hard just seeing her in it.

The reception was at a parish hall, adjoining a parochial school and playground. We had several drinks and danced and Cyn caught many an eye as she looked so attractive and sexy. She was having a lot of fun and also had plenty to drink, which seemed to make her a little more flirtatious than usual. Fortunately drink can also make her pretty horny.

Not too late in the evening we stepped outside for some fresh air. We wandered over to the playground, which was near the hall and yet fairly dark. Although we were within 40 or 50 feet of the hall entrance and could hear the music playing and people talking outside the hall, we began to kiss and make out passionately.

Our hands began to roam over each other and when I reached down to fondle her ass through the thin material of her dress; I could feel what I suspected in the reception… she had either no panties on, or thongs. Either way her ass cheeks were open to the night breezes! A little naughty for my fairly conservative wife, I thought. But I liked it!
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Drive In The Country

From the day that we met online, Mitch and I hit it off. We talked often, and told each other a lot about ourselves. One day, he picked me up several blocks from my house, to have lunch in this out of the way café. A place that gave us privacy to talk about anything, soon our conversation took an unexpected but delightful turn towards our sexual fantasies.

Mitch looks around the room, then leans over and asks, “Do you like to masturbate?”

My body responded before my lips did and I felt my nipples harden and my clit swell with arousal. Thinking back, I could remember that by the age of ten I had already discovered that touching certain areas of my body made me feel good. Many a night, I spent, fingering my nipples and cunt, until I quivered with excitement.

I blush, giggle, and replies, “Why yes, doesn’t everybody?”

Before he could respond I flash him a sultry look and asked, “Do you like to masturbate?”

He blushes and replies Yes, especially when I am talking to friends like you online. You are one sexy hot redhead and you make my blood boil.”

I shift in my chair feeling the wetness accumulate on my panties, and ask, “Mitch, when did you have your first sexual experience?”

I could tell by his reaction, that he was hesitant in telling me when. I took a hold of his chin and look him straight in the eyes. “Baby, nothing you say will alarm me baby, because I have a varied sexual appetite that includes some taboo subjects.

Mitch’s, eyes came alive with excitement and he replies, “Oh really? God that is so hot.” He pauses to watch my reaction then says, “Then you won’t be surprised that my first experience was incestuous in nature and happened when I was twenty-two.”

My body trembles and I admit, “Oh my god, I would love to hear about that.”

Mitch lowers his head, shifts in his chair and answers, “Maybe some other time, doll. Right now, my dick is too hard for me to think straight.”
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I Get Shared

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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Wild Drunken Party Night

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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