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Swimming Lessons

My name is Karla and I’m thirty years old and in my second marriage. My new husband David is purchasing a larger sailboat. We intend to do some cruising and he has a lot of free time and we would perhaps go on some lengthy trips.

I had never learned to swim and at my age found myself enrolled in swimming lessons. I’m fine with boats just never learned to swim. The idea is for me to learn at least enough to save myself and the fact I love water helps make it interesting for me.

I was going three times per week to the club where David had a membership that offered afternoon classes and it was sort of nice that most of the people there were ladies. They were almost all much older then me but I knew a lot of them from the various clubs so I was comfortable.

I had bought a couple of semi bikini two piece bathing suits. I modelled them in front of the mirror when I got home and didn’t really care for what first hit my eyes. I have long black hair past my shoulders and of course I have the same below and just a little too much of it was poking out around the edges of that narrow strip style of bottom.

I decided to take care of that right away as my lessons started the next day. I went in the shower and let the water run on me as I soaped my tummy and pubic area until the jet black hair was laying down and almost looked like ringlets. I got a good lather with some soft lotion soap that would be easy on my skin.

I took the razor that I use under my arms, clicked a new blade in it and started around the outer edges. I trimmed from the outside in until it was smooth and there was only a strip left. I shaved between my legs all the way along and worked at getting it even. I was left with a trimmed strip that barely even covered the centre part of my private area.

I turned on the water and used the hand held to flush the bits of hair down the drain and then turned the warm spray on me and rinsed myself. I was a bit tender with slight razor burns. My skin is quite soft so I rubbed the area a bit with a skin lotion and it felt better and I rinsed and used my hand to comb it. The shaving and the touching and looking at myself down there in the mirror got to be a bit erotic.

I found myself going to the lotion soap and lathering the area again. I slid my finger between my legs opening the lips gently so I could rub inside my sensitive slit. The warm water sprayed over my body as I lay back and gently moved my finger until the wicked sexy sensation started. I used two fingers with one on each side of the sensitive little hard spot just touching it gently. When I inserted my middle finger between the soft folds I was again reminded how I was still small and tight there almost like when I was young.
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Office Competition

Surprisingly one of my most interesting sexual experiences began with a sales competition at work.

Three months prior to the experience I am about to share we set up a new sales team at our office comprised of three women. Up until that point my co-worker Matt and I had done all of the outside sales for the regional office of a large computer systems company. The new team, who we referred to as the girls, included Lisa, Marie and Jennifer. They are all in their early 30’s, unattached and are really cool. They all had a great attitude and worked hard and played hard. Each of them had some industry experience; they got along like life-long buddies and were proving to be quite a good sales team. Although as far as Matt and I were concerned they couldn’t hold a candle to us.

In January the company set up a little competition between our team and the girls’ team. Besides a nice bonus, the winners would get a trip to Jamaica. The competition would last for a quarter and even though the girls had us out numbered we felt we had a sure thing. We had the major accounts and knew the market.

By the end of the first week in March we were $200,000 ahead of the girls and decided to invite them to happy hour to gloat a bit. We grabbed a big booth at a bar near the office and when the waitress arrived Matt and I ordered a beer. Lisa said, “Yes beers all around and 5 shots of tequila.”

After our third round of beers and shots the girls were getting pretty rowdy and we were doing a good job of rubbing in our $200K lead. Then Jennifer stood up and said, “big deal, we’re going to kick your ass.”

“Yeh right,” I responded.

“Ok big guy,” said Marie “let’s sweeten the pot … if we win, you two guys will be our slaves for an evening, if you win we’re yours.” Matt and I were both dumb struck.

“What’s the matter super salesmen, cat got your tongue?” said Jennifer.

I looked at Matt and said, “they’re nuts,” then I turned to the girls and told them they were on.

Looking back on things now, it was pretty obvious we were set up. The girls closed a major account with a national retailer the next week. They had this in their pocket all the time and played us like absolute suckers.

On April 1st Matt and I both got the same email. “Hello fools or should I say slaves. Show up at Marie’s house 2412 Canyon Drive at 6pm on Saturday … doesn’t be late. Bring some casual clothes to change in to after your chores.”

Well a bets a bet so Matt and I hooked up about 4 pm for a few pre humiliation beers. It had been a hot day in LA so we were both wearing shorts and t-shirts. We expected to clean house, serve drinks and be generally teased by the girls. The following morning they were heading off for Jamaica so we assumed they would spend a good part of the evening rubbing that in our noses.

We showed up at 5:59 pm and our expectations weren’t that far off. The girls met us drinks in hand in their new tropical leisure attire … sarongs and sexy halter tops. They all looked stunning. Lisa and Marie are both tall lean brunettes while Jennifer is bit shorter but has one of those great curvy, well endowed bodies. “Hi losers,” they greeted us in unison, “time to get to work.” For the first hour we served them rum drinks and appetizers while they chatted in the living room. We cleaned the kitchen, the bathrooms and the pool. They’d occasionally check in on us to tell us what losers we were, give cleaning orders, and generally just laugh at us. About every 20 minutes or so they’d yell slaves, slaves our drinks are empty and we’d mix them another round.
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Lisas Beach Encounter

Lisa had always been the shy type, the kind who would rather sit at home with a good book or video than go out on a Friday night. The kind that was never prone to being spontaneous of taking more chances than was absolutely necessary in life.

And so as she walked down the nude beach, towel in hand, minus all of her clothes, feeling very vulnerable, she wondered what on earth gave her such an idea in the first place. This was the most daring thing she had done since high school, and had only decided to visit this nude beach on her holiday after her best friend gave her a lecture on how she should do more to try an enjoy life, and take a few chances instead of sitting at home on her computer all day, or visiting her local library or sci-fi club.

However, walking down this beach filled with people wearing only their birthday suits, and noticing the glares of men who were finding it hard to keep their bodies under control after seeing her beautiful figure, she had stretched her nerves to the very limit, and she quickly made her way to the south end of the beach and past the rock cliffs, where she had been told by her friend Kelly that few people went, and that Lisa would be safe there is she was feeling too threatened.

She found a spot in the sand under the shade of a rock formation, and settled down on her beach towel with a good book after making sure every inch of her fair skin was well covered with sunscreen. The last thing she wanted was sunburn, especially on her breasts, which she thought would be quite unpleasant, and was not about to find out how it felt for herself.

She stretched out her legs and wiggled the sand out from between her toes, taking a final look around to make sure no one was near before she allowed herself to relax in her naked form.

Lisa hated to admit to herself that the sensation of wearing nothing in a public place was exciting her very much, and she couldn’t help the fact that her nipples were stiffening, and every now and again when a cool sea breeze swept over her skin she felt a tingle between her legs.

It had only been a few minutes before Lisa realized her choice of book for the day was not helping her overcome her excitement. Unfortunately she had only bought one, which was a romance whose descriptive sexual passages were causing a wetness to form between her legs.

Lisa had only ever been in one serious relationship in her life, which ended when she found out the bastard was cheating on her, and she rarely dated. She found comfort in romance novels, and the hope that one day she may find true love and be happy like the characters in her books.

She threw down the book in frustration as she felt a trickle of moisture start to run down her thigh, and resisted the temptation to touch herself, knowing that if she did so she would probably not be able to stop herself from going further, and would not allow herself under any circumstances to masturbate in public.

Instead she turned her attention to the sea, and watched the waves rolling in, hitting the shore and smashing into the sand before being pulled back into the ocean.

It was then the she heard a voice from her right, and jumped in fright, although pleased that she didn’t allow herself to scream, which would have been far more embarrassing.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to startle you” the voice apologized, and Lisa looked up to see a tall, muscular man standing to her right, as naked as she was, with a bronzed body and a large penis, which was now semi erect at the sight of Lisa’s hot body.

“Well you did” she frowned, feeling very self-conscious, and not knowing at all how to deal with the situation.

“I’m sorry,” he said taking a seat on the sand close by her side, too close for her comfort, but what could she do? “I saw you come back here before. Don’t you like people?”
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Hot Wife Sucks Off The Team

One night, when my wife Peggy and I were making out and she had my cock in her hand and I played with her clit, she asked me about my buddies, the guys I played basketball with. They always make a big deal about her breasts whenever she comes to the games, or goes out with us afterward for beers. They tease her unmercifully.

“Do they act like that with every girl?” she asked, trying not to be too curious.

“No,” I said. “They just go nuts over your boobs. They’re always asking what they’re like and stuff.”

“Really?” she said, her hand quickening on my cock.

“Why?” I asked.

She blushed and hid her face against my chest. “I have this fantasy sometimes …”

“Tell me.”

“I go to the game and then afterwards, you guys take me someplace and I get drunk and you make me strip in front of your friends …and they masturbate while they look at my breasts.”

The thought of her flashing those fabulous jugs in front of my buddies did give me kind of thrill. I knew the guys would go nuts if something like that happened. And the more I thought about it, the more it turned me on. I knew it would give her a thrill to show off her tits like that and I’d been bragging for a long time how great they were to my buddies. Hmmm.

About a week later, we had another game at the park and we won by a couple of points. Afterward, since it was Al’s birthday, we went to his house to celebrate. Peggy went with us, of course and Al made a pitcher of “Zombies” for everybody. It wasn’t long before we were all feeling pretty good, especially Peggy, who never drinks much. Somehow she had managed to down two of those damn things and was fairly plastered. You can always tell when my wife is drunk, she gets this “fuck me” look in her eyes that drives guys nuts.

We were still wearing our shorts and t-shirts which by now we’re pretty rank so we ditched the shirts. As the evening wore on, somebody, Al, I think wanted a picture of the team wearing just their jockstraps. He wanted to put it on his internet site. We all laughed about it, and then decided to do it. With Peggy watching we dumped out shorts and stood there in jock-straps while she took our picture out by Al’s pool. After she took the pictures everybody dived into the water and we cooled off for awhile. When we went back into the house to watch ESPN, none of us wanted to put our sweaty shorts back on over our wet jocks, so we just walked around with our asses hanging out. Peggy kidded us about it, but it was clear she was a little embarrassed and a little turned on.

Later, I was talking to Al and I asked him what he wanted for his birthday, since I hadn’t brought anything with me.

“Look, buddy, just between us, and no offense, but what I would like is a good look at your wife’s tits.”

We laughed, but when I looked across the room at my wife I felt a pulsing between my legs.

I took Peggy into the kitchen and started making out with her. I had my hand underneath her blouse, playing with her boobs through her bra, working my thumb inside the D cups that held her twin 38’s so I could tease her nipples.

“Those guys would die if they could see these babies …see big they are, how thick your nipples are …they’d get instant hard-ons.”

She groaned at the thought I put in her head. “I’d like to see their dicks all big and hard …” she whispered. “Shake my tits in front of them so they wanna jack off.”

She arched her back and pushed her tits in my face and moaned.

“Listen, uh …Al told me what he wants for his birthday.”

She rubbed my hard cock through my jock. “What …”

“He wants to see your tits …”

Peggy smiled, thinking he was joking. “Oooh, how naughty, bring him in, I’ll suck his cock.”
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Hot Wife Orgy

I’m a shy, introvert, smaller-than-average endowed husband with a beautiful, extrovert, larger-than-average busted wife. We had fantasized for years about bringing other people into our sex life before we actually took the plunge. We decided that we would attend a swingers club in a neighboring town that a friend of Shelley’s had told her about.

When we arrived at the club, the host introduced himself as Leo, a Latin looking guy wearing shorts and a muscle shirt. Leo immediately ignored me and, grabbing Cynthia by the arm, gave her the grand tour of the premises while I followed along behind. We walked down a corridor to a door marked “Gang-Bang Room”. The floor was upholstered and looked like one large mattress. There were also several raised benches, a circular bench in the center and mirrors on the ceiling.

“Every Friday night is gang-bang night”, said Leo. “We allow single guys in and they, along with several of our male staff, show a lucky gal the time of her life.”

“We’re more interested in swinging with another couple” I said. Leo shrugged and we went back into the corridor.

He then showed us through another door with a large sign on it that read “Hot Wife Room”. The room had gray stone walls, high ceilings, and a large round red cushioned bench centered between two large mirrors. There were doors on each side of the mirrors but he did not offer to show us what was behind them.

He explained that we were in luck that since it was Saturday, it was “Hot Wife Night” and looking at Cynthia he said that he hoped to see us later. He then pointed us to the locker room and told us to shower and put on the robes that we would find in each locker.

Cynthia looked at me and asked if I was sure that I wanted to go through with this. I responded that I would if she would and gave her a quick kiss. With that she went into the Ladies locker room and I went into the Men’s.

As I entered the warm room, I saw that it was empty except for a small naked man with what appeared to be a small cage over his very small penis. He announced in a nasal voice that he was the attendant. He showed me to the last aisle where I undressed and stowed my clothes in the far locker.

The attendant said he was just going for the robes and towels and walked out. With the towel on its way I streaked to the showers. I was so relieved that there were individual showers instead of one long wall of showerheads like there was in high school. I always skipped gym class so that the other guys wouldn’t see my 4″ boy-dick. I was so relieved, in fact, that I forgot to wait for a towel and just jumped in the shower. As I was rinsing off the soap I heard voices in the locker area. After I shut the water off, I stuck my head out of the stall and looked frantically for something to cover up with. Damn it, I thought, that little bastard forgot to bring the towel. This is crazy, I thought, high school is long past and after all, I am in a swing club. I took a deep breath and started toward the doorway. Unlike the guys in school who always sauntered around the locker room with their big cocks a-swinging, my flaccid little willie just stuck out and bounced slightly as I walked.
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Jill Becomes a Hot Wife

My name is Randy, my wife is Jill. This story is how we made our lives exciting and probably saved our marriage. We had been married almost 8 yrs now and our sex life was dull at best. Jill was not very open about sex and sometimes she even acted as if it were dirty and disgusting. When I tried to talk about it and give her ideas, to get her to open up a bit, she would get mad and accuse me of not loving her the way she was.

One day she was shopping at the mall and she saw a young woman being followed be several young men. She noticed that every now and then, the girl would stop and bend over or raise a leg or stretch across something. When she did this it would expose the slit between her legs.

My wife, being just a little naive, confronted the young lady and said, “every time you bend over, your female parts are being exposed to all.” The young girl replied, “That is the whole idea.”

Jill was astonished and asked, “What do you mean, you are doing that on purpose.”

The girl responded, “It makes me hot to know other men are looking at me.”

Jill just stood there for a few minutes and thought about it. At first she thought, how can anyone be turned on by something like that? But as she was thinking about it she felt her pussy starting to get wet as it started to throb. Not something she was familiar with.

Now Jill was a very attractive woman in her mid thirties. She was tall with very long legs. Her breasts were large and shapely. Her only problem was she was so conservative about her body. Even though she kept her body hidden she still turned a lot of heads.

Jill started following this girl around the mall and watched. The more she watched the hotter she became. She found herself getting so worked up watching the young men watched the girl expose herself, that she had to leave and go home.

Luckily for me I was home when she arrived. She had hardly set her purse down when she said, “I want you to fuck me right now” and she headed to the bedroom. She did not have to ask me twice, although I did think it was a bit out of character for her. But I was not going to complain. I walked into the bedroom and she was already naked as she grabbed me by the belt and pulled me to the bed. She undid my pants and threw them to the floor. She grabbed my hard cock, with eager force, and shoved it in her mouth.

I could not believe how she was acting, but I liked it, it was so exciting I could not hold back as I exploded into her mouth. She sucked every last drop from my cock, which was a first for her, she always said it was gross and would make her vomit.

She then grabbed my head and shoved it between her legs and began fucking my face with her wet pussy. I had never seen her so wet. Within a few minutes of my tongue licking up and down her dripping wet slit, she shot her sweet juices into my waiting mouth.
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Cute Wife Gets It

I have to share this experience. I have always been turned on by the idea of wife sharing. My wife is very cute and small, and for some reason I am turned on when men give her that look. We expected these thoughts and ideas to remain fantasy.

Tabbi was asked to dance once at a bachelor party. She of course refused, but I think it flattered her. She certainly made me hard when she told me about the proposal. We have teased with the idea since, but she always said that she could not do anything like that.

Older men around the yacht club are always flirting with her. She dismisses this as cute and flattering. They are always polite and respectful as they shoot compliments at her. She thinks they are only only being nice. This is true, but she does not know about a particular serious offer from one older gentleman in his early sixties. He offered a nice sum if she would simply spend a little time on his boat and entertain him privately. He only wanted her parading around in a swimsuit for a little while. I wanted her to do it for free, but I did not expect her to do it. She was always too modest publicly.

She is thirty years old, five feet, and 101 pounds. Therefore, everyone thinks she is even younger. Her bottom has a great shape that anyone can’t help but to notice. She keeps her toes perfectly painted and her pussy almost completely shaved during the summer. This makes swimsuits say you need to fuck me.

Other than a little fantasy about what if she had danced at the bachelor party, I always assumed that she would never go through with anything sexual outside of our marriage except maybe a little teasing. She has teased a little when she was in the mood, but I never say any indications that she would ever do anything more

She enjoys posing for me to take sexy pictures. These were usually tasteful nudes and never pornographic. We finally decided to have a professional photographer do a shoot with her in our home. I was a little surprised but extremely excited about someone seeing her completely nude. I was hoping that she did not get too shy and not totally get nude for these pictures.

They took several pictures with her half covered before she warmed up and uncovered completely. She knew this was turning me on along with the photographer. He kept touching her to pose and position her. It soon became obvious that he was taking advantage of the opportunity to touch her. I was suggesting certain things so he knew that I didn’t mind and that I as turned on by it all.
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The Party House

I had heard stories about secret, underground parties held at a house off campus. Supposedly, they were the wildest parties you could imagine. According to the rumors, there was all kinds of crazy stuff going on there.

I was very curious to find out first hand.

One day I heard through the grapevine that one of these parties was going down that weekend. I had to be there! The only problem was I had no idea if it was true, or if they’d even let strangers in.

Well, I figured there was only one way to find out. I decided I’d have the best chance to get in if I looked sexy. I put on my tightest pair of jeans. They were cut so low that you’d be able to see my pubic hair if I didn’t shave myself nearly bald. I also wore a tight, skimpy tank top that barely held my braless 36C breasts. If I bent over, they just about spilled out the top.

I finished my hair and makeup and looked in the mirror. I thought I looked damn good. Good enough that any guy would probably let me into the party.

I got to the house and saw a few cars. The driveway was long, and the house was set back from the road, so I couldn’t see what was going on. As I walked up the driveway I heard music playing and figured it was the right place.

I was a little nervous, but went and knocked on the door anyway, not sure what I’d say when it was answered.

“Damn, hello sexy!” said the handsome guy that quickly opened the door and stepped outside closing it behind him as he checked out my body, obviously focusing on my breasts.

He was tall, probably 6’2″ or so and looked like he had a great body. His facial features were incredible. He had a strong jaw line, great lips, and beautiful blue eyes. And he had very trendy, longish shaggy hair.

“Hello sexy yourself,” I answered.

“So you want to get into our party?” he asked

“Absolutely,” I smiled. “I hear they’re the best parties around campus!”

“Yeah, they definitely are,” he laughed. “But do you know what our parties are like?”

“Well, I heard they’re pretty wild, but I don’t know anything else,” I told him.

“You’re gonna have to prove that you’re ready for our kind of party before I let you in.” he said with a wicked grin.

“How do I do that?” I asked with genuine curiosity.

Without saying another word, he undid he belt and dropped his jeans and boxers to the ground, exposing a beautiful, meaty, perfectly shaved cock and balls.
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In The Hot Tub

We had been in and out of the pool most of the day, and Andre, Elizabeth’s boyfriend, and I were relaxing in the hot tub. Mom had taken the kids earlier to play miniature golf, and were not due back for a couple of hours still. My husband Michael and Elizabeth came out onto the patio, having changed out of their bathing suits.

“How does pizza sound?” asked Michael.

“Good by me!” said Andre enthusiastically.

“Alright then. I’m not familiar with this area, so Beth is going to come with me. Anything else we need to get while we are out?”

“More beer!” Andre said again, with a smile.

“I want some more Diet Coke,” I said, “and mushrooms on my pizza.”

We called out a few more things, and the two of them left. Andre hopped out and walked over to the cooler, picking out fresh soda and asked if I wanted one, which I did. I watched his wet suit cling to his bum as he leaned over the cooler and for a minute fantasized about seeing him naked. Beth had told me a number of times about was sex with him was like, and I was envious. Michael is great, but we’ve been together for 15 years now, and things have settled into their ways. As Andre headed back to the hot tub, I caught myself staring at the suit that clung to his manhood and wondered what it would be like fully erect and in my hand. My nipples grew erect through the thin fabric of my light blue one piece, and I considered slipping lower in the water to hide them, but decided to let Andre see them.

He put the drinks down on the edge of the tub and slipped in, moving to the other side of me and sitting down on the little bench, our hips touching. He reached across me for his drink, his hand and forearm sliding across my ample breasts (all 40DD of them) and he definitely felt my hard nips running along his arm. As he drew his arm back, he pretended (badly I should add) to twist to look at something over his shoulder, purposely pressing his arm harder into my breasts as he did so. I let it go, letting him have the cheap thrill.

We chatted for a few minutes, then I announced I was going to get out and take a shower, then get dressed before they came back with the pizza.

“Hey, Ginny,” he said quickly, and I could hear the change in his voice. “Can I ask you a favor?”

“I guess so, sure,” I said, a little tentative.

“We’ve known each other for what, three years now?” he started, a nervous twinge in his voice. “I made it no secret I always found you attractive, long before I started dating Beth, right?” I nodded. Despite myself, I could feel my nipples growing even harder. Could he really be going to ask me something sexual? “I’ve never had the courage before, and can’t believe I’m going to ask this. I love your sister and all, and wouldn’t do anything to hurt her. And I know you’d never do anything to upset Michael. I’ve watched you for so long now, since that time we…”

“Jesus, Andre,” I said, cutting him off. “Ask your favor already.”

He smile and cleared his throat. “Okay then, here goes. Can I see your breasts? I have always wanted to. Just a look, I promise. You will make me a happy man.”
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Hayley At The Nude Beach

I woke with the sun shining through my bedroom window and smiled. My wife, Hayley and I had discussed going to Cobbler’s, our favourite nude beach, that day, but a weather report the night before had said it might rain. It was, however, ‘perfect beach weather’, as they say.

Hayley was already up. I got up too and walked downstairs to the bathroom. Hayley was in there having a shower. I walked in and had a piss, then turned to watch her.

Hayley and I have been married for three years. One of the first things that had attracted me to her was that she was, like me, an exhibitionist (in fact, on the night that I met her in a bar, I had been watching her dancing when I saw that she had let her blouse fall open so that her tits were hanging out). She loved posing for nude photos (some of which I had posted on the net) and when I told her that I liked going to nude beaches, she told me she had never been to one but was keen to see what it was like. She loved it, of course.

Hayley is 32 years old, and while I’m biased, I think she’s gorgeous. She has long, red hair, a wide, sensuous mouth, blue eyes and pale skin dusted with freckles on her face, arms, legs and the top of her chest. She is of slender build, but has large, slightly pendulous breasts with pale pink nipples. Her pussy is naturally covered with a mass of curly red pubes, but she usually has it shaved, especially when she plans on going nude in public, so that her slit can be more easily seen.

Hayley had just finished washing her hair. “Don’t forget to shave,” I said.

“You want to do the honors?” she asked.

“My pleasure,” I said, picking up my razor from beside the washbasin. Hayley stood with one foot on the raised side of the shower, and rubbed a bar of soap over her crotch. I knelt down in front of her. There was about a week’s growth of red stubble on it which I carefully shaved away, pressing my thumb over her slit towards the end of the operations so as not to cut her puffy labia. When she was quite smooth, she rinsed herself off, and I planted a kiss on her cool, wet cunt.

“You want to do me?” I asked. I stepped into the shower beside her. I hadn’t shaved my cock for a while, and there was quite growth of dark hair around the base of it and on my balls. Hayley soaped me up too, jerking my dick a bit to get it hard, which made it easier to shave. After about ten minutes of scraping with the razor, my dick and balls were as smooth as a little boy’s.

We got out of the shower. Hayley dried herself off. She didn’t bother to put on any underwear, but pulled on a short, sleeveless, white cotton dress. The material clung nicely to her tits. I put on a T-shirt and a pair of shorts.

The drive to the beach took about half an hour. We parked the car at the small car park above it, walked along the railing of the sports oval adjoining it, then made our way down the rocky slope that leads to the beach. Emerging out of the undergrowth, we walked along the strip of grass (on which there are invariably a few naked men lying) and reached the beach itself. I was thrilled to see it quite crowded, with a good number of women and a few families.
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Boat Fun

Last month my wife and I had the most exhilarating sexual experience of our marriage. The couple next door and invited us and one of my co-workers to a day on their new pontoon boat on a large lake near our North Carolina home. The neighbors, Ted and Susan, had meet Craig my co-worker and his wife Lacie at one of our backyard barbeques and us three couple hit it off quite well.

Theresa and I, as well as Ted and Susan, are in our early forties, both with two kids each, while Craig and Lacie are about ten years younger and childless. Theresa and Susan are both about the same size, and though heavier than in their youth, both are still well proportioned and still quite attractive; the good looking MILF of legend. Theresa is 5’4″, about 135#, and wears a very full 34C bra. Both women wear the hair just off their shoulders in fashionable but practical hair cuts.

Lacie, having not bore any children, still had her youthful figure; about 5’5″ and maybe 110 #. Her breasts looked to be more of a perky 34B and it was all capped by the most angelic face to grace an adult woman. Craig had confided to me that is was all show; there was nothing angelic about Lacie.

We met at the lake and after bringing our supplies aboard off we went. The lake is very large man-made and because it is used as an area water supple there are no homes along the shoreline. It is especially irregular in shape with many coves and bays all surrounded by forest. The plan was to cruise for awhile and then find an unoccupied cove for swimming and a cookout on the party boat’s built in gas grill.

As we cruised in and out of the various inlets, we three guys hung to the back of the boat under the roof that covered the rear section of the boat and the ladies went to the front to catch the sun on the uncovered part. As we started off we stripped down to our swim suits. Ted and I in our boxer type and Craig, after some kidding by Lacie, took his shorts off to reveal the new suit she had bought him. It was a Speedo type showing off what appeared to be an especially large package. I am certainly not an expert, or even an amateur observer of what male equipment looks like in that type outfit, but even to me it was very apparent that Craig was quite well endowed. Besides the lower portion we could see that his gym time was well spent and I guess you’d have to call him buff; solid and well muscled. Ted and I, though no bald fatties, are showing our ages and all those after work beers. We both carried 10-20 pounds we didn’t need with small love handles.

As I said Theresa and Susan where built about the same. Their hips and butts had broadened but still kept their nice shapes. Their waists, though thicker than before child birth, still looked good in the two piece swim suits they both wore. They both wore tops that displayed lots of cleavage that had the effect of drawing any attention to them. Lacie was just a knockout and wore a swimsuit to display her attributes. The top was two small triangles and the front as about the same with a two inch stripe on material just covering the crack of her ass.

As we cruised around the lake us guys enjoyed watched the ladies stretched out sunning themselves even more than the shore side scenery. As guys will sometimes do after a couple of quick beers, we started to compare the physical beauty of our spouses. Craig liked the larger tits Theresa and Susan showed and Ted and I were intent of seeing if those two inches of material covering the ass crack of Lacie would continue to slip between those lovely cheeks as it appeared to be doing. Craig admitted that Lacie had no modesty and loved to know guys were ogling her. Then he told us that if she knew us better she’d have worn her sheer thong bikini. I don’t know about Ted but the thoughts of that made my cock twitch.
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The Dressing Room

“You asked for it you little cum slut,” he growled in my ear, pulling me back by the hair, pushing himself hard into me.

He was right. No doubt. Once again I had brought it all on myself.

It started innocently enough. Dress shopping. I am sitting on the fundraising committee for the symphony. Chair this year actually, and he is quite proud of me. But it has been a lot of work. Our final event of the season is coming up soon and I need the perfect dress since I will be recognized. I know that how I present myself at these events is a direct reflection on him so I do try hard. So he agreed to go dress shopping with me to pick the perfect dress.

We were in a little upscale boutique downtown with a few dresses to try on when I picked up a slinky little number, something I would never wear. Black silk cut down to the belly button with a few rhinestones and a slit almost to the hip. Very sexy. Very revealing. I held it in front of me and sashayed in front of him provocatively, teasing.

“What do you think?” I asked with a grin.

He frowned.

“Oh, come on,” I said moving to him, tilting my head up towards him bringing my lips dangerously close to his hear, purring in a sultry voice. “You don’t want the world to see what a little slut your wife can be?”
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My Wife Is a Slut

I found her cum stained panties in the dirty laundry. They were still wet and gooey, and that could only mean one thing. My wife had fucked my younger brother. They were at the store buying supplies for the weekend and had just returned. She must have ditched the panties in the hamper when she went to pee.

I don’t really blame my brother. After all, my wife is 105 pounds of pure sex poured into a 5’2″ frame. Her tits stretch the limits of the T-shirts and halters she wears and are firm enough to hold their shape nicely when she goes braless. She has a small waist and full hips with strong but shapely thighs and an ass to die for. In a pair of tight shorts and a low cut halter Joanne is a walking wet dream.

It is not just her body that is sexy. She has curly blond hair that falls over her shoulders, green eyes with long lashes, high cheekbones, full lips, white teeth and a small upturned nose. She loves to flirt and has a natural “I want to fuck” look in her eyes. My bother, being only 18, did not have a chance.

I can visualize how it must have happened. Joanne pulled off the road after flirting shamelessly until he was drooling with lust for her hot body. She had on the same sexy short skirt and tight top that she wore to work. She climbed into his lap and told him how she needed his cock inside her that very second or she was going to die. She often used the same words with me. She didn’t even take off her panties.

I knew Joanne was a sexual powder keg when we married, but I was willing to take the risk. She was by far the hottest fuck I had ever experienced, and that included some pretty wild parties in college. I knew I couldn’t keep her caged, but figured that what I didn’t know wouldn’t hurt me as long as she really loved me. She would be discreet.

Finding her cum stained panties was a revelation. I was so turned on by the thought of Joanne riding my brother’s cock that I fucked her three times that night and once the next morning. I decided that if she was going to fuck other men, and she was, then I was going to be part of it. First, however, I was going to have some fun.

Friday night I invited five friends over for poker. They were all single and young. I asked Joanne to dress like a whore so that their concentration would be diverted from the cards. Being a natural flirt and exhibitionist, she gladly obliged. We were sitting at the table cutting for deal when she walked into the room. My jaw dropped.
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Poker Party

She was hurrying around to put the finishing touches on the house. She had only a couple hours more ’til her husband would be home and he would expect all to be in readiness. It would be even more than he expected. Quickly glancing around to be sure she hadn’t forgotten to do anything, she grabbed her purse and dashed out the door, jumping in her car and heading for downtown. So little time, so much to do. She first stopped at the costume shop and collected the costume she had reserved earlier by phone, examining it to be sure that everything was there… every little detail must be perfect. It was just what she had asked for, even to the little lacy cap to perch on her short hair. Then she headed to the supermarket and picked up the beer her husband had requested and some snack and dip ingredients. Next the liquor store next door to purchase bourbon and scotch for those who might want them and a bottle of HER favorite red wine.

Once safely back in the house with her purchases properly stowed away, she went to the bedroom and started the water running for a lovely bath… just enough time to make herself beautiful before her husband arrived. After relaxing for a few minutes in the warm water to which she had added her favorite herbal concoction, she emerged, toweled herself dry and applied perfume to the points all over her body which would give off the scent to best advantage. Then she wrapped herself in a huge toweling robe and went downstairs to greet her husband with his favorite light supper. Yes, this was the night of his weekly poker party and it was his turn again to host the party. He had told her that this time, he didn’t want her to hide herself away upstairs but instead she was to remain in evidence and serve his friends with drinks and snacks as they played. This wasn’t the norm for these events, but tonight he wanted to do something a little different.

Just as she finished re-checking everything to be sure all that was needed was at hand, she heard his car in the garage and looked up to see him entering the kitchen. “Hello, darling,” she greeted him with a kiss and he hugged her hard, noting with a smile that she wore nothing beneath that bulky robe.

“Hmmm, this could make us late for our own party,” he murmured into her hair as his hands slid up and down her back.

“Down boy,” she retorted, as she set their supper on the kitchen table. “We just have enough time to eat.”

Reluctantly, he sat at his place and as they ate, he told her about an idea he had to spice up the poker playing that night. Listening, she was shocked at what he wanted her to do and wondered if he knew about the costume she planned to wear tonight… but how could he know? She had not ordered it until he was safely out of the house and at work this morning. No, it was just another example of the complete rapport they experienced so often, especially where their sexual relationship was concerned. He was waiting for her response… what was it he had said? He wanted her to come on to his friends a little, let them touch her? Something about the stakes of the game being her clothes? Hmmm, that would fit right in with that costume she was planning to wear. How fortunate that there were quite a number of pieces to it.

“Yes, dear,” she said submissively. “I think that would be all right, as long as you’re right here to make sure everything is under control.”

They finished their meal and she cleared up the remains and then disappeared upstairs to dress for her “performance”. He still had no idea of what she was up to and probably shouldn’t until the first guests had arrived. Just as she was putting the finishing touches to her outfit, she heard the doorbell and then several voices in the foyer as his friends came in.

Steeling herself against the reaction in case it should be unfavorable, she slowly descended the stairs. Hearing the voices coming now from the den where the poker table was set up, she stopped just as she entered the doorway. As if someone had signaled for silence, the voices stopped and five pairs of eyes looked in her direction. She noticed only one pair… her husband’s. Surprise registered there and then, incredibly, delight. He crossed the room to her side and ushered her into the room. “Boys,” he announced, “Tonight we have a lovely waitress to see to our needs. Gentlemen, my wife, Sandy.”

“Since I am host tonight, I want to propose a little bit of a change to our usual game. I suggest that we play for slightly different stakes, instead of our usual wagers. I will play champion and each of you will be the challengers. As we play, if I lose, Sandy will remove one article of clothing. If I win, she will replace one item. If I win and she hasn’t removed anything yet, she will receive a poker chip which she can redeem in exchange for keeping an article at any time she chooses. Does this meet with everyone’s approval?”
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Katie At The Strip Club

My wife Katie and her friends had made few trips to the male strip club over the years. Once for a 40th birthday party, once for a bachelorette party and stuff like that. I usually would stay up and wait for her and we would fuck like rabbits when she got home. With this not being a regular occurrence, I never really thought anything of it, other than our fuck sessions were usually a little more aggressive.

One of her best friends got promoted at her work and was getting transferred to another state. Just so happened that the strip club had some special all male show coming up, so the girls planned their only gig this year. As there were prepping and planning I would hear them giggle and say things that I couldn’t hear. They must have been remembering some previous trips as they seemed a little extra excited with this one.

A couple days later, some of the girls and husbands came over for the Sunday football games. We guys got to talking about the girls upcoming trip and I said that I wouldn’t mind being a fly on the wall at the club on strip night.

Dan turned and said “All you have to do is call and tell them you want the husband special.”

“The husband special? What’s that?” I asked.

“Well, if you want to be a fly on the wall, that’s almost what you’ll be.” One of them replied.

“Trust me; YOU will get more for your money than THEY will. Just be prepared because some things you see may surprise you.”

They both laughed and I wondered what that meant but was afraid to ask. My mind roamed trying to think of what I might see, but I guess I will just have to give it a shot and find out first hand. Strip night came up very fast and Katie was busy getting dressed and prepped. She did not wear anything special, just some tight jeans and a v-neck pull over sweater. Sure the sweater was a little tight, but that’s the kind of stuff she wore all the time.

The girls all met at our house and left for the club. Katie volunteered to be the designated driver as she was not planning to drink that night. All the girls looked very hot, and have a broad array of outfits. They are all wearing sexy tight stuff and my eyes are enjoying the sight. (more…)

Dessert With The Neighbors

Jan didn’t know Carol very well. Of course she had seen Carol around the neighborhood some, and they ran into each other at the grocery sometimes. But they really weren’t friends, just acquaintances. Jan had heard things about Carol and her husband Rob. One of the neighborhood rumors was that the couple went to some pretty wild parties, but Jan wasn’t sure she believed it. As far as she knew they were just another middle-aged couple.

That’s why Jan was surprised when she found Carol on her doorstep that morning.

“Hi,” Carol said. Sorry to bother you, but I just got a flat tire. I wonder if I could use your phone to call Triple A.”

“Sure,” Jan said, noticing the car in front of their house which seemed to be listing to one side. It was pouring down rain, and Jan understood why Carol hadn’t walked the two blocks to her own house to call. “Come on in and get dry. There’s a phone in the kitchen you can use.”

“Thanks. I don’t want to get your carpet all wet, though.”

“No problem, just take off your shoes and you’ll be okay.”

While Carol was calling, Jan went and got a towel for Carol to dry off with.

“Thanks, Carol said when she got off the phone. “They can’t get here for at least an hour. Maybe I’ll try to get home and come back.”

“Don’t go out there,” Jan told her. “I’ve got some fresh coffee. Just sit down and wait here.”

“I don’t want to be a bother.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ve been cleaning all morning and was looking for an excuse to sit down awhile myself. Make yourself comfortable.”

The two women sat and talked about neighborhood stuff for a while. Jan was pleasantly surprised at how they had so many interests in common. They were both crafters and both did a lot of sewing. It turned out they had plenty to talk about. Then Carol mentioned how her husband Rob worked a lot of nights. He had a janitorial service that cleaned offices in the evenings. Carol said that Rob wasn’t working that night because they were going to a party. This immediately stirred up Jan’s interest.

“And, before you ask,” Carol said, “it really is ‘that kind’ of party. I know there are rumors going around about our lifestyle – and they’re pretty much true.” Carol was so matter of fact about it, Jan didn’t even think to be offended or shocked.

“So,” Jan asked shyly, “this is a wife swapping party you’re going to?”

“Well, we don’t call it that. We call it ‘swinging’ or ‘the lifestyle.’ But yes, it is that kind of party.”

Carol went on the explain that they had been swinging for several years, and having sex with others was an important part of their own sex lives together. “Does that shock you,” she asked.

“Actually it doesn’t,” Jan said. “We tried it ourselves a few times, but that was years ago. Well, really 20 years ago.”

“Why did you stop? Jealousy?” Carol asked.

“Not really. I wasn’t jealous – in fact I liked seeing Mike enjoying himself. I was really more afraid of how much I liked it. Mike is the best thing that ever happened to me, and I got worried that I liked the intimacy with other men too much. I guess the bottom line is that I didn’t trust myself, not Mike.”

“So you liked fucking other guys?” Carol bluntly asked.

“Oh yeah. Way too much. I wasn’t worried about Mike because after every experience he’d fuck my brains out. He just couldn’t seem to get enough of me. That’s why I was so worried that he might be jealous, or have a good reason to be.

“We have always had a great sex life. Hell, I love doing just about anything he wants, and usually end up wanting it as much or more than he does. I even love the taste of his semen, although I know it turns a lot of women off. Damn, I got him good this morning,” she said. “I snuck up on him before he put his pants on. No foreplay or anything. I just grabbed him and started sucking. He wasn’t even hard. He tasted so good,” she said, remembering again how surprised he had been. “Three minutes – four tops – he was shooting cum down my throat. What a kick.” Jan had no idea why she shared that. It just seemed so natural, talking to Carol.

“Yeah, I did Rob this morning too,” Carol said. “It took him a little longer though. Probably because he fucked me twice last night. Amazing how something as simple as a blow job in the morning keeps a guy eating out of your hand, isn’t it? And don’t you just love the feeling of power it gives you?” she added.

“Oh yes. Of course when you have one of his most prized possessions between your teeth, and two others cradled in your hand, you’re bound to have complete control.” Jan thought a moment, then asked in a more serious vein, “Have you done a lot of guys?”

“Quite a few,” Carol answered.

“Do they all taste alike? Their semen, I mean.”

“No, not really,” Carol said. “But I think that’s more because of what their diet is composed of, what kind of spices and all. It seems like food makes a lot of difference in how a man’s cum tastes.”
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Tigers Eye

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“We’ll just pick you up at your apartment at 7:30,” the woman’s voice on the phone instructed me, “And that’s all there is to it, Tonia!”

“OK,” I chuckled, “See you then.”

The woman on the phone was Ruth, the wife of my boss, Dick. I guess Dick had said something to her about the mood I’ve been in at work lately and that I said I was going to get really wiped out at our party tonight. Ruth said she was concerned about me driving. They live about three miles from me so it wasn’t going to be too far out of their way.

The office staff had dwindled all afternoon. When Ruth called at a little after four, I was the only one left. I knew I’d have to work until five because there was a possibility that someone from our largest customer’s office might call and my boss didn’t want to make a big deal about us closing early. He knew I could handle anything that came up.

I sat at my desk, daydreaming about the dress I’d found on the Internet. The black dress looks almost like a slip. It has spaghetti straps that criss-cross in the back, which is bare from the waist up. It’s at least three inches above my knees and has a short slit up each side. I can’t wear a bra under it so the firm nipples on my smallish breasts, become very noticeable. Dick calls me a brat because I love to tease him by wearing short skirts or something else, sexy, to work. I know the other men watch me too, but he’s so much fun to tease. I still wasn’t sure if I had enough nerve to wear the dress, though.

Time flew by and soon I was looking at myself in the full length mirror in my bedroom, “I don’t know if you should wear this…” I kept turning around and looking at how naughty my little 95 pound, five foot two and a half inch body looked in this silky dress.

It was too late to change. The doorbell rang and I scampered down the hall and opened it. “Just need to grab a jacket and my coat,” I turned quickly.

“Wait a minute!” Dick called out. “Let me see what you are wearing.”

“What?” I stopped and looked at him. “Oh, this?” I let have a good look.

“Oh, my God!” Dick’s voice cracked, “You must be planning on getting raped tonight!”

“You like the way I look?” I turned around quickly.

“You may not make it out of your apartment!” He teased, moving towards me.

I laughed and moved away before he could grab me. I slipped on a black blazer and then my black trench coat. Dick grabbed me and kissed me hard. “We’ve got to go,” I reminded him.

“Too bad,” he fixed the obvious bulge in his pants.
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Au Pair

The house was empty, or so it seemed. Tom took off his jacket and hung it over the back of a chair in the living room. He went to the kitchen and took a beer from the fridge. Opening it, he took a long swig and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Ah… the weekend. Let the good times roll!” he thought to himself.

He started to climb the stairs of the house, taking off his tie with his free hand. He took another swig of his beer, and heard what sounded like a moan. He stopped on the stairs and turned around. Seeing no one, he shrugged his shoulders and continued up the stairs.

He arrived at the landing and again heard the noise, louder this time. He looked around and again saw no one. He walked towards the master bedroom, passing by the au pairs door. He noticed that it was slightly ajar, and then heard another moan. He stopped and listened. The house was silent accept for the occasional moan. He wanted to know where it was coming from. Another moan, or was it more of a grunt? He knew where it was coming from this time.

Tom crept up to the au pairs door, and slowly eased it open. The site that met his eyes caused his heart to beat faster. There, lying on her bed, naked as the days she was born, was Sylvie, the au pair. Her eyes were closed. Her left hand was feeling her right breast, pinching her nipple. Her right hand was wrapped around the end of a vibrator that she was busy plunging in and out of her pussy.

Tom watched mesmerized by her display. Her breathing was becoming more urgent and her thrusting was getting faster. Her hand was a blur as she thrust the fake penis in and out of her with speed. Tom could feel his own sense of arousal. He looked down and could see the bulge forming at the front of his trousers. He returned his attentions back to Sylvie. She stopped tweaking her nipple and ran her hand down her body. She started to feverishly rub her clitoris whilst still keeping the momentum of her thrusting.

She started to thrash her head about. Her moans were now more audible and regular. She started to raise her hips in time with her thrusting.

“Oh my God!!!!” she screamed as she shuddered to her climax. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

She was still rubbing her clit but she had slowed down with both hands. She pulled the vibrator out and brought it up to her mouth. She stuck out her tongue and began to lick it clean. Tom leant against the doorframe, making a creaking sound. Sylvie turned her head.

“Mr. Green! Oh my… I am… oh dear….”, she mumbled, trying in vain to cover herself.
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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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