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My line of work involves delivering and hooking up TV’s to our customers who aren’t able to do so. Most frequently it’s older or informed people who require my services, which was the case – at least that’s what I thought – when I went into the showroom to cover for the manager. An older couple came in, purchased a cable-ready television and requested that it be delivered to their home. I informed them I was the one who took care of these installations and added that I’d be over the following day to hook up their system.

As they left the store, it appeared that their daughter or niece – a very attractive young lady or about 20 or 21. had come to the store to meet them. After a quick chat with the older couple, the girl came in and told me that she would be home the following day to accept the television deliver. I watched her exit the store, and as the light hit her sundress, I could see that she wore no panties underneath. Her perfect ass and crack were completely visible from my vantage point.

Upon reaching her home the next day, I was suddenly snapped into an advanced sexual state. The front door totheir home was open as was the screen door – and my hands were full of equipment, I let myself in. Instantly, the heady aroma of sex was in the air. I called out to Laura but received no reply. Then I saw her; totally naked, sprawled out on the floor with her back against the couch and a banana buried in her twat. “Close the door,” she said quickly! Now, this was a strange scene. Here was this gorgeous, young brunette, whom I’d only met a day earlier, laid out in the living room floor with Chiquita bananas all around her. Read the rest of this erotic story

Jerry was spending a few days with his old high school buddy, Bill, and his sister, Barbara. Jerry hadn’t seen Bill in years, and when he found that he would be in his town on business, he had called to say hello. Bill had insisted that he stay with them, instead of at a motel. That evening, after a good dinner, the three of them were sitting in the den sipping wine and talking.

“By the way, Barbara, how did your class go today?” Bill asked his sister.

“Great,” she grinned. “Wait until you see what we learned today.”

“I can hardly wait,” Bill grinned.

“What kind of class are you taking?” Jerry asked.

Barbara grinned wickedly. “Strip tease dancing!”
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I was living in Japan for a few months for an international exchange program and had met a number of Americans that were stationed there with the military. It was nice to be able to socialize with one’s countrymen and I regularly got invited to various events on different bases. Getting real food was an added plus, though I loved Japanese cuisine too.

On my second visit there I bought a motorcycle to get around with and was allowed to join one of the military’s motorcycle clubs as an honorary member.

We would tour almost every weekend, sometimes for two or three days. In August the club hosted a booth at a big carnival held on base [called Bon Odori, kind of like All Soul's Day] and the Japanese were invited to the usually closed base. It was a huge event with bands, dancers and all sorts of cross-cultural events.

I only had a few drinks [I rarely drink] and was trying to show a very nice young Japanese man, Hidenao, whom I had been spending much of the afternoon with how to foxtrot. It’s an easy step to learn and can be used, with modification, to a lot of music including rock and roll.

I think he was a bit overwhelmed by my thin dress and minimal underwear– panties but no bra [I'm not very busty, a 34B] as it gets very muggy in August– and he had an obvious erection that he pressed against me as we danced.

Afterwards I took him for a little tour of the area and when we were behind the library I gave him some relief. We had very fast sex standing up, just pulling my panties out of the way.

When he was done I said to him, “Now you can concentrate on learning to dance without so many distractions.” I’ve never had anyone bow to me after sex before. It was cute.
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Doug and I were regulars at a swingers club in Dallas. During the three years we dated we went to the club almost every Saturday night and always had a great time. I wasn’t really into the swing scene but loved going to the club to dance. Though I had no interest in “swinging”, we were quite popular with other couples at the club.

One Saturday evening we arrived around 10:00. The parking lot was already packed and we had difficulty finding a parking spot. He finally found a spot in the lot across the street. We parked and made the trek across the street to the club. It was in a warehouse district, and being such, the streets themselves were deserted except for those going to the club.

As we walked through the doors into the club, all eyes turned toward us. I was about 29 or 30 at the time and Doug was around 34. I was a slim 130 lbs. at a height of 5’8″ with long shapely legs and a great tan. Doug was 5″11 and 190 lbs. and black. We were quite a contrast to the mostly white clientele of this club and for some reason people liked to watch us.

We worked our away around to the back of the club, speaking to those we knew along the way. The bar and pool table were at the back and I always played a game or two of pool before we danced.
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After the children had left the kitchen, I started to clean up the dinner dishes as my husband began to tell me about the story he heard during lunch. One of his office buddies had quite an adventure on the subway the other day. My husband works in Washington, DC and takes the train daily from Baltimore to Union Station and then the subway downtown. He’s told me in the past how crowded the subway cars are, and that he has seen several men positioning themselves around women so they could press up against them. He even saw one guy actually grope a woman’s ass. All she did was give him a dirty look and move away. I guess you guys do this all the time and the women just get used to it.

This new story however, was so outrageous they apparently talked about it all day. My husband couldn’t believe this guy was actually telling the truth. His buddy told them he was sitting in the corner of the subway car when this woman in a short dress with nothing on underneath started to give this guy a hand job and then let him screw her right there in front of everyone.

Now being a 32-year-old housewife, I don’t get the chance to dress sexy like I did in my single days, but I do whenever the opportunity arises. When I go to the mall I like to wear a short skirt, 4” heels and a tight sweaters. As I walk about the men stare at my legs and I love the attention. It really turns me on when I feel a man’s eyes on my legs and body. I’ve heard men talking to each other admiring my 36-25-38, 5’8” frame. I even give them a little flash now and then by bending over to pick something up, or sit at a bench then slowly re-cross my legs as men walk by.
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[Story contributed by Paula]

My husband always go to this little hole in the wall bar when we travel out of state, we were cleaning up at the hotel when my husband told me I could dress as slutty as I wanted. I love to wear short skirt no panties and tight fitting shirts no bras when we go out of town. I could never do this in our home town, so I smiled and begin to get dressed, I pulled on the tightest shortest skirt I had, the I slipped on the lowest cut blouse I had.

“I’m ready”, I said, and we were off for some fun. The car seat was cool to my naked ass, my blouse was so thin you could see my nipples with out trying.

Ee pulled into the little bar around 11 I think, we went inside, I noticed right away that there was only one other woman in the bar and around 15 men. It didn’t bother me much I love men, we have done some swinging with another couple and done some mfm.

We found a table in the back, my husband went to get some drinks, he returned and asked if I wanted to play pool. I reminded him how short my skirt was, he smiled and said give them something to look at, so I removed a pool stick from the corner and said rack em. We started playing pool when 4 guys came over and begin speaking with my husband, I made sure I showed them all I had, I bent over the table my skirt raised over my ass.
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We were invited to a colleague’s New Year’s party. My wife Julie hates parties and I mentioned it nervously, firmly expecting that she would refuse. I was surprised when she accepted with no fuss.

Our marriage had been going through a rough phase lately. I had once pressed her to make love to another man in my presence but she had indignantly refused.

“If I am going to fuck someone else it will be because I want to and in private not for your entertainment.” she had said. Wanting to save my marriage, I backed off and had said no more.

When the party invite arrived, I knew it was not going to be a swinging affair. I could but hope it might be exciting.

She must have sensed my hopeful eagerness and expected the worst. I didn’t imagine that is why she agreed to come and assumed she just wanted to please me to help save the marriage but, in the light of events, I am not as sure now.

At the weekend, she spent the afternoon getting ready and surprised me by getting out a very sexy dress with a low, revealing neckline resulting in a stunning display of cleavage.
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My wife never did mind me going to strip clubs whenever I felt like it. She actually would tell me to go. One day I asked her why?

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

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

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

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

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

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

I approached the manager and owner about my idea of getting my wife to strip at their club. Both of the guys were egar to help out saying, “that they were always looking for new talent”.
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Brian loves his wife, Teresa. He loves the way she looks. He loves the way she loves him. He loves the way she turns the heads of other men. He loves everything about her.

At 39, she was still as beautiful as the day he met her. At the time, he was sharing a house with a female friend – purely platonic – and she brought a new girl from work home for supper. It was Teresa. For Brian it was love at first sight. He was struck by her petite 5′ 3″ frame – a tiny waist which emptied into curvy hips and well-toned muscular legs. Most striking were her large-for-her-size breast which measured 38DD. They seemed to be busting at the buttons of the revealing top she wore. Brian was definitely interested!

It wasn’t long before Brian asked Teresa out and within a year, they were married. They had three kids over the years but Teresa took care of herself and remained as stunning as ever. Now in their late thirties, Brian was looking for ways to spice up their sex life. They had great sex, but it had become a bit routine. So Brian decided to risk sharing a fantasy of his with Teresa.

Teresa didn’t understand how a man’s mind works. She thought of herself as “middle-aged” and no longer someone who turned men’s heads. Brian knew better, and the mere thought of other men checking his wife out caused his male member to awaken. To put spice back into their lives, Brian wanted to get Teresa to turn more than a few heads by wearing some sexy and slightly slutty clothes in public. He knew this would turn him on and felt it would do wonders for Teresa as well.

Brian decided to do some online shopping for his wife. He found just what he was looking for. He found some “club” type dresses and skirts. He found a skirt made of a sheer material that rode low on the hips and would just cover her shapely ass. He found a top that would allow her to wear a “shelf” type bra to support her ample breasts but allow her cleavage and nipples to be prominently displayed through the satiny material. He made his purchases … including new lace thong underwear, and made his plans.
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Good sexual things don’t normally happen to me. I mean, I got my fair share of sex, but you know, nothing wonderful. Never does anything sexual just fall into my lap (no pun intended). Never, that was, until a couple months ago.

One night I was working late in the management building back at school. I was just done finishing one of my papers and I ventured down into the basement for a snack from one of the machines. It was almost midnight and I thought the only people in the building were me and the old security guard at the front of the building who only ever left his seat to take a leak and make some coffee. As I walked down the pseudo-gloomy hallway of the basement, past the unused classrooms and the broom closets, I could hear this strange sound. In a way, it sounded like heavy breathing (which should have tipped me off), but it also sounded like some air vent or another has sprung a small leak. It was coming from down the end of the hallway where it took a turn and ended at a series of utility rooms. Naturally, I was curious as to the source of the sound because if it was something in one of those rooms, I felt obligated to check it out and go tell the guard, lest the building do something like explode and take my education with it. I strolled down the hallway, listening intently to the sound as it grew louder. As I neared the end of the hallway, there was also the undertone of a different sound…something that sounded wet. This second sound ceased when I was but a few feet away. I strode the final few steps and turned the corner. To say that I was shocked would be an understatement, but in retrospect, I really shouldn’t have been. If I had half a brain I should have expected what I saw.
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That fateful Sunday started off with the same old routine. We’d been married for just under three years, Michelle and I, but that was enough for us to settle into that comfortable routine. Work was routine, play was routine, life was routine. Worst of all our sex life was routine.

So, following the old Sunday morning routine, I pecked my wife’s cheek and drove off to the golf course. This Sunday, however, did not live up to its namesake. That worthy was hiding behind a mass of low lying clouds. Nothing to stop an afternoon of golfing fun, however. But after an hour of whacking a ball around the fairways those clouds had turned ominous and soon the heavens opened up. The more sensible among us broke for the shelter of the clubhouse while a few diehards squinted into the storm, steadfastly refusing to acknowledge its presence.

The rain wouldn’t go away. It didn’t look like it was ever going away. It just, continued to fall hard, determined no doubt to drown the world and all its creatures. So I cursed Nature and the rotten luck she had dumped on me and decided to go home. Not too long after that momentous decision I found myself pulling into our driveway. A lot earlier than I had planned to. All I had to look forward to was the rest of the day, spent with my loving but routine wife. Cursing the weather one more time I let myself in the front door.

And I heard voices.
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Our company sent us to New York on business and we were both booked into the same hotel, but in separate rooms. Julie, my co-worker and I were going to give a presentation the next afternoon, then catch a red-eye flight back to the coast.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Take a look over there!”
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The hot summer days of Southern California are often best spent lounging around a pool, soaking up some sun before jumping into the water to cool off, only to repeat the cycle again.

My house has a high fence, and discreet neighbors, so it wasn’t uncommon for me to enjoy a day sunning in the nude. Normally, nobody would know, but one afternoon my girlfriend Julie dropped by unexpectedly. My car was out front, so she knew I was probably home. Not getting an answer by knocking at the door she let herself in the back gate, figuring correctly that I might be by the pool.

She called my name, so I turned and saw her. Momentarily nonplused by my own nudity, my thoughts of how I might convince her to shed her clothes were dashed when her sister May walked around the corner a few seconds later. Being caught out in the open, I rolled over on my stomach while looking for something to cover my nakedness. They both smiled, then told me that I didn’t have to cover up on their account, and to just go back to what I was doing.

They were both wearing shorts and tee shirts, and had towels draped over their shoulders. Dropping their towels on the grass, they proceeded to strip down to their bikinis. I watched appreciatively as their bodies came into view. Julie was the taller of the two, and had a fuller figure, but May’s tight figure had been enough to give me a few fantasies, especially as her nipples would often noticeably dent the fabric of her bikini top.
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I pulled into Benny’s driveway after planning a long weekend visit for several months. Hotrods being what they are, I wasn’t surprised to find him putting a new clutch in his car. Jumping out of my 32 Ford three window, he crawled out from under his Nomad. We shook hands while shouting hellos and talking too fast. Benny got married about a month ago.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Patty said, “Dick, you like my legs?”
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I’m not sure where to begin with this one, my heads still spinning from the events of the last few days. Fact is, my new wife is becoming a slut and I’m encouraging her.

Wendy is just your ordinary plain looking girl next door. She’s pretty but not beautiful with a nice body and bubbly personality. Although a little plump, I call it puppy fat; she has great legs and really big firm tits topped with very sensitive nipples. She works as a play group assistant at a local school and I met her there shortly after my wife walked out leaving me and four year Paul to fend for ourselves. At 23, Wendy was ten years my junior but we hit it off straight away. Within two weeks we were dating and nine months later we were married. When it came to sex she was totally naïve. Her one and only experience was with a fumbling teenager who according to her, popped her cherry and then lasted two to three minutes before pulling out and coming all over her tits. It hurt so much she didn’t do it again.

Although she tried hard she wasn’t the brightest kid on the block but with gentle persistence I slowly taught her everything I knew about sex including toys, oral and anal. Within a year She was really enjoying herself. Not only did she now enjoy sex, but, she discovered she was multi orgasmic and when excited her clit was nearly as big as her nipples, a clear sign that she was ready to fuck. And that brings me to the events of last weekend.
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My wife and I have a great relationship, both in and out of the bedroom, so a threesome never really entered my mind. Carley, my wife, and I were both virgins when we met. We both enjoyed sex, so after dating for two years and then seven years of marriage, there was little we hadn’t at least tried in the bedroom.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It will be nice to be able to let loose and make some noise.” Deb said

“Yeah. I was getting tired of having to cover your mouth so your moans wouldn’t be heard by everyone else I the house,” I said laughingly.

“I’m Really horny! I don’t think I can wait another 2 hours till we get to the hotel.” She said as she squeezed her thighs together her hand buried between her legs.

“Well, we can make a quick rest stop and at this time of night if were lucky I can sneak you into the men’s room stall.”

I really didn’t think she’d go for it. Deb was always worried about getting caught but if she gets going she’s one of the hottest sluts I’ve ever known.

After a moments hesitation she got this mischievous look in her eye and said, “OK. Lets do it.”
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I gave her a ride home from the bar. She was in that drunk, affectionate mood she gets when she wants attention. We sat in the car for a few minutes, making out. We’d done this enough now that I no longer felt any guilt over it. It wasn’t anything her husband hadn’t seen her do at the bar when she was in one of these moods. Well, it was a little more serious, involving tongue, but still just playing around as far as she was concerned. The fact that her husband was also my best friend is what triggered the guilt the first couple of times we did this. We’d talked about it and he’d more or less said if she wants to do it, go for it.

We broke for air and she asked if I wanted to come in. I said sure, knowing full well that she would offer maybe a beer, some conversation, and nothing more. After all, her husband would be asleep in the next room.

I sat on a daybed that, with a couple of bolster cushions, doubled as a couch in their living room. She went into the kitchen and brought us a couple of beers, sitting next to me, but not too close.

“Gary must have passed out. I could hear him snoring when I walked by the hall.”

“He has an early day tomorrow,” I said.

“How are you with neck rubs?” she asked. “I have this kink that’s driving me nuts.”
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I met Kathy at a college football game. Beth, a mutual friend who worked with Kathy, introduced us. Beth is a buxom brunette with a great face and smile. She stands a well endowed 5’6″, 130 pounds, with a tight little behind. Kathy on the other hand, has light brown hair, almost strawberry blond. She also has a great face, but smaller breasts and a great butt.

Beth had been married for a few years before Kathy and I were married, but her husband was a gambler and a philanderer. It was only a matter of time before they divorced and the end came sooner, rather than later. This story happened after they had been divorced about 18 months.

Kathy approached me one night after a wild night of love. “I have to ask you a favor.”

“Anything love.”

“It involves Beth.” I expected Kathy to ask for me to hook up Beth with a friend, as she seemed a little down after the divorce. She had gone through two loser boyfriends quickly and I had several available friends. “Beth wants to have a baby before it gets too late.”

“Beth is only 28, she has plenty of time,” I said.

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Elizabeth was an actress and always trying out for new roles. Robert hadn’t realised that this role transformed her into a “knockout”.

“Wow, sweetheart! You look incredible!” Robert’s jaw had almost dropped to the floor once he saw his beautiful young wife emerge from the bedroom. Robert had never seen Elizabeth dressed in something so tight and skimpy before – except before or during their lovemaking sessions. But this time it was different, because Robert knew that his 25-year-old wife would soon go out into public in that very provocative and sexy outfit. “Thanks,” Elizabeth smiled in return. She did a pirouette and added, “I’m glad you like it.” “Like it?” Robert gushed. “I LOVE IT!”

Elizabeth’s outfit consisted mostly of an aqua-colored top and matching short-skirt, both of which were made of a very thin, stretchy material. Needless to say, the aqua-colored outfit displayed the considerable and luscious curves of her 38d-24-35 figure. Since the top was cut low, it displayed a generous amount of Elizabeth’s ample cleavage. Her breasts were very large and firm, without any sag or give in them. Just like the top, the short-skirt fit Elizabeth’s body like a tight glove. It went down to the mid-point between her hips and knees, and offered a wonderful view of her richly-tanned long legs. To complete the outfit, the beautiful young lady wore a pair of white high-heeled shoes which accentuated her firm, long legs even more. Elizabeth had long, stylish blonde hair which went down to the center of her back. Even without smiling, there was no argument that Elizabeth had a beautiful face. But she looked even more appealing when she smiled. Since Elizabeth was a warm and pleasant person, the 25-year-old woman usually had a happy expression upon her lovely face.
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I had a fantasy about having sex in a taxi with my wife, showing off her body and getting the driver so turned-on that he would jack off so she could watch it, and I’d get even more turned-on knowing she was so hot. I finally one day after many weeks of replaying that fantasy in my head I set it up with a cab driver I’d used earlier in the day to come home from the airport, it would be when we went out of town over that weekend.

It happened like this, there were some taxis parked outside of our hotel so I slipped outside and asked one driver, a large older black fellow, (The one we’d used to get to the hotel) how much it would cost to drive us around sight seeing for 45 minutes. He said $50.00.

I told him what I had in mind, and he said, “As long as I gets my money I didn’t care what you do to your wife.” I told him there would be an extra $50.00 in it for him if he would jack off in front of my wife. He said he had no problem with that.

I told my wife we were finally going to take that “special” taxi ride we’ve talked about. Of course she tried to back out, but finally after a lot of convincing she got dressed up in a short skirt and flimsy blouse. I knew she wanted this as badly as me; she just couldn’t make herself say it.
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I’m 24 and Ron’s 32. We’ve been married three years, and our sex life is fabulous. Ron really likes me to show off my body, especially my chest, to other men. A couple of weeks ago, we went to my best friend Marie’s house. She and her husband Alan were throwing a party Saturday night, and we decided to make it a weekend trip. Ron and I arrived after dinner on Friday night, and the two of us relaxed around the kitchen table, playing cards and drinking beer.

When playing cards got boring, Marie put some music on and we began to dance while our husbands looked on. During the second or third song, Ron motioned for me to unbutton some of the buttons on my blouse. I unbuttoned the top three buttons, giving the guys a nice view, since I wasn’t wearing a bra. Then a slow song came on and Ron danced with me and Alan with Marie. While Ron and I were dancing, he unbuttoned another two buttons, so now my blouse was unbuttoned to below my tits.
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I was going to this new beach with a friend. I had no idea that it was a nude beach until we got there. I looked at Cindy when we drove up to the entrance to the parking lot. She just smiled.

I said, “You’re really sneaky.”

“Would you have come along?”

“Probably after a while.”

Cindy said, “I just didn’t want to waste the time trying to get you to go with me, and it is such a beautiful day.”

“Yeah, I guess your right.”

“Besides,” she said, “you don’t have to remove your swim trunks if you don’t want to. But if you do and you get embarrassed just roll over and lay on your stomach. But I’m sure you’ll enjoy yourself, so just relax.”
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