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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

After we were married the floodgates burst open so to speak. Our honeymoon was a camping / fishing trip for two weeks. Claire loves to fish as much as I do so we thought it would be great. The only pole that saw any use in those two weeks was my stiff rod. We fucked morning, noon and night. Claire just couldn’t get enough. I’d wake in the morning because she was sliding her pussy over my morning boner.
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Men often complain that their wives aren’t interested in sex, but my husband doesn’t complain at all — I’m the one with the complaint!

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

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

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

Since I’m just 36, I was easily the youngest volunteer in the hospital. Most of the daytime help consisted of retired gents, or elderly widows after the retired gents. Still, everyone pitched in and made themselves useful. After the first week, I was finding the work very rewarding and I looked forward to my four-hour shift three days a week! I was still frustrated by my husband’s lack of attention, but the volunteer work provided some outlet and relief from my physical cravings for sex.
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She never planned on having an affair. It was just something that happened. She loved her husband and other men rarely crossed her mind, but then there was Tom, her husband’s friend.

Tom and Jim had known each other since high school and they were close. Tom had even been the best man at Jim’s wedding five years earlier. The friendship had expanded to include their wives. They would all get together occasionally for dinner or just to talk. Things were really good for a while, until Tom and his wife began having problems that led to their separation. That is when the affair became something more than a fantasy for Alice.

Alice had grown fairly close to Tom. It seemed only natural when she began to have sexual fantasies that included him. Many times while she was lying in bed she would touch her body and just let pictures come to mind. Early one morning while she was doing this her thoughts stopped on Tom and she was surprised at the intensity of her desire for her husband’s friend. Her orgasm that morning was one of the best she had had in a long time.
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My daughter and I have always been best of friends; even through high school we were able to share with each other all our experiences and concerns. When she left for her freshman year at college 150 miles away I felt a hole in my life with her absents. About six weeks after she started school I decided to visit her for a long weekend. I ask my husband if he wanted to go with me, but he declined telling me it would ruin Kim’s and my opportunity to send quality time together. I was happy that he declined because this left Kim and myself free to talk and spend time together as mother-daughter, best friends. I left to visit Kim on Thursday afternoon knowing that she would have class on Friday for part of the time and I could look around the campus. Our plans were for me to stay in her room and be part of the college crowd again, even if just for the weekend. When I arrived I met Kim and was introduced to the other girls in her dorm. I felt like a young college student again, having to share a common bathroom and hearing the constant girl talk in the hallway.

I asked Kim and her friends if there were any big plans for the weekend and one of her friends said that some of the group was planning to go to a local frat party off campus. I asked Kim if she had planned to go and she “no” because she thought I wouldn’t be interested in a frat party, with a lot of drinking and loud music. After a short pause I told her that I wouldn’t mind going, if she wouldn’t be embarrassed having be there. So the plan was to go to a college frat party on Friday night, my first college party in many years.

When Friday night rolled around Kim picked out her outfit, confiding in me that she had been dating and having sex with one of the brothers from this house. She planned to dress in a sexy outfit to look good on his arm and show off for his frat brothers. I didn’t want to be an old fuddy-duddy and look out of place in my conservative clothes, so I had Kim pick a sexy outfit for me from her wardrobe. Kim and I are both the same size, even though I am 40 and Kim is 19. We are both 5’8″ with small 36B breasts, even thou mine sag a little move then hers. Kim picked out my outfit; a short plaid mini-skirt, white blouse, see through bra and panties, along with white thigh high stockings that just come up to the bottom of the skirt. When I dressed in her young style clothes I felt like a slut even though the outfit made me look and feel 10 years younger.
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God, I can’t believe that I did it! And anyone who reads this I want to be the first to caution you against doing what I did. It will really screw you up at work, and even if you do have a moment of nastily wonderful excitement, what comes after probably isn’t worth it.

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

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

Rob had been away all week on a trip back east to visit his ailing father. And I couldn’t get the memory of his big stiff weenie out of my mind. I could envision it in all its glory; the way it looked when we’d start out, so huge and thick. Then after his first orgasm how slick it was, almost like it was made out of plastic. The way it looked when I got on top of him and started riding him like a rodeo cowgirl.
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We’d had a long lunch with plenty to drink before Lisa dropped me at the front door, and headed off toward the bar a mile down the road. I’d told her to give me half an hour before she came back, and to wait in the parking lot. “Drive carefully” I said to her as I closed the door and entered the dimly lit strip club.

I stepped inside and waited a second, letting my eyes adjust from the brilliant Canadian sunshine to the dark interior of the strip club. It was two-thirty in the afternoon and predictably the place was virtually empty, with maybe twenty men sprinkled about the bar. Ten or so strippers casually sauntered around and two waitresses lounged at the bar, mostly killing time before the late afternoon rush. Once I could see clearly, I made my way to a far corner and took a seat beside the wall and noticed for the first time the girl up on stage, gyrating to a slow song.

As I took my seat, I looked around the place. It was large, capable of holding 400 or 500 people and was tastefully decorated, with plush carpet and comfortable tables and chairs sprinkled around the seating area. The black lighting coupled with the black walls and ceilings provided a very dim atmosphere, similar to that of a planetarium or dark movie theatre. The stage, however, was well lit and set against one wall as the focal point of the bar. The dancers entered down a flight of marble stairs at the side, and performed three songs around the large spacious stage. As the three dances progressed, the woman would gradually shed her clothes and become more suggestive. From dancing around the stage clothed in a tight skirt and top in the first song, she would eventually progress by the third song to being fully naked and rolling around on a silk sheet, simulating torrid sex and masturbating herself for the audience.
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The following story is true and although I do feel a twinge of guilt about the whole thing I would not trade the memory of this experience for anything.

Let me begin by informing you that my favorite hobby is massage. I started giving my wife massages many years ago and about two years ago started doing massage for some of my co-workers, just neck and shoulder of course, and soon the word was out that Rob gives great massage! It has been a lot of fun and although I am told I am great at it I don’t charge people because I am not a licensed massage practitioner. Besides that would take some of the fun out of it and for me it is just a hobby.

Over time many of my massage recipients have requested I do a full body massage and I have always been happy to comply. On a few of these occasions things went past the norm of massage and entered into the intimate zone. I have always allowed this so long as the female seems to coax me along. Up until last week I had never done more than finger these ladies to climax and on one occasion I actually performed oral for a lady. All three of these ladies were married and all were a little bit ashamed after the experience however two of them came back for repeat performances! All three were also friends of my wife who knows nothing about the fact that sexual play has become a part of my massage work with certain customers.

Anyway now to the story at hand. My wife and I are both in our 30s and she is captain of a church softball team. We had a mutual friend at the church, Sally Morris, who my wife got to know through a bible study she was teaching. Sally is 22 years old and a very curvy yet very conservative young lady. She is about 5’5″, has brown hair and eyes and her measurements are 36-24-38.

Her narrow waist blossoms into a very pronounced full bottom and her thighs are soft and creamy with not a blemish or flaw to be found. While my wife was teaching the bible study a couple of years ago she got to know Sally very well because Sally was having some difficulties with balancing the needs of her boyfriend and living a pure life in the name of god. Sally had confided in her that although she had never let her boyfriend do more than kiss her, a couple of weeks ago they were laying side by side on the couch watching a movie and while kissing her he had placed his hand on her breast outside of her sweater.
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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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I glanced across at my wife in the passenger seat. If the seat belt hadn’t been holding her in position she would have been on the floor; she was well drunk when we left the restaurant and now she had passed out. So? What else is new?

Normally when we got home I would have carried her into the house and into the bedroom, undressed her, fucked her if I was feeling like it or put her nightie on and tucked her up in bed. Putting her nightie on didn’t necessarily mean she wasn’t going to get fucked, sometimes, when I eventually went to bed, I would fall into the temptation of lifting her nightie up and fucking her anyway.

What was different tonight was that our friend Gloria was in the back seat. Her husband was away and we had asked her out for a meal. The plan had been to take her straight home from the restaurant but since my wife was out of the game Gloria acquiesced in my plan to take my wife home first.

When we got home I gave Gloria the house keys and asked her to open the door for me. I lifted my wife out of the seat. Gloria closed the passenger door and went ahead to open up the house and put on the lights. I carried my wife past her and into the bedroom. Gloria came in and asked if there was anything she could do. Like I said I have undressed my wife many times and didn’t really need any help but I asked Gloria if she would give me a hand since she was being solicitous. With Gloria’s help it was more complicated than usual but we finally had my wife, naked, sprawled over the bed.
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My name is Dan. I am a professional working at a large accounting firm in the Midwest. I had remained unmarried into my thirties partly because I didn’t want to give up the variety of different women that I bedded and partly because I couldn’t find a women that I was willing to wake up next to for the rest of my life.

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

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

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

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

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

Gary and I had been friends for about the last ten years. We were inseparable before my marriage and kept a large group of ladies happy for many years. He worked in sales and transferred to Texas shortly before I met Sharon. Gary had always been a ladies man. He was good- looking and a little taller than I was. The women always chased him and he made it a point to not let any one of them get their hooks into him.
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Being newly weds and short of money, my hubby encouraged me to take a job at a local department store to help with the living expenses. We had been married about 6 months at this time and it was the Christmas season. One Saturday the store had their Christmas party after closing. There was food and plenty of spiked punch.

Everyone was having a good time it seemed and it appeared that I had gotten the attention of my supervisor Zak. He was a middle-aged very handsome black man who seemed to be more attentive this evening than usual. I had carefully chosen my dress for the day to look like Christmas and to present a nice neat look. I wore black lacy undies (as if anyone would see them, but it made me feel good) and a red knit dress that clung to my 5′-9″ nicely shaped body.

I knew that Zak appreciated it as I could see it in his eyes as they would move up and down my body and stop at my 34-c white lobes. I could almost read his mind I thought. Periodically he would move near me and whisper things like, “You look very striking today, Molly,” or “That is a nice dress you have. I really love red.”

I don’t know if it was the drink or the attention that was getting to me, but I went to the ladies room and wiped the sweat off my forehead, took a deep breath and watched in the mirror as my breast rose and fell. I pushed on them, as they felt full and swollen, as if I were lactating which I knew was not the case. I realized that Zak’s attention was sending them a subtle message. I noticed that my black lacy bra was peeking out along the neckline of my dress. I decided to let it show and give Zak something to look at.
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This was one of those times my Air Force husband was deployed for several months leaving me, his wife, to deal with my sexual frustrations. At the time my husband was a sergeant and assigned to a cargo aircraft crew deployed in some distant land.

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

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

Lori continued, “Me too. Isn’t it great to have some fun now and then? I bet you get lots of offers, as great looking as you are and all. Believe me I get my share. Are you with someone yet? Are you thinking about it? Tell me. I can keep a secret.”
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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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My friend Tom called to say that he had some military business to take care of in a town south of us and wanted to know if he could stop in on the way and spend the night with us before heading to his meeting.

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

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

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

Tom opened the door for my wife to get into the car, and as she swung her legs Tom and I got a glimpse of her white g-string. Although he said nothing, I was sure from his smile that he saw the same thing that I did.
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Amber stood under the shower head, washing her blonde hair as I watched the water roll off of her toned shoulders, down the small of her back and then over her perfect ass. Ever since we moved into our new house with its glass enclosed shower room, I have been treated to daily shower shows that have made the price of the house seem like a bargain. We’ve been married for three years, and while she was hot when we first met at 22, at 27 she is even hotter.

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

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

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

A season of change, that’s what the years are for as a girl goes through the transition from high school and dealing with the pimply faced, hormone driven boys, to the adult world of college and the men of college. The games in high school are mostly driven and controlled by the girls. The boys are so sex starved they are willing to do almost anything just for the prospect of sex, or at least a hand job. But in college, that’s where the game changes and the stakes get higher. Somehow, almost miraculously, the boys start turning in to men. Men that have goals and expected careers and are full of themselves and what their lives will be. And the games that women play become much more involved as well.

I grew up in a south Alabama town of less than ten thousand people. It was a sleepy little town filled with warm nights and hot days. My mother had died in a car accident when I was twelve and so I was raised by my father. Although I love my father, losing my mother as I was entering my teen age years made things difficult, especially as I tried to contend and keep up with the girls who were receiving training from their mothers on issues of boys, and sex and groping in the back seat.

Quit naturally, my father pushed me into sports, soccer in particular. Luckily I was good at the game and that made things much more bearable. Being raven haired with dark brown eyes and olive skin, made people think that I was of Native American descent. Although I have some Indian blood, I’m not as Indian as I look. In any event, I grew up chasing the soccer ball down the field, a pony tail with feathers holding my hair back as I sped past defenders and the crowd chanted a war chant.
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Tammy was my older sister’s best friend since they were in grade school and now at 19 she was a real hottie. Long dark hair and a sweet a person as you’ll ever want to meet. I had the hot’s for her for years, and loved to watch them as they practiced putting on their makeup and try different clothes on and model them for me, Mainly so I could be close to Tammy! It used to make me mad to listen to Tammy talk about her newest boyfriend and how they always tried to get in her pants.

Even though I had only just turned 18, she was my girl I felt. Her deep dark bedroom eyes melted me when she smiled at me, and her pert tits standing high and proud on her chest, just made me drool. I changed my sheets a lot from my thinking of her when I jacked off.

She practically lived at our house during the summers, keeping me in a constant state of arousal from her short shorts and tank tops, with the bottom of her tits showing. I used to get to rub sun tan lotion on her making me hard as a rock as she would pretend not to notice. I can’t count the times I had to go jack off after rubbing oil on her ass cheeks. Naturally my older sister thought I was a pest, but Tammy always took up for me telling Janice (my sister) that I was a good kid and she liked having me around.
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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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My buddy Aaron called me up last Friday night and asked if my wife and I would like to hang out. He said he wanted to check out a new martini bar located down town and that he wanted to hang out at his place first. He mentioned that it was an upscale bar so to dress accordingly. I knew that Aaron had a thing for Beth and this would be a good opportunity for him to flirt with her and get a real good look at her all dressed up.

I put on a sports coat and looked pretty sharp but Beth looked amazing in the new dress that I had just bought her. She had her hair done up real nice with her nice makeup on and all of her fanciest jewelry on display. She just looked so hot! Beth was very excited as we don’t really get out on the town much, she had been begging me to take her out and I thought it was going to be a great night. On the way over to Aaron’s place, Beth asked what the plan was going to be. I told her that Aaron wanted to hang out at his place and then we would go out afterwards.

Well when we got up to the steps at Aaron’s house, I knocked on the door and our jaws dropped as we found out what Aaron had meant when he said he wanted to “hang out.” When the door swung open, Aaron was standing there buck naked, his huge cock just swinging around in our faces. Beth made some gasping sounds and just stared in awe as she uttered the words, “Oh my god.” Aaron said “Hey, good to see you two, c’mon in.”
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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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