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Wife and the Poolboys

It is a hot summer morning; Lisa’s husband Larry has left for work. Her kids are spending some quality summer time with other relatives on the other side of town. Lisa spends her day relaxing in the quiet house for some much needed personal time. At about noon Lisa go out to her luxurious pool and decide to take a dip. Noticing that the pool needs cleaning, Lisa goes back inside to call the pool cleaners. They let her know that it will take about 2 or 3 hours for them to arrive due to scheduling.

Lisa goes back to her bedroom, not thinking about the day or her pending visitors and put on the skimpiest bikini she owns, one that barely covers her luscious MILF nipples. After she put on her bikini, she glances at the mirror and notices her areolas are not covered very well. Lisa do not think to much about it as she know that no neighbors can see her for some distance away, and she want a tan with as little tan lines as possible. Lisa stops by the kitchen on her way to the pool and grabs a pitcher of iced tea in the refrigerator to take to the pool.

Once there she adjusts her lounger to get the best angle of the son. Finally she lies down, and put her sunglasses on and begins to rub oil all over her body. After about an hour, two young men approach enter her back yard. She are not paying any attention as the music she are listening to in her MP3 has she enjoying her life to the fullest.

Lisa is startled by one of the young men who gently nudge her arm. Quickly she look up at them and notice that she do not recognize them. She grabs her towel to cover herself. “Ma’am we are here to clean the pool,” Timmy says with a bright smile. Timmy is 19 years old, about 6′ 1″ 185 lbs with light brown hair & clean shaven face. He is also muscular & has a little tiny patch of chest hair on his well defined chest. He introduces himself and his partner Johnny. Johnny is 18 and stands about 5′ 10″ 180 lbs with dark hair & a close shaven goatee. Lisa notices that Johnny has well defined abs & clean shaven chest. With a feeling slightly embarrassed by her choice of clothing, she welcomes them and directs them to the pool. She notices as they turn away from her toward the pool, she glance at their hard toned asses as the walk away.

After about a half hour, she notice the boys are getting hot and sweaty from the sun and the heat, Lisa go into the kitchen to get them some glasses with ice for some tea that she want to offer them. Lisa wrap the towel around her waist as she walk away, but before she get to the door, the towel falls off her body and Timmy spots her glorious ass that has nothing but a thong that is barely visible between her ass cheeks. Her desires begin to take over and she no longer cares what she is wearing as these boys see her.
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Wifes Best Friend

Yesterday was a very eventful day.

Let me start off by saying that I am a white male 42 years old 5′ 10″ 175 lbs and I work out religiously. I am married and have 2 children, both girls. I dearly love my wife but like every red blooded American male I do notice the ladies when their looks warrant. Tammy is no exception. She is 5′ 9″ 125lbs, a natural blonde, legs that have seen their share of toning and a set of tits that are firm and sagless. She is the spitting image of Christina Applegate.

My wife and Tammy are best friends and grew up together in our small town in Alabama. They were both on the cheerleading squad. My wife went to work for the local bank and Tammy went on to be a cheerleader at the local college where she met and married her husband. She is a stay at home mom and her husband is a dentist so they are very well off to say the least. She and the wife go out every other Friday night, kind of a girls night out thing. Yesterday was a Friday, and it was their time to do their thing.

I work nights so I was at home cruising the net and checking out all the naked women when I heard the door shut. I figured it was the wife so I thought I would greet her with a stiff dick and have a little fun. I stroked my cock a few more times and went to greet her. Imagine my shock when I entered the living room and was met by Tammy. Here I was with a raging hard on and my wife’s best friend. I tried to cover up my dick but it’s pretty hard to hide 8 inches of stiff meat.

“Tammy! I’m sorry I thought you were Shelia!” I said as I caught her staring at my cock.

“Greg! I really should have rang the doorbell but Shelia said you would be in bed by now.” She never looked away from my feeble attempt to hide myself. “I just brought this stuff for her to try on before tonight.” She broke her stare and looked at the rest of my body as a sly grin over took the look of shock.

“Let me get something on.” I stammered.

“Why? You look comfortable to me like you are.”

“I’m naked, in case you haven’t noticed.”

“OH, I couldn’t tell, I’m glad you told me or I might have missed the show.”

“Very funny, now if you don’t mind I’m going to get dressed.”

“What if I do mind?”

“What?”

“Shelia is always bragging about what a big dick you have. She says you are 8 inches but I told her she was full of shit. Let me see it.”
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Peeping Can Have Its Advantages

It happened quite be accident. I had been staying in my Uncles beach house alone for only a few days, waiting for the impending nuptials of my cousin.

Being alone, bored in a strange place, I explored a lot…and that’s when I discovered and started playing with his telescope.

I don’t know how I first landed my viewfinder on that window, or why I kept looking again after I spotted the couple.

I think I bumped it accidentally and it went from a view of the heavens and straight into a view of my temporary neighbor’s bedroom.

Okay I should probably tell you that I’ve been watching his house for a few days. You would too if you saw this guy! He was the epitome of beefcake. About 6″ dark hair, dark eyes and very obviously took good care of himself. Looked almost like a poster boy for a roids campaign, but with how he faithfully got up every morning to run and seemed to disappear in the early evenings only to come back sweaty and in need of a shower made me think he had no preservatives added. Not only that, but all his friends seemed to have that same look! I was in heaven!

Apparently beefcake flocks together.

I leaned in to look through the telescope and was brought short. My eyes opened wider as I watched this extremely beautiful, and mostly naked, (save for a bra and panties and what looked to be a pair of black patent leather high heels) woman standing at the foot of his bed, she slowly swayed back and forth moving her body to some tune that I couldn’t hear.

Beefcake lay back on the bed, completely naked.

Yum!

The Beauty swayed this way and that, turning and slowly bending at the waist to slide her panties down her shapely legs, giving him what I was sure was an excellent view of her toned ass. I leaned back a moment and made sure the lens was clean before I brought my eye back to the viewfinder.

I gaped as she moved like a trained burlesque dancer, exciting him as well as me with her subtle graceful movements. I felt the stirrings of arousal move through my body as I tore my eyes from her then smiled as I saw beefcake run his hand up and down the length of his very proportional cock.

I was glad I wasn’t the only one being effected!
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Horny Stripper

I heard my song blasting in the background and started to strut down the stage. To tell you the truth, being a stripper is exciting at first, but I’ve been doing the same routine for almost a year, 4 nights a week. It’s getting kind of boring. Sure being watched by hundreds of men still gives me the thrill, I simply love showing off my body. I love it when they get wide eyed as I spread my legs or squat with my knees spread wide right in front of their noses with only a g-string or a crotchless g-string running between my waxed and wet pussy lips and my swollen clit. It is one of my favourite dance moves.

Another thing I love to show off is my pasties collection. They are small strips of materials cut into shapes and pasted onto the skin with latex glue. They came in lots of colours and shapes. Black, blue, white, American flag coloured, sequined, red, purple, with diamante, crystals, velvet, even nipple-less and one with tassels! You name it they’ve got it! Ones for the nipples are pretty simple to use, you just put a small amount of latex glue, stick it and you’re ready to go, while the one for the pussy is a bit more tedious. First I have to wax off everything, because I hate it when the pastie doesn’t stick properly and I made sure my pussy is absolutely dry.

I used to have a problem when I first started being a stripper, because although I’m as dry as nail when I started my shtick, after two minutes of shedding my clothes, grinding the pole and watching those hungry eyes, I couldn’t help getting wet and horny as hell. What I usually do is, I searched for a ‘more’ decent looking guy in my audience and locked eye contact with him. For the rest of my performance I’d be looking mostly at him. Then after I’m finished, I’d tell the bouncer to give the man a message and tell him to get into the changing room. We would usually go his or my place. I know this sounds dangerous but the thrill of not knowing what’s going to happen makes me even more excited.

Sadly this doesn’t happen very often anymore because as I told you I’m beginning to get bored with the whole routine.

One very late night when the joint was about to close, I was the last one to stay and dance. The other dancers have gone home and for some reason I was horny and as a result I couldn’t stop rubbing my clit before going to the stage. I know I would most probably have to fuck one of my audiences again after so long. I even had a problem sticking the pastie for my pussy as I was so wet, but after several messy attempts, I finally succeeded. This time I used the plain, red sequined pasties. I love the way they glitter under the lights and the colour is such a contrast with my fair skin.

The nipple pasties are round and the one for my pussy is triangular. Almost like the front part of a thong. It covered the front part of my pussy mound and disappears into my crack. When I walk the sequins rubs against my thighs making it tickles, when I squat down, the glue seemed to pull the skin around it real tight.
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Anna Goes Dogging

It had been a long time fantasy for my hot wife, Anna and I. I love watching her getting fucked, and she loves having some stranger use her for his personal gratification, especially outdoors. So dogging was something we were bound to experience.

For months we had read dogging stories and watched several internet movies of dirty wives and girlfriends turning up at local car parks to get fucked and covered in hot cum. We knew of several alleged dogging sites within a five mile radius of own home, but naturally we were both concerned about meeting somebody we knew or could possible bump into in the street.

After about six months of fantasising, Anna and I decided on a weekend away near some dogging locations. We booked a smart hotel in the countryside which was supposed to be three miles from two different dogging sites. One of the locations claimed to be frequently busy with regular doggers, especially on Fridays and Saturdays. The other location admitted to being quieter with the possibility of nobody turning up at all.

We arrived at the hotel around 3pm on a cold November afternoon and quickly got ourselves settled in. The summer would have been an ideal time but Anna had decided that it was now or never. We had our dinner early and then went back to the room to get ready.

Around 9pm we were ready to go. Due to the cold weather Anna had chosen to wear a tight fitting pair of jeans, which emphasised her amazing behind. But as we were going dogging, she opted to brave some of the cold and wore a go-go wrap over top. The bow in the middle of her fantastic 32C bust was extremely inviting, and I knew some lucky dogger was going to enjoy pulling on it tonight.

As it was our first time we agreed to visit the quieter site first. After a quick look at the map we were off, the nervous tension was obvious as we rode the short trip in silence. My cock was raging as the many dogging images, previously viewed, flooded my mind. I was finally going to see my beautiful wife carry out the very same filthy acts. I looked across at Anna as she nervously smoked a cigarette, looking down I noticed her nipples, hard as bullets, poking through her thin top.
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Just One Dance

I was with my girls at the club, same setting as any other club. Lights blinking along with the rhythm of the music. Foggy dance floor which you could hardly see due to the great lighting and the different clumps of people dancing with each other. They pretty much dragged me out saying I was in dire need of a drink. They, by they I mean Lani and Kristi, decided I couldn’t dress myself properly. So my outfit consisted of a black tank top with a built-in bra (which my 38Cs fit perfectly), a plaid miniskirt with no panties and my black boots. My long black hair cascaded down my back in loose curls.

You may wonder why I let my friends Tweedle Ditz and Tweedle Bum dress me as their Barbie. A week ago, I’d broken up with my boyfriend due to his need to fuck in every place he could think of. Sure, it sounds charming but the last straw was when I dropped my keys in the parking lot at Wal-Mart. I’m not a PDA kind of girl and though the sex was great that was too much in the open for me. As for letting them dress me up, I’d been a downer lately and decided to make it up to them by letting them make me up. I mean what harm could I get into at a dance club?

“Those men wanted to buy you drinks.” There were shots for each of us. Lani winked, Kristi smiled and I nodded. We downed them at the same time.

“The the brother on the side is just my type,” Lani giggled talking about the good-looking black guy sporting his Sean John Jump suit and his wide-rim “Player” hat to match.

“Girl, what are you talkin about? I mean he has the name of his game written all over his hat!” Kristi replied in her New York accent. “Now if you ask me Mister Edward Cullen look-a-like on the other side of “Mister Business, I’m too important to look up and show my face” is TOO good to be true.”

“Mister Business” as Kristi called him, signaled to the Waiter in which more shots were planted in front of us. Lani licked her glass and winked again, Kristi blew a kiss and I simply nodded toward them. It went on, us downing shots for 10 min. with minimum contact between the providers of the warm feeling we were getting in our throats.

“I guess Mister Biz is all yours Jules!” Lani giggled. “I mean you do like them mysterious, right?” Feeling the effect of the booze tingling I still held my ground.

“No, I’m not here for that! It’s our girl’s night, right? Let’s Boogie!” I grabbed Kristi, who already had a hold of Lani.

“Only if she never says “Boogie” again.” She laughed.
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Wife Goes Shopping

Today, I went to Dillard’s to get some new summer outfits. I had been dieting and working out all winter and was ready to slip into something new. While I was looking through some racks of skirts and tank tops I noticed a young black man staring at me. I smiled at him and he seemed to blush and turn away.

As I left the store with a few purchases and was walking through the mall parking lot that guy pulled up next to me in his car. He had some hood-tricked out Toyota. I had to smile to myself.

“Hey, you want to go party with us?” He said. I noticed he had two other black young men in the car with him. I knew what they had in mind and I hadn’t had a black cock in a while. My husband was at home with my kids so what the hell. He owed me some time anyways, he works all the time and leaves me with them.

“Sure, but where is the party?” I asked grinning.

“We have a room over at that hotel and a couple 12 packs.” He said. “You can ride with us or follow us over if you want.”

I said “Sure I could use a drink” and I licked my lips, which had a nice shade of red lipstick coating them “and I have some time to kill. Why don’t I follow you over, my car is right there.”

“Don’t get lost,” he said. I finished the short distance to my car that my husband had worked very hard to get me. The last few yards to the car I could hear some of their comments about my body. I suddenly got a little moist in my crotch thinking about their young hard cocks. Then I got a little worried. It had been at least 5 years since a black man had fucked me. My husband who is white has a nice cock but only about 8 inches and I was getting ready to have sex with 3 black young studs. I knew it; they knew it, no sense in hiding it.

I jumped in my car and nodded to them. They waved me on behind them. Then I heard some R & B start to jam out their window. That told me that they were obviously pretty young and probably very horny.

I followed the short distance to the hotel.

We parked and since it was one of those shady hotels with outside access to each room I knew I wouldn’t have to worry about being seen in a hotel lobby. I watched them walk up to a room, 215 was the number. Then I followed quickly.

One of them held the door open. I walked in and he closed the door and locked it. He then asked, “What is the hurry?”

“I am married and I don’t want anyone to see me come in here.” I said.
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Beach Blanket Party

My friend Rachel and I treated ourselves to a cruise to celebrate a promotion I had received at work. We were enjoying the stops in the different ports and the time we got to relax at the pool with some drinks.

At one of our ports, we decided to be adventurous and check out one of the nude beaches that we had heard some of the passengers talking about. Since it was our first time, we chose a spot that was a little out of the way, but where we could still see the scenery.

We decided to start out topless and survey the people around us to see just how far everyone went. We laid out our towels and got out the sunscreen. I had covered the front of my body and asked Rachel if she could spread the lotion on my back. Maybe it was the setting or being relaxed from our vacation, but my skin began to tingle as Rachel spread the lotion on my back. My nipples became hard almost as soon as she touched my skin. I hoped she couldn’t tell. As she spread the lotion down my arm, she grazed the side of my breast and my skin tingled even more and my nipples became tighter. I knew it was an accident and I wasn’t sure what I would do anyway. When she rubbed down my other arm and brushed the side of my other breast I let out a quick gasp before I realized what I had done. I was afraid Rachel would be offended and run away. Instead she asked me if I liked it. I didn’t know what to say, and I stammered, “Y-y-yes.”

Rachel continued to spread the lotion on my arms and brush the sides of my breasts. I knew what she was doing and felt powerless to stop her. I had fantasized about being with another woman but never thought I would. Rachel asked me if I wanted her to continue and I simply moaned in pleasure.

She took hold of my arms and turned me to face her. I was quivering with excitement, wondering what she was going to do. She leaned into me and gently touched her lips to mine. I felt the heat run straight down to my pussy. She deepened the kiss and brought her fingertips to my nipples. I groaned once again. Once again she asked me if I wanted her to continue. All I could do was nod. Rachel laid me down on the towel and then lay beside me. She continued to run her fingers over my lips, and across my nipples. The sensation was amazing.
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The Wimp and The Sexy Wife

During my career selling real estate I’ve come in contact with all kinds of people. However, one couple stands out in my mind as the most remarkable and erotic I have ever encountered.

Sonny, and his attractive wife Bonnie, came into my office one day and said they wanted to see some homes in the area within a certain price range.

After the usual introductions and the customary hand shakes, I selected half a dozen or so properties that met their requirements from the computer.

Since I had no other appointments that afternoon we piled into my car and away we went. Sonny sat up front so I began to size him up as we drove on.

He was a casual, laid back kind of guy, middle-aged, with a slight paunch who didn’t have much to say. I could see Bonnie only in the rear view mirror and an occasional glance over my shoulder. She seemed to be the “take charge” type and did most of the talking. From what I could see she looked very pretty and appeared younger than her husband by more than just a few years.

As we visited several homes, I had a better chance to check out Bonnie. Her personality was completely unlike Sonny. Her attire was different too, a conservative outfit, with no attempt to hide the voluptuous body underneath. Trim, and full figured, she carried her head high and proudly thrust out her generous, pointed breasts. She was obviously taking good care of herself in the body department. I noticed also when we talked she would eye me up and down and when our eyes met she gave me a slight smile and her tongue peeked out between her teeth to touch her upper lip. More than once I was sure she intentionally brushed against me with her breasts. She made no comment or excuse but I thought I heard her murmur “Mmmm,” in an approving tone.

It became apparent that Bonnie was the dominant personality of the two. She seemed to talk down to Sonny and even belittle him on several occasions.

She didn’t ask his opinion about much of anything. This didn’t seem to bother Sonny one bit. I guess he was used to the treatment. By the day’s end I pegged Sonny as a wimp. Bonnie, however, was another story. I figured her for at least a flirtatious prick-teaser. Maybe more.

On the way back to the office, Bonnie suggested we meet again the next day.

We agreed on a time, shook hands and they headed for their car.

The next day I was prepared with a list of five homes to show where I knew the owners would not be home. But I wasn’t prepared for what came through the door.

Sonny was his casual self but the change in Bonnie’s appearance was stunning. Her revealing outfit was intended to show off her dynamite figure. The blouse she wore was a very sheer white silk, through which I could see a lacy, flesh colored bra. A bra so thin that the dark areola around her nipples shown through. Her navy blue skirt was snug, but not too tight, and showed off her firm, well-rounded buttocks. It was cut above the knees with a slit up both sides exposing lots of leg. High heels and dark stockings completed the eye-catching ensemble. Even her auburn hair was styled in a loose, carefree manner.

Sonny grunted something as we shook hands. Bonnie’s full breasts bounced almost unrestrained as she crossed the room to greet me. I was beginning to think my appraisal of these two was close to the mark.
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Wife Goes Back To School

I was tired of being a substitute teacher. Tired of not knowing where I was going to work each day, or if I was even going to work at all. After years of complaining my husband finally told me that I should go back to school and get a graduate degree. He said, it could improve my opportunities, and was he ever right.

I am 36 years old, and still look rather young for my age. People often think that I am in my mid. to early 20’s. And, at 5’5″, 100 pounds, and 34-A small tits, I fit in fairly well in graduate school at Marshall University. It was a busy life, so that’s why it was such a treat when my professor let us go early after taking a test last Thursday.

Not being expected home for a few hours, I thought I would take some time to myself and just relax. After all, I deserved it. Substitute teaching during the day, being a wife and mother, driving to Huntington, working on class projects, doing research, and sitting through classes that ended well past 9 o’clock. Yes, I needed some me time.

I left the classroom and walked to the Student Union. I ordered a drink and went to the lounge and found a seat. I sunk deep into the soft cushions of a couch, letting the world just slip away, and letting out a small sigh. “Long day?” A voice came from the side.

I flinch, startled as I returned to reality, “Yes. Yes, it was.” I said as I glanced around for the source of the inquiry. A tall good-looking young man stood at the end of the couch.

“Sorry for surprising you.” He said, “I’m glad we got out of class too.” He paused, “I have had so much work lately, with term papers, projects, and tests I don’t know if I will ever get done.”

“No, that’s OK,” I said. “Are you in my class?”

“Yeah.” He said, “I usually sit in the back. You sit toward the front of the class, on the right-hand side.”

“Um huh”

“Yeah, I noticed you a few times.”

“Alright?” I responded uncertainly.

“Mind if I set down?”

“No, go ahead.” I said.

He took a seat on the couch. Then took a drink of his drink. It was then that I noticed how good-looking and well built he was. I could tell he was athletic, with sandy brown hair, green eyes, and dark complexion. He wore tight fitting jeans, a gray MU t-shirt, and untied high-top shoes.

We talked about his school, where he was from, his family’s business, where I met my husband; that sort of thing. He told me that he was engaged but that his fiancé had graduated last semester, and went back home to take a job as an accountant. He said that they visit each other occasionally on weekends but he still missed her and thought about her all the time. I told him that was very romantic and told him that I hoped it lasts. I hadn’t planned on opening up to him this way but it just ended up that way. Then I let out another sigh.
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Party Surprise

Ever wondered how far your wife would go with someone else? Whether she acts differently when you’re not there? Here’s my experience and believe me it was a shock.

It started at her office Christmas Party. Because there had been too many restrictions the year before with party poopers and politically correct bores it had been decided to have it at a private house. That way it wasn’t technically anything to do with the firm and they didn’t need to invite the spoilsports anyway. So they let it be known it was going to be noisy, naughty and the drink was going to flow. It was up to each employee to decide if they wanted to bring their partner – all were welcome.

My wife wanted me to join her and I agreed. We are a quiet couple and my wife is usually very shy – and unfortunately a bit straight-laced. Or so I thought! Now we like to enjoy ourselves and have a dance and a drink – but we’re never exactly wild and loud. Anyway you’ve got the picture – so there we were and the party was in full swing. Trouble was I couldn’t drink because of medication but that was ok – it was after all my wife’s party and I told her to enjoy herself – no problem.

My wife had spent time circulating and chatting while I was happy to watch the “going’s on” and antics of the crowd when the alcohol started to take effect. When my wife rejoined me I commented on how some people seemed to be getting out of hand. Hands were wandering up skirts and down blouses and men’s crotches were being felt.

“It’s only a bit of harmless fun,” said my wife. That was the first surprise! Usually she would be the first to frown on public displays of sex. I noticed a woman with two men – one was giving her hell of a passionate kiss while the other waited his turn. The men managed to do the same with several women – some while their husbands were nearby. I commented again to my wife.

“They’re just enjoying themselves – it’s only because it’s Christmas,” she said quietly. She seemed to be envious and I felt a bit unsettled about it. It was as though she thought my presence was spoiling her fun. Feeling annoyed I asked her a question.

“So if I wasn’t here those men would be groping you too?”

“Well they might do that anyway – they don’t seem to care do they?”

Her reply shocked me but worse was to come.

“You wouldn’t object to them dragging you off to a dark corner to have a feel of your tits while they slobbered all over you then? They’re doing a bit more than giving a Christmas kiss under the mistletoe aren’t they?” There was a tone in my voice.

“They are nice guys really – I’ve always found them ok. It’s just them having fun. I don’t see anyone complaining.” She would never normally have been so broad-minded.
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My Wifes Friends Come To Town

Last week my wife Susan had her twenty-sixth birthday party, and to celebrate we decided to throw a huge party for her. She invited a bunch of her friends from college whom she hadn’t seen in a while, and whom I had never met. I was kind of unsure about whether that was a good idea, but because Susan had never been to a reunion since she graduated, she said she really missed her friends, and after some pouting she convinced me to go along.

The reason I was a bit hesitant was because Susan had been a bit of a party girl back in college. At least that’s what I heard from various people, and from her when she had drunk a bit too much. She admitted that she ran with a “crazy” crowd, and had “hooked up” with almost all the guys in it. I didn’t know what she meant by “hooking up,” but I decided not to ask.

Susan herself is a beautiful girl, with shoulder-length brunette hair and a great smile. She’s average height, with slim legs leading up to a tight, curvy bottom. Her breasts are a small C cup, full and round, and they sit high on her chest. I’m very proud of my wife’s body, and usually I encourage her to show it off. During our trips to the beach, I always encourage her to take off her top at night and walk with me on the shore, and I always get a thrill watching the random guy pass by and gawk. She always acts embarrassed, but I think she enjoys it, too.

On the night of the party, she was dressed in a low cut tank top with a short, swishy skirt. She was very excited to see her old friends again. We went out to dinner beforehand, and at dinner she drank a full bottle of wine. She always gets horny when she drinks, and tonight was no exception. On the ride back home, she couldn’t keep her hands off me. I was driving, and I wanted to be safe, so I brushed her off.

“Honey,” she said, “I may have some fun tonight, so don’t get upset, alright?”

“What do you mean?” I asked, a bit suspicious.

“I’ve known these guys for a long time, and we’ve all been through stuff together, so things are more loose and playful with them,” she said.

“Okay…” I said, not sure I how to respond.

“Just promise me you won’t get jealous if some horseplay goes on. Besides, you always like it when I show off, right?” she asked.

“Well, alright. Just, you know, don’t get crazy,” I said.

“Oh, you know I love you,” she said, and leaned over the seat and kissed me on the cheek.

The rest of the way she was talking about other stuff, but my mind was stuck on the party. I did like it when she showed off, but doing it in front of a bunch of people she knew was different. Still, though, as nervous as I was, I was also a bit turned on. What kind of horseplay did she have in mind?
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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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Tinas Tiny Tits

I have been married to my wife for about ten years and we are very happy together. That doesn’t keep me from looking at other attractive women though. My wife’s littlest sister, Tina, is about 10 years younger than she is. Tina is in her last year at a large Midwestern university. Since you can do the math, I have know Tina since she was a small child. She has always been cute, but she has blossomed since high school. She is about 5″ 4″ tall with a great ass and legs that match. She has very small breasts though. Her lips are naturally rose colored and her dishwater blond hair beautifully frames her deep brown eyes. Since Tina was in high school I have fantasized about her but, obviously, I could do no more than that. After she left for college in a town nearby my fantasies continued but I was always afraid to try to do more. Tina was always very shy and seemed to lack confidence in herself.

Even though she is beautiful and intelligent, she didn’t date. However, recently she started dating a guy and I have noticed a major increase in her self-confidence. She occasionally flirts with me now and I have flirted right back. I have been curious what brought about her rise in self-confidence so I thought I would take her to lunch and do some “investigating”. On one Thursday afternoon I picked her up at her apartment and under the guise of seeing how classes were going, I took her to lunch at a campus watering hole. When we arrived at the bar, we grabbed a booth and got our menus. While the waitress came by to take our orders, I watched Tina carefully. Tina’s eyes could make me melt and her skin looked like pearl. Earlier, when I picked her up I noticed her cut-off jean shorts. Now I noticed the tank top she was wearing and how tightly it snuggled up to her tiny tits.

While we waited for our burgers we both had a beer. Conversation was a comfortable and the beer helped loosen us up more. I told her that I noticed how she seemed like a different person since she began dating. She asked if that was good or bad. “Definitely good,” I said. “In what way?” she wanted to know. When I explained that I had always thought someone as attractive as her should have more self-confidence, she wanted to know more. I told Tina that she should be proud of herself and use her attractiveness to her advantage. She smiled and said she knew what I meant because she has just learned that herself. Now I was curious! “How have you learned that?” I asked. She blushed again and just said that things have been going “well” with her boyfriend.

Our food came and along with it another beer. We shot the breeze while we ate and ordered another couple of beers when the food was gone. We were both losing our inhibitions and I managed to direct our conversation toward sex. I asked Tina if she and her boyfriend “messed around”.

She giggled, blushed and said, “Yes. Well, what do you mean? We have done some things.”

“Have you two made love yet?” I asked. Her look of embarrassment was enough to give away the answer.

I pressed the issue a little more, “Did you like it?”

“Yeah. It’s better than I thought.”

“Really? What did you think it would be like?” my interest (and other things rose).

“Well, I was afraid it would hurt. Or that he wouldn’t like me,” she said.
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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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Party Girl

Ken was getting bored. The party, at least in his mind, had been a total waste.

He sat on the couch, looking through his drink to the light in the living room, which was full of people socializing, chatting or otherwise.

Ken had been completely and entirely unsuccessful tonight, which was very strange because he always ended up taking someone home when he went to one of Sonny’s parties. It was still early, only nine, and people were still coming, but he didn’t have an especially good feeling.

Then he saw Brooke, drinking a glass of wine casually on the stairs. What a gorgeous woman she is, he thought. The softest looking brown hair flowing down to her full breasts, sparkling green eyes, and just the right complexion. Textbook stuff, he called it; short nose, short forehead, pouty lips. Then of course there was her body, which her outfit didn’t exactly hide. Her long tanned legs and slender upper body were draped by a beautiful white and pink dress, a spring sort of dress. He shook his head, smiling, as his eyes met hers, and he walked over.

“Didn’t know you’d be here.”

“You’re so full of shit,” he grinned. “You know full well I always come.”

Brooke smiled, almost fiendishly. “Well, not tonight anyway. Usually if you don’t have a girl crawling all over you by now, you split for a club.”

Ken was a very attractive guy. He was tall and built, very toned. He had brown mahogany eyes that shone when he talked to good looking women and slick black hair. Tonight he was in a light blue dress shirt with khaki slacks, and had left his jacket at the door.

While they went on, Ken couldn’t help but wonder how she had been married to Frank for so long. After all, they were only twenty four, and a woman like Brooke could have anyone she wanted. Especially guys better looking, smarter, and a hell of a lot less boring than Frank. He liked the guy, but he had always doubted that he had what it took to keep a vixen like Brooke satisfied.

Ken’s thoughts were broken as Brooke let out a gasp.
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Sloppy Seconds

“Have a good night, Barry.” My wife turned and kissed me as she left to go clubbing again. She looked pretty sexy with her short black mini-skirt and a leather top. Her long black hair covered some of her large 36c breasts but she brushed it aside to show off. “You like?”

“Of course.” I said running my hand over her leather clad breasts. “You sure Sara can’t wait a few more minutes?” My hand wandered under her skirt and between her legs now rubbing at her black lace panties.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get that later, when I get home. You mind if I get freaky tonight?” she asked coyly, a shitty smile crossed her face. She must be horny already.

“Like what?” already knowing the answer.

“I don’t know, maybe giving some guy head in a bathroom?” Her left hand pressing against my hardening cock.

“I don‘t know,” I sighed as her hand slid up and down the front of my pants.

“Please?” She whispered as she kissed at my neck. “I‘ll tell you all about it, like the last time.”

I couldn‘t take anymore of her teasing, she had been doing it all day. “If you want to.”

She turned kissed me on the cheek, and left with Sara, one of her girlfriends. All night I couldn’t get the picture out of my mind that she was probably giving some guy an awesome blowjob and him cumming allover her face in the process. She had been out several times and the last time this guy had her hands down his pants while begging for a blowjob. I didn’t know about it until the next day, she told me while we were fucking, but she didn’t give him head for fear of pissing me off. After thinking of it nonstop I finally went to sleep in anticipation of my wife arriving home.
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Surprise From Sister in Law

“Does she have to stay here?” I asked my wife.

“Yes she does, she’s my sister,” my wife replied. “You know she has nowhere else to go.”

My sister had just called my wife and said that she had finally packed up her bags and left her cheating husband. After she left, she called my wife to ask if she could stay with us for a few days, until she figured out what she wanted to do next. Of course my wife said yes.

“Well, when is she getting here?”

“Not until this evening. She’s taking a plane this afternoon.”

“Well, I hope she’s a little easier to live with than I’ve heard.”

“Oh, I think you’ll find her fun,” my wife said, and went off to work.

The last time I had seen my sister-in-law was almost five years ago, when she was in college. Back then, she was quite the party animal, was up all night, and never slept. I was really hoping that wouldn’t be the case now, especially because she was going to be living with us for awhile.

When I got home later that day, my wife had already gone to pick her sister Misty up from the airport. So I went out to the backyard and did some yard work.

A couple minutes later, I heard the front door close and my wife and sister-in-law were home from the airport. When I started to go back inside I looked up and saw Misty. My jaw instantly dropped at what I saw.

What I saw was without question the hottest woman I’d ever seen in my life. I immediately went back outside because I couldn’t even talk with her in my shocked state. I stooped by the back window so I could still see her as she talked with my sister, and stared.

Standing in my house was a perfect form of a body. Her long legs gave way to a slender waist that led to by far her greatest feature…her large tits. Not only that but she was wearing some sort of tight, form-fitting exercise clothing that showed off every curve of her body, with some definite cleavage up top.

I tried to gather it together, then I walked inside.

“Hi John!” Misty immediately said. With that, she ran and gave me a big hug.

“Thanks for letting me stay here. I really needed somewhere to go.”

To be honest, I never wanted that hug to end. As my body was pressed up against hers, I could feel her tits press up against my body, and it felt great. I almost forgot that I was married and started kissing her right then and there, but I was able to hold it together.
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Two Sisters and a Plumber

The call came late the night before and so I told the gal I’d be there first thing in the morning unless she wanted to pay plumber overtime. She didn’t.

It was five to seven that next morning when I pulled into the driveway. I gathered my tool pouch and was about to close the door of the van when a woman came out onto the side porch and waved me over.

She was dressed in a pair of shorts that came high on each thigh, low at the midriff wearing a white shirt with the tails tied above her waist and open to a single fastened button midway down between her breasts. She wore strappy heels probably three inches high and was likely five years older than I am. Her hair was worn in that old-fashioned Page boy look.

She explained the problem as water running out from the cabinet below the lavatory basin whenever the basin was emptied or the tap was running.

It’s a common enough problem when the trap corrodes on the way to the drain. Enough corrosion and you have a hole.

I told her I’d have to see it to verify the problem and she asked how much I charged. I explained that I could give her an estimate after seeing it and then for some reason she asked if I was an independent or one of those plumbers that works with a fleet of trucks and plumbers. I’m independent.

As she walked me to the bathroom she asked if I had a lot of work that had to be done today and I explained that I had several jobs to do yet but there was no real emergency on them and that was the reason I’d moved her to the top of my list last night.

I was right about my suspicion of the problem and gave her a verbal estimate. She accepted.

I had to go back to my van to get a new trap and another wrench and returned a couple of minutes later.

As I entered the kitchen again from the back porch entrance there was another gal standing there talking with the first. She had the same hair color and many of the same features except she was shorter and closer to my age I assumed. She wore shorts also but a transparent blouse with a bra under. She wore open-toe sandals and her hair was in a ponytail.

The new gal looked me over and smiled as she commented to the first gal what good taste she had in plumbers. I was introduced and the new gal seemed to be mentally undressing me.

The first gal then took a long look at me and smiled as she agreed on her own good taste.

The first gal introduced the new one as her little sister. She wasn’t a little girl anywhere and had tits and ass at least as sweet as her older sister.
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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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Slut Wifes Back Seat Adventure

My lovely wife is Cassie and I loved her very much. I say I loved her because I am not so sure now after what happened when we were returning from our beach holiday recently! I work in a law office as a junior partner and am very happy working there but sometimes things happen which change our lives and that was what happened on our way back.

Altogether there were 18 of us at this beach holiday and it would be fair to say we were all good friends. Each of us had our wife with us and although I had warned Cassie about these other fellows I assumed they would be kept in order by their wives! How wrong could I be? Anyway, knowing these chaps can get a bit off the rails at times I warned Cassie to be wary of them and not to allow them to get too close to her without me being present!

Cassie is aged 28 and although she is usually very quiet, she can also become the life of a party if she gets in the right mood and this can cause trouble – not only between us but also with other people. Cassie isn’t the prettiest girl in the world but she does have a good figure, short strawberry blond hair and is not very tall. She has the cutest smile and it is this smile which has got her into trouble on a few occasions. I couldn’t say she is always a flirt but sometimes some man or other will get her going and then she turns into a real flirt!

I know Cassie wasn’t a virgin when I married her. She had told me about several of her boyfriends who had fucked her many times when she was going with them. She always kept their identity secret but didn’t mind telling me all the juicy details. I hadn’t had any experience prior to marrying Cassie so all I knew I learned from her.

We all enjoyed our weekend at the beach house – it was owned by the senior partner of the firm and although he was the same age as myself – 30 – he was very rich and came from a wealthy family. He was also the leader where there was any misbehavior and he was one person I had warned Cassie about.

The accommodation was quite cramped because there were only 5 bedrooms but we were able to have enough beds by having some in the dining room and the main entertainment room. We had double beds in the 5 bedrooms and the dining room and there were 3 double beds in the entertainment room. It was a well known fact that some of the couples were into swapping wives and so it was carefully arranged that these should be the people who slept in the dining and entertainment rooms.

We romped about on the beach and although a couple of the wives ran around the beach topless, the rest of us were suitably clad and tried to not take much notice of the topless girls. All of the men kept their bathing suits on so it was really not too bad. I kept Cassie in my sight most of the time making sure none of the men tried anything with her. At one stage during the stay she told me I was suffocating her and she should be allowed to do her own thing! I told her I was sorry but I knew what these chaps were capable of and didn’t want her to get involved with them – she may be taken advantage of!
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From Married Friend To Knocked Up Lover

When I first met Emily I have to admit that I thought about sliding my cock inside her married pussy. She is a 5′ 5″, short haired redhead, 31 years old with blue eyes and milk white skin. She is soft featured with very nice curves. She possesses a polished professional look with a soccer mom sensibility.

I decided early on that I would behave since she had a young son and enough issues with her marriage. In fairly short order we became good friends. We regularly talked and exchanged e-mail. I offered advice and an ear when she shared her family troubles.

We had been friends for more than six months exchanging nothing more than a hug.

One evening while texting her comments and questions turned to sexual nature. I entered this conversation cautiously at first but was soon texting her explicitly with what I wanted to do to her.

I heard a knock on my door. I was shocked when I opened the door and Emily stood before me.

She moved towards me, embraced me and whispered in my ear “do u want to fuck me?”

My cock was already throbbing from our texts and I emphatically answered “yes!”

She told me that she had never cheated on her husband before and implored me “please make it worth it!”

Quickly closing the door I assured Emily “you won’t be disappointed.”

I immediately began to kiss Emily deeply exploring her mouth.

When we broke from the kiss she said to me “your bed”.

I took her hand and led her into my bedroom. I pushed her down on the bed, climbed over top of her and began to kiss her again. I licked and sucked on her ears and neck. Emily began to lightly moan as I explored her with my tongue.

I pulled at her shirt prompting her to remove it. Once off I saw more of her glorious white skin contrasted by her black lacy bra.

I continued with her neck and shoulders while sliding my fingers under her bra cups gently squeezing her erect nipples.

I reached under her and popped the hook on her bra. She got the idea and pulled her bra off casting it to the floor.

Her creamy ample breasts are adorned with big red nipples. I immediately took both breasts in my hands and began to caress them. My mouth was drawn to her luscious nipples. I took one of her sanguine nipples in my mouth and began to suck. Emily devilishly smiled. I took my time and thoroughly enjoyed Emily’s tits.

My tongue began to wander south as I gently licked and nibbled on her belly. I started to unfasten her jeans. I stood and tugged at the pant legs pulling free her jeans to the floor. I was blessed to see even more of Emily’s milky flesh again contrasted by her lacy black panties.

I placed a pillow underneath Emily’s lower back. I spread her legs and began to lick her creamy inner thighs. I could smell the musk of Emily’s pussy and see that her panties were moist. I gently caressed her through her panties as my nose filled with the glorious aroma of her sex. My cock throbbed!

I stood again closing her legs and pulling her panties from her. Once free of her panties Emily spread her legs exposing her beautiful bare crimson pussy. My cock twitched as I beheld Emily’s big juicy labia and absolutely huge clit. I hungrily dove in as my cock pulsated.

As soon as I took the first taste of Emily she encouraged me “oh yes… lick me!”

I explored Emily taking her lips in my mouth, running my tongue under her fat swollen clit, pushing my tongue inside her cunt and licking her pretty little ass. I thoroughly sampled her flesh.

I moved back to Emily’s fat clit. I pulled back her clit hood with my left hand and began to gently lick. Emily immediately moaned as she placed a hand on my head. I placed two fingers of my right hand at the opening of her fuck hole and easily slid them inside her hot wet cunt.

I continued to tease Emily’s clit and finger fuck her pussy. I could hear her breathing change and her moans grow louder. She, now with both hands, took handfuls of my hair and began to grind her clit into my mouth.

She, through a panting labored voice, said to me “you’re gonna make me cum!”

Emily’s body tensed up. She let out a deafening moan as her little body shuddered in orgasmic waves.

She pulled me away from her clit muttering “too sensitive, too sensitive”.

After a brief pause she smiled at me ear to ear and ordered “on your back… I want you inside me!”

I quickly obliged rolling to my back with my cock pointed sky ward. She shakily straddled me grabbing a hold of my cock. The head of my cock was soaked with precum. Emily rubbed me on her folds of flesh before positioning her hole above my cock. She began to push down. Her wet cunt quickly acquiesced to my girth. Emily gasped as she took my length.

So many thoughts swirled through my head at this moment. I thought about how good her fat labia looked enveloping my cock. I thought about how good it felt to be inside of her. I thought about how lucky I was to have a hot redhead riding my cock. Then as she placed her hands on my chest I saw her wedding ring. I thought about the taboo I had just broken about having my bare cock inside another man’s wife.

Emily went from taking full strokes on my cock to rocking on me while grinding her clit. Her breathing began to hasten. I took hold of her hands in mine. Feeling her wedding ring again reminded me I was violating married pussy. The thought made my cock throb even harder inside Emily.

I asked Emily “are you gonna cum on my cock?”

She replied “oh yes I am”.

She was frantically grinding on me as I told her “you’re my fuck slut and you need to cream my cock!”

Emily let out another deafening moan as her body trembled. I could feel the walls of her pussy contracting around my cock. Her already wet pussy began to flow as I felt her juices dribbling down on my balls.

After a brief cool down Emily began to ride me with full strokes again. My bare cock was completely coated with her juices. I could see her wetness glistening on my shaft as her folds of woman flesh rose along my length.

I nearly exploded inside her when she told me “I want to make you cum, cum inside me… inside my pussy!”

The thought of inseminating another man’s wife thrilled me. This was a taboo I wanted to break but Emily had told me on several occasions that she was not on the pill.

I delayed by saying “so u think just ’cause you’re a hot little redheaded fuck slut you’re gonna make me cum quick? I wanna keep you on my cock for a long time! You’re gonna have to work for it!”

She growled at me “I’m gonna make you cum with my pussy!” as she pounded me harder and faster.

While it was true that I wanted Emily to ride my cock forever I was very close to cumming.

Emily is so fucking hot and her pussy was sending me into absolute ecstasy.

“Oh no” I thought, “I can’t hold back any longer!”

My muscles began to tighten. Emily recognized that I was about to pop and she said “give me all of your hot cum!”

At that moment my cock began to spasm. I briefly panicked thinking “oh no! I’m cumming inside Emily’s unprotected and married pussy!”

I jetted off bursts of hot sticky cum inside Emily. She took my cock balls deep and rocked on me. Emily was giving me the most intense orgasm of my life!

When my orgasm had subsided Emily, with my half hard cock still inside of her, began to kiss me deeply.

She then whispered in my ear “I want you to fuck me again”.

I thought “well the damage is done”.

She moved away from me allowing for my glazed cock to fall from her cum dripping pussy. She took my cock in her left hand and my balls in her right.

Emily began to stroke and massage me as she said “you’re still pretty hard. I bet you could fuck me right now. I’ll get u rock hard first though”.

I again was reminded of her wedding vows as I felt her ring on my cock. I looked down at her stroking me and saw that my cum was on her wedding ring.

I thought “what an appropriate metaphor for what I just did to Emily”.

Emily went from stroking me to sucking me. She lapped up every bit of our juices from my cock and balls. In the process she returned me to fully erect.

At this point my lust for Emily had superseded all other concerns.

When she was satisfied that I was firm enough she moved up and began to kiss me deeply. I could taste our sex on her lips. My cock throbbed.

She stopped to ask me “do you like how our juices taste mixed together?”

My cock pulsated again at the question. I responded “oh yes! In fact I must have your clit in my mouth again!”

Emily smiled and rolled over placing a pillow under her lower back. She spread her legs and I saw my cum seeping from her engorged red pussy. I eagerly took her glazed clit in my mouth. I licked her up and down from ass to clit. My cock twitched with anticipation of sliding inside her pussy again. Finally I could wait no longer and I brought the head of my cock to the opening of her cunt.

I asked Emily “are you ready?”

She responded by grabbing my ass, pulling me inside her and saying “just give me your cock!”

As I entered Emily my cock displaced even more of my cum.

As I fucked Emily she demanded “harder… faster”.

I looked into Emily’s pretty blue eyes as I took a hold of the head board and railed her. I pounded Emily for a long time. Crashing into her was beginning to hurt but we were so caught up in passion neither of us cared. I was thoroughly using Emily’s married pussy. I could feel my orgasm nearing.

I warned Emily “I’m gonna cum inside of you again!”

Emily feverishly responded “give it to me deep!”

I obliged as I pulled myself deep inside of Emily leveraging myself with the head board. I exploded deep inside Emily again. Wave after wave of my seed flooding her flesh. I was sure I coated her cervix! I collapsed only then realizing then that sweat was gripping from me, my heart was racing and I was out of breath!

I asked Emily “was it worth it?”

She in a sultry voice responded “I had no idea it could ever be that good!”

Emily and I got cleaned up and dressed. She said she really had to be going and hoped I understood why.

I walked her to her car where after a kiss and a hug she whispered in my ear “thank you”.

As she drove off I thought “I am sending Emily back to her husband bare backed, creamed, and with my cum seeping from her pussy… I wonder if I got her pregnant?”

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…)

Stripper Spice

My wife and I have been married for almost three years. We live in the suburbs of a big city so we are not sheltered from the goings on of the clubs and night scenes. A thirty-minute drive will lead you to whatever excitement you are looking for. We met in college and fell in love right away. We got married right after graduation.

Kelly had a few experiences with guys, but since we dated for almost two years, it was safe to say that I was pretty much the only guy she knew intimately. Kelly was very conservative, almost painfully shy. She was a knockout though. She was tall and slim with very nice breasts. She weighed about 115 lbs, blonde hair, and blue eyes. She was the typical all American girl. She had a great sense of humor and we got along great.

Although the sex was good, I longed for Kelly to be a little more adventuresome in bed. She shied away when I tried to introduce porn or sex toys. I wanted more than the typical missionary position ho hum sex life than we were engaged in. I wanted some spice. I needed to keep things lively. Little did I know that things were about to take a 180-degree turn for the better.

One of Kelly’s friends from college got engaged and asked Kelly to be her maid of honor. Of course Kelly didn’t hesitate to agree. They spent the next couple of weeks doing what it is women do when the start planning a wedding. I tried to stay out of it as much as possible. One day Kelly came told me she was having difficulty deciding what to do for Kelly’s bachelorette party. I made a few suggestions, but Kelly seemed to think they weren’t wild enough for her friend Michelle. Kelly really wanted to show Michelle a good time on her last night of freedom.

“Why don’t you guys head into the city to one of the strip clubs? You can’t go wrong with a strip club,” I said.

“I don’t know Jim. I’ve never been to one of those places and I don’t think I would be comfortable at one.”

“What do you mean,” I asked.

“Well I just don’t know. Do they get totally..you know…naked?”

I couldn’t help but laugh. Kelly was so naive. You could tell the subject was embarrassing her.

“Of course they do. Why do you think the call it a strip club? It’s not like you haven’t seen a man naked before. What are you scared of?”

“Well what if one of them tries something? I mean what if they try to rape us or something?”

Again I laughed, “Kelly they have security there, and besides no touching is allowed. You will be completely safe. Trust me.” Although hesitant, Kelly agreed that is what they would do for Michelle. She acted like the thought of going to a strip club disgusted her. I, on the other hand was hoping she would enjoy it. Maybe this would be the outlet I was looking for to loosen her up in bed a little bit. It could backfire on me though and send her further in the other direction.

The girls set the date for two nights before the wedding. Kelly and her friends met up at our house and headed off for their big night.

“I won’t be home too late honey. I promise,” Kelly said as she kissed me goodnight.

“Don’t worry. Just have a good time and be safe. Don’t drink and drive.”

“I won’t. Mandy is driving us tonight anyway. You sure you don’t have a problem with where we’re going?” she asked as she looked to me as if I was going to try and stop her. She wasn’t going to get out of it that easy.

“Of course not Kelly. Why would I get upset about something like that? It’s not like I haven’t been to strip clubs before.” Oh shit. Did I say that out loud?

“Oh really? I guess we’ll have to discuss that when I get home. I’ll see you later.”

I don’t know how I was supposed to feel about my conservative wife going out to experience men in the nude for the first time, but I knew it was causing a stir in my pants. I went to the room and had a quick wank session thinking about my wife surrounded by some young studs with the tools swinging at her. I couldn’t get the image of my wife stuffing dollar bills in some guy’s thong while she admired his package out of my mind.

It was close to 2 am when I heard the car pull up in the driveway. Kelly and her friends made a lot of noise when they came in and were obviously very loaded. I heard them giggling as they talked about there night out on the town. Some of the more boisterous girls were talking graphically about certain guys they had seen at the club. The made comments about how big of a bulge certain guys had in their thongs, and how they would like to see their packages in the flesh. Some even made the comments about how they’d like to grab the guys and see how big they were hard. Almost all of them compared the men to their husbands and made remarks on how much bigger these guys must be than what they had at home. I just heard Kelly giggle along with the rest of them.

Kelly slipped into be about an hour later. I could tell she was very tanked.

“Jim. Are you awake?”

“Yeah,” I replied. “Did you guys have a good time?”

“Yeah it was kind of fun. Some of the girls sure made fools out of themselves. You should have heard some of the cat calls they were giving those guys.”

“Well what about you. Did you see anything you liked?”

“Oh hush Jim. You know I just went along with Michelle because I’m her maid of honor. I actually thought it was quite funny seeing those guys dance around in their little thongs. I did have fun though.”

Kelly reached over and started rubbing my crotch. My dick was getting hard instantly. Kelly was wild by her standards tonight. I usually had to initiate any sex. It was almost unheard of for her to start with me like she was tonight; I could tell that her night out had made her quite horny. We made love like never before that night.

“Oh yeah Jim fuck me. Fuck me with that lovely cock of yours,” she screamed.
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Its Good To Be The Boss

Owning your own business has it’s downsides, sure. Bills, resposibilty, there’s no real stability and a hell of a lot of pressure, of course it does have perks as well. You can make your own hours and you don’t really answer to anyone but the government I suppose. And you have employees to do the shitty work for you. Being the boss can be fun, but much of the time there are hard decisions you have to make. That’s what this story is about and I swear to god it’s true!

Michelle had been working for me for a couple months in the store. We sell music and this is a pretty laid back job and what many would consider a great place to work. She was actually an animator just between jobs and I only hired her to be nice to her boyfriend. He was a regular and we talked alot in the store. I didn’t particularly care for him, but I liked his money and always enjoyed when he brought Michelle with him. It’s not that she was so hot or anything, but she was pretty cute and she had a couple things going for her. The first thing was her height. I’m not into short girls or anything, but she was maybe 5’3″ and I have to tell you, double d’s look fucking huge on a girl that short! Maybe they were just d’s and not double, but on her they just looked so fucking big and delicious. The other thing she had going for her was her attitude. She wasn’t rude or anything, but she always had a bored look on her face, like a bitch that thinks she’s too cool for everyone. Truth be told, she was pretty fucking cool. She liked all the same music that we liked and she wasn’t one of those girly girls that can’t hang out or look like they spend an hour on their makeup. She just had a bit of a “fuck you” face. I didn’t care. Instead of talking to her jerkoff boyfriend, I would just try to sneak a peak at her cleavage whenever she wore a low cut top. I suppose another bonus she had working for her was her ethnicity. I don’t know what she was, but she was most likely white and part Spanish or Philipino or Thai. Kind of like Jessica Alba, but let’s be real, she was no Alba. She often had dark cirlces under her eyes like she didn’t get enough sleep and she was nowhere near as fit as Jessica Alba. She had some weight on her. Not that you would say she’s fat, but you wouldn’t think she was thin and whatever fat she had, you knew it was just adding to her melons.

So I hired her to work the till and do some sales for a while. Cute girls behind the counter never hurt sales. But after a few months I was through. She was terrible! She had no energy and she didn’t like helping customers at all, so she was very slow in dealing with them and she gave half hearted smiles that were totally see through. Sales went down on her shifts and truth be told, I didn’t care how big her tits were, I would have fired her within the first 30 days when this all became apparant except about a week after hiring her her boyfriend and I were talkign about girls and fucking when he tells me about her. How she likes it rough in the ass and how deep she can throat a cock! So that held me off for the next couple of weeks. Everytime I saw her slacking on the job I just started thinking about her taking it balls deep in her ass or between those full lips of hers. I couldn’t get it out of my head.

I wouldn’t say we became friends, but we definitely talked more without her boyfriend there all day. She seemed sweet enough, but between all the words she actually said, all I could hear her say was, “Fuck my ass harder!” I even felt the slightest hint of attraction between us. Nothing Hollywood or cliche, but just the moments during a conversation when you look into each other’s eyes and within a laugh or pause you feel a little vulneraility on her part. Before flirting. A slight acknowledgement of sexual chemistry that is never said or acted upon.

But I couldn’t put it off any longer. She had to be let go. She wasn’t even watching the floor for shoplifters anymore! And it cost me more to have her on than she made on her shifts. I was actually losing money! So I waited for the end of her shift one night and decided to break the news. I was sure it come as a shock since I never led on that this coming or that I was dissapointed. We had just had a boxset worth over $150 get stolen on her shift today and it wasn’t the first time. So I was pretty pissed off.

She came into the back room after closing and I asked her to sit down.

“I have to let you go. I’m sorry, this just isn’t working out.” I was cold. I had to be, this is what you do as an employer.

She was calm and I guess I would say shocked but it never really showed on her bitch face.

“Really?” She said.

“It can’t be a complete surprise, Michelle. Come on! You don’t even try to look like you’re working anymore! You have a shitty attitude and you don’t bring anything to the store to make you an asset!” I usually shut people down hard when I have to fire someone and they want to argue with me.

She was pissed now. “I guess it just doesn’t feel that way when your boss stares at your tits everyday!”

Oops! I guess I wasn’t as slick as I thought. This was trouble. We’d stepped off the path of legal employment standards and were now on our way to sexual harrassment!
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