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Parking Lot Whore

“This is so dirty,” my wife whispered to me as the large breasted blonde ground herself into my lap, “aren’t I the best wife ever?”

I was unable to answer lost in the moment. It was dirty and so out of character for my wife. The evening had started with a nice dinner out, followed by a few drinks at one of our favorite neighborhood watering holes. After a few cocktails, Linda suggested we hit a strip club, something she had never done before. I, of course, had and suggested my favorite titty bar, located just a few blocks from downtown.

Linda watched as the stripper gyrated on my lap. Seeing the nude female form was not unusual for her, being art director for an advertising firm she was exposed to photos of and actual scantily clad women every day. Having started her career as a photographer, she had done a few nude shoots before we had met, proudly showing me the photos, displaying some of them on the walls of our home. She had always looked at nudes in a detached artist’s manner. Tonight, for the first time, she seemed to be enjoying the titillating nature of the nude female form.

“Her tits are so big,” she said leaning into my ear, “do you think they’re real?”

“No way.” I answered. They were stiff, not having the bounce of a natural pair. I’d explain this all to Linda later.

The song ended and the stripper extracted herself from my lap. Linda handed a twenty to her, but the stripper held her g-string out just as she would for a male customer. Linda placed the bill in the stripper’s underwear hesitantly, not making eye contact with the girl.

It was then that she noticed the effect the stripper had had on me. “Someone looks like they’ve enjoyed themselves!”

I grabbed her leg, just above the knee and below the hem of her dress. “Thanks for the lap dance, baby.”

“Seeing that makes it all worth while.”

“I want you so bad.” I reached for my wallet to leave a tip on the table. “Let’s get out of here, quick!”

We walked through the parking lot, arm in arm. My free hand caressing her beautiful ass, hers rubbing my hard cock through my pants. She’d do that for the entire ride home, I knew, keeping me so ready, that the second we got home I’d bend her over the dining room table, pull up her dress, pull down her panties and take her. That’s how Linda liked it, car rides being excellent foreplay to an evening of hot sex.

I opened her car door and helped her in, then circled around to the driver’s side door. As I sat down, I noticed that Linda had unbuttoned the top 3 buttons on her dress, her black lace bra clearly evident.

“These are real,” she said pointing to her comparatively modest breasts, “and they’re all yours.”

We kissed, acting more like high school students, than a married couple. I cupped a breast while Linda stroked the whole length of my stiff cock through my pants. Soon her fingers were pulling at my zipper, freeing my cock.

“I’ve wanted to suck you all night. I wanted to suck you while you watched those dirty sluts dance on stage.”

She lowered her head to my lap and took me in her mouth. I made a quick scan around the parking lot. It was dark, and someone would have to be looking right into our car to see what was going on. I relaxed, slumped in my seat and took a handful of my wife’s hair.

Linda was a well-practiced cocksucker. Even after ten years of marriage, she gave me frequent and excellent head. We had done things like this when we were dating, but it had been years since she’d taken me in a car. I had always liked the excitement, the thrill of possibly getting caught. After a few minutes, Linda had me close, the muscles in my neck became unable to support the weight of my head and I felt myself looking at the ceiling of the car.

The loud rap on the passenger side window startled us both. Linda sat bolt upright, a breast coming free from her bra. She pulled the front of her dress closed, and for the first time I noticed how the dress that had looked so conservative during dinner now looked quite slutty.
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50 Pounds a Time

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Come on. Tell me. ”

“Promise you won’t get mad?”

“Yeah, yeah. I promise. Just tell me. ”
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Ball Game Balling

“Oh, c’mon honey. We can’t see the screen with you standing there!”

Janice gave myself and my two friends a petulant, sulky look and stomped off to the kitchen.

“Oh well,” I said to Frank, sitting next to me, “I guess we better not ask her to bring us a beer!”

Frank and my other friend, Joey laughed as I got up from my seat to get the beers myself. “Tell me if I miss anything.”

The ball game had been an exciting one so far; the lead switching from team to team as the game progressed. I was reluctant to tear myself away from the TV, but we all needed that liquid refreshment essential to watching any sporting event!

“How long is this stupid game going on?” asked my wife as I opened the fridge, “I’m bored!”

She smiled that impish little grin at me. The one she knows I find hard to resist. “I’m also feeling a little horny, baby. C’mon, get rid of these guys and forget the game, I got something hot just for you!”

I thought about it. My wife can be a hot little bitch when she wants. But I stood firm. “Sorry honey, It’ll have to wait a while, the game’s just getting interesting, and the guys want their beer!”

I could almost feel her icy stare on my back as I returned to the lounge to resume watching the game. Frank, Joey and myself watched, drank and cheered as our team increased their lead. At one point I heard Janice stomping up the stairs and assumed that she was going to watch a soap or something on the TV in our bedroom. I paid no more attention to her until, several minutes later I heard her returning. Joey was sitting by the door and was the first to see her as she entered the room. His eyes stood out on stalks as he looked at my wife. Whilst she was upstairs, she had changed her clothes and now appeared before us barefoot and wearing only the briefest pair of shorts and a thin cotton t-shirt. It was obvious that she had not worn a bra under the shirt and her large breasts bobbed and jiggled under the thin material as she walked. Her attitude had changed as well. She stood in front of us smiling sweetly.

“Can I get you more drinks, boys?”

Frank and Joey seemed more interested in ogling her long, bare legs than watching the game as the quickly nodded their assent. Janice disappeared back into the kitchen and returned a moment later with three cold bottles. She sashayed around the room passing the drinks to my friends and giving them a good view of her legs, one of her best features, I might add. As she passed the last bottle to me she had a wicked grin on her face. I had seen this look before and it suddenly dawned on me what she was up to. Janice loves to flirt. She can be a real slut when she’s horny and we have both been known to take things further than just looking. The game was drawing to a close now and the result seemed settled. Perhaps it was time for a little bit of fun, I thought! I could see that Frank and Joey were trying to conceal obvious erections. Janice had been pestering me to buy her an expensive pair of shoes she had seen for the last two weeks. I had bought them already, but was keeping them as a surprise to give to her later. But now a different idea had formed in my head. Without a word, I quickly ran to the den and fetched the shoes, still neatly wrapped and in their box. I returned to the lounge and, opening the box showed my purchase to my two friends. They both looked and agreed that they looked really elegant.
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Freshmen and My Wife

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You just would never, ever think that she could be naughty. My very lovely wife, Marie, looks like a quiet, innocent librarian. Five foot five, pretty doe eyes, brown and shinning, a pert brunette, 120 pounds, a nice figure with D cup breasts that were big, heavy and oh so firm. But especially when wearing glasses, she looked so pure.

But by the time she was thirty, Marie was beginning to discover she loved to show off that body, especially to strangers. Marie was a very submissive woman, deferring to me on any occasion. The perfect little wife: obedient and sexy.

On one very special day, there was a different tone in her voice.

“O.K. Buster,” she said almost as soon as we walked into the two room suite in the expensive New York City hotel. “This is the afternoon you’re gonna get your fantasy come true.” And with that she placed her hands on my chest and pushed me onto the bed.

For a moment I thought she was going to attack me sexually, but Marie stepped back as I recovered and sat up.

“You’ve been saying for five years you wanted me to fuck another man. Do you think you can really take that?”

My pulse quickened and I felt a stirring in my loins.

“Yes, dear. But you know I want to watch.”

Marie walked over to the closet. “You see the slats in this door?”

It took me a few seconds to realize what she meant.

“You can see out if you are in there, but no one can see in,” I said.

“That’s right.” And with that she took a chair from the small desk in the room and placed it in the closet. “I’m going to that fancy lounge downstairs. You wait here and don’t leave the room. I will call you,” she said, “Maybe.”
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Co Worker Interracial

Ok, here goes. I’ve read these stories for some time now, so I decided to share my personal experience with everyone. First, I guess I should tell you a little about myself. I’m 37 year old mother of 2. I’m about 5’8, blonde(not naturally), I try to go to the gym a few times a week, so I have a really nice body I’m told. About 2 years ago, I got implants, so know I’m pretty curvy. I’m 34C-24-34. I am married, but due to my husbands job, he is normally away from home for about 3 weeks at a time. This has been the arrangement for years, so I have usually been pretty used to it. I get to go out with my girlfriends whenever I want, even though I have only cheated on him a few times over the years. We live in the southeastern United States. Enough about me, I guess I should get on with my story.

So, I work for in HR for a company, but our headquarters is in another state. It’s a pretty laid back job, not a lot of rules, so I really enjoy my job. Anyway, about 6 months before this encounter took place, I got a new manager, whom I had never met. Initially, all I really knew about him was that he was younger than I, around 28. I’m a natural flirt, so he & I had lots of flirty conversations on the phone, which led to us talking on the phone more often than needed & exchanging naughty e-mails. Jeff had a really sexy voice on the phone, & I’ll admit, sometimes, he got me really turned on. I sent him a few pics of me, but he never sent me any of him, although he told me what he looked like. Jeff told me he was tall, well built & handsome. As time went on, our talks got hotter & to be honest, all I could think about was fucking him. Eventually, he had to come visit our office, since he was a new manager, the days before he came, I could hardly wait. I told him that he better be ready when he got here. The day he arrived, I wore something very sexy, because I wanted him as hot to see me as I was to finally get my hands on him. I wore this black skirt that was really tight, split up the side to show my long tan legs & a yellow top that showed a lil more cleavage than was probably appropriate for work. To be honest, I really didn’t care. Jeff was coming in around noon, few quick meetings, a diner after work with a few in the office, then he & I were off to his hotel, to make reality out of all our talk!!

So about 11:45 a co-worker & I were sitting out on the steps of our office, smoking a cigarette when a SUV pulls in. Not recognizing the driver I paid little attention until he got out of the car. Walking toward us was this tall, very well dressed, very well built young, BLACK GUY. It still didn’t register to me who this person was, until he walked up to me & said “Hi Becky, I’m Jeff”. Honestly, I almost dropped my cigarette. This was not @ all what I had expected. Jeff didn’t sound like any black guy I had ever heard speak on the phone. I didn’t know what to do. This is a guy I had told time & time again all the things I was going to do to him & all the nasty things I was going to let him do to me. I tried to compose myself as my co-worker walked back inside. Jeff, looked at me, knowing he wasn’t what I was expecting. “Didn’t expect me to have such a great tan did ya?” No, I told him. “So I guess our private meeting is off for tonight, ” he said. I’ll have to think about it, I told him.
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Claudia The Woman Next Door

I had watched Claudia since she and Clint had moved next door. She was 5’6” weighted about 120 lbs., had blonde hair down to her waist and it anything was a little top heavy. She always smiled, had this great walk about her, and wore the sexiest clothes. She had tow children while living there, breast fed both and her chest seem to get and stay bigger each time. Her breasts appeared to stay firm and erect. Often she would wear just a T- shirt, which always, couldn’t be tucked in. Her breasts just wouldn’t allow it.

The neighborhood would have volley ball games and everyone wanted to be on the opposite teams, to be assured of good view of her bouncing, staying breasts. Me I liked to dive for the ball and catch my glimpses up her t-shrit when getting up. While we had a number of conversations, and I will be the first to admit I couldn’t keep my eyes off her chest. See knew I was looking. It didn’t seem to bother her. I was disappointed to find out her husband had gotten a transfer and they were going to Europe for three years.

One afternoon, her husband was in Europe and it was about a week before he was do back and they were to move, the house had been sold, She was in the yard with kids. I had gotten home early and the wife was still working. I drove in the driveway and she said Hi. We chatted for awhile, she had the ever-famous T-shirt on. She said she had just made a pot of coffee and asked if I would like a cup. This would possibly be our last conversation so I said sure, “Just let me put my things inside.”

I knocked on her kitchen door and she let me in. While, I had seen her nipples proud before they looked exceptionally large today. I caught myself staring and she did also. She asked me where her kids where, I told her they were playing out front.

She poured our coffees and sat at the table. When she leaned forward her nipples would rub against the table. Her nipples, her breasts were just magnificent.

She was well aware I was talking to her chest as we chatted. When she blurted out, “You like them don’t you?” With my mind elsewhere, my mouth went into motion before my brain I replied, “Yes.” Followed quickly by, “Sorry” when my brain caught up. She said, “Why this is not the first time you’ve looked at them.” My only comment was, “Yes I have noticed them before.” Grinning. She smiled and asked where her kids were and got up to look out the front window. Returning to the kitchen, she said, “They are playing, they should be fine for a little while.” She never sat down. Instead she looked out all the windows backed up against the kitchen wall; I turned in my chair to look at her.

Without saying a word, she crossed her arms, grabbed the bottom of her T-shirt and pulled off over her head. I was frozen, there they were, big then life, heaving with every breath she took. Even with, what I would guess as 40Ds, they stood firm. Not needing any support. “Well,” she said. I was speechless, unusual for me, as I looked. The bulge grow in my pants as I wanted caress, lick, suck and fuck her breasts. I didn’t say a thing, until she said, “Glenn, these are not the first breasts you have seen.” “No,” I replied. “But they are the best.”
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Meeting The Boss

I love reading these stories and always wanted to have an experience worthy of submitting. Before I get started let me introduce myself. My name is Kellie. I’m 24 yrs old, 5’5″, 119 lbs, with a 34c-24-34 build, and a firm round butt (not too big), topped of with medium length, dirty blond hair. I have been married for 3 yrs to my husband of 31 yrs. David is 6’00” tall and fit, a hard worker and a good husband, who also has a cute butt.

We had just moved to the panhandle of Florida where my husband had received a job offer at a much better salary than he had been making. I’ll omit telling the exact location in FL, and what his job was to maintain some privacy. Our marriage has been great so far and we are still energetic in the bedroom or wherever the mood happens to take us. We have talked about our likes and dislikes and fantasy’s, and we try things out whenever an opportunity presents itself.

Some of the things we enjoy doing is having me flash if we’re out on the highway. Dave has even had me ride around in the passenger’s seat totally naked. He also enjoys it when I give him a blowjob when he’s driving. So overall he isn’t the jealous type. He also likes me to dress sexy when we go out, being sure to show my bouncy tits and nice ass. He thinks it’s kewl when guys turn and stare at me, and has even had some comment to him on how hot I look when we’re in clubs and they didn’t know he was with me. As a result Dave frequently lays out my outfits for me when we go out. He has never mentioned doing any swapping or anything, but he has hinted about me inviting a girlfriend over to try. As of yet we haven’t gone there, but it is a possibility. I wondered what he would think of another guy, but he’s too macho to try. As open-minded as Dave is I know that if I were ever unfaithful he would take it very seriously and probably want a divorce. He has told me enough stories about friend’s relationships for me to get an idea about how he feels.

David is very professional about his work and when arriving at this new company he worked overtime many nights trying to fit in and blend with the current staff. He told me stories about how great his boss is, and about if his boss likes an employee they can really move up the ladder of success quickly. Overall Dave felt like he was getting in good with the boss and could be very competitive with the existing staff when it came time for advancement.

We had been in Florida for almost 6 months when Dave told me about some of the employee’s getting together for a party. Evidently one of his co-workers wives was trying to find enough people to have a sex toy party. The girls would go to the party, while the guys would get a barbecue going and drink beer waiting for us to finish, then we could all eat. Dave thought this would be a good chance for me to meet some friends at his work, and show me off a little. Actually I had already met a few of them, but it’s a big company and there were sure to be many people that I had never even heard about. Dave also wanted to introduce me to his boss, and the party was being held at his house.

Dave had picked out a particularly daring outfit for me to wear. It was a thin, strapless white top that showed a good bit of cleavage, and opened a good 6 in before the bottom showing off my belly as well. He also selected my black slacks that I love. They are also thin and form fitting, and show off my ass, but I love them cause they’re so light and comfortable. For underwear I got a white sheer strapless Victoria Secrets bra and a black lacy thong.

After looking at what he had laid out I asked him if we were going out clubbing, or to his office party? He said “Well it’s a sex toy party and I want you to look sexy”. I think he was just horny and had his mind on himself, but I agreed and after showering I put on what he wanted. I must say I was very hot looking. I would have to wear this when we went out clubbing next. It took quite a while to get ready, cause Dave kept feeling me up and kissing on me, but eventually we were in the car and on the way.
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Barb On The Beach

Barb, I got a big promotion at the bank!!” I announced, as I entered the house.

My beautiful wife of 17 years turned around from the stove of our spacious kitchen, and hurried over to hug me as I strode across the room. “Oh that’s wonderful darling. I am so proud of you! You deserve it!” she smiled her teeth perfectly white. She pressed her well-toned body into me as we embraced.

My wife has a beautiful body! Even after 2 kids, Barb’s voluptuous body has been kept in shape by her daily exercise at the women’s gym in town. Her legs, thighs, and bottom are that of a 30 year old. You would never guess she has two teenage children, or that she was 38 years old. She always dressed in attractive color-coordinated outfits. Her clothes were elegant but conservative. She did not even own a sleeveless shirt. Barb always wore her make-up, and she looked as though she visited the beauty solon seven days a week. She didn’t. She was just a naturally neat and elegant lady with a hair never out of place.

As we hugged and laughed, I could feel her natural D-cup breasts press into my chest. With her neck high pressed blouses downplaying her figure, you would never guess she had firm, natural bosoms capped with ultra large and ultra sensitive nipples. As we finished our hug and parted, I could make out to Barb’s brown nipples through her white blouse. They had become suddenly erect from our spontaneous embrace. Her erect nipples were pressing against the material of her bra and blouse pointing right at me. If she had realized this, she would have quickly crossed her arms to cover up. My wife was very prim and proper, always changing clothes behind a closed and locked bathroom door. We made love only once every two months, and always with the lights off in the missionary position. She was passionate, yet always reserved during sex. She always seemed in control of herself.

As my wife returned to preparing our dinner, I said to her, “Barb, honey I am going to celebrate my promotion by taking my lovely wife to the islands!”

“Oh my goodness! Honey, are you serious?” my wife gushed.

“Yep!” I said. “I have already made the arrangements! We leave day after tomorrow. The kids are staying with my parents.”

“You are tremendous, honey! I love you!” my wife gushed. “I will need to tell Amanda, that I cannot make it to our garden club meeting, and I need to notify Jane that I will miss our bridge game. We always have an alternate.” Wow, I thought, these women were always organized to the last detail. My wife’s friends were just like her. They always displayed the proper social etiquette from the book of manners. Barb would not even watch R-rated movies, or anything approaching that subject matter.

Two days flew by and we found ourselves arriving on the island of Aruba in the tropical wonderland of warm sun and cool breezes. We taxied to our resort overlooking the crystal blue ocean and checked in to our two-room suite. Our accommodations were luxurious and spacious.

As we settled in our suite, my wife asked. “Oh darling are you sure we can afford this? This suite is beautiful and we have a living room and a bedroom to relax. You are something else!”

We slept soundly that first night. The warm breeze of the ocean was hypnotizing as it passed through our bedroom window, which we left open in the night. We did not make love, since we were both exhausted from our travel. We awoke the next morning more rested and alive than we had been in years. What a great night’s sleep, we thought!

After a late breakfast, we decided it was time to go down to the beach. My wife took her bathing suit from her suitcase and skipped off to the bathroom to change. As the bathroom door closed, I heard the clicking of the lock as she began to change into her beach attire. I quickly changed into my suit and waited for my sweet wife to join me. I heard the door to the bathroom open as my wife came strolling out into the living room of our suite. Barb had transformed herself into true island goddess. She had brought a pale blue, one- piece bathing suit on our trip. Her body filled out the suit perfectly. Her beautiful tan, smooth legs were topped with flared hips and round bottom. The top of her suit held her nice naturally round breasts and large nipples in a conservative cut, which sloped gently into her cleavage. Shinning, dark blond hair capped her 5′ 4″ frame, and her hairstyle was cut at medium length just above her petite shoulders. As my eyes drank in her beauty, I looked across her pelvis and noticed the plump lump of her luxurious, brown bush hiding beneath the taut fabric of her suit. Barb was not a true blonde, but the contrast of blonde hair and her dark bush was extremely erotic, I thought.

It was near noon as we made our way to the beach. I noticed several men eyeing my wife’s figure as we picked out two lounges to occupy and relax. Barb looked stunning lying in the sun as the ocean breeze lapped our skin. After laying out tanning for about 90 minutes, I suggested we take a walk on the beach. We strolled over a mile down the sunny, sun kissed sand along the edge of the water chatting and enjoying ourselves. Then the scenery changed to vacant rugged terrain along the waters edge and fewer people were around. My sweet wife did not notice any change, but I did. As I looked around I saw a topless lady sunbathing just to our right. We must have walked into a clothing optional area of the island! I thought we should turn back towards the resort, but continued on anyway. I guess to see my wife’s reaction when she realized we had stumbled upon naked people. Walking along with my wife, I suddenly heard her gasp. My eyes looked into her face and I heard her whisper. “Oh my God!!” She stopped dead in her tracks. Confused by her sudden stop, my eyes turned to follow her line of sight. Approximately 50 yards in front of us, a large naked black man was waking along the water in our direction. He had a smooth baldhead and muscular body with huge wide shoulders .As I glanced back to my still frozen wife, I noticed her eyes staring towards the black man’s mid-section. As I followed her gaze back to the oncoming man, I saw why my wife had come to a dead halt. This large black man had a huge dick hanging from his loins. It was bigger than anything I had ever seen in my life!! I was sure it was the biggest dick my wife had ever seen. I don’t think she had ever seen anyone’s dick but my own. It was approximately 7 inches long and thick, hanging almost halfway down his muscular thighs. It seemed to dance and bob up and down as he strode toward us. It was bigger than my dick when erect! Barb’s breathing was choppy as he approached. As he walked by us, he smiled at my wife and said hello. Her eyes were riveted to his big black appendage. He disappeared into the distance giving us a view of his black muscular ass.
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Bowl Games

It’s always fun when Steve has the guys over to watch sports. I’m a good little hostess, and I enjoy the attention of a room full of drunk men. Of course, I make sure that I wear as little as I can. Just for fun. I love serving the guys their beers and snacks. Although Steve has been the only man I’ve ever slept with, I’m not naive. I am just a good little hostess.

My husband Steve and I met when I was only 12. He was 29 and a family friend. By the time I was 16, I knew that I wanted him for life. I made every attempt to be near him, and let him know that I would do anything to be with him. He resisted at first, but when you have a young girl who worships you, you become curious. I seduced him, and on my 17th Birthday he caved in. Despite our age difference, we soon fell in love. Of course, this caused great concern with my family.

But I was resolved to do whatever it took to marry this man, and after I graduated High School he asked me to be his bride.

We married and moved South to NC. He worked hard and gave me everything I ever wanted. I in turn was the dutiful wife, cooking and cleaning and doing whatever he asked of me in bed.

Soon he began to bring home his friends to meet me. He loved his sports, and whenever there was a big game, his friends would come over to watch it here. I always cooked up a big feast for them, and made sure the fridge was stocked with plenty of beer. Basically, I served them and picked up after them through out the event.

I was entering my early 20’s and I was very happy with my life with Steve. Nothing unusual happened until this November.

I came out of the bedroom to find Steve sitting on the couch and his best friend Frank sitting in the recliner. There was an early game on and I didn’t know Frank was coming over. I was wearing a pair of shorts that barely covered my ass. Actually, they didn’t cover it. But when I saw Frank there I dutifully began serving him and my husband while they watched the game.
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Shuttle Bus

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

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

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

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

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

“Hi, I, uhh, where are you…”

“Hi,” responded my wife, putting an end to his verbal fumbling as she reached out her hand and fondled his cock through his khakis.
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Pregnant Wife Gets What She Needs

Steven drove home from another long and rough day at the office. His recent workload was taking its toll on him…mentally, physically and emotionally. By the time he rolled into the driveway each night at around 9 o’clock, his wife, Karen, was already in bed sleeping after leaving his cold dinner on the counter.

Steven and Karen had been married for five years. The two met as college sophomores and began dating in their junior year. Steven was tall (6’2″) and well-toned for his 200-pound frame, with solid good looks, cobalt-blue eyes and light brown hair. He had been an excellent baseball player in high school, but didn’t continue playing in college. Karen was athletic at 5’5″ and 105 pounds, with deep green eyes and long dark brown hair that she usually wore in a ponytail. Her smooth skin had a natural “tan” color to it, making her appear as thought she spent all her time in the sun. Karen’s body was perfectly proportioned, with full and pert breasts complemented by a subtle curve to her hips. Karen’s ass was also perfect, slightly round and without any dimples or imperfections. Physically, Steven and Karen were the perfect couple.

Steven and Karen dated for three years after graduation before tying the knot. Now at age 30, Steven had a job that paid extremely well, but demanded more and more of his time. Steven’s long hours at work were poorly timed in another regard…Karen was five months pregnant. Steven felt increasingly guilty over his being away from home so much while his wife was feeling the hormonal and emotional pulls of her pregnancy. He tried to ease his guilt by focusing on the financial security he was providing for his wife and future family. But each night when he entered his quiet home, it became difficult to truly believe that he was doing the right thing for his marriage.

Tonight, Steven was actually able to leave work “early” at around 6 o’clock. He was simply too tired to work anymore, and he felt strongly that he needed to spend more time with Karen. Steven and Karen had been arguing more often lately and he had concluded that it was largely because he was away from home just too much. In one confrontation, Karen told Steven that she thought he was no longer attracted to her since she became pregnant. Steven told her that it wasn’t true; in fact, Steven found Karen extremely beautiful pregnant. Karen had not exhibited many of the classic symptoms of pregnancy. Her ankles and legs had not swelled, and her weight gain was very minimal. Her belly was swollen, but it looked perfectly proportioned with the rest of her figure. Karen’s breasts had swelled nicely and her nipples, while not any larger than normal, were a much darker brown. Steven did have to admit, though, that they were not having sex as often as they used to, but that was due to the strain of his job and not any lack of attraction to his wife.

Steven pulled down his street and passed an overnight courier van parked near the corner. He noted that someone must be receiving a late delivery. He pulled into the driveway as usual, though Steven was unaccustomed to seeing his house in the early evening daylight. He walked to the end of the driveway to retrieve the empty trash cans from the morning’s pick-up, which we carried to the rear of the house. Following his usual routine, he entered the house through the backdoor which opened into the kitchen. He dropped his keys onto the counter and noticed that the kitchen light was off. Steven had assumed that Karen would be in the middle of making dinner and that he could surprise her by coming home from work so early. But there were no pots, no bowls, no signs of making dinner visible in the kitchen. Steven thought that perhaps Karen gave up on making a real dinner anymore because he was never home to eat it with her.
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Football Fun

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I recently got a job with a large aerodynamics company. I thought of it as a going stepping stone in my career. What I didn’t know is just how well it was going to be for my sex life as well.

I have been married to my wife for 3 years. Marnie stands 5’4, weighs about 130 and has brown eyes and hair. She has one of the sexiest asses I have ever seen. Her measurements are 38-26-26.

She had always been faithful till a few months back she and I managed to get involved with two other guys and before we knew it my wife was fucking and sucking both of them back at their hotel room. Not much else happened after that till recently. Like I said I just got a new job recently which gave me a well paying job and something that allowed me more time at home (I like that a lot). I met my new boss on a few occasions. He is a tall a very attractive black male. He is 29 years old and stands about 6’2. From what I can tell he was well put together. He has a shaved bald head with deep brown eyes. His name was Sam and I got along with him quite well. It came to the point where we started going out for lunch with one another and hanging out in general.

Back at home I was telling my wife about my boss at work and how great he was to work for and what a good friend he was to have. Things were going good, but they were about to get better.

My wife and I have had a threesome once before. I was the voyeur as she fucked and sucked two guys who were on a sales trip into to town. That was my fantasy which was fulfilled. We never got the chance to do that again more recently.

I decided that since I kept talking about my boss it was time for my wife to meet my boss. I invited him to come to our house for dinner. The night had arrived and my wife dressed her usual best and was stunning in a red hot dress. It was backless which showed that she was not wearing a bra. When she turned to face me, I looked and told her, “you look incredible!” All she could do was blush and said, “Thank you.”

The doorbell rang and I went to answer the door. I let my boss in and called out to my wife, “Honey come and meet my new boss.” Marnie came around the corner and looked at Sam and gasped. Her eyes were as wide as saucers. “Well hello there, Marnie”, Sam said. “Oh you two know one another?” I questioned. “You can say that,” Sam replied. “Aren’t you going to say hello to an old friend?”, Sam asked Marnie. “Oh hel llo,” was all she could mutter out.

I did not know what was going on, but I asked Sam to sit down and asked if he wanted a drink. I told him we would be right back. I then took Marnie into the kitchen and asked her, “What was that all about?” She said that before she met me she use to date Sam and that she was saddened when he got a job in another part of the world. So they decided to call it quits. I asked her if they had sex before and she said, “Yep! Don’t get me wrong, sex with you is great, but sex with Sam was unbelievable. He had a cock to die for.”

That got me going and I said, “want to rekindle someone of that magic with your current and former lover together?”

Her eyes lit up and she replied, ” Hell yeah!”
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Welcome To The Neighborhood

“Hold the elevator!” Called Brad, as he and his wife Sue raced along the empty corridor of their apartment bock. As the door began to close, he saw a small, slender hand hit the door open’ button on the control panel, and the door slide smoothly back with a quiet hum.

“Thanks” he said as he stepped aside, allowing Sue to enter first.

“No problem”

Brad looked at the owner of the voice. A young woman he had not seen in the building before. A petite frame, clothed in jeans and a baggy sweatshirt. Brad smiled at a pretty, heart shaped face framed by short, rather severe, brown hair. Brad saw that his wife had also noticed the woman and was also smiling sweetly at her. Brad had known that Sue was bisexual before they were married and that she had enjoyed several sexual liaisons since. He didn’t mind in the slightest, as long as she related her experiences to him later when they went to bed! The one thing that they had never yet managed to accomplish, was for Brad to watch his wife with another woman. Still, he lived in hope!

As the elevator came to a halt on the tenth floor, Brad and Sue let the young woman exit in front of them. Brad felt his arm being squeezed tightly as they followed her along the landing towards their apartment, and were both highly surprised to see her unlock the door to the apartment next to their own. It had been very obvious from the way that Sue first looked at the young woman, that there was an attraction there. Definite electricity, almost like an animal magnetism. As Brad and Sue entered their apartment, their hushed conversation was immediately concerning how Sue would approach the woman next door. Personally, Brad could not see the immediate attraction. He preferred to see women in attire similar to that which his wife habitually wore and that she wore then.

As Sue entered the kitchen to put the groceries that she was carrying away, Brad slipped up behind her circling his strong arms around her small waist. He put his face to her hair and inhaled the fresh scent.

“Mmmmmm, what are you after!” Sue commented with a small laugh

“Just you baby” He replied letting his hands drop to the front of her short leather skirt and lifting it slightly to reveal her smooth black stockings and matching suspender belt.

“I could see the way you were looking at our new neighbour. I know you too well. Was she making you just a little warm down here?

“Oh God …yes!” she whispered as her husbands insistent fingers found the front of her small lace panties.
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Neighbors Hot Wife

For almost three years now, I’d had a unfulfilled fantasy. Last summer, that fantasy was fulfilled. Karen and Dave are next-door neighbors, both in their mid twenties. Karen is in good physical shape, even though Karen and Dave have three young children. She has blond hair, large breasts, a flat stomach, fairly wide hips, and a lovely, heart-shaped ass.

Believe me, I’ve enjoyed the fact that my bathroom window gives a view of their back yard, complete with Karen laying out in a skimpy bikini. Dave is built solidly, with lots of muscle. Though I’m only 20, I can’t compare to him.

However, Dave flies for one of the airlines and is often gone for a week or even more. That is actually what my fantasy centered about. While a three-some would certainly have been enjoyable, I had often thought about Karen and I having an encounter when Dave was gone.

On the day it finally happened, I had the day off. My sister, mom, and dad were all at work. It was hot, about 110, but there was little humidity, as we were in Phoenix. I had gone biking early that morning, returning at 7:00 to see Karen looking good in a knee- length robe.

She whistled at me in my biking shorts, the first indication I’d ever gotten that she was flirtatious; uncharacteristically cocky, I flashed her a smile and wiggled my rear at her, yelling out “You want it — come get it!” She laughed and went back inside, her hips swaying from side to side. I wheeled my bike in the garage and stretched down, thinking of her.

Later that day, I was out in the back yard “painting” the fence that hides the pool filtration stuff. Because I was “painting” with a clothes-hostile mixture of linseed oil and turpentine, and because of the heat, I had taken my shirt off, leaving only my old, faded bathing suit on. The other advantage to the bathing suit, of course, was that I could jump in the pool whenever I got too hot (as, shortly, I was going to get).

Anyway, I heard the Karen’s door open and shut, followed by the sounds of the chaise lounge scraping on concrete, which soon quieted. I set down my brush and pot of goop and went over and stood on the diving board, which gave me a view over the cinderblock fence. Karen was lying out about ten feet from me, at an angle, facing towards me, her eyes closed.

I felt stirrings in my pants as I took in her long, tanned legs, the string bikini covering her pubic region, her flat stomach, her glorious breasts accented by the bikini top, and the cloud of long, blond hair around her face. Rather than have her catch me staring, I called out “Looking good,” also unusually bold of me, given how she and my mom talk together.

Karen’s eyes popped open and quickly found mine. She looked a little startled, but also a little pleased. She got up and came over to the fence, giving me a great view of her breasts, which were pressing together due to their confinement. I felt my dick harden in response. Then, she mentioned that their pool filter was acting up and that she didn’t know how to fix it. “Would you be willing to take a look at it?” was said with a perfectly innocent look. I readily agreed, hard- on or no hard-on.
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Kathys Panties

Kathy knew she had to hurry, her husband’s friend Craig was waiting for her downstairs in the kitchen. She turned and looked in the full length mirror one more time at her fancy dress costume she was wearing to the work party that night. Her husband of ten years, John, had been dropping unsubtle hints lately about her old school uniform, wondering aloud if she could still fit into it after two children. To her delight, Kathy could still squeeze into the little pleated skirt, although her hips and thighs had spread just a little. To complete the effect of the naughty schoolgirl she had bought some black shoes and knee length white socks.

The white blouse was easily found as was the tie. As for the little pleated skirt, Kathy took up the hem, and she liked the effect. It was almost obscenely too short; whenever she did anything other than stand still, it would ride up and give a teasing glimpse of what lay beneath. To finish the costume she chose her underwear with care. A push up bra and black, high cut, very sheer and flimsy panties was a wicked contrast to the demur innocent schoolgirl on the surface.

The effect on her husband had been explosive; he had fucked her lustily for hours the night before. The first was a ribald face fuck. He had wanted to save his strength for a more regular screw, but when she batted her eyelids up at him and said, ‘please sir, don’t come in my mouth,’ that was too much. He emptied his balls into her mouth. The semen had oozed out the corners, ran down her chin, and dropped to her small but well formed breasts. Next, was a traditional, flat on back missionary with legs in the air, panties pushed to one side, balls slapping on arse. She was then finished off with a teeth clenching, gut wrenching, mind blowing anal.

The housewife touched her sore pussy but the memory of last night throbbed with lust in her womb. She skipped down the stairs and laughed when she saw Craig dressed in a Roman Toga.

‘Hey Craig,’ said Kathy, spinning lightly so the little skirt rode up, ‘Do you like my costume?’

Craig’s jaw had dropped and Kathy enjoyed the effect it was having on her husband’s friend. She decided to flirt a little more. She reached across the table to pick up her handbag. She could almost feel Craig’s eyes on her panty encased bottom. ‘Gotcha!’ she thought to herself. Staying where she was and turning to look at the almost slobbering Craig, Kathy continued.

Do you really like my costume, Craig, you didn’t say.’ Craig gulped and stood motionless except for an expected stirring in the groin.
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Block Party

The balmy early evening slowly slipped into night. As soon as it was dark, he gave me a knowing look and quietly snuck away from the block party. I calmly rose from my chair and followed him away from the crowd.

He was waiting where he said he would: half way down the block; well out of sight from any of our party-going neighbors. I nervously walked up to him.

“Come on, let’s go,” he whispered to me. “This way.” He placed his hand on the small of my back, sending shivers through my body. “Careful you don’t trip on any bushes.”

He led me between two houses, away from the ambient glow of the street lights, into the deep shadow of the night. We got to a fence and he deftly maneuvered the gate open. We passed through and he closed it behind us. We made our way across this back yard of one of our neighbors, to the tall wooden fence at the back of their lot.

“It’s over here. Can you make it over the fence?” he asked.

“Hey, I’m not as old as you might think,” I whispered. I was however worried that in my attempt to calm my self, I might have had a few too many drinks. He placed his hands on the top of the fence and scaled up and over with the grace of youth.

My attempt was decidedly less graceful. I pulled my self to the top of the fence and got one leg over, but there I stopped. I reached my hand out to him and he pulled me the rest of the way over.

A dull ripping sound escaped from my thigh area. He placed me gingerly on the ground. I examined my pants.

“Shit, I snagged my pants on the top of the fence. How embarrassing,” I whispered.

“Here we are,” he said.

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Wife Has A Young Black Lover

So what is it about us older white husbands who fantasies about other men sexually pleasing our wives.

Why was it that for years I imagining my beautiful big breasted wife having long and erotic sex with a young well-hung black buck?

Well, from my very recent and extraordinary experience, I now know a lot more about why us voyeuristic husbands always think along those thoughts: ….it’s because we have a ‘sixth’ sense that there is, in actual existence, a strong sexual magnetism of a married white women to sample a young inexperienced Negro male; especially those wives who are seasoned and confident in the ways of sex and sexuality: like my own wife. We also know, whether we admit it or not, that to the sexually charged married women: size does matter.

For the last seven months, my wife, who is 33, and stunningly beautiful, has had a young black male lover of only 19 years of age.

At our invitation, he visits’ us in our country home for the sole purpose of sexually fulfilling my wife’s unbridled sexual appetite for deep penetration sex. His youthfulness and rawness were what attracted my wife to him, not least his superb black musclebound physique.

My wife’s new young lover is an extremely good-looking black youth with an appealing smile which never seems to leave his attractive face. He is very striking in his appearance. Deep dark chocolate smooth skin, cropped hair, chiselled features and a very athletic and muscular body.

Sure, for me there is an incredibly erotic “something” about this young black lover of 19 who is muscular and strongly built—and my wife’s young Negro lad is very athletic, strong and supple, wide-shouldered, broad-chested, flat-bellied, narrow-waisted, slim-hipped and long- legged, and of the medium to slimmer build with beautifully defined muscles everywhere. One look at him and you would see he is certainly built as an athlete. Not just for the gym, but as the lover of a beautiful woman.

That woman being my wife, at present, who understands perfectly how beautiful her lover must appear to others. We first invited him to our home one weekend last summer and I spent most of the time observing from a discreet place, this young black boy having incredible intercourse with my stunning blonde wife. The fact that my wife is a very beautiful woman with a body to match was what drew this young black male to our home; like a magnet. He was equally admiring of her bronzed physique as she was of his.
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The Masseuse

My wife and I have been married for three years now. We often fantasize about different scenarios while we screw. Most times I think it turns me on more than it does Marianne but there was this one particular fantasy that never failed to get her really hot.

She would put on a blindfold and pretend I was a masseuse she had hired for the evening. Sometimes I would see a side of her I didn’t know she had. She would get really wild and get into the part. It was a real turn on just watching her react as she pretended to fuck another man.

I always wondered how she would react if she was faced with the real thing. Would she get as hot if she knew it was a real masseuse and not me? I was pretty sure she would get even hotter and the idea of that made me secretly want to see it happen.

I guess I had really been keeping an eye out for someone to play the part for several months now but it wasn’t until I ran across Pete that I realized I was serious. We met in a bar and got to talking. It turns out that he is a real masseuse and that made me think, “I wonder what my wife would think of this guy?”

He was as tall as me at six feet or so but he was a bit better built from what I could see. “Yes, she would definitely want to fuck this guys brains out if I let her,” I thought, “Especially if his cock is as big as he is!”

Then from out of no where I blurted out, “That’s pretty funny, just last night my wife was telling me her fantasy about her, a masseuse, and me and here I meet one!”

“What does she look like?” he asked.

I pulled out a picture of my sexy wife. She was wearing a black teddy that left the nipples exposed and stretched between her pussy lips.

“Wow,” he said, “I’d love to fuck her!” He looked at me to see my reaction and handed me the picture back. “How would you like to really make it happen?” he asked, a little more serious.
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Janine

“You’re not a whore. You’re a slut,” his deep resonant voice sounded confident as he faced her. His denim shirt was open at the neck, hinting at the tanned muscular slabs of his chest. His shoulders seemed incredibly broad to Janine as she looked into his crystal blue eyes.

“There’s a difference. A whore charges for her services, but never gets involved with her customer. She never even falls in lust. You will fuck anybody, anytime. You’re in lust with every man you meet.” He smiled into her eyes as he traced the opening of her blouse, then followed the V of her bra to the depth of her cleavage. His hand followed the soft curve and then he hefted and squeezed her firm, fully-rounded tit, feeling her sensitive protruding nipple rubbing sensuously against the palm of his hand. He flicked the hardening bud of her nipple with his finger. He stepped closer to her, feeling her other breast pressing against his hard chest. His other hand slid confidently between her legs to massage her mound through the fabric of her dress.

Janine swayed firmly against his chest. Her tits seemed to thrust brazenly at the bra restraining them.

“What about my husband,” she whispered. They could hear him about in the living room, watching football and waiting for them to return. The knowledge that he could enter the room at any time and catch them added a heady spice of danger to their lust.

“That poor, stupid jerk. If he knew I was in the room next to him feeling up his wife like some street tramp, he’d probably have a coronary. Open your shirt. I want to see your tits.”

“I can’t. He’ll come in and catch us,” she said.

He kissed her deeply, his tongue first pressing against her inviting lips, then exploring her mouth. Her tongue began dancing with his, and she moaned deeply. It was obvious that she liked his kiss.

The kiss ended, and he smiled into her eyes again. “Open your shirt. I want to see your tits.”

Janine fumbled briefly with the buttons of her blouse, then paused. “What if he comes in here?” she asked.

“He won’t come in here. Hell, he won’t even get out of his chair to get his own beer. That’s why I’m in here,” he reassured her, as he massaged her pussy through her skirt.

She looked skeptical at the same time her body began to sway to the movement of his fingers.

“Hey, how about bringing us out some sandwiches when you come,” her husband called from the other room.

“You see?” he asked as stroked her pussy, massaging her inflamed flesh slowly, sensuously, teasing her passion, his finger tracing her slit.
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The Slut I Married

When I married Jane, I knew she was no virgin. She was easy to get in the sack and had no inhibitions. But little did I know she was as experienced as I later found out she was. We were both in college and fell madly in love and married after our junior year. When we returned to school after our marriage, everything seemed normal as we got to know each other better. It turned us both on to talk about our prior sex adventures as foreplay to love making.

Jane gradually began to open up and I learned that she had been quite a party girl. She told me that her panties had become trophies for many horny guys. I imagined her panties hanging on the wall of more than one dorm room. She hinted at being the center attraction at a gang bang, but I could not tell if it was fantasy or reality. I found that the thought of her fucking a room full of guys excited me immensely. Jane had a great ass — one of those that was soft and round and made for fucking. Her tits had enormous nipples that stuck out when she got horny. She kept her blond bush well trimmed.

Sometimes when we would go to the bars she would point somebody out and tell me that he had fucked her before we got married. Sometimes this irritated me and sometimes it turned me on, but it was always the prelude to a wild night of fucking. One night we found ourselves in a bar in a nearby town. We were about to graduate and we were in a party mood. We got separated from the friends we came with. I did not recognize anyone, but Jane seemed to know several guys. The music was loud and it was hard to hear what they said to her or what she said to them. It was spring time and it was hot and muggy. Jane was wearing a sun dress with just a pair of white string bikini panties on underneath.

We were sitting at the bar. Once when I came back from the rest room, I was sure that I saw a guy’s hand under her dress but it was dark and I was a little drunk. When I approached and sat down, the guy just smiled at me and remained seated. Jane introduced me to Dirk. He said he played football for a nearby college. Jane excused herself to go to the restroom and we ordered another round. Dirk told me that he had dated Jane a couple of years ago. I immediately wondered whether this guy had fucked Jane. Later, I wondered how many times this guy had banged Jane! He told me that he and some of his friends were going back to their place to celebrate the end of the spring football season and invited Jane and I to return to his place also.

When Jane returned Dirk told her that he wanted us to come to his place so he could introduce me to some of his friends. Jane looked startled and said she did not think we should because we had to find our friends to get home and it was late. I was drunk and ready to party. I told Jane I wanted to go and it would be fine. Dirk whispered something in her ear, but I could not hear. I noticed that her nipples were sticking out and you could see them poking through the fabric of her sun dress. Dirk left to round up his friends and told us to meet him in the back parking lot in fifteen minutes.

Jane asked me if I was sure that I wanted to go to this party. She told me that some of the guys that would be there had fucked her before we were married and she thought it might embarrass me to party with them. I told her that, to the contrary, it turned me on. As I told her that, I slid my hand between her legs and right up to her pussy.
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Incredible Wife

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

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

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

My husband and I were both 25 when we got married. We came from Northern Wisconsin so it was quite a shock when Kevin’s Company transferred him to Georgia. We moved to a suburb outside Atlanta and found ourselves a small one-bedroom apartment in a very nice complex while we looked for a house we liked.

It was a nice community filled with mostly young professionals who were starting out or passing through. We were on the backside of our building at the bottom of the stairwell. Our door opened up to a little landing that was shared with the apartment across the way. A small pond with ducks and lots of frogs was just past the landing. It was part of the landscaping and was surrounded by small walking paths. I liked to stop and watch the ducks build their nests when I got back from errands or the gym.

I didn’t know anyone; we’d only been there about 3 weeks. In fact I was really lonely. I’d thought about getting a job but Kevin told me that we would probably be moving again in 6 months so I said, “why bother”. Each day as Kevin left I’d go to the door and give him a kiss goodbye and then try and find something to keep myself busy until he came home 12 or 13 hours later.

Last Wednesday Kevin left very early. He had to go north of Atlanta so he was out the door by 5:30. I got up with him and followed him to the door. I kissed him goodbye, wished him luck and watched him go up the stairs to drive away.

OK, I thought, another day in this place. Maybe I’d go to the pool or just do some laundry. It was really hot even at that hour. Georgia in the summer back before air-conditioning must have sucked. I watched the sun beginning to poke its head up over the trees and watched my friends the ducks swimming around. I saw one that looked to be chasing a frog and walked over to the edge of the landing to get a closer look.

A warm breeze came along. Damn, I thought, even the wind is warm. Then I heard the bang. It took me a second to realize what it was. I spun around and my front door was closed. My stomach became all knotted and I swore out loud. I ran up to it and checked, yup, it was locked. Didn’t I feel like a jerk. OK, Kevin was gone, I didn’t know anyone and it was only 5:30 in the morning. What the hell do I do now? I paced around trying not to panic, or cry, and tried to decide what to do.

All right, I thought, I can’t exactly just walk around. I was still dressed in my short VS pink bathrobe and some pink tap pants. Kevin always liked this robe. He said it showed off my legs. I did have pretty good legs, guys used to tell me that my legs and my ass were my best qualities. My breasts were kind of small but as long as my husband liked them who cared.

I hadn’t even put my blond hair up in my normal ponytail, which kept me cooler. No shoes and it kept getting hotter. I was starting to sweat. I could feel the heat coming from the sun and the felt the water drip down my back as the robe began to stick to my skin.

I heard someone coming down the steps and turned around. It was the guy next door. His name was Samuel. He was about our age and must have been a lawyer or something. He was always immaculately dressed in a nice suit and had hours that were often as long as Kevin’s. He was never around. He must have just come back from an early morning run. His coal black skin was soaked with sweat. His sleeveless shirt clung to his body which I had to admit was very muscular. He stood about 6 foot and must have weighed about 195. He had what looked like a tattoo of what looked like an Omega on his arm.

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