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Hot Wifes First Interracial Massage

April and I have been married for 7 years and our sex life has been strained since the birth of our first child. One of the fantasies I have had for us is to see her pleased by a big black cock. I found the way for this to happen and here is how it played out.

Let me tell you about us. My wife has blondish-brown hair, hazel eyes, stands around 5’7″ tall and is about a size 14 after having two kids. She has a very nice ass and all the people who have seen her thinks she looks good. She is very self conscious though and doesn’t think like me. I am 6’1″ tall, brown hair, hazel, eyes and 205 lbs. I am open-minded and love to play out fantasies. I brought the idea to my wife about bringing a well endowed black man in to pleasure her. She told me no way to her ever sleeping with someone else. It would break her wedding vows and she wouldn’t do it. Now on that, let me say my wife has only been with me and two guys before me, so I think that had a slot to do with it.

For several months I tried to convince her to play out this fantasy to no success. I knew that if I ever wanted this to happen, I had to either plan really well or just give up. I am not in the habit of giving up, so I thought about it for a while. I finally came up with finding her a male masseuse to massage her like never before. She had had therapeutic massages before, but this time, she was going to be in for a real treat.

I informed her on Tuesday that I had a surprise for her on Saturday night and that I was going to have the kids go to their grandparents for the weekend. She gave me the fiery go to hell look because she hates surprises. So through the week, I talked to Jonathan, the man I had found on craig’s list that previous week. I had a lot of guys reply, but Jonathan took the time to talk with me, wasn’t vulgar, and was well educated. I found out he had been through massage school. I explained to him my fantasy for her and told him that she had been unwilling to agree. He asked me about her and what she liked and didn’t like. We traded pictures and I was very impressed so I decided on using him for the massage.

Saturday night rolled around and we dropped the kids off at their grandparents. After that I took her to dinner and we enjoyed a quiet dinner without kiddos screaming and yelling. I had rented a motel room that had a Jacuzzi in it and had gone there earlier in the day with her favorite bottle of wine and the stuff we would need for the massage. I took a blind fold and glasses and some of her lingerie for the evening.

We arrived at the hotel about 8 pm and I filled the Jacuzzi with water and turned it on for her to get in and relax since Jonathan wasn’t to show up till 9:30. As she took her clothes off, I poured her a glass of wine and explained to her that she was set up to have a massage. I told her that the hotel offered massages for guest and that I had asked for them to set one up for her. She was reluctant about it but said that since I would be there, it would be ok. I told her there was nothing to worry about. I explained that I had packed a blindfold since I knew she was shy, and that she could think it was me. So at 9:00, I helped her to dry off and had her lay face down on the bed. I put the blindfold on her and nibbled at her ear just to get her going a little. I then covered her up with a towel as to make this look completely professional. I pulled out her favorite massage oil from the house which is a blend of herbs to produce an aroma for sensuality and tranquility.
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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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Daughter Goes Black

Six straight days of 90 degree weather and no end in sight. The humidity was also high even though there was no chance it would rain during the coming weekend. To make matters worse, Jay was finishing the last half mile of his run for the day, which happened to be mostly up hill.

As the terrain leveled out, he turned right on to the neatly kept little street where he had lived for almost a year now. It was only two blocks away from the college where he worked and while it was a pricey neighborhood it was well worth it. Now, he just needed to get through a few more minutes of huffing and puffing and it would be off to the pool for a much needed dip.

At 42 years old, he still had a weightlifter’s build, and still got out to run at least three times a week. He had retired from a full time career in television production to accept a position at the university, where he was charged with building a new and improved communications program. His investments had gone well also in the first 20 years, and now he was fully enjoying the less stressful and more peaceful environment that the world of academia provided him.

His marriage had ended almost a decade earlier. His single minded focus on work above all else had gradually eroded his relationship with his wife, who retained custody of their daughter Jaime. Luckily, the new job and house had allowed him to re-connect with his daughter, who had already been at that school for a year when he accepted his new position. The offer of free room and board just two blocks off campus in a big house with a pool had been too hard to turn down for his daughter. And while he and Jaime were close, there was some lingering resentment over the divorce and the difficulties it had cause during her teenage years.

Things had thawed nicely between them though, and they often spent time together during the week making dinner or enjoying a glass of wine on the patio. During the winter months however she wasn’t home much as her job as a manager for the men’s basketball team kept her schedule pretty tight. She had stayed on campus for the summer, rather than head back home primarily because it afforded her the opportunity to take a few classes and lighten her work load during the remainder of the year. Jay also knew it was because his rules were not in any way strict and she could come and go and party as she pleased. But whatever the reasons, he was glad that he and Jaime were patching things up and that he had some company around the big old house.

He clipped past the last few lawns on his way to the front sidewalk of his house. A look at his watch showed that he was slightly slower than usual, but he chalked it up to the heat. He stripped off his running shirt while walking around the back of the house, and could hear laughter. Jaime was laying on a chaise lounge in a tiny brown bikini, chatting excitedly on her cell phone. With a goofy grin, Jay ran four steps and plunged into the water feet first, and was rewarded with a scream from the side of the pool as the water splashed all over his daughter. He flipped onto his back in the water, and could see his daughter laughing and giving him a one-fingered salute while she still gabbed away on the cell phone.
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Pictures Of His Wife

I had been friends with Matt since grade school. We had visited each other in college, helped each other out of troubles, and I attended his wedding a year ago. Matt had married a girl he’d been dating for two years, Christy. We had gotten together numerous times and I got to know her well. I found her to be very cute and sweet. She treated my friend well and they seemed to have a good home life. Matt never had big complaints and was rather reserved especially when it came to the subject of his married sex life. I felt comfortable asking him how she was in bed… and he felt comfortable telling me she was great. That was the extent of it until I brought up taking nude pictures.

“Hell ya. Christy is very cooperative in that area, buddy. I got quite a few Polaroids of her wearing lingerie. She doesn’t pull that shit out very often but, when she does, I get a few pictures of her.”

“You ever take more hard core pictures of her? Does she let you take pictures of you guys fucking and stuff?”

“Yea, I take some of those. You know, man. Whatever I am in the mood for, she is all good about it. I put them in a box and look at them once in awhile. I figure if things ever go bad, I got those to fall back on,” he said with a smile. I could see his lust for taking pictures of his wife ran deep. Evidently, it was one of his kinks. We discussed this subject a couple of more times but, Matt made it clear that he could never show me the pictures of Christy.

I understood the values behind Matt’s reasons for not showing me the pictures but, I couldn’t stop thinking about his wife posing for dirty pictures. She was a young bride in her early twenties. Brown, shiny hair topped her girl-next-door face. Her body looked soft and curvy, not fat. She was somewhat, above average in the chest and I had often tried to see down her shirts when she exposed her cleavage. I couldn’t stop picturing Christy in some lacy outfit looking obscene in front of Matt’s Polaroid. I should have respected my friend’s privacy… I couldn’t stop thinking about those pictures. My mind went to work on a plan.

A few months later, Matt and Christy were going out-of-town. Matt gave me the key to his house and asked if I could get their mail and such. Of course, I was jumping out of my skin at this opportunity to hunt around his place. They wasn’t gone but a few hours before I was in their room, carefully rooting through their stuff. I looked through their dresser, examined Christy’s underwear drawer thoroughly, and moved to the closet. There, on a shelf in the back, was a small, wooden box. I pulled it out but, it was locked. I knew how to pick the lock. Nothing was gonna stop me from getting in that box. Sweat broke out on my forehead as I fumbled with the lock. I knew how to pick the lock but, I wasn’t very good at it. My hands shook as the lock opened.

I looked through the forty or so Polaroids stored in the wooden box. Christy was wearing a lot of make-up and frilly lingerie in some, others showed her nude posing and masturbating. I almost came in my pants at the site of her red fingernails disappearing into her pussy. She had shaved her lips smooth leaving only trim, brown hair above her clit. I couldn’t help myself. I pulled my dick out of my pants and began stroking hard in my best friend’s bedroom to forbidden pictures of his wife.
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Tigers Eye

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I never told her that I saw her that night.

Hell, she was plenty drunk and I’ve done stupid things when I was that loaded. We had been invited to a party at my friend Jims’ house. Everyone had known each other for years and the sexual talk that had been going on all evening was nothing new.

What was new was that someone acted on it and it was Julie, my wife, who acted upon the talk.

I don’t think anyone noticed that she and Jim had disappeared but I did and without saying a word to the rest of the group I also snuck away to see where they might be. I noticed the basement door was open just slightly and went down the stairs quietly not knowing what I would find.

What I found/saw was my wife of 15 years down on her knees sucking the cock of Jim, a very good friend of mine and hers.

She seemed to be enjoying it as well and I could tell by the look on Jim’s face he was also. Her blouse was open and her tits were pushed up over the top of her bra. Jim must have gotten a hand or mouthful before Julie dropped to suck him. I had a pretty good angle for watching and watch is what I did. She looked so trampish I couldn’t look away.

Jim had his hands behind her head and was really giving her a good face fucking. Jim was a well built guy that Julie had more than once told me she found attractive. His cock was not huge but it wasn’t small either. Julie seemed to be totally enjoying the way he was face fucking her, as she could be heard moaning with each stroke of his cock into her mouth. This went on for a time after I got there when Julie pulled her face from his dick and said stick that big fucking prick in my cunt you bastard.
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Drive In The Country

From the day that we met online, Mitch and I hit it off. We talked often, and told each other a lot about ourselves. One day, he picked me up several blocks from my house, to have lunch in this out of the way café. A place that gave us privacy to talk about anything, soon our conversation took an unexpected but delightful turn towards our sexual fantasies.

Mitch looks around the room, then leans over and asks, “Do you like to masturbate?”

My body responded before my lips did and I felt my nipples harden and my clit swell with arousal. Thinking back, I could remember that by the age of ten I had already discovered that touching certain areas of my body made me feel good. Many a night, I spent, fingering my nipples and cunt, until I quivered with excitement.

I blush, giggle, and replies, “Why yes, doesn’t everybody?”

Before he could respond I flash him a sultry look and asked, “Do you like to masturbate?”

He blushes and replies Yes, especially when I am talking to friends like you online. You are one sexy hot redhead and you make my blood boil.”

I shift in my chair feeling the wetness accumulate on my panties, and ask, “Mitch, when did you have your first sexual experience?”

I could tell by his reaction, that he was hesitant in telling me when. I took a hold of his chin and look him straight in the eyes. “Baby, nothing you say will alarm me baby, because I have a varied sexual appetite that includes some taboo subjects.

Mitch’s, eyes came alive with excitement and he replies, “Oh really? God that is so hot.” He pauses to watch my reaction then says, “Then you won’t be surprised that my first experience was incestuous in nature and happened when I was twenty-two.”

My body trembles and I admit, “Oh my god, I would love to hear about that.”

Mitch lowers his head, shifts in his chair and answers, “Maybe some other time, doll. Right now, my dick is too hard for me to think straight.”
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First Gang Bang

I still remember the first gang bang I participated in like it happened yesterday. It was the early 70’s and I was in college. I roomed with two other guys in a run down, three bedroom house. Paul was my best friend from high school and I met Steve my freshman year at college. We all had just started our sophomore year and this was the first time any of us had lived off campus. Jill was a cute little sorority sophomore who Paul picked up at a party. Steve and I had struck out and we were sitting around smoking pot when Paul and Jill came in. They both looked disappointed to see us. I was surprised when Paul did not usher Jill to his bedroom, but maybe he was not sure she was ready to fuck him. Or maybe he took her for a slut. They sat down with us and shared a joint.

The light was dim and we were all getting really stoned. The music was loud and I was lost in my thoughts. Suddenly I became aware that Paul was making the move on Jill and I was only a few feet away. Paul was kissing Jill deeply. She was responding. Paul’s hand was exploring the buttons on her jeans. Jill’s legs relaxed and parted ever so slightly. Paul’s hand continued to caress her pussy through her jeans. I was mesmerized watching Paul. I looked over and saw that Steve was watching as intently as I was. I was holding my breath because I was sure Jill would come to the realization that Steve and I were present and watching her seduction. That would be the end and I would be relegated to beating off.

Jill was getting turned on by all the attention from Paul. She was not resisting his advances so he moved his hand beneath her sweater and began caressing her tits. She moaned and moved her hand to Paul’s crotch. Paul returned his hand to her jeans. I held my breath. If he got in her panties, maybe she would get so hot that she would forget we were present. I had never seen anybody else fuck a girl. I listened to a girl give a friend a blow job in the backseat of my car while I made out with a girl in the front seat, but it was too dark and I was too scared I would screw it up for him if I looked. So I never saw anything.
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Stripping For the Guys

The owner of our neighborhood bar is a friend – not a good friend, because he is the kind that you hesitate to trust very far. But he is a great guy to be around. He knows everybody and everything, just ask him. He has plenty of wild tales about his youth and seems to have done about everything. Harry is definitely a guy’s guy.

My wife Sally and I frequently stop for drink after work and we often meet friends there before we go to dinner or whatever. Sally is very outgoing and friendly to everybody. She always kids Harry and sometimes flirts with him. Once when she was mad at me she sat with Harry and one of his friends at a table while I sat with two of her friends and sulked. I was certain that I saw Harry and his friend both slip their hands beneath her dress on more than one occasion, but I was too stubborn to go to her rescue. I thought it would serve her right if they took her into Harry’s office and had their way with her.

When we finally got ready to go Sally was ready to make up. When we got in the car, we kissed and I put my hand up her dress. Boy was I surprised when I found that she had no panties on. I was sure that I had seen her in panties before we left for the evening, but when I asked her about it she assured me that she had not worn panties. Sally always could talk her way out of a fix and I believed her. She could not deny that she was wetter than hell and ready to go. I took her right there in the parking lot.
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Sisters on the Subway

Sam had lived in Northern New York State his whole life. Right on the Canadian border. It was a forty- minute drive to Montreal from his front door. He had the best of both worlds he lived in a quiet rural farming community, but the big city was only minutes away.

Sam had met his friend Dan while in college. They had been roommates for four years, and got to be the best of friends. They partied hard while in school, and the three years since graduating had gotten together often. Sam going to Dan’s home- town of Poughkeepsie, from which they could either party there, or drive to Albany or New York City.

Dan had finally agreed to drive the four hours north to Sam’s house. Sam had a great weekend planned for them. Montreal was home to a lot of great strip clubs, and they were going to visit them all!

Dan drove up to Sam’s house immediately after work Friday night, and crashed at his place so they could get an early start in the morning. The drive form Sam’s house to the U.S./Canadian border was a short one, and the passage through the border itself simple. You drove your car up to a booth like any toll booth, and the border guards asked the car’s occupants their names, where they lived, asked them where they were going, and how long they would be staying…Standard questions. Two minutes and they were on their way.

The drive from the border took no time at all, and the rural landscape gradually gave way to a more metropolitan setting. The suburbs were typical of any large city. The Saint Lawrence River separated them from their destination. They crossed the Jacques Cartier Bridge, one of many that spanned the river, and drove a short way to a parking lot that Sam knew was well manned, and cheap. They would be taking Montreal subway system, the “Metro”, to get around the city. Sam claimed it was faster, and the “scenery” could be really good.
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The Nudism Defense

One of my friends suggested that I put a sign next to my front door to repel unwanted visitors. You know the sort, religious people trying to give you their propaganda, siding/vacuum cleaner/insurance salespeople, research/poll people, and all of those “unwanted visitors”. His suggestion was to put up a sign that said:

“The occupants of this dwelling are nudists. Please do not proceed if you are ofended by the human body in it’s natural state”

Well, I thought that this was a great idea! No more religious freakos interrupting my Sunday morning sleep-ins, no more “pushy” sales people… Yeah. This was the way to go…..

So I put up the sign, and for months had a wonderfully peacefull existance, free from unwanted visitors. All of my friends knew about this little ploy, and would shout: “Put your gear on!” when visiting, and it became a bit of an “in” joke.

I would watch in amusement as the car pulled up the drive, and the occupant, usually dressed in a suit, would head for the front door. Suddenly they would retreat to their car and drive away….

One day however, the door bell kept ringing. I peeked out of the window and saw a very young lady persistantly pressing the button. I checked the drive and saw an old model car, rusty and with a broken headlight lens.

OK, I thought, if you are prepared to keep ringing my bell, then you get what you get.

I stripped off and opened the door.
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Emily

About two weeks ago I was working late, this was nothing unusual as I worked till 7:00 or 8:00 at least three times a week. I was usually alone; most of my coworkers went home by 6:00. I enjoyed having the office to myself, it was quiet; no phones ringing, no bothersome questions…this was my time.

I had just finished a projection report and had made copies of it; I was delivering them to various other Director’s offices. I deliberately went to Kenneth’s office last, his office was next to mine and by dropping a copy on his desk last I could go back to my desk and get back to work. It was a little after 7:00 and I wanted to get my reports finished so I could be home no later than 9:00.

His door was closed; this wasn’t out of the ordinary because most of us closed our office doors when we left for the day. I couldn’t see any lights on so I opened the door and stepped in. He was sitting at his desk with his back to me, I could see his computer was on and I assumed he was working late too.

As I approached his desk I could hear him breathing hard and fast, concerned I quickened my steps and walked up next to him. That’s when I saw why he was breathing so hard…

He had his pants down to his ankles and his cock was in his hand. He was stroking it slowly, I watched as he rubbed his thumb across the tip and used his pre-cum to lubricate his shaft. I was mesmerized and just stood there watching. Kenneth is a great looking guy, he’s tall, dark and handsome and now I see he has a huge cock. He had one hand around the base of it cupping his balls and the other was working his thick shaft.
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Theater Experience

Doug and I were regulars at a swingers club in Dallas. During the three years we dated we went to the club almost every Saturday night and always had a great time. I wasn’t really into the swing scene but loved going to the club to dance. Though I had no interest in “swinging”, we were quite popular with other couples at the club.

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

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

We worked our away around to the back of the club, speaking to those we knew along the way. The bar and pool table were at the back and I always played a game or two of pool before we danced.
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I Went Too Far On The Train

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

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

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

[Story contributed by Paula]

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

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

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

We found a table in the back, my husband went to get some drinks, he returned and asked if I wanted to play pool. I reminded him how short my skirt was, he smiled and said give them something to look at, so I removed a pool stick from the corner and said rack em. We started playing pool when 4 guys came over and begin speaking with my husband, I made sure I showed them all I had, I bent over the table my skirt raised over my ass.
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My Wife At The Party

We were invited to a colleague’s New Year’s party. My wife Julie hates parties and I mentioned it nervously, firmly expecting that she would refuse. I was surprised when she accepted with no fuss.

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

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

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

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

At the weekend, she spent the afternoon getting ready and surprised me by getting out a very sexy dress with a low, revealing neckline resulting in a stunning display of cleavage.
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The Bed Salesman

The movers finished at about 3pm, leaving my wife and myself alone in our new house. We were both in the bedroom, trying to figure out what was wrong with how it was set up.

“It’s the queen size bed, it’s too small for this room,” Kelly said.

I nodded in agreement. “Yeah, it’s such a bigger room than in the last house.”

“Come on, let’s go pick out a King!” she said, grabbing my hand, and we were off to the furniture store.

We walked around the store for awhile until she found the bed set she wanted, and then went over to pick out a new mattress. She began hopping on the mattresses to try them, and it wasn’t long before one of the young salesman came over to help. His interest was plainly in my wife, who was wearing tight jeans and a tighter shirt, showing off a trim waist and a perfect pair of 32C breasts.

He said hi to us and immediately began talking to her, showing off some newer styles, and never taking his eyes off her body. I’m used to it, and I like men staring at her, and she’s well aware of the effect she has.
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Wanna Bet

Brian loves his wife, Teresa. He loves the way she looks. He loves the way she loves him. He loves the way she turns the heads of other men. He loves everything about her.

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

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

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

Brian decided to do some online shopping for his wife. He found just what he was looking for. He found some “club” type dresses and skirts. He found a skirt made of a sheer material that rode low on the hips and would just cover her shapely ass. He found a top that would allow her to wear a “shelf” type bra to support her ample breasts but allow her cleavage and nipples to be prominently displayed through the satiny material. He made his purchases … including new lace thong underwear, and made his plans.
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Some Unexpected Fun

Good sexual things don’t normally happen to me. I mean, I got my fair share of sex, but you know, nothing wonderful. Never does anything sexual just fall into my lap (no pun intended). Never, that was, until a couple months ago.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Take a look over there!”
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May Julie and the Pool

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

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

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

They were both wearing shorts and tee shirts, and had towels draped over their shoulders. Dropping their towels on the grass, they proceeded to strip down to their bikinis. I watched appreciatively as their bodies came into view. Julie was the taller of the two, and had a fuller figure, but May’s tight figure had been enough to give me a few fantasies, especially as her nipples would often noticeably dent the fabric of her bikini top.
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Across The Living Room

My name is Dan. I am a professional working at a large accounting firm in the Midwest. I had remained unmarried into my thirties partly because I didn’t want to give up the variety of different women that I bedded and partly because I couldn’t find a women that I was willing to wake up next to for the rest of my life.

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

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

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

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

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

Gary and I had been friends for about the last ten years. We were inseparable before my marriage and kept a large group of ladies happy for many years. He worked in sales and transferred to Texas shortly before I met Sharon. Gary had always been a ladies man. He was good- looking and a little taller than I was. The women always chased him and he made it a point to not let any one of them get their hooks into him.
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Pool Party Time

“How does this one look?” Kathy inquired as she posed in a yellow and blue bikini. It was the fourth bathing suit she’d tried on and she was becoming frustrated.

“It looks good, Honey,” I responded. “I like that one just as much as the others.”

“Oh, damn,” she sighed. “You’re missing the point! Everyone is going to be at that pool party—I have to look spectacular, not just good.”

It’s easy for Kathy to look good; at the time she was 23, but looked even younger with her long blonde hair, smoky blue-gray eyes and a firm 34C-23-33 figure that attracts stares everywhere she goes. At 5’2 103, she’s the kind of petite woman that men just seem to adore.

“Hmm, I wonder?” she pondered as she reached into the back of her drawer for yet another bikini. Walking into the dressing area of our bedroom, she slid off the blue and yellow bikini and started to put on the white one she’d just drawn from the drawer.

The new bikini bottom was a tiny thong that barely covered her shaved pussy and perfectly framed her taunt, tanned ass. The top piece struggled to contain her firm, plump tits and it looked like only a piece of string connected the two cups. It was the most reveling bikini I had ever seen and I was surprised she even owned it, let alone was contemplating wearing it to a pool party with our friends and co-workers

“Oh, yes!” She squealed excitedly, “This is the one! I had forgotten I had it, I only wore it a few times when I was in Mexico!”
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Wicked Wendy

I’m not sure where to begin with this one, my heads still spinning from the events of the last few days. Fact is, my new wife is becoming a slut and I’m encouraging her.

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

Although she tried hard she wasn’t the brightest kid on the block but with gentle persistence I slowly taught her everything I knew about sex including toys, oral and anal. Within a year She was really enjoying herself. Not only did she now enjoy sex, but, she discovered she was multi orgasmic and when excited her clit was nearly as big as her nipples, a clear sign that she was ready to fuck. And that brings me to the events of last weekend.
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