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Cum Hiking With My Hot Wife

Last summer, Julissa and I took a weekend trip to the Bear Flats area to campout, hike, and have some outdoor sex. It was a chance also to expose my wife topless or nude to other hikers. It was a good three-mile hike from the campground, but the views, quietness, and beauty was well worth it; especially the area around the waterfalls. There was a good chance that we would be the only two there; however, Julissa and I were hoping to run into other hikers. Julissa decided to wear her sports bra to start, and a short-short pair of shorts with her socks and hiking boots. I wore my hiking boots, cutoffs a t-shirt and ball cap. The hike was relatively easy; the land was relatively smooth, and the climb was not that steep through the little canyon. We came up to a large pond and could hear a waterfall. The waterfall was spectacular. There were hundreds of pine and oak trees, plants, and colorful flowers everywhere you looked. We had not seen anyone on the trail coming up to the waterfall, and no one had been coming down. We had the place completely to ourselves. Close to the bottom of the waterfall, near the water, was a great spot to sit, relax, and enjoy the sites.

I helped Julissa down the slippery rocks to the great spot. She had packed a few goodies to eat and drink when we had arrived. The water was cool and refreshing to the taste. Julissa suggested that after we enjoyed the snack, we could take a dip in the cool crisp water. I smiled at her, having something else on my mind. I didn’t wait for the snacks to come out of the pack; I slipped off my shirt, socks, and boots and jumped into the water in my cutoffs. Julissa threw her head back in laughter. When I came to the surface, I held out my arms and told Julissa to come in the water. The drop wasn’t far, and I promised I would catch her if she slipped. She took a few steps back from the edge, closed her eyes, held her breath, and jumped. She opened her eyes just in time to enter the water below. The water seemed to lift her up as if she were floating on air. The water was just warm enough to keep us in, and cool enough to keep the hot day at bay. The time seemed to fly by. We swam, ate, swam, and walked around the hidden paradise until our hearts were content. We thought for sure that more people would know about this spot and want to come see it as much as we did.

After drying off and getting dressed, we walked upstream and came across a meadow surrounded by trees. Julissa wanted to get a closer look at it. Wild flowers scented the air. Julissa walked further into the meadow, and held out her hand for me to follow her. She kissed my lips, and ran ahead. I chased behind her, finally catching her and pulled her close and kissed her softly with more passion than before. Julissa slid to her knees and smiled devilishly up at me. She unbuttoned my shorts and pulled them down. She pulled my underwear down and started to stroke my cock with her hands. The smile on my face showed my obvious delight with her actions. Julissa was going to make this last a while. She slowly licked up one side and down the other, taking only the head into her mouth for a second and then repeating it all over again. I let out a moan, and put my hands in her long hair. I wanted her to take me all in her mouth, but Julissa was in control this time. She wrapped her lips around my hardness, and sucked me almost to her tonsils, letting me out slowly, and pulling it back in again. I let Julissa control the speed, but kept my hands firmly in her hair. Finally not being able to take anymore, I escaped her grasp and fell to the ground with her.

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House Party

Josie and I had been invited to a house party at the home of one of Josie’s girl friends. It didn’t sound like we would know that many people there but we both felt like partying and decided we may as well go. Both my wife and I had downed a couple drinks so we had to catch a cab there. When we arrived at the party Josie and I split up, she went to find her friend and I went to make us a couple drinks and put our stuff away.

When I found her next Josie was with her friend who was introducing her to a couple guys, Mark and Chris. Mark was a scrawnier guy with short, spiky hair, cargo shorts and a polo while Chris was slightly taller than I am with short brown shaggy hair and wearing blue jeans with a white beater. She shook their hands and Chris made a comment about how beautiful she looked. Josie blushed slightly, thanking him for the compliment. When I joined the group Josie introduced me to Mark, Chris and her friend; as I had not met her yet either.

Chris looked at me, saying “I hope you don’t mind my saying but you have one hell of a wife there, John, you are a lucky man” We all chuckled and I smiled, thanking him, telling him no offence was taken.

After more small talk, and some subtle flirting between Josie and Chris, we all hit the dance floor for a while. Josie danced with me for a bit, moving seductively to the music, she then moved to her right and began dancing with Mark, sort of joking around flailing her arms to the music. After a moment she moved on to Chris, dancing much closer than she had been with Mark. The crowd of dancers was thick but I saw as he put his arm out and caressed the small of her back, pulling her slightly closer. Josie put her hand on his chest; feeling, caressing back and forth. She turned around and backed against him, pushing her body tight against his and then suddenly leaving him to dance back toward me.

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My Best Friends Hot Wife

I live in a condo complex with about a dozen units and a great pool and exercise facility. I’m single, thirty years old, and have a good job with one of the top airlines. A close friend and former college buddy is a pilot with the same airline and he and his wife Renee live just a couple of doors down from me. Renee is twenty-six and a real beauty. Sam and Renee have been happily married for three years. When she’s at the pool in her bikini it’s hard for me to take my eyes off of her, but as my buddy’s wife I can’t even think about that body — at least I shouldn’t think about that body. Sam is a copilot with a lot of hours and gets his share of international flights, mostly to Europe, so he’s gone several times a month for three or four days at a time.

About three months ago I was coming home about ten or eleven one night and I saw Renee’s car drive out of the parking lot. Sam had just left that day on a flight to Paris. I didn’t think much about it until early the next morning when I saw her car was not back in the lot. Perhaps she was up to something with some guy, but their marriage seemed so solid I had trouble believing that. Being interested in her myself and curious about that night away from home, I began to watch her closely when Sam was out of town.

The first thing I noticed was that she always went out the first night he was away. That was the night he was flying the Atlantic all night and could not make a phone call home. The next time Sam left on a flight I waited in my car down the street a block or so. Sure enough, her car passed me and I followed her. She drove to a high-end motel near the airport that was frequented by a large number of traveling businessmen. There was a real nice bar and I followed her into it. Keeping out of sight, I watched her. She was wearing a sexy outfit and was sitting at the bar, barely sipping her drink. From time to time a guy would sit next to her and they would have a brief conversation. Then the guy would walk away. Finally one guy stayed and they talked for almost an hour. Then they left together and I followed them to the elevator. They went upstairs and I went home. The next morning she drove into the parking lot about eight o’clock.

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She Loves to Swallow

Callie was sitting at her desk at work, her mind wandering back to the previous night with her husband. Paul, her husband of two years, was three years her senior at twenty-six years old. They had met when she was just nineteen, he had proposed to her less than a year later and they were married just a month after her twenty-first birthday. Their sex life was both active and satisfying for both of them, and last night was no exception. Paul had just returned from a week out of town on business and the young married couple had sucked and fucked for almost three hours before he rewarded her with the load he had been saving up over the past several days. She had swallowed it greedily, the mouthful of cum triggering her own orgasm as it usually did.

Callie was fully aware of how unusual it was to be able to climax simply as a result of swallowing cum. She could trace it back to her teen years and her first sexual partner. One afternoon when his parents weren’t home they were in his living room on the couch, fooling around completely naked. He was sitting on the couch with his cock pointing straight up in the air, while she was kneeling beside him. As she leaned over him, sucking his cock, he was reaching between her legs to finger her pussy. He had warned her that he was about to cum so that she could pull away, but she had decided that it was time to swallow his load for the first time. She ignored his warning and continued to suck, and it was only a couple of minutes later that he started to cum in her mouth. Coincidentally, it happened at the exact same time that he made her cum with his fingers. From that point forward, any time she swallowed a guy’s cum it triggered an orgasm as though it were some kind of Pavlovian type response.

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Anna Becomes A Hot Wife

For men who like to watch their wives having sex with other men, no explanation is necessary. For men who don’t understand this fantasy, no explanation is possible.

Although I enjoy wife sharing and some wife cheating stories I always felt confident that I would never want to act any of them out myself. I also felt that if my wife Anna ever cheated on me that would be it, no second chances. If I were ever so unfortunate to actually catch her cheating I believed id probably end up in prison on a murder charge. But it is funny how we go through life thinking we know what we want and know how we would feel if certain situations were to happen. Yet how many of us end up in places we never thought we would go?

This story is a true event that happened seven years ago. If you told me it was going to happen when I married Anna then I wouldn’t be sat here typing this. This story may not seem original but that’s because it happens to so many people and so many people wish, in fantasy at least, for it to happen to them.

I have changed some minor details to hopefully make the story more erotic but everything else is exactly how I remember it.

First off my name is Daniel and I am married to a beautiful woman named Anna. We are both 36 yrs old and have no children. At the time of this story we were 29 and had only been married 2 yrs.

We had been invited to a house party of some friends of Anna’s but I was working away that weekend. I planned to be back around 9pm and said I would quickly get showered and head over to the party and meet her there. The hosts Richard and Wendy weren’t close friends of mine but I got on well with them. I was quite happy not to go at all as I knew I wouldn’t know many people there. But like a good husband I agreed for Anna’s sake.

On the night of the party driving home I had hit some pretty bad traffic and text Anna to say id be too late and that I’d wait up for her. She text back saying I love you and not to worry. Once the traffic had cleared I actually made up some good time and could get to the party for about 11pm. I decided to go and surprise her.

I got to the party just after 11 and was surprised it was still in good flow. The door was open with a couple of people standing outside smoking and drinking while they chatted. Not knowing any of them I walked straight in and set about finding my wife. I bumped into Richard and shook his hand as I asked him where Anna was. He said he last seen her dancing and to grab myself a beer from the kitchen.

The house looked fairly big even with people everywhere. The lounge had double doors opening up to join the dining room which had been cleared to accommodate the revellers. I couldn’t see Anna anywhere so I headed into the kitchen to grab a beer. Just then I noticed my wife dancing with a guy in amongst the crowd. It looked innocent enough as they danced and laughed so I waited for her to finish before I went over.

She looked stunning as I watched her dancing. Anna is 5″5 and only weighs 118lbs. She has shoulder length curly blonde hair and very sexy green eyes. She has a slim healthy looking size 10 waist with a firm 32C bust which looks bigger due to her size. I could see why this guy had chosen to dance with her. She was wearing a short black dress with very thin shoulders straps. The dress stopped four inches above her knee revealing her smooth legs, which were standing inside a sexy pair of 4 inch black heels. The dress was quite revealing too so anybody taller than her could easily get a glimpse at her cleavage.

Suddenly R Kelly’s bump and grind started booming through the house. The guy dancing with my wife quickly moved in and placed his arms onto my wife’s waist. This didn’t really bother me as I trusted Anna and had seen a few men dance with her in the past. She always pushed them away if they went too far. But this time my stomach turned upside down as I watched my wife throw her head back laughing as she placed her arms around the guy’s neck.

Still I tried to remain calm as everybody else was pretty much dancing the same way. I put it down to the song and grabbed another beer. When I returned a few seconds later the guy was behind my wife grinding his groin into my wife’s arse as she just bent forward slightly encouraging him. His hands were still on her waist but they soon started moving up the sides of her body. As I watched expecting my wife to move away or slap his hands, my mouth went dry as he cupped both her breasts through the dress.

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Hot Wife Is Working Late Again

The phone rang on Clare’s desk. She picked up the receiver. It was her husband.

“Hello darling, how’s it going?” he asked.

“Tied up again Steve. This project is taking longer than I thought. I should be finished though in a couple of hours.”

“I’m on my way home. Do you want me to drop in with a bite to eat?”

Clare glanced down at her skirt rucked up around her waist. Her stillettos were perched on the edge of the desk, her thighs spread wide and her knickers hanging off one ankle. The office manager was licking slowly up and down the length of her pussy lips. The situation was making her very wet.

“Oh no darling, don’t bother. My work colleague is just having a snack right now.” She ran her hand through John’s hair and pulled his face harder between her legs. His hands ran up and down her nyloned legs, sending cold shivers through her body.

“I’ll grab something to eat when he’s done,” she continued, “anyway tell me about your day.” Clare suddenly had a wanton idea. Cupping John’s chin with her hand, she made him stand up in front of her. With her husband droning on she unzipped the young man’s trousers and pulled his cock out. It bobbed in front of her, long and hard. Grasping the shaft she fed the helmet past her glossy lips and into her hot mouth. She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock before sucking on his meat. She couldn’t help make faint slurping noises in her attempt to give John the best blowjob of his life.

“What are you eating?” her husband suddenly asked.

She withdrew from John’s cock but kept it within reach of her tongue.

“Just a sweet to keep me going. It’s one of those hard ones so I’m sucking on it.” She flicked her tongue over John’s helmet. She loved his taste and of course the fact that she was talking on the phone to her husband whilst sucking another cock. She pumped the cock with her fist.

“I’ll see you around 9 then,” Steve said and rang off. Clare put the phone down and looked up at John.

At the same moment her husband was watching her through the glass doors of her office. Concealed by the tall fern in the doorway he had a perfect view of what his wife was doing with the young man. He had stopped by her office to surprise her and ended up being the one surprised. There she was legs spread for another man, smearing her sexy lipstick up and down his cock while on the phone to him. The situation was too exciting to walk away from.

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Slutty Wife Football Fun

I have a way of really pissing off my wife. It’s not that I do it intentionally, it just sort of happens and then the shit hits the fan. For several years now she has been after me to stop hosting the football beer drinking bashes that had grown to be a tradition in our home. In all actuality my friends did act like a bunch of high school punks when we got together and we all would end up drinking too much. The drinking was another sore subject with her. She wanted me to slow down. I had every intention of putting an end to the parties but, when the guys would all show up I never could tell them no.

The last several weeks had been going pretty smooth and things seemed to be in good shape between us. Debbie told me that if I had another blow out party she would have to really consider what her reaction would be. Debbie was American born but both her parents were Mexican. She carried some of her parents attributes with dark skin, jet black hair and tiny features. She had a pretty face, small tits (32A), a small tight ass and long slender legs. She stands about 5’6 and weighs 116 lbs. At 35 years old she is still in great shape with only a slight ‘pudge’ on her belly as she called it. Otherwise she was firm all over.

I woke up on a Saturday morning and did not have any plans for the day. As Debbie an I sat around drinking coffee and talking after breakfast she said she wanted to go to the mall and to Lowes to pick some things up for the house. I agreed and our plan was set. At 10 AM. While Debbie was in the shower and getting ready for our errands the doorbell rang and six of my buddies were at the door. It was college bowl day and they were ready to party. They had bought a keg and were carrying it into the house as I tried to tell them I could not watch the games with them, I had promised my wife to take her shopping.

The guys all teased about my lack of attendance at any of the games the past few weeks and implied that Debbie had ‘pussy whipped’ me. I told them that was not the case and they just proceeded to carry the keg down to my game room in the basement and act like I was not even there. They said let her go by herself. I really did want to watch the games and the smell of the keg alone already had me longing for a nice cold beer.

My basement was set up with memorabilia from our State University team and a large screen TV with a satellite receiver. I had a bar in one corner and a large couch, several tables and several recliners in the room focused on the TV. It was the perfect game party room. The keg was tapped and the pre-game show on by the time Debbie came down the steps asking if I was ready to go.

When she saw my buddies and the keg she went off. She accused me of lying to her and going back on my word. I tried to explain to her in vein that the guys had come over on their own and brought the beer. She wold not listen to me and stormed off cussing me. All my buddies had a good laugh at my expense and told me that if I wanted to go that they would hold the fort down. By that time I was pissed and got another beer and settled down to watch the first game.

As the afternoon wore on and the beer flowed and we got into the games we all got a little trashed. Debbie stormed down the stairs several times and ranted and raved at me for drinking, which only added fuel to my fire. By the time the third game was on most of us were plastered and talking about performing nasty acts on the college cheerleaders more than talking about the game. Debbie was indignant on her last trip down about our behavior and as she stormed around the room the alcohol and testosterone raging in the room made my mouth operate without going threw the brain. I told her “Oh shut up or put up.” Even as I said it I knew I had stepped over the line but the words just flowed out. All the guys heckled and called after her in their drunken state as she stormed back up the steps.

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In The Beginning

My name is Robert and my wife’s name is Julissa. This is the second marriage for both of us. Julissa was a teenage bride in an abusive marriage and has a twenty year old son. I lost my first wife ten years ago to a traffic accident. Julissa dated numerous men since her divorce. She raised her son, went to school, and began a business career. I dated a few women in those ten years; however, I read and watched a lot of porn and became engrossed with stories of hot wives and men who enjoyed watching their wives with other men. I met Julissa a few years ago at a seminar in Las Vegas. She was one of a handful of women at the resort/casino that spent any time around the pool’s topless area. I invited her to dinner that week and we started dating. I was engrossed by this petite Latina goddess with the all-over tan and large tits. After a year we got married and opened a business together. Julissa’s beauty was not only good for sales, but she also offered eye candy for clients and business associates.

I bought her clothes that showed off her body, half bras that pushed her tits up but left the top of her breasts naked, blouses that were sheer enough to see through or were very low cut to show off her tits. I chose short skirts either tight around her ass or pleated like a cheerleaders, and very high heels (4″-5″). The clothes helped her slip into the role, I think. She liked the attention that she got when she wore them, and I encouraged it. Men often gawked at her or whistled or just followed her around a room with their eyes. She got into teasing on her own. The clothes made it easy, and I never objected. I liked it, seeing her getting so much attention. The men practically drooled over her. She keeps her tight pussy shaved now and wears very sheer panties or thongs or nothing at all. She liked the guys to have something “nice to see” when she crossed her legs or bent over. She buys the sexy clothes for herself now and she doesn’t always wear a bra when we go out in the evening now.

She has stopped wearing panties as well. She likes to “flash the men once in while” she says. She likes to point out men who have erections to me after she has given them a “quick look.” She giggles, and I enjoy being the man by her side. Julissa stands just a fraction over five-feet, which is why her legs appear longer with her 4 or 5 inch high heels. She manages her weight around 109-110 pounds and has beautiful long jet black waist length hair. She gets a manicure and pedicure every few weeks and a bikini wax for her smooth pubes. Soon those stories of hotwives and open marriages began arousing me again and I yearned to watch my wife being fucked by other men. My attention was nurtured because she always dressed sexy and she had always liked the attention that it brought her. But to my surprise and delight, she began taking it further. She would find reasons to stand on tip-toes in the room to get something off of the top shelf or bend over for a long time as she read the titles on the books on the bottom shelf of the bookcase, finally selecting one and walking out of the room with it.

If she was wearing shorts, either one of these actions pulled her tight shorts sharply into her butt-crack and accentuated her nice-round, Latina rump. If she was bending over, you could even see the seam pressing into her labia. Her pussy slit looked great like that. Everyone in the room would gasp and she would act as though she didn’t even notice. If she was wearing a miniskirt, either action would display the bottom edge of her ass cheeks; and if she was bending over far enough, you could see her pouty vulva. On one occasion, she was wearing sheer, translucent panties and did this. The nearly clear panties pressed into her crotch and spread her fat pussy lips for all to see. She began going topless or nude in the backyard and around the pool and spa. Finally I set a plan to expose her more to others. In bed one night after some love-making, I told her I wanted to take her to our local hangout and have her flash other men and see what happened.

“You really are a pig, but what the heck. Okay!”

The rest of the week I just couldn’t think of anything else and I eagerly awaited the upcoming Friday. When it finally came, Julissa wanted to be on her own while she got dressed and I waited impatiently in the living room. I almost lost my breath when she came in to me. She looked wonderful! Sexy! Her long black hair was brushed out straight to her waist, and her dark brown eyes, which seemed to be bigger than they actually were thanks to the make-up, gleamed with her smile. Black-strapped 5″ high heels, black stockings and a knee-long black skirt and a blouse in bright red completed the picture. She swirled in front of me, revealing a tiny black thong.

“Like?” she asked.

“OH YES!”

The night went well. Julissa danced most of the time, parading around in front of the other patrons. The men in the bar seemed to flock around our table, even though they couldn’t know that she was almost naked under her clothes. Finally the evening ended and we walked the long walk home. A couple of blocks from our house there’s a little park, and when we passed it, I dragged in Julissa in the shade of the trees. I unbuttoned her skirt and let it fall on the ground. She shivered but I didn’t think it was from the cold because the night was warm in Arizona. My instincts were right. When my hand got in contact with her pussy, I could feel that it was very wet and slightly open. A finger slipped in without any hindrance, as did the second and with a little coaxing so did the third. I began to finger-fuck my hot wife in the park, slowly, slowly, until with a moan, she sank down on the ground out of control. I followed her while her pussy squeezed my fingers as she had an orgasm.

As soon as Julissa had regained her strength, we continued our walk home. I had her skirt and thong in my hands, and I dropped a little behind her and watched her swinging ass-cheeks as she walked. She kept looking around afraid that any of our neighbors should see her half naked, but she didn’t object, and walked boldly on with her pussy and ass on display on our own street. I now realized she was a true exhibitionist and would probably go even further if coaxed. As soon as we had entered our house, she tore off her blouse, kicked her shoes away and grabbed a grip on my shirt. She swung me around and almost pushed me into the bedroom and down on the bed. She hastily undressed me while I passively lay on the bed. Never before had I seen her as hot as she was at that moment! She didn’t bother with any foreplay, but climbed over me, straddled me, gripped my cock and steered it with one sweeping movement into her waiting pussy.

She was even wetter now than when I fingered her in the park. She rode me with long, deep strokes, and I could feel her pussy clamp around my cock the entire time. I myself was as hot as she wa, and I couldn’t hold back for as long as I had wanted. I wanted this incredible fuck to last all night. It was a fuck. It wasn’t a love making. When she felt my semen shoot up her cervix she screamed out her lust, something I’d never heard her do. She was a moaner, not a screamer. Or so I thought!

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Watching My Hot Wife Fuck My Friend

We had known Dave and Mary for years, our friendship having grown after we were introduced by a mutual friend at a birthday party fifteen years earlier. We had hit it off straight away and before long we were socialising with them regularly. Dave was two years younger than me at 42, but looked 10 years younger. He was 6’2″ and built like a tank as he should be with the amount of exercise he does.

Mary at 40 years old, stands five feet six, has dark brown hair, usually worn up and has a body even at her age, which turns heads. Her tits, which always look as though they are about to burst through what is covering them, defy all gravitational laws. You can see some age in her face, but it suits her. She is one of those MILFS who are just eminently fuckable and she knows it!

My own wife Sam is no bad looker either. She is just over five feet tall, shoulder length brown hair, green eyes and a killer body, with good firm tits. I know Dave has had a thing for her for years, – you get to notice the looks, but Sam has never encouraged him and despite our previous adventures with other people (see previous stories), she would never compromise our friendship.

On the particular Friday night in question, we were preparing to meet Dave and Mary for a drink in a local country pub. As Sam was in the bathroom, we got chatting about our friends and how close we felt to them. I joked that Dave wouldn’t mind getting much closer to her. She turned to me completely naked and said, “What do you mean.”

She seemed surprised by my comment. I said “Oh come on, – surely you’ve seen the looks he gives you when Mary’s not watching him. “He’d give his right arm to fuck you.”

She blushed and I knew I had hit a nerve. “What if I were to suggest it to him” I said. “What if we asked him to fuck you while Mary and I watched? Or even better, while I fucked Mary?”

She moved closer to me now and began gently rubbing my semi — erect cock through my trousers. I could feel her large tits gently rubbing against me. “Do you really think they would go for it?” she said, as she unzipped my trousers and reached in to gently take hold of my now raging erection.

“Enough drink and merriment and I think they would.” I replied.

I could tell I had fired her lustful imagination because in a few seconds she had undone my trousers, dropped to her knees and taken my cock deep into her throat. Now I know from personal experience and from the reaction of other men I have watched her fuck that my wife gives awesome head. I felt my balls tighten and stir as I watched her bob her head.

Knowing that a great deal of the eroticism of a blowjob is in the watching of a cock disappear into her mouth, she gently moved her hair to the side to give me the perfect view. I gently held the back of her head as I began to fuck her face, feeling the sap rising in me and knowing that with each thrust, my blowing a load into her mouth was closer and closer. “I’m cumming,” I grunted and in response she took me deep as I felt my muck blow into her throat. Good little girl that she is, she didn’t stop sucking for a second and took the entire load into her mouth and swallowed.

“Is that a taste of what you have in store for Dave later?” I asked. She smiled, winked and turned towards the shower. I couldn’t wait!

After showering, Sam entered the lounge to reveal her outfit for the evening. She looked awesome! She was wearing a low cut clingy black top which displayed her 36D tits to perfection. She had coupled this with a knee — length black skirt and knee — high ‘take me home and fuck me’ black leather boots. Dave would cum in his pants just looking at her.

We entered the Pub at 7pm to find Dave sitting alone. Apparently Mary had been called away at the last minute as her mother was ill and she had to go look after her. I was a bit disappointed, but at least the evening still had possibilities.

After much merriment and flirty talk between Dave and Sam we decided to leave the cars on the pub car park and get a taxi back to our place. I persuaded Dave, rather than go back to an empty house that he should spend the night with us in our spare room. He didn’t take much persuading; – I think the idea of spending more time near Sam was very appealing to him.

While Dave went to the bathroom prior to us leaving the pub, I told Sam of a plan I had. My plan was that when we got back to our place, I would feign a headache, say I was going to take some sleeping pills and make my excuses to go to bed. This would leave them alone. I would leave the bedroom door open slightly so I could peek out and over the balcony where I would have a perfect view of the lounge sofa. She was to sit with him on there and see what happened. Hopefully, Dave would take advantage of the situation and I would be able to watch her get a good fucking.

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My Hot Wife has Many Secrets

Before I married my beautiful and sexy wife, Julie, 10 years ago, we dated for over 5 years, though never exclusively.

I guess I should have known from her sexy dresses and outright promiscuous behavior from our dating days that she would stray outside of our marriage.

The difference is, back in the 1990s, when we dated, her behavior made me almost insanely jealous. When I learned not long ago that I was the husband of a truly hot wife, on the other hand, it turned me on immensely and the thought of her in action makes my cock twinge with excitement.

Julie’s looks are what can only be described as unique. At first sight, one might overlook her (unless she is dressed provocatively, which she often is). But upon closer examination, she never fails to turn heads. She has lustrous dark brown hair, eyes to match and a naturally tan complexion.

When we were dating, Julie’s trademark was short skirts. Her legs are incredible, not thin, but the nicely toned legs of a real athlete and, though she denies this, she has always loved to show them off in mini-skirts, including a micro-mini with fur trim she once wore on a date with another guy, along with ankle boots. On that particular night she showed up at a party that I was already at and every man in the place turned and gawked when she walked in. At the time, I was insanely jealous, but thinking back on it now absolutely makes my cock raging hard. I have no doubt that she fucked that lucky guy’s brains out that night. It drove me crazy at the time knowing that. Today, it drives me wild for a completely different reason.

There was another time when I got lucky with Julie that brings back sensationally sexy memories. I didn’t know what prompted this at the time, but one Saturday afternoon, Julie showed up at my apartment wearing very short cut-offs, cowboy boots and a leotard top. She also had her hair down and just the right touch of eye shadow, blush, eye liner and lip gloss. WOW.

One thing led to another and soon I was rubbing her wet pussy through those denim shorts and we fucked and sucked until Sunday morning, when she had to get ready for a date with another guy that night.

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Cheating Anal Wives

“You didn’t!” Wendy gasped when Lynn told her about the encounter with Ken, how she had finally cheated on her husband with another guy. It was really outrageous. She, a wealthy suburban wife, meeting a surfer on the beach and then actually doing it with him in the back of his van!

“I did,” Lynn said with the satisfied smile of a cat who’s just consumed a big bowl of cream

She went into all the details, describing Ken’s cock to Wendy, who, of course, drooled hearing Lynn’s description. Lynn told her about everything they did in the back of his van. Wendy got so excited listening to all the scorching details that afterwards the two wives just had to pull down their jeans and panties and have a go at it themselves. 

Lynn saw Ken the surfer again, this time at his surprisingly swank beachside Santa Monica apartment. He was only twenty, but it turned out he was a championship surfer and made quite a bit of money from competitions and his endorsements. Upstairs, she found that he did indeed have a nice, big bed for her, not just the back of a surfer’s van. And boy did the two of them ever have fun on that bed that time, and several more times! Naturally Wendy heard all about these encounters as well

“Maybe you can join the two of us. You know, I’ve told him all about you, and about us, how you’re married too, how the two of us like to fool around. You know guys. He just loved hearing about that, about a couple of wives having sex with each other, cheating on their husbands that way,”” Lynn said to Wendy one day after she described her latest encounter with Ken, a description which again provoked some serious cunnilingus on the part of the two wives, as well as extensive play with Wendy’s vibrating dildo. 

“Join you two?” Wendy said, a little stunned. Wendy had yet to cheat on her husband, Lynn knew, apart from her liaisons with Lynn. But the more Lynn told Wendy about her own transgressions, the more tempted Wendy became, Lynn could clearly see. 

“Yeah, I even asked Ken what he’d think if I brought you over with me some day,” Lynn said. “You can imagine his answer.”

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The Boss

I was so excited about my first real job since I got out of college. The company was big and I knew that if I did my job well I could retire from here very well off financially. For the first couple of months everything was going great. My coworkers were nice, my bosses praised my work, and I had never been happier. But, as with all things in life, there were going to be some bumps in the road. And, as it turned out, my bump was going to be Mrs. Taylor. 

Mr. Taylor was the CEO of my company and his wife also held a very high position in the company. From what I heard they started this company fresh out of college and built it into a solid company by the time they were in their mid forties. As luck would have it a bigger kid on the block wanted to buy up the competition and the Taylor’s company was the one they targeted first. Rumors had it that the buyout made them both very wealthy and the new management wanted to keep them around for at least ten more years.

The Taylors were a great set of bosses. They treated the employees very well and everyone had a lot of respect for them and what they had done, including yours truly. I almost viewed them as sort of surrogate parents. The only problem was I was starting to develop a huge crush on Mrs. Taylor. She was a very beautiful older woman. She had a body that was curved by the years, but very sexy curves. I would guess her to be about 145 lbs, dark brown hair, big tits, and a sexy set of green eyes that seemed to burn to your very soul. 

At first I didn’t notice how sexy she really was, but as I started to take note of her through the months I became more and more attracted to her. She wore business suits to work that were pretty conservative. I loved the times when she would have me work on an assignment that caused me to report directly to her. The day she finally had me wrapped around her finger was on one such occasion. I was working on a very high profile report and she had called me into her office to review what I had done so far. I gazed at her while she reviewed it and took time to notice every aspect of her beauty. I was thinking to myself that this had to be the sexiest older woman I had ever seen. Until Mrs. Taylor I had never really thought about women that much older than me. 

I must have been daydreaming about her when she said, “Brian did you hear what I just said?”

“Uh, I’m sorry Mrs. Taylor what was that again?”

“Brian I need you focused on this assignment. Is that going to be a problem for you?”

“No ma’am not at all.”

She walked around the desk with the report in her hand. She leaned over to show me something in the report when I noticed that her blouse was open and I had a full view of her magnificent tit right in my face. She wore a pink satin bra with lace trim. I also noticed that her nipples were straining against the material. Oh how I would love to release them and suck them into my mouth. I tried as hard as I could to stop staring, but I had grown to be so fond of her I just couldn’t make myself to look away. The words coming from her mouth we just blah, blah, blah. All I was doing was admiring her tits. I realized that I was starting to get hard which made me nervous. What would I say if I tented my pants right there in front of her? I had to look away. But my gaze just kept coming back to her tits. I looked down and I could see the outline of my cock straining against the leg of my pants. I hoped Mrs. Taylor hadn’t noticed it as well. How embarrassing.

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Webcam Wife

My wife Dee is a total knockout. Five-foot-nine with legs that won’t stop. She has a perfectly toned body that weighs 130 pounds on a “heavy” day. She got a boob job in college before I met her, but they are perfectly round 36-inch c-cups. Her cropped blonde hair outlines a super cute face. She loves to have sex in any of her three holes.

But while this is all great, she is also very much a passively sexual person. She rarely, if ever, takes the lead in sex. Even though she has had a boob job, she dresses very conservatively always worried she is showing off too much. Over the course of the two years of our marriage, I have tried to get her to loosen up, but she always has rebuffed my attempts telling me that sex is for the privacy of the people involved.

I know this sounds odd for a lady that has had a boob job, but apparently she was a very small a-cup. One of her friends told me that I had a bigger chest than she did and that she was even more shy then than she is now. She got the implants after her sophomore year at college and her self-esteem improved, but she remained very shy about her body.

That is, until recently. I have a job that takes me out-of-town every Wednesday and Thursday. A few months ago, Dee blew my world apart, for the good, when she met me at the door in a sheer baby doll, g-string and platform heels. She had my pants down and cock in her mouth before I could even set my bags down. She had never done anything like this before. That entire night, she took the lead and we fucked for hours on end that night. I was so turned on by her aggressiveness that I was able to “perform” five times.

I began to notice that she was more horny than usual, and she began to meet me after my trips in various fantasy outfits. After a few weeks, my curiosity began to get the best of me. Why was she all of a sudden acting like this? Of course, I immediately began to suspect an affair, but also realized that an affair probably wouldn’t increase the amount of sex I was getting.

I tried to check our computer history, but my wife was smart enough on the computer to erase anything that would be happening on there, which she had already done. I thought about trying to rig our computer video camera to spy on the bedroom, but that would be impossible to hide. Anyway, my business laptop wouldn’t be able to network into the camera from a remote position, halfway across the country. I racked my brain for an idea before my next trip.

Finally, I decided to install a “parent control” spy program that would send me the addresses of sites she would go to and access to any usernames and passwords she used. I installed the program the night before I left for San Diego.

The next day I left and attended to my usual business at my company’s other site. However, my mind was on what Dee might be up to. I got back to my room that evening and logged onto my email to see what had happened, but I quickly found out that she had not been on the computer all day.

I thought about going out to dinner, but I wanted to be ready for any internet traffic that would be reported to me so I ordered room service and waited. What was she up to? I couldn’t think of anything that could explain her sudden change in behavior. An affair was possible, but didn’t make sense either.

For what seemed like 10 hours, I stared at my email box, waiting for something, anything. Finally, about 8:00 an email popped up on my screen. She was going to a website. I quickly jotted it down and went to it. It was a voyeur porn site. Porn, I thought. That is what got her all riled up? Again, it didn’t make sense. We had watched porn before, even strolled around the internet for it. She liked it, but it never made her aggressive in bed before.

I was trying to follow her steps, but the site blocked me from going any further, since she had already logged on. I decided to create my own account and try to follow her at the site, just to see what she was up to on the site. Since I knew her username, I used the site’s member search.

Her name popped up with “Live Now!” next to her user name. I clicked her user name and just about fell out of my chair when I got to the next screen. My wife was sitting in our computer chair, on our webcam, looking at the screen and typing something. The catch to this was that she was wearing a pink see-through bra with her nipples looking like diamond cutters, a very skimpy pink panty and pink thigh high stockings with platform heels.
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Wife and the Poolboys

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

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

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

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

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

We were on our way to the beach. It was a beautiful day and I was so excited! My husband and I needed to relax, he has been working so hard lately! My poor husband. We’ve been married only six months and it seems he’s had to work night and day since then. I love him, but I miss him. Especially I miss him at night! And especially since we’re trying to get pregnant. It seems like we’ve only had sex a couple of times since we got married. And since I had saved myself for him, that’s all I’ve had in my life. But his work is important to him. He’s the head maintenance man and the local college and since it’s an old place it needs him too.

But today was his day off, even though there was a big basketball game at school. I know he was nervous about not being there, but like I said we both needed it.

We were getting close to the beach and still the traffic was moving. My husband, naughty guy, suggested I change into my suit in the car so we could swim when we got there. Well, I wasn’t going to take the chance of someone seeing me naked! Fortunately, I had worn my bikini under my clothes, so I didn’t have to disappoint him totally. First I took of my blouse, revealing the little bit of fabric that held up my breasts (not that they needed much holding up). I bought the bikini on our honeymoon and wanted to surprise him today. Boy was he surprised! Then I lifted my butt from the seat and shimmied out of my shorts, revealing my equally minimal bikini bottom. “Do you think you should wear that in public?’ he asked. “Silly, it’s the beach. Everyone will have something like this if not less,” I told him. I was hoping that I was right, ’cause I was kind of nervous myself about it.

Then it happened. His beeper, his cursed beeper, had to go off. God I hated that thing. “Oh god honey, I’m sorry” he said. “The page says there’s an emergency in the gym and they need me.” I didn’t argue, because it’s not my place and because I knew it wouldn’t do any good. So he turned the car around and headed for the college.

When we got to the gym, he took my hand and brought me inside. “I don’t want any of these college guys seeing you like this!” he said. I’m only 22 so I still look like I belong in college, but I knew what he meant. Of course I loved my husband and wouldn’t give a second thought to some college geek who tried to hit on me. So inside we went. When we got inside, one of his men was waiting for him. It took him a minute to explain what was going on because he kept stopping and staring at me. I guess my bikini wasn’t meant for this place! Anyway, he explained to my husband that there was a steam leak in the hot water heater in the visitors’ locker room and the visiting team couldn’t get enough hot water to shower. We were standing outside the visitors room and I could hear the guys yelling and complaining. “Wait here,” my husband told me. “I’ll be right back.” And in he went with the guy who met us at the door.

“C’mon honkey, I need a shower!” I heard someone yell when they entered. That wasn’t nice language, I thought to myself. What must the white guys on his team think of him, I wondered.

I was waiting only a short time when I distinctly heard my husband yell as if he were hurt. Without thinking, I ran into the locker room, and that’s when everything changed. Standing in front of me were more black men than I could count, most of them stark naked! I couldn’t believe the size of their penises! I mean I assumed my husband was an average size, since his was the only one I’d seen. But so many so big! I stood, mesmerized. Then I heard a hissing sound, and it shook me from my hypnosis. “Honey, are you alright? I called.

“Yes, I’m fine. I cut myself on a pipe, but I’ll be OK. I need to get this leak stopped,” he replied. Slowly, the room was filling with steam. The vision in front of me was awesome. Men and men and men, all black, all naked, and all with huge (should I say it?) – dicks – staring at me as I stared back. And then it started to happen. The ones closest to me, they were all I could see by then, started to get excited! I watched as one black dick after another began to harden and rise. Oh My! I couldn’t believe how much there was. These were giant men and had giant (oh my god) – cocks! And still the room filled with steam until it was getting hard to see anything. I was a little disappointed because I sure was enjoying the show!
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Tricked Into Wife Swapping

My name is Ellen, I am 32, 5′ 8″ 115 lbs. My husband’s name is Jimmy, he has been working as a salesman in a small company for five years. His Boss, Richard, likes Jimmy the best of all the salesmen and drops hints to him that he may be promoted to sales manager if the planned expansion goes through.

Richard is a few years older than us fit, and handsome. After a Friday’s sales meeting, he took the salesmen out for a few drinks to celebrate Jimmy winning a mayor account. After a few hours and numerous rounds, all of the guys went home except Jimmy and the boss. Richard confided in Jimmy about a vacation he and his wife spent in Aruba, he told my husband that they met another couple became friends and after a few days, ended up having sex with them. Richard said he and his wife had talked about flashing, and swapping before, but never seriously thought anything would happen.

Jimmy told me the whole story how Richard confided in him and that Richard asked if we had ever discussed it. My husband told him his fantasies were similar and we talked about once in a while. Although I wanted my husband to be friendly with his boss, I wasn’t comfortable him sharing our pillow talk with anyone.

Over the next few weeks, Because of Richard’s story, Jimmy’s interest was revived about me flirting with someone and let me know how excited he would be if we actually did some of the things we had fantasized about.

A few days later, Jimmy had just picked me up from work, I was wearing my usual work clothes, a dress and heels. He brought up flashing again and finally convinced me to try flashing my panties to a truck driver. It was scary and exciting, but I agreed to try it. We got on the interstate, and saw a truck ahead, Jimmy told me get ready, I slowly pulled up my dress, Jimmy said to slide down in the seat, and coaxed me to part my legs so the trucker could to see my panties. I closed my eyes as Jimmy pulled along side the truck, Jimmy said he saw me right away and was surprised, Jimmy paced him, I was too embarrassed to look then we sped up the road. Jimmy was excited and convinced me to do it again, only this time I had to make eye contact with the trucker. Only minutes later, my face still flushed, we pulled next to another truck. With Jimmy’s coaxing, I smiled real sexy at the trucker, then parted my legs, showing him my panties. Being scared, embarrassed and nervous was more fun than I thought.

We were excited, Jimmy especially, and talked about it each time we had sex over the following days. Jimmy was ready to try something new and asked me about going to a shoe store somewhere out of town, dressed in a short skirt, wearing nylons and sheer panties. It was exciting talking about that too. I didn’t say anything to him then, but I thought I would be too embarrassed to do it in a public place.

The next week Richard, Jimmy’s boss, announced a company paid vacation in Aruba for the top winner in each department. Jimmy worked hard, and he was the winner for the sales dept.

One month later we were in Aruba. The boss, his pretty wife and all the other winners and their spouses. Richard, the boss, spent time with everyone there and asked us if we would join he and his wife for scuba diving the next day. We accepted, and had a scuba lesson that afternoon, so we would be prepared for them in the morning. We all had a great time. During that day, Richard took Jimmy aside and told him his wife was very taken with my husband. She hinted to Richard about getting to know Jimmy better. He said don’t worry Jimmy, I am not the real jealous type. He liked his wife discretely flirting with other men. It excited him and allowed him to flirt with other women. We had a great day, even though about what Richard had said.
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Lynn Buys New Shoes Without Panties On

My husband is a bastard. And I love him. He calls me a bitch. And he loves me. Our marriage and our sex are both perfect. We often make bets on football and basketball games. Not for money — but for sex. Sometimes I win and sometimes I lose. When I win, I make the bastard pay. Last week I teased and tormented him an entire evening before I finally let him jack off to relieve the pain in his balls. But, this week, he won the bet. That bastard made me wear a thigh high miniskirt and a revealing blouse without bra and panties and make a trip to the mall.

I put it on I thought my legs still looked pretty damn good for a twenty seven year old broad but, shit, when I bend over even a little bit people are going to see my ass and that hairy pussy between my thighs. That skirt was short!

I was as uncomfortable as hell walking through the mall with all those guys staring at me, and hoping we would not meet someone we knew. As much as I would have denied it, this new outfit excited me. But, I would never admit it to that bastard who walked along beside me. I thought I had paid off my bet by letting him watch the guys we passed leer at my legs and bouncing boobs, but I was wrong.

“Let’s stop here,” said Bob, as we stopped in front of a shoe store. “Baby I want you to pick out some spike heels. Any kind you want.”



We walked into the store and Bob sat down in a chair near the back. I looked around the shoe store and saw that we were the only customers. As I stood looking at the shoes, a young man came up.

“May I help you?”

There was no one else around. Shit! The bastard had planned this! There was more to this bet than walking around the mall. I realized that in that thigh high mini that shoe salesman was going to get a good look at my thighs — maybe more. I turned to look at Bob, and saw him sitting there with a grin on his face watching me.

“Do you see something you like?” one young man asked.

I pointed to an attractive shoe on display. It looked like my size. “I would like to try these on and see other shoes like these.” I was nervous, but a bet is a bet.
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Lisa Visits a Porn Theater

Lisa and I had been married about 5 years when things changed in such an amazing way. As with many couples who’ve been together for a bit, our sex life was fine, but lacked much in the way of excitement. We had experimented with toys and told each other some fantasies along the way, but nothing really came of the fantasy thing.

Lisa is what most these days would call a Big Beautiful Woman (BBW), though if you asked, she’d tell you she hates that term. I think she’s beautiful and very sexy; she’s curvy with long dark hair, a darker complexion, and hazel eyes that seem to go on forever. She’s got nice, big D-cup breasts and a sexy ass.

Since we’d been dating, Lisa knew about my fantasy to see her with another man. She’d put it off as something that shouldn’t happen, and was offended when I’d brought it up, because if I loved her, I wouldn’t want to share her. So, after some time of trying to convince her, I dropped it.

At some point during our fifth year together, we started up again on the fantasy. Lisa sat me down one day and said she needed to talk, and sounded all serious. She confessed to me that she’d been checking out dating sites and had of late been thinking about sex with other men.

She was afraid I would throw her out… I took her face in my hands and kissed her, thanking her for telling me. I then placed her hand on my cock which was hard as hell. After that we fucked like rabbits with me getting her to suck on my cock while I fucked her with a dildo, asking her to name ‘him’.

This went on for awhile, and one night she’d gone to a party while I had to work.

Lisa called me and asked me to pick her up, and I did… she looked hot — tight skirt, low-cut top, she was drunk and very amorous.

I met her outside the house and she got into the car.

“Hi honey”, I said. She cut me off, leaning over and giving me an incredible wet kiss.

She pulled back and said “Mike, I’m really fucking horny tonight”. She paused, almost studying me. “I want to go to the porno theatre”.
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The Wimp and The Sexy Wife

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My wife Kate and I finally arrived at our hotel in Cyprus, we had been waiting for this holiday for so long. The hotel was perfect, the room was very spacious with an open plan dining/kitchen room, and the bedroom had a double bed with an adjoining balcony. The balcony overlooked the pool area with a nice view. As it was early September there were no kids around, just a few couples of various ages. And the temperature was still very hot.

I sat on the balcony smoking a cigarette enjoying the sunshine when my beautiful wife came out to join me, I watched her light her cigarette and exhale a thick plume of smoke from her soft lips, my wife looked gorgeous, her petite frame standing 5″3 tall, only weighing 112lbs. I admired her beauty as she sucked on her cigarette, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders. She was ready for the pool wearing her new skimpy swim-suit. A sexy light blue bikini top which was struggling to contain her delicious 32C bust, and a matching thong, showing off her toned bum cheeks. Kate pulled on a white see-through dress and crushed out her cigarette.

“Come on then, let’s catch the last of the sun” she said.

My wife Kate is 30, me, Paul am 32. We have been married 5yrs and met through working as insurance brokers. We don’t have any kids and try to live to the fullest.

We found a nice spot at the corner of the pool not too far from the pool bar. I noticed four other couples spread across the sides of the pool, much to my delight two of the four women were topless enjoying the peace and quiet. As I got comfortable on my lounger Kate turned a few of the guys’ heads as she unclasped her bikini top, releasing her firm milky white breasts to the hot sun. No sooner had I finished rubbing lotion into my wife’s back a skinny looking bar tender approached us.

“Hello, I am Nikko the pool bar manager, would you like something to drink?”

“I’ll have a beer please, Kate?”

As I looked at my wife I was shocked to see her squirt the lotion straight onto her tits right in front of this lad.

As Kate looked up at Nikko she began to innocently rub the white, creamy liquid into her chest.

“Ice water for me thank you”

Nikko walked back towards the bar grinning ear to ear.

“Bloody hell Kate! You nearly made the lad cum in his pants” I laughed.
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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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Wife Goes Back To School

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Um huh”

“Yeah, I noticed you a few times.”

“Alright?” I responded uncertainly.

“Mind if I set down?”

“No, go ahead.” I said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Her reply shocked me but worse was to come.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Prim and proper Heather Stewart believing in monogamous marriage had always politely smiled and flashed her diamond ring and wedding band to show that she was off the market whenever men hit on her until a female classmate in her evening college course mentioning Penthouse Letters magazine made her curious enough to buy the current issue. Claims of unparalleled sexual gratification with inconceivably well-endowed black men in the Second Anniversary Issue of Slut Wives astounded Heather. The combined influences of white wives interracial extramarital affairs in consecutive issues of Penthouse Letters and an article in a subsequent issue of Cosmopolitan about gratifying unmet sensual needs resulted in Heather buying a life-like black dildo and interracial triple-X videotapes. Meanwhile over those several weeks the inner turmoil gradually diminished between monogamous morality and increasingly resorting to interracially oriented private pleasures. In addition Heather became an avid crotch watcher and increasingly receptive to well-hung black men hitting on her.

One black guy in the sociology class she was attending at night contradictory unnerved and intrigued her. Having seen other guys get shot down in flames when trying to date her, Derrick sat back and contemplated other options to getting her to go black. Playing it calm and cool, Derrick merely smiled and nodded each time in passing, then courteously and casually adding a mere “Hi!” or “How are you tonight?” Heather being 29, 5’5″ with 35D-22-33 measurements and married made conquest of the lovely beauty all the more challenging.

Derrick’s devious, patient strategy worked like a charm. Maintaining a cool facade with the beauty in a couple of discussion groups allowed him to later chat with her before and at times after class ended. Heather regularly left with Joan, another gal in the class. Disguising his devious intentions to seduce the lovely married woman Derrick offered to escort them to the parking lot for their safety.

The younger of the two was an attractive 24-year-old single gal graduating with her degree at the end of the semester. Although Derrick had the older married beauty as his target, he decided the best means to his desired end would be to first seduce the younger gal. After discreetly becoming Derrick’s black cock slut Joan was easily convinced to make sure Heather Stewart attended her graduation party.

Knowing Joan wanted her to have a good time at her graduation party Heather felt sure her self-absorbed husband would not remember being told a party followed the last night of class. While in college, Heather had gone to a couple parties over ten years ago. She could still recall the endless flow of beer and even some joints being passed around. Wondering if she was now too old and too married to party hearty, Heather resignedly told herself ‘you are no longer a young college gal out for fun! You’re going to soon be thirty years old and supposed to act like a happily married woman!’
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