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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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Hot Wife Slut For A Day

The company I work for got a contract to do some work at an Army base in another state. I was chosen as the person to go and give computer training to a company of troops. The training was 2 weeks, and I was the only one going.

I went home and told my wife that I’d be gone for 2 weeks, and she was a little miffed. She had to work, so she couldn’t go, but she finally got over it and helped me pack. That night and the next day we fucked like rabbits, to make up for lost time in advance. She really loves sex. Teresa is 5’7″ and weighs about 110. She works out at least once a day, and keeps her long light brown hair absolutely perfect. Her tits are small, (b-cup), but her nipples are great. They stick out when she’s not horny, but when she is, MAN! Her ass makes up for the small tits, and she knows it. She loves wearing short skirts, and bending over in public, to see who is looking. Usually everyone is!

On Sunday, I packed the car, and kissed her goodbye. A quick feel of her butt reminded me that 2 weeks was going to be a long time. I got in the car and began the long drive.

The training was kind of light duty, as I lectured for half the day, and we had open lab in the afternoon. I got to get to know some of the students that way. There were a couple of females, but it was mostly guys. The first Friday, Carl, the barracks Sergeant of the guy’s barracks, asked me to come over and party with the guys.

The barracks had a recreation room. It was a large room with a ping-pong table and a pool table. In the corner was a small refrigerator, a small sink, and a coffee pot. These guys drank a lot of coffee, I had noticed. Off the main room was a smaller room, with a TV, a couple of couches, and coffee tables. We drank beer and played pool until it was pretty late, and I had to go to my motel room. All-in-all, I had a great time, just a bunch of us guys being guys.

The next day, I called Teresa and told her about it. She asked if there were any women there. I said no, and she asked me why not. I was kind of stunned for a minute.

“You’d think there would be women lined up to get in there,” she said.

I thought for a minute, and finally had to agree. I changed the subject, and let it drop, but every time I called for the next several days she would mention it. She was obviously getting horny being all alone.

On Wednesday when I called she finally blurted it out. “I’m sitting here so horny I could fuck a doorknob, and you’ve got a whole barracks full of guys with no pussy,” she said.

“What do you want to do, come over and fuck all of them,” I asked in a teasing way. I hoped she said yes.

“I’d love to,” was her reply. Her voice was husky, and I could tell she was really horny.
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Seduced into Sin

Lori Callan stood and examined herself in the full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom door. Just 20 years old, Lori was proud of her body. The oval shape of her face was a perfect frame for her large, hazel eyes and full sensual lips. Her skin was smooth and seemed to blend in perfectly with the long golden strands of her hair. The shoulder length straight style suited her, as her neck was long and slim, tapering down to feminine shoulders that were not quite broad enough for the ample proportions of her breasts. The rounded twin mounds stood off her chest like two ripe overgrown peaches, the deep valley between them dark and inviting. Though large, her breasts were youthfully firm and required no support to stand straight out, pointed and proud, and perfect. Her waist was narrow and her belly flat, the smooth flesh topped by the lightest down below her navel which pointed like an arrow to the curving mound up between her inner thighs. She looked sensual, yet innocent as a lamb.

The truth was that she was almost as innocent as a lamb because her full sexual potential had not yet been tapped by anyone, least of all her husband Charlie.

She had met her husband Charlie when she was a 15 year old sophomore in high school and he was a senior. They had continued dating for five years until Charlie had graduated from engineering school at State U and had then married.

Though they had both been born and raised in Chicago, they agreed that they wanted to start their new life in a small town. When Erickson Engineering in the town of Springvale had advertised an engineering position Charlie had interviewed and been accepted for the job.

Both he and Lori were so excited they could hardly wait and when they had found the beautiful old house for sale on Elm Street everything had seemed just perfect.

But in fact, everything was not perfect. As low man on the totem pole, Charlie was being given all the shit jobs that nobody else wanted and as a result he was working 14 hour days six days a week to keep up. By the time he came home at night he was so exhausted he often went straight to bed without even eating.

When she thought about it she realized the she and Charlie has only made love eight times in the three months they had been married and she could feel the frustration and need building in her body. Though raised in a strict church-going environment and still a virgin when she married she had quickly learned to enjoy the feel of Charlie’s cock as he introduced her to the pleasures of sex and now after such a short time it seemed to be gone.

And then one day things changed forever.

Lori was taking the trash can out to the curb for pickup, her mind a thousand miles away as she thought about her situation, when she walked straight into the woman who lived next door.

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” Lori stammered. “I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

“That’s OK,” Linda Sampson answered. “My name’s Linda. I guess we’re neighbors and it’s high time we met.”

“Lori Callan,” Lori said as she held out her hand.

“Nice to meet you, Lori. Would you like to come over to the house for a cup of coffee?”

“I’d love to,” said Lori. “I haven’t met anyone from the neighborhood yet and maybe you can tell me about the area.”

“Sure,” said Linda. “Come on, let’s go.”

The two women sat in Linda’s kitchen, chatting and drinking coffee. Then Lori looked up to see a handsome stranger standing in the doorway looking at them.

Linda looked up and said, “Hi sweetheart. This is our new neighbor Lori Callan. Lori, this is my husband Art. He’s a financial adviser and works a lot from home. It’s good to have him handy whenever my urges kick in.”
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Swimming Lessons

My name is Karla and I’m thirty years old and in my second marriage. My new husband David is purchasing a larger sailboat. We intend to do some cruising and he has a lot of free time and we would perhaps go on some lengthy trips.

I had never learned to swim and at my age found myself enrolled in swimming lessons. I’m fine with boats just never learned to swim. The idea is for me to learn at least enough to save myself and the fact I love water helps make it interesting for me.

I was going three times per week to the club where David had a membership that offered afternoon classes and it was sort of nice that most of the people there were ladies. They were almost all much older then me but I knew a lot of them from the various clubs so I was comfortable.

I had bought a couple of semi bikini two piece bathing suits. I modelled them in front of the mirror when I got home and didn’t really care for what first hit my eyes. I have long black hair past my shoulders and of course I have the same below and just a little too much of it was poking out around the edges of that narrow strip style of bottom.

I decided to take care of that right away as my lessons started the next day. I went in the shower and let the water run on me as I soaped my tummy and pubic area until the jet black hair was laying down and almost looked like ringlets. I got a good lather with some soft lotion soap that would be easy on my skin.

I took the razor that I use under my arms, clicked a new blade in it and started around the outer edges. I trimmed from the outside in until it was smooth and there was only a strip left. I shaved between my legs all the way along and worked at getting it even. I was left with a trimmed strip that barely even covered the centre part of my private area.

I turned on the water and used the hand held to flush the bits of hair down the drain and then turned the warm spray on me and rinsed myself. I was a bit tender with slight razor burns. My skin is quite soft so I rubbed the area a bit with a skin lotion and it felt better and I rinsed and used my hand to comb it. The shaving and the touching and looking at myself down there in the mirror got to be a bit erotic.

I found myself going to the lotion soap and lathering the area again. I slid my finger between my legs opening the lips gently so I could rub inside my sensitive slit. The warm water sprayed over my body as I lay back and gently moved my finger until the wicked sexy sensation started. I used two fingers with one on each side of the sensitive little hard spot just touching it gently. When I inserted my middle finger between the soft folds I was again reminded how I was still small and tight there almost like when I was young.
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Hot Wife Sucks Off The Team

One night, when my wife Peggy and I were making out and she had my cock in her hand and I played with her clit, she asked me about my buddies, the guys I played basketball with. They always make a big deal about her breasts whenever she comes to the games, or goes out with us afterward for beers. They tease her unmercifully.

“Do they act like that with every girl?” she asked, trying not to be too curious.

“No,” I said. “They just go nuts over your boobs. They’re always asking what they’re like and stuff.”

“Really?” she said, her hand quickening on my cock.

“Why?” I asked.

She blushed and hid her face against my chest. “I have this fantasy sometimes …”

“Tell me.”

“I go to the game and then afterwards, you guys take me someplace and I get drunk and you make me strip in front of your friends …and they masturbate while they look at my breasts.”

The thought of her flashing those fabulous jugs in front of my buddies did give me kind of thrill. I knew the guys would go nuts if something like that happened. And the more I thought about it, the more it turned me on. I knew it would give her a thrill to show off her tits like that and I’d been bragging for a long time how great they were to my buddies. Hmmm.

About a week later, we had another game at the park and we won by a couple of points. Afterward, since it was Al’s birthday, we went to his house to celebrate. Peggy went with us, of course and Al made a pitcher of “Zombies” for everybody. It wasn’t long before we were all feeling pretty good, especially Peggy, who never drinks much. Somehow she had managed to down two of those damn things and was fairly plastered. You can always tell when my wife is drunk, she gets this “fuck me” look in her eyes that drives guys nuts.

We were still wearing our shorts and t-shirts which by now we’re pretty rank so we ditched the shirts. As the evening wore on, somebody, Al, I think wanted a picture of the team wearing just their jockstraps. He wanted to put it on his internet site. We all laughed about it, and then decided to do it. With Peggy watching we dumped out shorts and stood there in jock-straps while she took our picture out by Al’s pool. After she took the pictures everybody dived into the water and we cooled off for awhile. When we went back into the house to watch ESPN, none of us wanted to put our sweaty shorts back on over our wet jocks, so we just walked around with our asses hanging out. Peggy kidded us about it, but it was clear she was a little embarrassed and a little turned on.

Later, I was talking to Al and I asked him what he wanted for his birthday, since I hadn’t brought anything with me.

“Look, buddy, just between us, and no offense, but what I would like is a good look at your wife’s tits.”

We laughed, but when I looked across the room at my wife I felt a pulsing between my legs.

I took Peggy into the kitchen and started making out with her. I had my hand underneath her blouse, playing with her boobs through her bra, working my thumb inside the D cups that held her twin 38’s so I could tease her nipples.

“Those guys would die if they could see these babies …see big they are, how thick your nipples are …they’d get instant hard-ons.”

She groaned at the thought I put in her head. “I’d like to see their dicks all big and hard …” she whispered. “Shake my tits in front of them so they wanna jack off.”

She arched her back and pushed her tits in my face and moaned.

“Listen, uh …Al told me what he wants for his birthday.”

She rubbed my hard cock through my jock. “What …”

“He wants to see your tits …”

Peggy smiled, thinking he was joking. “Oooh, how naughty, bring him in, I’ll suck his cock.”
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Hot Wife Orgy

I’m a shy, introvert, smaller-than-average endowed husband with a beautiful, extrovert, larger-than-average busted wife. We had fantasized for years about bringing other people into our sex life before we actually took the plunge. We decided that we would attend a swingers club in a neighboring town that a friend of Shelley’s had told her about.

When we arrived at the club, the host introduced himself as Leo, a Latin looking guy wearing shorts and a muscle shirt. Leo immediately ignored me and, grabbing Cynthia by the arm, gave her the grand tour of the premises while I followed along behind. We walked down a corridor to a door marked “Gang-Bang Room”. The floor was upholstered and looked like one large mattress. There were also several raised benches, a circular bench in the center and mirrors on the ceiling.

“Every Friday night is gang-bang night”, said Leo. “We allow single guys in and they, along with several of our male staff, show a lucky gal the time of her life.”

“We’re more interested in swinging with another couple” I said. Leo shrugged and we went back into the corridor.

He then showed us through another door with a large sign on it that read “Hot Wife Room”. The room had gray stone walls, high ceilings, and a large round red cushioned bench centered between two large mirrors. There were doors on each side of the mirrors but he did not offer to show us what was behind them.

He explained that we were in luck that since it was Saturday, it was “Hot Wife Night” and looking at Cynthia he said that he hoped to see us later. He then pointed us to the locker room and told us to shower and put on the robes that we would find in each locker.

Cynthia looked at me and asked if I was sure that I wanted to go through with this. I responded that I would if she would and gave her a quick kiss. With that she went into the Ladies locker room and I went into the Men’s.

As I entered the warm room, I saw that it was empty except for a small naked man with what appeared to be a small cage over his very small penis. He announced in a nasal voice that he was the attendant. He showed me to the last aisle where I undressed and stowed my clothes in the far locker.

The attendant said he was just going for the robes and towels and walked out. With the towel on its way I streaked to the showers. I was so relieved that there were individual showers instead of one long wall of showerheads like there was in high school. I always skipped gym class so that the other guys wouldn’t see my 4″ boy-dick. I was so relieved, in fact, that I forgot to wait for a towel and just jumped in the shower. As I was rinsing off the soap I heard voices in the locker area. After I shut the water off, I stuck my head out of the stall and looked frantically for something to cover up with. Damn it, I thought, that little bastard forgot to bring the towel. This is crazy, I thought, high school is long past and after all, I am in a swing club. I took a deep breath and started toward the doorway. Unlike the guys in school who always sauntered around the locker room with their big cocks a-swinging, my flaccid little willie just stuck out and bounced slightly as I walked.
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Oh Holy Hot Tub

We had arrived in my husband’s home town. It was really a small village with a main street that looks like it came right out of a painting. The town was decorated for Christmas; all the lamp poles had colored lights running up and down them. A fresh carpet of snow blanketed the town; this place could really get you in the Christmas mood.

There were so many of his family members in town there was no room for us at his parents house so Don had already made reservation at a nice local hotel. This was fine with me as I didn’t really know any of his relatives very well. Don and I lived in New York and only had seen his family once or twice since the wedding.

We checked in and the first thing Don did was asked about the pool. He loved to swim and the hot tub sounded good to me after the drive we had just endured. After dropping off our luggage at our room and changing into our swimming suit we headed down the pool room.

When we arrived we found that we had the pool all to ourselves. Don jumped in the pool right away, I just grinned at him. He was a very nice guy and had a great job and education. He was well built and always had been good to me. He swam to the end of the pool and started another lap.

I put down my stuff and started the hot tub timer. I slowly lowed myself into the hot bubbling water, the jets felt good and in no time a heavy foam was forming all over the surface of the water. It felt like heaven, my legs hurt, my shoulders hurt, and my whole body ached. I was just starting to relax when a whole family of black people burst into the pool room. There had to be at least two families’ that entered together. A handful of kids jumped into the pool and the adults went to the far end to sit down their things.

I was annoyed at first but then I remembered it was almost Christmas and that a lot of people traveled on the holidays. The adults headed right to the hot tub. There were two older women maybe fifty or so and a man their same age. One of the men was much older and they all climbed into the water together.

I was just about to get out and find another place to relax when the older man smiled at me and said that his name was Zeck. He stuck out his hand and I took it with a shy grin. They all settled in on the other side of the hot tub from me and once again I started to relax. I found the sounds of their voices kind of soothing. I leaned back and was just about to close my eyes when Don came running into the hot tub. The other people in the hot tub had to shift to let him sit down next to me. This pushed the other older black man over to my other side.

“The waters great honey, you need to try it.” He said.

“I think I’m going to try it.” One of the ladies added and three of them left towards the pool. This left only the older black man, Don and I sitting in the hot tub. I noticed that the older black man didn’t move away from me when the others had left. There was now plenty of room on the other side of the hot tub. I found this rather odd, but I said nothing.

Don started a conversation up with him right away. They started talking about sports and I quickly became bored. Zeck move even closer to me while he was talking to my husband, I felt his leg up against mine. I was shocked at first at the unwelcome contact but I guessed that it was innocent enough. I closed my eyes for the first time and that’s when I felt it. The older mans hand had come to rest next to my leg just above my knee. I opened my eyes and looked over at him; he didn’t stop talking to my husband so I decided that he didn’t realize he was touching me. When I looked at him he quickly moved his hand away. Don must not have noticed anything because he just kept talking about football.

I lay back again and within seconds I felt his hand again. This time however his hand was on my leg it was higher up on my thigh and I had to fight not to jump up. I looked at him and again he seemed not to notice me at all. His hand moved away again and he never stopped talking to Don. I laid back my head again. I found my heart racing as I wondered if he was going to put his hand back on my leg. It only took a second before I felt his large hands on my leg. This time however his hand didn’t stay in one spot. I felt him moving his hand up my leg a few inches from my soft inner thigh.

I knew that I should jump up and slap the guy. He was now running his hand up my leg and I could fill his fingers making small circles on my inner thigh. I knew that I could scream out and stop this right now. Then I remember all the other people in the pool and my husband just a few inches away. I just kept quiet; I didn’t want to make a scene. I found myself wondering how far this older black man would go with my husband sitting right here. His hand felt kind of good and it sure had gotten my blood up.
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Jill Becomes a Hot Wife

My name is Randy, my wife is Jill. This story is how we made our lives exciting and probably saved our marriage. We had been married almost 8 yrs now and our sex life was dull at best. Jill was not very open about sex and sometimes she even acted as if it were dirty and disgusting. When I tried to talk about it and give her ideas, to get her to open up a bit, she would get mad and accuse me of not loving her the way she was.

One day she was shopping at the mall and she saw a young woman being followed be several young men. She noticed that every now and then, the girl would stop and bend over or raise a leg or stretch across something. When she did this it would expose the slit between her legs.

My wife, being just a little naive, confronted the young lady and said, “every time you bend over, your female parts are being exposed to all.” The young girl replied, “That is the whole idea.”

Jill was astonished and asked, “What do you mean, you are doing that on purpose.”

The girl responded, “It makes me hot to know other men are looking at me.”

Jill just stood there for a few minutes and thought about it. At first she thought, how can anyone be turned on by something like that? But as she was thinking about it she felt her pussy starting to get wet as it started to throb. Not something she was familiar with.

Now Jill was a very attractive woman in her mid thirties. She was tall with very long legs. Her breasts were large and shapely. Her only problem was she was so conservative about her body. Even though she kept her body hidden she still turned a lot of heads.

Jill started following this girl around the mall and watched. The more she watched the hotter she became. She found herself getting so worked up watching the young men watched the girl expose herself, that she had to leave and go home.

Luckily for me I was home when she arrived. She had hardly set her purse down when she said, “I want you to fuck me right now” and she headed to the bedroom. She did not have to ask me twice, although I did think it was a bit out of character for her. But I was not going to complain. I walked into the bedroom and she was already naked as she grabbed me by the belt and pulled me to the bed. She undid my pants and threw them to the floor. She grabbed my hard cock, with eager force, and shoved it in her mouth.

I could not believe how she was acting, but I liked it, it was so exciting I could not hold back as I exploded into her mouth. She sucked every last drop from my cock, which was a first for her, she always said it was gross and would make her vomit.

She then grabbed my head and shoved it between her legs and began fucking my face with her wet pussy. I had never seen her so wet. Within a few minutes of my tongue licking up and down her dripping wet slit, she shot her sweet juices into my waiting mouth.
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Cute Wife Gets It

I have to share this experience. I have always been turned on by the idea of wife sharing. My wife is very cute and small, and for some reason I am turned on when men give her that look. We expected these thoughts and ideas to remain fantasy.

Tabbi was asked to dance once at a bachelor party. She of course refused, but I think it flattered her. She certainly made me hard when she told me about the proposal. We have teased with the idea since, but she always said that she could not do anything like that.

Older men around the yacht club are always flirting with her. She dismisses this as cute and flattering. They are always polite and respectful as they shoot compliments at her. She thinks they are only only being nice. This is true, but she does not know about a particular serious offer from one older gentleman in his early sixties. He offered a nice sum if she would simply spend a little time on his boat and entertain him privately. He only wanted her parading around in a swimsuit for a little while. I wanted her to do it for free, but I did not expect her to do it. She was always too modest publicly.

She is thirty years old, five feet, and 101 pounds. Therefore, everyone thinks she is even younger. Her bottom has a great shape that anyone can’t help but to notice. She keeps her toes perfectly painted and her pussy almost completely shaved during the summer. This makes swimsuits say you need to fuck me.

Other than a little fantasy about what if she had danced at the bachelor party, I always assumed that she would never go through with anything sexual outside of our marriage except maybe a little teasing. She has teased a little when she was in the mood, but I never say any indications that she would ever do anything more

She enjoys posing for me to take sexy pictures. These were usually tasteful nudes and never pornographic. We finally decided to have a professional photographer do a shoot with her in our home. I was a little surprised but extremely excited about someone seeing her completely nude. I was hoping that she did not get too shy and not totally get nude for these pictures.

They took several pictures with her half covered before she warmed up and uncovered completely. She knew this was turning me on along with the photographer. He kept touching her to pose and position her. It soon became obvious that he was taking advantage of the opportunity to touch her. I was suggesting certain things so he knew that I didn’t mind and that I as turned on by it all.
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Claire and The Bachelor Party

Claire and I were sitting at our Saturday morning breakfast table when I revisited an ongoing conversation that fascinated me, but one in which Claire usually showed very little interest — at least in the light of day.

“You’ve always liked getting felt up, right?”

“You know that. I’ve never hidden it from you. But I’ve also never hidden the fact that I’m going to fuck one man in my life, and you’re him. End of conversation. I’m NOT going to fuck Bobby. He’s nothing but a trophy hunter, and he’s not going to mount me.”

The good news was that Claire was the top trophy at the bank — and would be in virtually any environment she chose to frequent — but Bobby would never get into her pants. She was a classy 5′ 2′ blonde with long hair and a tight body. She played tennis several times a week, and walked or jogged the other days. She had absolutely perfect tits and wore a 32 “C” bra, but didn’really need it because gravity seemed to not notice how much mass she had attached to her chest. Yes, she was definitely a trophy, but she was a committed, one-man woman, and Bobby had no chance with her. Neither did any other guy. Still, I liked to tease her about Bobby — and other guys too. I knew that if anybody had a shot at her, it was Bobby — but, realistically, he had no shot either.

So, I pressed Claire for details on a minor little incident at the bank on Friday. He had succeeded in separating Claire from the other women and used a pretty transparent trick in an effort to get a little tit.

I tried again, cautiously, trying to build on what had happened the day before. “OK,” I said. “When was the last time you got felt up by another man besides me and Bobby.”

“First of all,” she said, “To say that Bobby felt me up is stretching the concept a bit, but for the sake of argument, let’s say he did. That’s it: finis. It’s over. No more tit for Bobby from Claire. Further, if you keep probing, you might hear something you don’t want to here.”

Ignoring her admonition, I tried another tact. “OK, Ms. Claire, how long has it been since another man felt you up?” I expected her to say that it was Dale, her boyfriend before she met me.

But she surprised me by answering, “Well, since you insist on pursuing this line of questioning, I’ll answer you. The last time I got felt up by another man was the night before our wedding. You were at that stupid bachelor party, and I knew the guys planned to get you laid, so I decided it was a good time to have just a little fun myself.”

A bit taken aback, I said, “OK, tell me who felt you up and how it happened.”
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Private Party

I’ve had some memorable experiences at some house parties, but none can really compare to one that happened a few years ago. The lesson is this: don’t be afraid to let the night take you where it will.

A casual friend at work told me that he was having a party at his house that Saturday. It was nothing fancy: just a few dozen friends getting together to have drinks, listen to loud music, perhaps dance a bit, and hang out by his pool.

The offer was made early in the week and sounded good. By the time Friday rolled around, however, I was beat. I thought I’d spend the weekend catching some much-needed Z’s and watching baseball.

But my wife would have none of that. I’d told her about the party earlier on when I’d gotten the invite. Renee said I could sleep in on Saturday morning, but that night I’d better be ready to take her out for some fun.

I could definitely see her side of things, so I sucked it up. I took a quick shower to reinvigorate myself and threw on some fresh clothes. Beginning to catch my second wind, I actually started to look forward to some socializing on the drive over.

Upon arriving, my work friend Ray poured us drinks and introduced us around to some of the other people at the party. As we talked and mingled, Renee and I got separated for awhile. No matter. We’re not the type of couple who needs to cling to each other at a party.

We’d catch each other’s eyes from time to time as we moved in and out of different small groups of people. I’d smile and she’d smile back and wink. After a couple of hours, I felt a tug on my arm. Renee extracted me from a conversation I was having with another couple and pulled me aside.

She was a little bit flushed and obviously tipsy. She explained to me how she’d just been in the kitchen having a conversation with a tall good-looking guy named James. I recognized the name as that of another co-worker. Renee went on to tell me how James had been shamelessly flirting with her and how she’d gotten a little turned on by his suggestive talk. She told me she was ready to go home and have a little “one-on-one” time.
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My Wife Goes A Little Wild

We were away on holiday with friends and on the night in question my wife Chrissie and I had been out on the town sampling the cheap drinks.

We’d had had a little more than we should have had but what the hell, we were on holiday, it was warm and we were feeling frisky, or at least I was, my wife was a little more pissed than me.

I’d been talking dirty to her all night, telling her she had great tits and she should flash them more often, she’d gone out bra-less at my request and her nipples had been stiff all night in the cool sea air, our friends husband Gary also liked my wife’s tits and every chance he got of dancing with her he tried to have a sly grope, he thought I didn’t know this but the thought of Chrissie letting him touch her up was a bit of a turn on.

The sexy talk during the evening had got her hot and she said she was going to go topless in the morning and we could both rub suntan all over her ample boobs and more if we wanted too.

Meanwhile, while we were out, our friends had had an argument and she had gone to bed early leaving Gary drinking alone.

We arrived back at around mid-night and were surprised to find Gary still up, so we said we’d have one for the road.

Gary then got up and put on some soft music which relaxed us all and we sat around talking.

Chrissie went off to visit the rest room, so I told Gary I was going to get Chrissie to give us a bit of a floor show when she returned, well he was really up for that and when Chrissie got back she was still wearing her tight short black skirt, underneath her skirt she was wearing her crimson panties (I’d been rubbing at them all night and they were damp) a white lacy blouse with her ample breasts bare underneath.

As Chrissie came back from getting another drink I asked her to give u a flash of her lovely boobs, she put down her drink, looked around the room to make sure it was just the three of us slowly undid her blouse to expose her beautiful breasts.
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Sloppy Seconds

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

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

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

“Like what?” already knowing the answer.

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

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

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

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

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

I woke with the sun shining through my bedroom window and smiled. My wife, Hayley and I had discussed going to Cobbler’s, our favourite nude beach, that day, but a weather report the night before had said it might rain. It was, however, ‘perfect beach weather’, as they say.

Hayley was already up. I got up too and walked downstairs to the bathroom. Hayley was in there having a shower. I walked in and had a piss, then turned to watch her.

Hayley and I have been married for three years. One of the first things that had attracted me to her was that she was, like me, an exhibitionist (in fact, on the night that I met her in a bar, I had been watching her dancing when I saw that she had let her blouse fall open so that her tits were hanging out). She loved posing for nude photos (some of which I had posted on the net) and when I told her that I liked going to nude beaches, she told me she had never been to one but was keen to see what it was like. She loved it, of course.

Hayley is 32 years old, and while I’m biased, I think she’s gorgeous. She has long, red hair, a wide, sensuous mouth, blue eyes and pale skin dusted with freckles on her face, arms, legs and the top of her chest. She is of slender build, but has large, slightly pendulous breasts with pale pink nipples. Her pussy is naturally covered with a mass of curly red pubes, but she usually has it shaved, especially when she plans on going nude in public, so that her slit can be more easily seen.

Hayley had just finished washing her hair. “Don’t forget to shave,” I said.

“You want to do the honors?” she asked.

“My pleasure,” I said, picking up my razor from beside the washbasin. Hayley stood with one foot on the raised side of the shower, and rubbed a bar of soap over her crotch. I knelt down in front of her. There was about a week’s growth of red stubble on it which I carefully shaved away, pressing my thumb over her slit towards the end of the operations so as not to cut her puffy labia. When she was quite smooth, she rinsed herself off, and I planted a kiss on her cool, wet cunt.

“You want to do me?” I asked. I stepped into the shower beside her. I hadn’t shaved my cock for a while, and there was quite growth of dark hair around the base of it and on my balls. Hayley soaped me up too, jerking my dick a bit to get it hard, which made it easier to shave. After about ten minutes of scraping with the razor, my dick and balls were as smooth as a little boy’s.

We got out of the shower. Hayley dried herself off. She didn’t bother to put on any underwear, but pulled on a short, sleeveless, white cotton dress. The material clung nicely to her tits. I put on a T-shirt and a pair of shorts.

The drive to the beach took about half an hour. We parked the car at the small car park above it, walked along the railing of the sports oval adjoining it, then made our way down the rocky slope that leads to the beach. Emerging out of the undergrowth, we walked along the strip of grass (on which there are invariably a few naked men lying) and reached the beach itself. I was thrilled to see it quite crowded, with a good number of women and a few families.
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Sweet and Innocent Amy

It was “girls night out” and Amy really needed to get out with her friends and let off some steam. Work was driving her nuts and she hadn’t just cut loose and relaxed in months. She dressed pretty casual, but still sexy. She had on her red silk low cut top that really showed off her great 36c tits. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her long blond hair was pulled up into a high ponytail. Her make up was flawless, and her red lipstick perfectly matched her shirt. Although she as just wearing jeans, they were tight and her ass really filled them out. The lace of her black thong just barely showed over the top of her jeans. She put on her wedding ring, diamond earrings that matched, along with a matching diamond solitaire necklace. She wasn’t dressed to thrill, but she couldn’t help but look hot.

“Where are you off to dressed like that?” Her husband Steve asked.

“I’m going to go out with the girls, and blow off a little steam, work’s really sucked lately and I deserve it.” Amy casually replied.

“A little steam, huh? If I didn’t know better I’d say you look like your going out to get laid.” Steve said jokingly.

“Me?… I could never do that.” Amy said shyly.

“I don’t know, look at how you’re dressed, you’re lookin’ pretty hot..”

” Well….I ..Uh” she paused.

“Too bad.. I’d have to give you such a spanking for being such a bad little girl…” He said playfully.

“Mmm…you’d like that wouldn’t you?”

The words rolled off her tongue suggestively. Amy and Steve were very much in love. They had been married for five years, and Amy, although very sexually free at home, was incredibly faithful and quite shy away from her man. They had both fantasized about her having wild nights of sex with strangers, and although she wanted to try it, she was too shy to ever think about making it a reality. Her pussy began to get a little moist just thinking about.

“We’ll just have to see how the night plays out” She said playfully as she let her hand brush up against Steve’s cock.

He kissed her deeply and played with her tits through her shirt. This made her nipples stick out and show through her silky top.

“Now stop it, you wouldn’t want to ruin my make up for the other boys, …now would you.” She purred.

When her friends got to her house, she kissed Steve goodnight and said’ ” I’ll be back shortly after the bar closes.”

He walked her out to the car and they waved to each other as the car drove off. His mind raced with excitement, although, they both knew that she couldn’t do it. Steve just walked back into the house, grabbed a beer, and settled in for the night.
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Drunk Wife Cheating

My name is Tom and I am an Australian guy. And just had to tell you all about the best sexual experience I ever had.

I spent a couple of years living and working in London, sharing a 3 bed apartment with my best friend Jamie and his black friend Mick.

I and Jamie worked together in the same department in a large company, working with several women of all age groups and had a great time working and flirting with the women there same of whom were married.

We’d spend time with them after work in the pub on a Friday night and because we were the only men in the department we would always flirt that little bit more with them once we’d all had a few beers, they certainly seemed to enjoy the attention they got.

Anyway lets bring you to the night in question, it was the departments Christmas party, set in some trendy restaurant in London not to far from where we lived.

The night started slowly but after the meal, and several drinks later everybody was up dancing away on the dance floor. Jamie was dancing slowly with a married woman from the office called Terri. They seemed to be dancing very close and Terri seemed to be enjoying the attention Jamie was showing her. Now Terri is an attractive lady in her 30s married for about 10 years, slightly chubby but all in the right places, big tits about a 36d and a sexy mature butt. Anyway once the song had finished they came back to the table and Terri looked a little flushed, and headed straight for the toilets, I asked Jamie what happened up there on the dance floor and he just said he’d just had a little fill, and told me to dance with her next and try my luck, so once she returned I grabbed her arm and took her to the dance floor, we danced to a slow song and she was certainly getting turned on as she kept squeezing my butt so I kept rubbing my hands over hers and holding her very close to me so as I could see down her blouse and look at her cleavage.

After some more drinks and dancing between the two of us Terri was now flirting with us and grabbing us onto the dance floor, dancing very seductively between the two of us.

The party was almost at a close and I suggested to her, to come back to ours for a night cap as we lived so close. To which she agreed,
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Musical Chairs In The Hot Tub

There were four of us couples that had been friends for a long time. Sometimes only two or three of the couples would get together, if someone had something else they had to do. But mostly, it was the eight of us getting together to have fun. Dancing, picnics at the beach, barbeque, dinner out, just what ever we thought might be fun, and maybe different.

We were all sitting around one evening after a barbeque at Chuck and Christy’s, trying to plan a long weekend some where out of town. We always had a good time together, where ever we went and whatever we did.

Tom spoke up, “I saw an ad for an off season condo rental up at the ski area. Being summer, I guess they’re having trouble renting it out, ’cause the rate was real cheap.”

Tammy chimed in, “Tom showed it to me when he saw it in the paper. We thought maybe we could all chip in and go for the upcoming holiday weekend.”

John asked, “What do you mean by cheap? Our budget is pretty badly bent!”

Tom replied, “It sounds like an unusual layout. It has a big great room with four double sized futon beds and a fireplace. Not that we would want a fire in this nice weather. It has a kitchen with an eating area, and two bathrooms. There’s a deck with a gas grill, and a huge HOT TUB!”

Tammy added, “When we called to ask about it, they said it was fully furnished with dishes and linens. That all we would need to bring would be clothes, food, and whatever we wanted to drink. Oh, and that they would have the hot tub full and hot! Anyone interested?”

Janice asked, “Like John said, we’re pretty broke. How much do they want for the three day weekend?”

Tom answered, “We can have it from Friday night thru the three day weekend, and up until Tuesday morning for $400.00. That’s only a hundred bucks a couple for the whole weekend!”

Willie and Wanda had just been sitting and listening to the conversation.

Wanda spoke up, “If the sleeping accommodations are just the four big futons, its not going to give anyone much privacy.”

Willie added, “You all know how shy Wanda is.”

Chuck quickly said, “Maybe this would help her get over being Little Miss Shy!”

That bought some laughs, snickers, and chuckles from everyone except Wanda.

In her defense Wanda said, “But I’m not built sexy like you other girls are.”

Willie pitched in, “Honey, you may not be as well built as some of the others, but you are a better kisser and a better —”

Wanda cut him off, “Willie, you just Shush!”
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Chloes First Black Dick

This is the story of the first time my wife Chloe was fucked by a black man. Unfortunately, I did not get to witness her first time other than in my imagination. This all happened when she was about 25 years old, and we had only been married for a year. My wife is now 37, 5’5″, 140 lbs., nice big titties with big, pink nipples, blonde hair, brown eyes, and lightly-freckled, pale white skin. I’ve watched her take many black dicks over the years, but there is something about this story that really gets me off. She sometimes will tell me this story while we’re fucking… it is guaranteed to get me off every time. She normally cums all over my dick while telling it, too.

Here is how she tells the story of taking her first black dick:

I was in Atlanta for a conference related to my job. We had several workshops, and in one of them I met Harold. He was 6’8″ of big, muscular, bald headed man with smooth, dark, black skin.

After the workshop, we all were just hanging out in the hotel. I’d noticed Harold eyeing my big tits all day, and when he came into the bar of the hotel, he was wearing some loose sweats. I could see his big dick through his pants, just hanging down, and even through his sweatpants I could tell he had, by far, the biggest dick I’d ever seen. I had always heard that black men were hung, but this monster in his pants was making my pussy ooze and twitch.

Well, you already know that I got fucked by some pretty big dicks before I met you, and I had been missing that full feeling for so long as I remained faithful to you, but just seeing that monster weakened my resolve and I knew I’d be breaking our marriage vows that night. I wondered what such a huge dick would feel like stretching my tight hole open. I wondered if I would even be able to take it. I knew it was wrong. I knew I’d be cheating on you, but I decided right then I was going to find out.

He was flirting with me, just making long eye contact and suggestive comments. I immediately took the hint when he said his back was tense. I suggested he could use a massage, and offered to come to his room and give him one. He grinned… I’m sure he knew right then that I was going to let him fuck me.
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Boat Fun

Last month my wife and I had the most exhilarating sexual experience of our marriage. The couple next door and invited us and one of my co-workers to a day on their new pontoon boat on a large lake near our North Carolina home. The neighbors, Ted and Susan, had meet Craig my co-worker and his wife Lacie at one of our backyard barbeques and us three couple hit it off quite well.

Theresa and I, as well as Ted and Susan, are in our early forties, both with two kids each, while Craig and Lacie are about ten years younger and childless. Theresa and Susan are both about the same size, and though heavier than in their youth, both are still well proportioned and still quite attractive; the good looking MILF of legend. Theresa is 5’4″, about 135#, and wears a very full 34C bra. Both women wear the hair just off their shoulders in fashionable but practical hair cuts.

Lacie, having not bore any children, still had her youthful figure; about 5’5″ and maybe 110 #. Her breasts looked to be more of a perky 34B and it was all capped by the most angelic face to grace an adult woman. Craig had confided to me that is was all show; there was nothing angelic about Lacie.

We met at the lake and after bringing our supplies aboard off we went. The lake is very large man-made and because it is used as an area water supple there are no homes along the shoreline. It is especially irregular in shape with many coves and bays all surrounded by forest. The plan was to cruise for awhile and then find an unoccupied cove for swimming and a cookout on the party boat’s built in gas grill.

As we cruised in and out of the various inlets, we three guys hung to the back of the boat under the roof that covered the rear section of the boat and the ladies went to the front to catch the sun on the uncovered part. As we started off we stripped down to our swim suits. Ted and I in our boxer type and Craig, after some kidding by Lacie, took his shorts off to reveal the new suit she had bought him. It was a Speedo type showing off what appeared to be an especially large package. I am certainly not an expert, or even an amateur observer of what male equipment looks like in that type outfit, but even to me it was very apparent that Craig was quite well endowed. Besides the lower portion we could see that his gym time was well spent and I guess you’d have to call him buff; solid and well muscled. Ted and I, though no bald fatties, are showing our ages and all those after work beers. We both carried 10-20 pounds we didn’t need with small love handles.

As I said Theresa and Susan where built about the same. Their hips and butts had broadened but still kept their nice shapes. Their waists, though thicker than before child birth, still looked good in the two piece swim suits they both wore. They both wore tops that displayed lots of cleavage that had the effect of drawing any attention to them. Lacie was just a knockout and wore a swimsuit to display her attributes. The top was two small triangles and the front as about the same with a two inch stripe on material just covering the crack of her ass.

As we cruised around the lake us guys enjoyed watched the ladies stretched out sunning themselves even more than the shore side scenery. As guys will sometimes do after a couple of quick beers, we started to compare the physical beauty of our spouses. Craig liked the larger tits Theresa and Susan showed and Ted and I were intent of seeing if those two inches of material covering the ass crack of Lacie would continue to slip between those lovely cheeks as it appeared to be doing. Craig admitted that Lacie had no modesty and loved to know guys were ogling her. Then he told us that if she knew us better she’d have worn her sheer thong bikini. I don’t know about Ted but the thoughts of that made my cock twitch.
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The Dressing Room

“You asked for it you little cum slut,” he growled in my ear, pulling me back by the hair, pushing himself hard into me.

He was right. No doubt. Once again I had brought it all on myself.

It started innocently enough. Dress shopping. I am sitting on the fundraising committee for the symphony. Chair this year actually, and he is quite proud of me. But it has been a lot of work. Our final event of the season is coming up soon and I need the perfect dress since I will be recognized. I know that how I present myself at these events is a direct reflection on him so I do try hard. So he agreed to go dress shopping with me to pick the perfect dress.

We were in a little upscale boutique downtown with a few dresses to try on when I picked up a slinky little number, something I would never wear. Black silk cut down to the belly button with a few rhinestones and a slit almost to the hip. Very sexy. Very revealing. I held it in front of me and sashayed in front of him provocatively, teasing.

“What do you think?” I asked with a grin.

He frowned.

“Oh, come on,” I said moving to him, tilting my head up towards him bringing my lips dangerously close to his hear, purring in a sultry voice. “You don’t want the world to see what a little slut your wife can be?”
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My Wife Is a Slut

I found her cum stained panties in the dirty laundry. They were still wet and gooey, and that could only mean one thing. My wife had fucked my younger brother. They were at the store buying supplies for the weekend and had just returned. She must have ditched the panties in the hamper when she went to pee.

I don’t really blame my brother. After all, my wife is 105 pounds of pure sex poured into a 5’2″ frame. Her tits stretch the limits of the T-shirts and halters she wears and are firm enough to hold their shape nicely when she goes braless. She has a small waist and full hips with strong but shapely thighs and an ass to die for. In a pair of tight shorts and a low cut halter Joanne is a walking wet dream.

It is not just her body that is sexy. She has curly blond hair that falls over her shoulders, green eyes with long lashes, high cheekbones, full lips, white teeth and a small upturned nose. She loves to flirt and has a natural “I want to fuck” look in her eyes. My bother, being only 18, did not have a chance.

I can visualize how it must have happened. Joanne pulled off the road after flirting shamelessly until he was drooling with lust for her hot body. She had on the same sexy short skirt and tight top that she wore to work. She climbed into his lap and told him how she needed his cock inside her that very second or she was going to die. She often used the same words with me. She didn’t even take off her panties.

I knew Joanne was a sexual powder keg when we married, but I was willing to take the risk. She was by far the hottest fuck I had ever experienced, and that included some pretty wild parties in college. I knew I couldn’t keep her caged, but figured that what I didn’t know wouldn’t hurt me as long as she really loved me. She would be discreet.

Finding her cum stained panties was a revelation. I was so turned on by the thought of Joanne riding my brother’s cock that I fucked her three times that night and once the next morning. I decided that if she was going to fuck other men, and she was, then I was going to be part of it. First, however, I was going to have some fun.

Friday night I invited five friends over for poker. They were all single and young. I asked Joanne to dress like a whore so that their concentration would be diverted from the cards. Being a natural flirt and exhibitionist, she gladly obliged. We were sitting at the table cutting for deal when she walked into the room. My jaw dropped.
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