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Erotic swinger stories involving cuckolding and hot wife scenarios.
Why would a husband become a cuckold? In most cases it is at the persuasion, cajoling and coaxing of the husband, that the woman gets into cuckolding. Everyone likes to sleep with multiple partners and have a threesome or more, given a choice? When the woman accepts, it is because she does want to convert her fantasies into reality. Yet, she stalls because she is wary of the husband’s intention. I get to sleep with multiple men and enjoy sex without guilt, but what is there in it for him? There are psychological reasons for it, and theories have been propounded about cuckolding. I will try to give my example and let the readers decide as to exactly what he gets out of it and what I get out of it. At the end they can decide whether they should be getting into it.
We have had an erotic sex life throughout our marriage. I am a sensuous woman, and attract men like metal to magnet. My husband always gets an instant hard on around me. We have shared many of my threesome fantasies together and have had hot steamy sex after that. He was possessive and jealous about me in the first five years of marriage. But he changed around to letting me act out my fantasies, if I so desired. He actively persuaded me to fulfill my inner desire to have multiple lovers.
I have need to be flirtatious and seductive with men, since then, without going the whole way of sleeping with them. Twice or thrice, I almost did, but reasoning got the better of me. I withdrew at the last moment, after making the guys feel that I was available. Some of the reasons were that they were not anonymous, we knew them personally. I was afraid of complications. I also, did not wish to cheat on my husband. It is difficult to ask a guy, “Hang on, let me call my husband and tell him what I am about to do.” So, it didn’t happen – the risks were too high.
I think given a choice, any woman will like to be molested and fucked by many men. Women are by nature polygamous and may be that is the reason why man has dominated them and kept them in wraps. The difference between naming the act as molestation or rape or whatever – is consent and permission. So, when my husband suggested that I have threesome sex with other men while he watches and then we fuck to relive the events, it sounded like I had won a lottery. But then, I got suspicious. I could not find an answer as to why he should be so altruistic, to let me have all the fun without wanting to do the same in return.
We were having hot sex anyway, there was no danger of things cooling down between us. All kind of doubts crossed my mind. Maybe he was no more attracted to me, but he still got stiff even from a look that I can give. Possibly, he wanted another woman and as soon as I did it, he will demand his pound of flesh. I resisted for about five years until I decided to plunge into threesome cuckolding. We have been doing it for ten years, and none of my doubts have come true.
I did not jump into threesome cuckolding, as soon as my husband offered me a chance to sleep with multiple men. He knows me so well, that he knows how to get his way with me. I wanted to test how badly he wanted me to sleep with other men. And if he had an ulterior motive, to make me stray and then follow the route. His interest never wavered. We started with first play acting that I was indeed sleeping with someone else for a threesome. So, I would name a person that I was interested in – someone we know or a stranger, who attracted my attention. He would pretend to be that man. A vibrator would be the third person of the threesome.
While we were engaging in threesome sex I would describe, what the man was doing to me. What I was doing to him and I would cry out loud that man’s name when I moaned or came. I wanted to find evidence of any jealousy or envy in him, but I saw none. In fact, he started to love, hug and caress me more and wanted to fuck every day. I knew that he was serious about me having sex with other men. His argument was if all my senses needed variety why should my vagina be deprived of a multitude of tongues and cocks? He had a point in that.
How to find out his ulterior motives? And I kept asking him. He said he had no interest in other women. I did not believe him. He does look at women, primarily interested in looking at the shape and boobs, He openly admits that he watches women, but has no interest beyond that. I could not find out about his ulterior motives, unless I plunged straight into swinging. I was so keen to fuck other men that I decided to take the chance and deal with it, if ever.
We were sure that if my fucking another guy did happen, it could not happen with someone we knew. It could not happen in our home, as we could not get a stranger into our house and bedroom. What if he started to blackmail us? It could not happen in the other guy’s home, because we did not know him. It could not happen in a hotel, as again things can go out of hand, when you go into a room with a total stranger. We do not have swinger clubs within a 100-mile radius, so we could not go to a club. Will this then remain just a fantasy? How long can fantasies keep the sex hot?
We found clothes optional holiday destination at Jamaica -Hedonism 3. We could take baby steps to fulfill our fantasy and then go full blast? It was 2004 and not much information about swinging was available on the net. We decided to go there with an open mind and see how it goes. On or first trip we engaged in lots of open public sex between ourselves. We also tried to be as shockingly exhibitionist as possible. People encouraged us on, we made friends, but no one really asked for sex. We had a great time and got addicted to naked exhibitionism. I was not sure if I would be able to live my fantasy of multiple sex partners with the onset of menopause. I suspected that most men wanted younger women, I was too old. It took me six long years after that to lose my swinger virginity.
Our next opportunity to swing was five years later, as Jamaica was a long way from home. We had visited the inauguration of Desire resort at Los Cabos, but that was a disaster for both them and us. Nothing at all happened, except lounging naked around the pool. We didn’t know that Desire is couples only, and we are not into couples. We managed to get to Hedonism 3, just before it closed. I was not sure if anything will happen. We started out with our usual stuff, romping around naked, dirty dancing at the disco and participating in all the naughty competitions.
Our week was ending with the 4th of July weekend. Around Thursday many people started to arrive, a group of black swingers from New York City. By Friday, when we were at the hot tub someone asked me if I am a swinger. He complimented me and said he will do anything to taste my pussy. I turned around, sat on the ledge of the pool and put my crotch up, opened my legs to rest on his shoulders. He lapped up my pussy like a cat lapping up milk, in broad daylight with everyone watching.
The sensation of being licked by a foreign tongue for the first time got me going. As tensions built up, I involuntarily put my hand at the back of his head. I then pushed my pussy hard against his mouth and gyrated to a loud moaning orgasm. When I heard loud claps from the watchers, I blushed and put my head down and tried to hide away from the world. It was a beginning. He asked me if he could penetrate me, but I said no. I couldn’t make up my mind. There was some soft petting with another guy, an oral orgasm and nothing else during this trip. I didn’t meet many single guys and when some male was interested, they were accompanied.
By next year we had become US residents and could visit Jamaica every year. When Hedonism 3 closed soon after our above visit, we thought that opportunity was closed. We found Hedonism 2 and booked for the next year, not knowing what to expect, again. My three trips had shown me enough to be convinced that I wanted multiple sex partners. I basked in the glory of being complimented, was eager to display my sensuality and was game to try anything and everything to attract men to me for sex. I wanted to be touched, caressed, kissed, licked and fucked while my husband watched and sometimes participated.
When I was not ready for it, I felt discarded and unwanted. Now that I was ready, it happened on our first night. It is as if I was a different person, the only woman in town and all the men wanted me. As soon as I entered the dining hall, I could feel an electric atmosphere, where all eyes were looking at me. I couldn’t explain why I felt that all the eyes and hands wanted to swarm and feel every inch of my body. I was getting goose bumps all over. My pussy going wet and may be started to trickle a few juices down my inner thigh.
If you want something, the whole universe will conspire to bring that to you – Paul Coelho. When I decided to go all out, I didn’t have to ask anyone – I attracted everyone. They came in swarms to suck honey out of my pussy. My cuckolding life had jump started. Until I was in self-doubt, confused and not convinced what I really wanted, things didn’t seem to happen. When things didn’t happen, my self-doubt became worse. Once I was ready, the same evening I had one of the most wonderful moments with my first full lover.
I didn’t know him, he did not know me. He came out of nowhere, sat next to me, and asked – do you play? I said – YES. Out there in the open, my head in my husband’s lap, my legs over his shoulder, I had the best orgasm of my life. Not because of how good he was, it was the newness of it all. He then kissed me, hugged and put my hand on his erect shaft. He put my down on the floor, lay down by my side, lifted one leg over his hips, and entered me. My husband made sure that he wore a condom. I was too far in seventh heaven to realize what was going on. He was an experienced lover, knew exactly how to please a woman. I don’t know, how long he fucked me in that position and made me cry with multiple orgasms.
During those seven days I had sex with multiple people – each better than the other with gay abandon. Even had a gang bang session with three other men and husband taking turns to lick me and fuck me. I had become a full swinger, a hot wife and a cuckolding wife all in one – and going strong in my 8th year of enjoying sex with other in my husband’s presence.
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We have been talking about me trying out another man for a long time now! My husband goes on about it in bed and I couldn't much understand what turned him on that much...
I had never been with another man before, and couldn't quite think of it ever happening.
My husband and I went out for dinner to a hotel, we spent a while at the restaurant. And I was one of the few women around, so all the men there always had their eyes on me. My husband (Chris) said that a lot of men are quite horny for me, and I felt butterflies in my stomach. I ignored it and continued with the evening... the manager came up to our table and told us that we had free drinks for the night, so Chris kept ordering shot and got me real drunk and he kept talking about the men around me. They were always eyes on me, it kinda turned me on, for the first time for some reason.
Chris went to the washroom a few times, but this one time he went without me. A guy approached me and asked if he could sit for a few minutes, till my man got back. I obliged! We spoke about my interests in general and how he was here on a business trip. After about 5 minutes, he excused himself and went to the bar. He was quite a gentleman. I was impressed!
Chris got back and I told him what just happened, he asked me to hold his dick and it felt it hard... he said that he was so turned on by it and wished if I could loosen up and have fun and the same speech he always gave me on trying something different and how I would like it.
We continued drinking, I had to go to the washroom. So I got up and made my way to the washroom, which is quite a long walk as it was around the lobby. I came out of the washroom, which was right by the elevator and I see this guy I just met in the elevator with two glasses of wine waiting in there for me. He asked me to join him for some time up in his room. I thought about it, and gave it a good thought!... and agreed. I instantly felt butterflies! As soon as the elevator doors closed, he held me, drew me close and kissed me... he kissed well. Though my husband was the first, I had kissed many before... we kissed until the door opened and he walked me to his room. We sat and drank a few glasses wine. I was wet just talking to him knowing that he was going to take me... I remember Chris telling me that if I get with another man, to always take care off his dick first! I asked to be excused, went to the washroom... freshened up... and came out with my bra and panties. He was shocked, I could tell by the look on this face.
He said, that he was expecting a romantic evening, and I remember saying "My husband expects me to get fucked and please another man!" I got down on my knees, pulled down his pants, and started sucking his dick. He got real hard and I could taste the pre-cum, he actually tasted good. He had a lot of pre-cum. I sucked him like I had never sucked my husband before. I mean, it was so good. His dick was rock hard and it was bigger than my husband's and circumcised, it felt better to suck. I probably sucked him for about 30 minutes, until he pulled me up and shoved, I mean shoved, his dick into me. I felt a gush in my stomach, and I felt his dick in me. It was big, bigger than my husband's... and I was wet, real wet, so it just slid in.
He fucked me hard missionary at first, then flipped me over, doggy, which went in deep and it was good. It hurt a bit, but felt good. I got on top of him and rode him for a while, watching him, kissing him and feeling him. It felt sooo good!
I could feel him about to cum. I got off and took his load in my mouth,sucked him dry! I know Chris would like that.
I was exhausted. I lay down and fell asleep. I felt him do me at least twice. I remember waking up to sunlight. Then reality hit! He woke up as well with me in his arms and said that he spoke to Chris and Chris told him to send me home after he was done with me. I freshened up, and he was naked waiting for me. He said that he wanted to make love to me. I went to him and kissed. He kissed and me all over my body and ate me for a while. I came, and he made love to me kissing me all along. he came in me. We lay there for a while. I got up to leave and he said I was the tightest, finest lover he had.
I went home to Chris, and told him all about it!
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See he just wanted to get his cum down her throat. But first he would like to expose, handle, fondle and suck her boobs in public, if that would be OK with me. So I wanted J to meet and spend time with this real sexy gentleman friend of mine. He has seen her pictures. He knows what her nipples look like. He knows she sucks cock for fun. He also knows she sucks cocks to make me happy. The guys are always happy, too.
Recently J has been getting bold and daring ME to do things. One of her dares involved me wearing her bra in public. She thinks I won’t do it, but I will on my own terms. I feel this is a great opportunity for me to put her in a compromising position! The more I think about this, the more I know this will work in my favor. I am going to wait until she has a loose sleeveless t-shirt on and then I will decide to take her up on wearing her bra in public. But I will want to wear the one she has covering her tits at that moment. J will then NOT be wearing a bra in public. I am thinking a park or car wash is the perfect place to set my plan in motion. But maybe a bowling alley bar or a dive bar would work, too. Then there is always a party at someone’s apartment… Sitting in a dingy & dark hotel night club works too, but we did that already. I was also thinking of going for the parking area by an adult store. (Those guys are horny; maybe too horny?)
In my travels I always keep an eye out for “our-kind-of-bar.” I found one Bar off I-70 by Richmond, IN with a free wheeling weekend crowd of guys and girls. The bartender watches and encourages guys and girls to make-out at the bar! He buys drinks to keep them in the mood. I have seen a few flimsy nipple tops. The crowd seemed to like the shows. The bar was OK with it…
Here we go! Genius, right?
We are on our way to Indy. I am stopping at a hotel far west of Columbus tonight for a reason. This is a less expensive hotel than usual, but very near the small town club I had chosen for the old style bar in back with big bar stools and the huge booths around the walls. When I checked before, this place had a good size singles crowd of mostly younger guys. They looked to be workers and students. The people were college like; loud and easy going. I saw girls making out at the bar, mostly with guys! I saw one guy fondle a tit during his make-out session – his girlfriend, I assumed. I don’t know about the booths, I was having fun watching the girls at the bar.
At the hotel we dress for tonight. Oh no! I did not close the drapes all the way! I told J that it would be really fun for me if she put on those over size sexy shorts and her over sized front button up white sleeveless blouse tonight. J smiled and told me to not expect much from her tonight but she would dress the part for me to show her off to “some horny guy or let me massage whatever I wanted to massage.” My answer was, “OK!” I went to her and massaged her shoulders for a couple minutes and then my hands slipped under her arms and began fondling her bra cups. I pushed her bra cups out of the way easily, exposing her tits to my hands. Rub rub rub tickle tickle… That went on for awhile. I loved bringing her tits out for a private party and she reacted to it by starting a hand job. But then she stopped suddenly and told me we’d have more fun later.
So we are set to go out and have some massage fun with strangers. J got dressed for me, I love that! She is smiling a lot cause she knows we will have fun tonight. J also knows she has the stop/slow down control. We leave the room holding hands. While walking I moved my hand and her hand with mine to her butt cheek. J gave me a peck on the lips as she pulled her hand free to grab my butt in the hotel parking lot. We walked the two blocks to the bar holding butt cheeks and passing a lot of people. I saw one girl hit her boyfriend for looking at J (poor guy).
J is having a fun time. She slid her hand down the back of my pants as far as as she could. I was into that so I decided to let my belt out a couple of notches while we walked. J’s hand just dropped to her wrist. Her hand is happy and so is my butt.
Getting close to the bar J pulled her hand outside my pants but still had a tight hold on my butt cheek. My hand had moved around her high waist area just shy of her blouse with the over-sized arm hole. My fingers began sliding all around her side bra area.
At the entrance a bouncer was checking ID’s. He looked at mine then checked J’s ID close. He smiled and looked her up and down, stopping at her tits for awhile then her eyes.
At that point I said, “Looks like fun, huh?”
The door guy looked at her again and I continued, “She is.”
J smiled at him and we walk by him. J told me she thought he was going to explode right in front of her. J told me again no one was going to “smile” cause of her tonight.
“Not even me?” I asked. J just gave me the look.
Some of the guys look to be right at 21 and the oldest at 60 and above. Lots of good old boys to mingle with tonight. I guided her to the bar and an empty stool. I sat on the next stool with an empty one on her right side. Hello boys! Empty stool here!
This is when I took another look at the fit of her very oversize blouse. The arm holes were much larger than if she had the right size top. I could see most of her bra cup. The button front had a deep V before the first button she left buttoned. Cleavage is good! I could tell the color of her bra even in this light.
If all goes well. The crowd is going to get to see me wear her bra. J gets no bra and a white oversize blouse.
I know her bra will not clip around me so I brought some rubber bands to expand the bra hooks for me.
The bartender asked about drinks with a big grin to J. J said wine. Big glasses? She nodded yes with a smile. He stopped to introduce himself. J seemed to like him.
The hope for tonight...
Nervous is not a strong enough word for this first time meet up with an internet guy. I hope this is not a mistake. He seems real and controlled enough to make this fun. I don’t know his real name yet but that will happen. Should I let J in on the surprise I have coming for her? She will ask his name and I don’t know it yet so I will not tell her.
I told Hamburgny, that’s his screen name, the area and the bar’s name we would stop tonight in hopes he will be able to show. He scheduled himself in the area for this meetup. I have my phone set on the site we communicate on in case he needs more help. I have not let him know our hotel. I must know he is trustworthy and J must let us play her up before he finds out that info. He says he has greying hair and wears glasses, average height and good size dick. So I am hoping any guy I see with glasses and grey hair is him.
She finished drinking the wine and asked for another. When the bartender returned a guy moved next to J to order a drink. While waiting he asked J if she ever danced. J told him she liked to dance. J looked at me and smiled. I leaned over to tell him anytime she wanted to dance it was fine with me. He told her his name was Todd and he loved to dance with beautiful women like her. J said thanks. She continued to talk to him with me fading into the background. I moved my stool away enough to stand next to J. I like that more than sitting while we/she talk. Todd is targeting her. This is always fun to watch.
I start to scratch her back through her blouse while he is focused on her. He glanced at my hand a couple of times. He looked me in the eye each time. I had her blouse all moved around before I left to take a piss. When I got back his friend had joined the targeting party. He was in my spot on her left so I moved behind her and put my hand on her shoulder so she knew I was back and he knew I was with her. J turned to me to introduce her “new” friend, Dainis. J smiled at him then asked me for another wine.
Putting her hand on his chest, J said, “Isn’t he gorgeous?”
Her drinking smile was showing already. He said I was lucky to have a beautiful and sexy wife. I asked if J was being a gracious host. Dainis put his hand on her left leg smiled and said she is perfect. Todd from her right side chimed in that she was the best hostess around! Dainis looked at J then and said that she is a great hot hostess too.
This got me hard! Where is Hamburgny! He may miss out..I messaged him to hurry.
They kept up all the chatter and touching for an hour while I massaged her back and shoulders. I would reach around to fondle her tits from the bottom but no bra move because I was holding back for Hamburgny’s arrival…two more messages to Hambugny but nothing back.
Another message to Hamburgny: “Her boobs are getting ready to make an appearance, hurry!”
J is on her 5th large wine now. I am happy for Todd and Dainis. Not happy about Hamburgny’a absence.
It turns out Todd and Dainis are not friends. They just spotted J at the bar. J is having a lot of fun with them. She likes the sparring going on between them.
I am lightly scratching her back again, did not know what else to do with the guys trying to move in on her. Dainis seems to own her left leg from knee to thigh. Todd is too slow and only has her hand when she reaches out to him. J knows what she is doing! Todd is OK but Dainis is Hot! Todd can stay but it will be only to watch the main event.
She smiles at me every so often.
J asked me if it was getting hot in the bar. I agreed it was so she then undid another upper blouse button. Dainis offered to help her with her buttons! Todd is just watching and smiling. J looked at Dainis then re-buttoned all her blouse buttons. OK Dainis what will make me not as hot? J is smiling at me waiting for an answer from him.
“Nothing will make you not as hot, but I can cool you off,” He said while getting close to her face.
J says, “Dainis, show me how to be cool and hot at the same time.”
Dainis reached for her blouse then he paused holding her button in his fingers to look at me with a questioning look. I smiled, told him it was her party so listen to her.
J smiled and said OK then show us.
Dainis undid her center button that left 3 above and 3 below. He used both hands to look inside her blouse. Dainis opened the button above and again looked in while brushing her tits with his palms. Now it is 2 above and 3 left below center blouse. Todd tried to reach for a button but Dainis told him to just point at the next button for him to open. J said yes point to a button. It was the next lower button. Dainis opened that one as J held Todd’s hand and pointed at the next lower button with his shy finger. One button below and 2 above with the middle 4 open. J took Todd’s hand again he is not fighting her as his finger touches her bra covered nipple. J lets go of Todd’s hand. He just let his hand drop away!
J leaned toward the bar and her top 2 buttons looked to be a normal above the bar for others to see. But under the bar she as open to the hands of others. Both guys are watching her for a cue.
I took this opportunity to reach in and opened the final lower button. I then pulled her blouse out of her shorts. J turned to me and said thank you honey. She has her blouse hanging open from the 2nd button down. It kind of looks like an open tent/tit flap.
She asked the guys to buy her another drink. She got 2 drinks set in-front of her and the bartender told her the next drink was on him! (what does he want?)
J took both Todd’s hand then Dainis’s hand she placed each on her upper leg. I need to thank you for the drinks she smiled. The guys began jockeying for location, Dainis found the shorts loose leg first! He got his hand in and at the same time tightened the other leg opening to keep Todd out! J then put Todd's hand on her tit under the blouse over the bra. Dainis is getting a wet finger right there in the bar! Todd has a bra clad tit (Todd the looser). I am massaging J’s back but stop to message Hamburgny again. Nothing back, but Dainis seems to be checking his phone now with his free hand.
Our bartender called me over to say she needs to tone it down while a certain group is in here. He loves the show but we need to listen to his instructions right now. We can play a lot more in a bit. He also asked how he gets invited to the party?
I told the guys to pull back from her. Then I told Dainis and Todd the bartender told me to cool it till he gives the go ahead again. Both guys smiled and Dainis said we have a go-ahead to to handle her in here? Yes but she is in control of of your fondling, you understand?
Yes!
Yes!
I then told them J loves to give BJ’s to guys she meets! just wait for the go “4head”
Dainis went to the piss room. Todd was afraid to leave her side.
That is when Hamburgny finally messaged me. ”I am sorry it took so long to answer. I am busy with a beautiful wife that has great tits, an understanding husband and a sexy mouthagina. I have been using her tits and pussy to get her ready. She is going to give me a blow job right here in the bar! This wife is hot. Thanks for trying so hard to get hold of me but your wife will get hold of me soon. I know you are a great friend.”
I began to think, “your wife?”
Then a moment later a new message: “forgot to sign last text, Dainis.”
Then a smiley face.
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The great things about Julie, in Phil’s opinion, were that she was totally uninhibited and an unashamed slut.
He’d spotted her sitting on a couch, in one of the side rooms off the main party, chatting with a couple of guys. Well, Julie was chatting. Chris and Charlie were leering.
It was easy to leer at Julie. She never seemed to mind and usually dressed for it. This time, she was wearing cutoff jean shorts which showed off all of her legs and enough of her ass to get attention. Her halter top hung so low on her chest that, even from across the room, Phil thought he could make out the pink of her areola. Her hair, framing her open, smiling face, was a pale shade of purple tonight. Julie was in a habit of changing her hair color regularly. Her natural color, Phil thought, was available for inspection on request.
Grinning, Phil sauntered over and dropped onto the couch next to Julie.
“Hi,” he said, casually tossing his arm over the back of the couch behind her.
“Hi Phil,” Julie smiled at him openly. “I haven’t seen you in a while. How’ve you been? You know Chris and Charlie, right?”
“Yeah, hi guys,” he laughed. “I’m fine, just been busy.”
Julie continued to chatter brightly, easily including Phil in the conversation. Nothing in her manner suggested that she was in the least bit bothered by the way Charlie kept trying to get a peek at her ass, or the fact that Chris’s eyes were fixed on her generous cleavage. Phil, now that he was closer, could tell he had been right. He could see the edges of Julie’s nipples peeking out of her halter top.
With exaggerated care, Phil slid his arm down to Julie’s shoulders. She just smiled at him, shifting herself into a comfortable position next him. Tossing a grin at the guys across from him, Phil closed his hand around Julie’s shoulder and started to gently massage her. Julie, as he’d known she would, reacted wonderfully. Her head rolled back, her eyes closed and a deep sensual groan escaped from her mouth.
Chris and Charlie stared intently, not the least because Julie’s halter had slipped a little lower as she writhed. Phil could see the pink flesh of her areola stiffening into rough little bumps as her nipple, still barely hidden by the edge of her top, hardened.
“So,” Phil said casually, as if he wasn’t doing his level best to turn her on, “is Glen here tonight?”
“No,” Julie sighed through her soft moans, “he said he’d rather stay home.”
“Glen?” Chris asked.
“My husband,” Julie replied, almost purring under Phil’s hand. “He doesn’t like parties much.”
When Phil had first heard that slutty, uninhibited Julie was married, he’d assumed Glen was either ignorant of her antics or one of those weak, sissy cuckolds. Having met the guy once at one of the few parties Glen actually attended, Phil had been rather surprised. Glen clearly knew what Julie got up to and just as clearly wasn’t weak or a sissy. “She’s happy, I’m happy, why not share?” Glen had said to Phil that night. Given that Glen had had a pretty little blonde, who wasn’t his wife, going down on him at the time, Phil hadn’t really seen a reason to disagree.
“Don’t worry,” Phil told Chris with a smirk. “Glen doesn’t mind Julie going out to parties.”
“No,” Julie smiled. “He’s cool with whatever.”
“Whatever?” Chris looked a little dubious.
Phil smiled broadly. Very deliberately, he moved his hand off Julie’s shoulder and down her chest, until his fingertips rested on the bumpy pink flesh that surrounded her barely concealed nipple. Julie gasped as he teased her sensitive skin, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, her own hand moved to squeeze Phil’s thigh.
“Whatever,” Phil replied, looking Chris in the eye.
Turning his attention back to Julie, Phil leered at her and pushed his hand down her halter top to grab her tit. Julie moaned in response, her hand moving up his thigh to brazenly cup his stiffening cock through his jeans. For a moment they say together like that, openly groping each other while the other guys watched.
With a smirk of her own, Julie released her grip on Phil’s package. He grinned back at her as the pretty hot wife pulled her arms out of her halter’s straps, letting the loose top fall away from her full, soft tits. Phil cupped her now bare boob, gently pinching the hard tip of her big pink nipple. Julie gasped and moaned as he groped her.
“Shit,” Chris breathed.
Glancing over, Phil saw Chris staring open mouthed at Julie’s suddenly naked tits. Charlie, with a smirk of his own, was openly adjusting himself through his jeans.
“Enjoy it, guys,” Phil chuckled, squeezing Julie’s tit for emphasis. “Our Julie loves to put on a show; don’t you, love.”
“Fuck yeah,” Julie sighed. Then, with a wicked smirk of her own, she added, “Let’s put on a real show.”
“Yeah?” Phil asked, remembering the last ‘real show’ he’d seen Julie put on.
In wordless response, Julie reached down again, cupping Phil’s hard cock for a moment before turning her attention to deftly unbuttoning and opening his jeans. With practiced ease, she reached in and grabbed him. Phil gasped as Julie’s warm fingers circled his stiff shaft, pulling it out from the tangle of his boxers and jeans. Without missing a beat, Julie dropped her head into his lap, her pale purple hair blocking his view. An instant later, he let out a deep groan as the warm wetness of Julie’s mouth engulfed his cock.
Moaning, Phil continued to grope Julie’s naked tit while she sucked his cock. Laying his head back on the couch, he closed his eyes and reveled in the intense sensations of the hot little slut’s mouth bobbing up and down on his swollen meat.
A shift of weight on the couch drew Phil’s attention back to things other than his cock. Charlie had moved to sit on Julie’s other side, his hands openly caressing her bare thighs and sliding up the little jean skirt to touch her ass. Julie’s moans vibrated against Phil’s cock, making him groan in response. He was even more impressed by Julie when she managed to twist herself into a kneeling position on the couch without actually letting his cock fall from her mouth.
In this new position, Julie’s head continued to bob in Phil’s lap while her ass was raised, offered to Charlie’s attention. Charlie wasted no time in pushing her little skirt up over her hips. His hands wandered freely over Julie’s back side, eliciting moans which sent shockwaves through Phil’s cock.
“Damn man,” Charlie groaned. “Her pussy is so wet.”
“You want to fuck her?” Phil asked.
“Hell yeah,” Charlie answered, his hand suddenly mauling his jeans.
“Julie.” Phil ran his hand through her pale purple hair, trying to pull her head up off his cock for a second. “Charlie wants to fuck you. That Ok?”
“Ok,” Julie answered, dropping Phil’s cock from her lips and looking back at Charlie. “Go ahead, fuck me. I love a good hard cock in my pussy.”
“Can I have a turn?” Chris interjected. Phil looked up to see his friend standing in front of him, near Julie’s head.
“Sure,” Julie grinned up him, “the more the merrier, right?”
It took them all a few moments to shift themselves into a workable position. Julie, for her part, quickly stripped off the now pointless halter top, followed quickly by the jean shorts and the little black thong she’d worn under them. Revealed in her full, naked glory, Phil took a second to admire her. Julie’s tits were full, with thick hard nipples. Her hips were wide without being chunky. She had a nice round ass and a little tangle of hair (light brown being her natural color) between her shapely legs.
After striking a smiling pose for her admirers, Julie knelt down on the couch, her arms resting on one end and her shapely ass raised above the middle. Charlie, after an embarrassed look at the other two guys, quickly shucked off his jeans and briefs and climbed onto the couch to kneel behind her. Phil and Chris took their positions on either side of her head, their pants opened and their cocks hanging in her face.
“What luck,” Julie purred, examining the two cocks in front of her. “All these cocks just for me.”
Phil watched as Charlie grabbed her by the hips, working to line himself up. Julie let out a long, slow moan as Charlie penetrated her. One hand braced against the couch, she wrapped the other around Phil’s cock while taking Chris’s hard shaft in her mouth.
Charlie started to thrust into her, drawing moans of pleasure, muffled by whichever cock was in her mouth at the time, from Julie. Her head bobbed up and down on their shafts as her body rocked back and forth with Charlie’s thrusts.
Watching Julie’s hot body fucking and sucking, and feeling her warm mouth moving on his cock, Phil felt a familiar tightening in his balls. Unwilling to finish so soon, he clenched his jaw and struggled to think of something, anything, else.
It was Chris who yielded first. With deep groan, he grabbed hold of Julie’s purple hair and pumped his load into Julie’s warm, waiting mouth. Moaning, the little slut swallowed his spunk down before taking Phil once more between her wet lips.
“I told you I heard fucking,” someone said. Phil looked up to see Lou and Steve leaning in the doorway, with a few guys behind them looking over their shoulder.
“Come on in,” Phil grinned, his cock deep in Julie’s sucking mouth while Charlie continued to thrust into her pussy. “Julie’s putting on a show. Right, Charlie?”
“Fuuuckk!” Charlie groaned, with one final hard thrust, clearly empting his balls into her pussy.
“Looks like a spot just opened up if anyone wants ‘in’,” Phil leered. “That’s right, isn’t it Julie?”
“Ok,” Julie moaned over Phil’s cock.
“Fuck it,” Steve grinned, “I’ll take sloppy seconds.” Quickly, he dropped his pants and stepped into Charlie’s place, slipping easily inside her and thrusting away.
“I’ll take a little of this action, if she can handle sucking two?” Lou said, stepping up next to Phil.
“Have her,” Phil grinned, pulling himself out of Julie’s sucking mouth. “I want to pace myself.”
Phil turned and settled himself down on the other couch, watching as Julie rocked between Lou and Steve. Her full tits swayed as they pushed and pulled her between them, their hard cocks sawing in and out of her wet holes.
A crowd gathered in the doorway, watching the purple-haired slut suck and fuck. A few were clearly waiting their turns. Phil recognized some of them, from other parties or from around, but others he didn’t know. He was pretty sure Julie didn’t know most of the people watching her slutty sex show, but she sure as hell didn’t seem to care. Her moans, even muffled by Lou’s thick cock, made it clear to everyone that she was enjoying self.
With a grunted “Holy fuck,” Lou finished in Julie’s mouth. Phil could see her throat working as she swallowed her second load of the night.
Lou had barely pulled himself from Julie’s sucking lips before Paul, a big guy Phil knew from work, stepped up to take his place. Paul’s cock, like the rest of him, was big, but Julie didn’t seem to have any trouble stuffing it into her face. Watching Paul’s thick shaft disappearing into Julie’s mouth, Phil couldn’t help but wonder about the water-cooler conversation he might have with Paul on Monday.
“Shit… I’m cumming… in… you,” Steve announced between gasps, pumping his own load into Julie’s wet pussy. After a few more spasms he pulled out, his softening cock sloppy with white foam.
Phil could see a trail of cum starting to ooze from Julie’s pussy. The mess didn’t seem to deter the next guy, a fellow in a baseball cap Phil didn’t recognize, who wasted no time in stepping up behind Julie and shoving himself into her dripping slit. He pumped away, hard and fast, making Julie’s tits bounce. She struggled to brace herself against the couch, making wet grunts as the rough thrusting forced her down onto Paul’s cock.
The baseball cap guy didn’t last long, finishing with a string of shuddering grunts before pulling out and high-fiving a second guy in a cap, a teammate, Phil judged. The second baseball took his turn in Julie’s pussy, clearly trying to outdo his teammate in speed and ferocity, if not stamina.
Fortunately for Julie, in Phil’s view, Paul finished in Julie’s mouth before the second baseball guy really got running. From the mess of cum and spit dripping down Julie’s chin, Phil guessed she’d had a hard time swallowing while being half-choked. Her mouth no longer stuffed with dick, Julie grunted and moaned while the second baseball guy pounded her. He finished with a roar, adding to the sloppy mess now dripping down Julie’s thighs.
For a moment, Julie was left kneeling on the couch, panting and moaning while cum dripped from her chin and down her legs. The break didn’t last long before Peter, a guy Phil knew from around, stepped up in front of Julie, his hard cock in his hand.
“Julie,” Peter asked, slowly rubbing himself, “you up for more?”
“Yeah,” Julie’s voice was rough, and her breath came in pants, but she had a smile on her face and a wanton gleam in her eyes. “Give it to me.”
“Fuck yeah,” he grinned.
Peter stepped closer and offered his dick to her like treat. Julie took it in the same spirit, licking and sucking Peter’s meat like it was a big pink popsicle. While Julie slobbered over Pete’s cock, some big guy in a beard climbed up on the couch behind her. Grabbing her hips, he pushed in and started humping her with deep, hard thrusts.
Between how hot Julie’s live sex show was and the fact that half the guys were wanking it before they got to her, Phil wasn’t surprised the guys weren’t lasting long. Peter popped first but instead of finishing in her mouth, he pulled out and pumped his load all over her face. A cheer went up from the onlookers at the sight of Julie’s lust-filled face getting painted with ropes of white, sticky cum. The beard guy, with a hard grunt, joined in the action, pulling out at the last minute and spraying his load over Julie’s ass.
Scott replaced Peter in Julie’s mouth, and Frank took the beard guy’s place in her pussy. It wasn’t long before he was spraying his cum over her face and hair. He was followed by a big guy in a football jersey and his buddy, both of whom fed their loads down Julie’s willing throat. Meanwhile, Frank and three of his friends each took turns pounding Julie’s pussy and pumping her full of cum, until it dripped in a white froth down her legs again.
As the last of Frank’s buddies pulled out, another guy stepped up out of the crowd, swigging down a beer. He leered down at Julie’s naked, panting form for a long moment, before kneeling behind her. Phil, expecting the guy to take his turn in Julie’s well-fucked pussy, was a little shocked at what the guy did. Instead of his dick, the guy leaned down and slowly pushed his beer bottle into Julie’s snatch.
“Fuck,” Julie gasped. “What’s that. It’s cold.”
“It’ll warm up soon enough,” the guy replied evenly. “Stay still.”
The mouth of the bottle had already disappeared into Julie’s opening. The guy moved slowly, carefully pushing the bottle’s neck into her, and then slowly removing it again. With slow, almost gentle movement, he fucked Julie’s pussy with the bottle.
“What is it?” Julie asked again, moaning a little.
“Beer bottle,” someone in the crowd answered. “You’re fucking a beer, ya slut.”
“Mmmm,” Julie purred, “that’s actually a first.” She glanced over her shoulder at the guy. “It’s ok, but it’s cold and hard. I’d really prefer something hot and hard.”
“Yeah” the guy said, still sliding his beer bottle in and out of her dripping pussy.
“Fuck me,” Julie moaned. “Fuck my pussy with your cock.”
The guy grinned at her, and pushed the bottle a little deeper and harder into her pussy. Just once to show her who’s boss, Phil thought, since the guy did then pull the bottle out and take its place. The guy started fucking Julie with the same slow, deep strokes he’d used with the bottle.
The bottle itself, Phil could see, was a slimy mess, covered and clogged with cum. The guy seemed to consider it for a moment, then lowered it again, setting the slimy mouth of the bottle between Julie’s ass cheeks. Seeing where this could be going, Phil straightened up. With slow pressure, the guy pressed the bottle against Julie’s ass.
“It’s too big,” Julie moaned.
The guy grinned, rubbing the bottle against her ass and trying to push it in.
“Don’t” Julie said, more firmly. “It won’t fit in my ass. Just fuck me. Please fuck my pussy.”
Laughing, the guy set the bottle aside and started to saw into Julie. Phil relaxed. He’d never known Julie to take it up the ass, and he was glad the guy hadn’t ruined the party by making an issue of it.
There was another break after the beer bottle guy pulled out, his load dripping down Julie’s leg, his slimy cum-covered beer bottle on the table next to her. Everyone just stared. Julie’s face and thighs were dripping with spunk. Her purple hair was matted with sweat and semen. Phil realized he’d lost count of how many guys had fucked Julie in one end or the other.
“My knees need a break,” Julie announced hoarsely. Moving a little stiffly, the hot mess of a slut stretched and shifted, finally sitting down on the couch, in the puddle of cum that had gathered beneath her. Phil wondered obliquely who was going to have to clean up that mess.
“Want a drink?” one of the onlookers asked. He pushed his way to the front, a skinny guy with a bottle of schnapps in one hand and his cock in the other.
“Sure,” Julie said and, to no one’s particular surprise, slurped the skinny guy’s cock into her mouth.
For a woman who had just sucked more dicks and swallowed more cum than Phil could keep track of, her enthusiasm for this latest meat stick seemed unabated. Schnapps guy just chuckled and leaned back, sipping from his bottle while Julie vigorously gobbled his knob. It took her a little work, but inevitably the guy pumped his load into Julie’s warm mouth.
Quickly, Julie sat back and held up her hand toward the guy. Laughing, he handed Julie the bottle. She took a quick swig and made a show of swishing it around, clearly mixing a cum and schnapps cocktail in her mouth and gulping it down.
“Thanks,” Julie said amid the laughter and cheers of the onlookers. “Who’s next? Rob, Dan, I see you guys.”
“Hey Julie,” Dan grinned, clearly somewhat embarrassed to be caught in the audience.
“Come on,” Julie grinned, spreading her legs to reveal her wet, matted, dripping pussy, “I’ve seen how you guys look at me.”
“I can’t,” Dan said, shaking his head but unable to take his eyes off her. Even as a clearly well-fucked, cum covered mess, Julie looked almost too hot to pass up.
“No?” Julie pouted, “What about you Rob?”
“I would love to,” Rob answered, stepping up and leering at her, “but damn it Julie, my wife would kill me if I fucked you.”
“Mine too,” Dan nodded in agreement.
“Really?” Julie pouted, “Poor guys, your wives won’t let you fuck me.”
“Most wives wouldn’t,” someone shouted from the crowd.
“We just can’t,” Rob signed, staring at Julie’s big tits.
“Does she let you jerk off?” Julie asked with a sly grin.
“Yeah,” Rob replied with an answering grin.
“Do you look at naked women when you jerk off?” Julie asked, slipping one hand between her legs and bringing the other up to cup one of her naked, sticky tits.
“Yeah, I jerk off to porn,” Rob admitted, slowly unzipping his pants and pulling out his stiff cock.
“What about you, Dan?” Julie purred, one finger working in the sloppy mess of her pussy while the other squeezed her own nipple. “Do you like to watch a woman playing with herself while you jerk off?”
“Fuck,” Dan moaned.
“No, no,” Julie chided, “No fucking for you. Mmmm, but you can jerk off while you watch a naked woman play with herself. Your wife wouldn’t mind that, would she?”
Quickly, Dan pulled himself from his pants. Phil watched, grinning, as the two faithfully married men beat their meat over Julie’s naked body in front of a crowd of onlookers. Julie moaned and purred, touching herself and vamping like crazy while the guys furiously wanked themselves.
“I’m going to cum,” Dan practically screamed.
“Do it,” Julie purred. “Cum on me. Cum on my face. Cum on my tits.”
“Fuck!” Dan spasmed, raining spray after spray of semen down on Julie, covering her face and tits just like she’d asked.
Rob followed quickly, adding his own coating of white goo to Julie’s heavy tits.
“Wow, boys,” Julie sighed, rubbing her hands through the white mess covering her tits. “Those were some big loads. Thanks.”
“Hey Julie,” Phil said, finally walking over to her.”
“Hey you,” she grinned at him. “I’d wondered where you’d gotten to.”
“I’m surprised you even remembered,” Phil leered at her.
“You started this,” she grinned.
“Well, I’m ready for my turn,” he grinned, kneeling between her legs.
“Waited for sloppy seconds?” Julie smirked.
“More like sloppy tenths, you slut,” Phil groaned, thrusting his cock into her wet opening.
She was practically fucked out, stretched and sloppy with who knew how many loads. Her body was covered in sticky spunk. He leaned away from her, so the only place they touched was the loose, soaked hole of her open pussy. Even then, Phil knew he wasn’t going to last. The idea of fucking some other guy’s slut wife, after she’d done an entire room full of guys, turned him on like he wouldn’t believe. For a moment, Phil thought as he hammered away at her abused pussy, he understood why Glen didn’t voice any objections to his wife’s whoring around. In that moment, he was pushed over the edge, adding his own cum to the soup dripping down her slutty legs.
Julie smiled as Phil staggered away.
“That was fun,” she grinned. “Now, can someone give me a ride home?”
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Quietly, Julie opened the door and slipped into her house. It was dark and silent. Given how late it was, she was pretty sure her husband must be in bed by now, but it wouldn’t have been the first time she’d been wrong about that.
The pretty young woman knelt to set down the heels she’d carried, rather than worn, for fear of the noise they made when she walked.
“Now that’s nice,” a gruff voice behind her said.
“Quiet,” Julie whispered, glancing over her shoulder. In the doorway stood the big, burly form of the guy who’d driven her home, Mat she thought his name was.
“Why?” Mat leered, stepping inside.
“My husband’s asleep,” Julie hissed, looking up. She started to rise, but Mat’s big hand fell on her shoulder, firmly holding her down on her knees in front of him.
“Husband?” Mat chuckled. “You sure the fuck didn’t act like you had a husband at the party.”
“He didn’t feel like coming,” Julie started.
“Ha, you sure did,” Mat leered down at her, his firm hands kneading her shoulder. “You were cumming all over the place.”
“Quiet down,” Julie hissed again.
“What, doesn’t your husband know you’re a little cock hungry slut?” Mat growled. “You don’t you want him to know you spent the night on your knees, waving your naked little ass around? You don’t want him to know how many cocks you sucked and fucked tonight?”
“Please,” Julie looked up at him, pleading.
“Take off your clothes,” Mat ordered. “I want to see your slutty body.”
Shivering, Julie quickly stripped off her halter top and short jean shorts. She knelt, naked, in front of Mat. Her full breasts swung free, her large nipples jutting out from their pale curves. Her firm belly sloped down to her strong thighs, and the wet tangle of fair hair between them.
“What’s that crusty stuff on your boobs, cock-slut?” Mat asked roughly.
“Cum,” Julie whispered.
“What?” Mat asked more loudly.
“Please,” Julie begged. “It’s cum, sir. My slutty tits are covered in dried cum.”
“How’d you get cum on your tits, slut?” Mat grinned.
“Rob and Dan jerked off on my tits, sir,” Julie blushed. “And I think it was Scott who came on my face. Some of his cum dripped onto my tits. Paul, I think, came in in my mouth but I couldn’t swallow it. So his cum got all over my chin and my tits too.”
“You sucked off four guys?” Mat laughed.
“No, sir,” Julie moaned. “Those are just the ones whose cum got on my tits, sir. Chris and Lou and Peter, and that big guy with the football jersey and his friend and that guy who had the schnapps… they all came in my mouth but I swallowed. My husband said I should try to swallow when a man cums in my mouth.”
“Did he?” Mat laughed. “I bet he would love how well you learned that lesson. So you had what, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine… nine cocks in your mouth tonight already?”
“No, sir,” Julie said meekly. “I sucked Phil too, but he came in my pussy.”
“So you just let one guy fuck you,” Mat sneered.
“Oh no, sir,” Julie blushed. “I sucked and fucked Phil but also Charlie and Steve, those two guys in baseball caps, and the guy with the beard, and Frank and his three friends, and that guy who did that thing with the beer bottle, they all fucked my pussy.”
“Things with the beer bottle,” Mat laughed. “I missed that. What did he do with the beer bottle?”
“He fucked me with it,” Julie moaned. “Then he tried to put it in my ass while he fucked my pussy, but he couldn’t.”
“So you sucked and fucked twenty guys and a beer bottle?”
“Yes, sir,” Julie whimpered. “At least, I think so, sir. It’s hard to keep track sometimes. They fucked me so hard and I came so much, and sometimes there was a cock in my mouth when the guys came in my pussy, so I didn’t always see who entered me next. There were so many hard cocks and so much cum. My pussy is still dripping and I’m so sore.”
“God, you are such a slut,” Mat groaned, rubbing his hard cock through his jeans. “And your husband is home in bed while you play cum-dump.”
“He didn’t want to go out tonight,” Julie said, “please, I don’t want to wake him.”
“OK, cock-slut,” Mat leered, “here’s what you’re going to do. You’re going to suck my cock and then maybe I won’t wake up your husband and tell him his little wife is the local cum-dump.”
With that Mat unzipped his jeans and hauled out his thick, hard cock, waving it lewdly in Julie’s face. The pretty blonde moaned and reached out for it.
“Damn slut,” Mat laughed. “All that dick-meat and you still want more?”
“Yes,” Julie sighed, licking his long shaft from base to tip and swirling her tongue across his hard tip. “Yes, I want more. I want to suck your cock. I want your cum.”
“Shit,” Mat groaned. Reaching out, the big man took hold of Julie’s head and pulled her face down onto his shaft.
Kneeling in the entry of her house, the door still open to the street, the naked wife vigorously bobbed her head up and down, moaning and slobbering over the long hard cock in front of her.
“Fuck, you can suck cock, bitch,” Mat groaned, pumping his meat between Julie’s wet lips.
Julie grabbed his legs and let herself be rocked back and forth by his thrusts. Grunting, Mat plunged his cock into her mouth, fucking her face like he would a pussy. With a deep, loud groan he suddenly pulled out and sprayed hot, sticky cum over Julie’s gasping face. Thick, white goo splattered over her nose, her cheeks and into her fine hair. Grunting and moaning, Mat plastered her face with cum then pushed his shaft back into her mouth. Slowly, Julie sucked the last of his load from his shaft, letting the thick cream drip down her chin, onto her heaving tits.
“Hope your husband’s a deep sleeper, slut,” Mat laughed as he tucked his slick cock away and zippered up. Still chuckling, he turned and walked away, leaving Julie kneeling in front of the open door, his cum sliding down her flushed face.
“So, fun party?” Glen smiled as Julie, naked and still covered in cum, flipped on the bedroom light.
“You are still up,” Julie laughed. “How can I wake you if you’re always still up?”
“Sorry,” he said, looking his naked, sticky, well-fucked wife up and down.
“How much did you hear?” she asked.
“If I told you that, I’d have a harder time getting you to tell me again,” Glen smirked. “But from what I heard it sounds like you had a wild night.”
“Gods yes,” Julie smirked, wiping spunk from her face and licking her fingers. “I got fucked every which way.”
“Tell me all about it,” her husband laughed. “I want to hear all about my little performing cum slut’s exploits.”
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"I'm just saying," Dan said quietly, "conference sex is a thing."
"Geez, honey," Jenn rolled her eyes. "It's a work conference, not one of your pervy fantasies."
The airport crowds flowed around the young couple, people drifting in and out of shops and food stands or making their way to the security lines that stood between them and their flights.
"Why can't it be both?" Dan grinned.
"Perv," Jenn growled, but she knew wouldn't have him any other way.
"All I'm saying is..." Dan started.
"... that if some guy tries to pick me up at the hotel bar, you're ok with me *fucking* him," Jenn whispered hotly. She couldn't deny the flutter in her stomach, or perhaps a bit lower down, the thrill at the very idea.
"Well..." Dan flushed.
"You're a perv," Jenn replied with an amused grin. "Have fun with the house to yourself. Try not to spend the whole time I'm gone jerking off to porn."
"No promises," Dan grinned back.
<<<>>>
"You can do this," Jenn told herself, nervously, tugging at the hemline of the slinky black dress. "You want to do this. It will be fun."
She was fairly certain buying the little dress in the first place had been Dan's idea. He'd said she would look hot in it. Considering her reflection in the hotel room mirror, Jenn had to admit he had a point. The dress's little spaghetti straps left her shoulders bare, showing off her fair skin down to the swell of her breasts - not huge, but not bad, she thought. The dress clung to her curves, emphasizing the tight belly she worked hard to maintain. The hemline was worrying. It was low enough to be decent, but seriously bordered on slutty. Tugging the hem down had helped a little, until she noticed that her tits were now in danger of popping out the top.
With a sign, she gave it up. Grabbing her little clutch purse, she walked out of the hotel room before she changed her mind.
With a grin, she pulled her phone out of her purse. After all, half the point of doing this was to give Dan a thrill, and she couldn't do that if she didn't keep him in the loop. As she walked down the hotel hall, she hit speed dial.
"Hi, honey. How's the conference?" Dan answered.
"Boring seminars, pushy vendors, the usual," Jenn said breezily.
"Having fun?" Dan sounded amused.
"Oh yeah," Jenn replied, dripping sarcasm. "I just love it. What are you up to?"
"Oh, you know... wild party, drinking, smoking pot, a bunch of naked coeds in the hot-tub begging to suck me off," Dan lied.
Laughing, Jenn rolled her eyes. "You're bored and watching late-night TV, aren't you?"
"How did you know?" Dan asked.
"We don't have a hot-tub," Jenn pointed out.
"Fair point," Dan conceded. "What are you up to?"
"Well..." Jenn hesitated, suddenly nervous again.
"What are you doing?" The sound of Dan's excitement was like ice and fire in her veins.
"I thought I'd go down to the hotel bar," Jenn replied, trying to sound nonchalant.
"Looking for a guy?" Dan said, teasing.
"Perv," Jenn laughed, feeling that low-down flutter. "I'm meeting some friends for drinks... but..."
"But what?" Dan said slowly.
"Remember that little black dress you liked?" Jenn replied.
"Yes?"
With a wicked grin, Jenn noticed a mirror in the hallway. Striking as sultry a pose as she could, she snapped off pic with her phone and sent it.
"Wow." His response was breathless.
"I thought you'd get a kick out of that," Jenn teased, thrilled that his response was everything she'd wanted. She didn't, however, expect what came next... though in retrospect, she knew she probably should have.
"Are you wearing panties?" Dan asked.
"Yes... perv," Jenn replied, with a nervous laugh. Admittedly, the little black thong she had on under the dress wasn't much, but it was there.
"Take 'em off," Dan said.
"No," Jenn gasped, shocked.
"Take your panties off," Dan insisted.
"No," Jenn replied breathlessly. "You know how short this dress is."
"Off. Right now."
"Right... Dan, I'm in a hallway. I can't." Jenn laughed shakily. In fact, she'd reached the elevators at the end of the hall. Sure, it was empty now but someone could arrive at any moment. She could see herself reflected in the mirrored surface of the elevators doors, sexy in a slinky dress.
Dan said nothing. He was just waiting, she knew, daring her to do it, to step the game up one more notch. The little low-down flutter had become a full, rolling wave... a sultry, hot, wet wave.
Before she could lose her nerve, she reached up under the little dress and quickly pulled off her thong. Glancing at her reflection, she saw that, in the process, the perilously short hemline of her dress had been pushed from slutty to indecent. Flush with excitement, she pulled her dress up to allow an unobstructed peek at her pussy, snapped a quick pic of her reflection and sent it to Dan.
"Beautiful," Dan panted over the phone.
"I'll call you later, perv." Jenn's voice was husky to her own ears as she hung up.
A second later the elevator dinged and the doors open.
Jenn stood frozen, feeling sudden empathy for the proverbial deer caught in headlights. Despite her desperate desire to squeak and pull her dress down, she didn't move.
Two men, plainly attendees at the same conference, stepped from the elevator, glancing at her with polite smiles. Both men froze suddenly. She saw their eyes widen as they took her in, her slinky black dress, her heaving cleavage, her hiked up skirt and the neatly trimmed landing strip of her naked pussy.
Red-faced, one of the men looked quickly away and walked on past. The other man hesitated for a moment, drinking in the sight of her. Under his hot gaze, Jenn felt a surge of unmistakable desire. She made no move to cover herself. She didn't want to.
"Good evening," the man said with a grin and then walked past her.
Breathing heavily, Jenn stepped into the elevator and pushed the button for the lobby. It wasn't until she noticed her reflection the door again that she finally moved to fix her dress.
<<<>>>
Like what U C perv? Jenn's heart was racing as she fired off the text message to Dan, thinking about the picture she'd just sent.
After inadvertently flashing the two men at the elevator, Jenn had been unable to concentrate on hanging out with her friends - really coworkers attending the conference with her. The talk, griping about work, supervisors and spouses, was all the same talk they had back home.
Jenn's mind had kept wandering back to the elevator, to the looks the two men had given her as she stood there, bottomless. She couldn't shake the idea that Dan would love to hear about it, would probably ask why she hadn't fucked one of them. She thought about the second man, the long, hungry look he had given her, and wondered what she would have said, what she would have done, if he'd propositioned her.
Finally, distracted from the banal chatter, she'd gotten up and gone over to the bar. Sitting at a bar stool, she'd felt her slinky black rise wickedly higher, felt the cool air teasing her naked thighs, and wondered how many of the guys were trying to peek up her skirt. That idea had started another wicked thought that grew in her mind until she had finally decided to give into it.
As nonchalantly as possible, she'd taken out her phone, held it down by her knees and spread her legs. A quick click, and she'd taken a picture of her exposed pussy in a bar full of men, a picture which was now on its way to Dan along with her teasing text. She knew he'd love it.
Glancing around the bar, she wondered if anyone had seen.
After a few minutes, Dan hadn't replied to her text. She was disappointed before she realized the time difference might mean he hadn't seen it. She fired off another.
JENN: U up? Haha
Still no reply.
"Excuse me, miss."
Jenn jumped as the man's voice broke through her distraction.
"Can I buy you a drink?" he asked, with a friendly smile.
His name was Tim. He was staying at the hotel, attending the same conference she was. They talked for a while about the day's seminars, their respective workplaces, the hotel in general. Tim was friendly, flirty without being pushy, and Jenn found herself relaxing and enjoying herself. After a while, when Tim turned his attention to the bartender to refresh their drinks, she fired off another text to Dan, teasing that a guy had gotten her a drink.
"Good phone," Tim said, looking back at her.
"It's OK," Jenn shrugged.
"Did the picture come out?" Tim said nonchalantly.
"Picture?" Jenn felt suddenly hot and cold all at once. "What picture?"
The bartender choose that moment to call Tim over, leaving Jenn shivering briefly in shock. She quickly fired off another text to Dan: OMG I think he saw me take that pic!
By the time Tim got back, apologizing and explaining that there had been some error with his credit card, Jenn had managed to regain the appearance of calm, though her heart was pounding.
"So," she said, trying to sound cool. "You saw me take a picture."
"Maybe just a peek, really," Tim admitted with a barely hidden grin.
"Really?" Jenn drawled, teasing.
Tim just grinned, trying unsuccessfully to hide a glance down at her thighs. Jenn fidgeted in her seat.
"So, who was it for?" Tim asked. "The picture. Was it for someone?"
"My guy back home," Jenn admitted, feeling oddly relaxed about it suddenly. "Dan. He has these fantasies. I thought I'd indulge him a little."
"Fantasies of you flashing at a bar?" Tim grinned.
"Among other things," Jenn confessed, blushing.
"Really?" Tim focused on his drink.
Jenn leaned closer to him, speaking more softly. "Dan told me to take off my panties, before I came down to the bar."
Tim's eyes flashed back down to her thighs again. "Did he? Had you leave them in your room."
"No," Jenn said slowly. "They're in my purse. He had me take them off in the hallway."
"He wants you to get seen, does he?" Tim's gaze rose to lock with Jenn's eyes. She felt a flush of heat rising in her cheeks and spreading down her neck.
"Well, I did take a picture of my pussy in a bar full of people for him," she said.
"How far do you want to go?" Tim's voice was low, husky.
"What did you have in mind?" Jenn felt the blush spreading down her chest.
"Give me your phone," Tim grinned.
Slowly, Jenn slide it over. Grinning, Tim picked the phone up and took a couple of steps back.
"Give ol' Dan a thrill," Tim said.
Heart pounding, Jenn glanced around, looking at the other people around the bar. What the hell, she thought and spread her legs again on the barstool, exposing her bare pussy to Tim's gaze, and the gaze of anyone else who happened to look over. As Tim raised the phone to snap a pic, Jenn threw caution to the wind. With a quick motion, she grabbed the top of her slinky dress and pulled it down, flashing a naked tit too. Tim clicked the picture and stepped quickly back toward her.
Hastily, Jenn covered herself again. Her heart was racing, and she was sure that blush covered her entire chest. The heat of it seemed to reach down toward the heat rising from her thighs. She wondered if Tim had noticed how wet her pussy was.
Taking her phone back, she looked at the picture and smiled. Quickly, she sent it to Dan. She wondered if he would see it before morning.
"There you go," Tim said smirking. "That ought to give ol' Dan what he wants."
"Not even," Jenn laughed.
"Really?" Tim looked intrigued. Leaning closer to her, he continued quietly, "You just flashed your tit -very nice tit, by the way - to like half the guys in this bar and at least a few of them will have noticed the 'no panties' bit too. What more does your guy want?"
"Well," Jenn said, leaning closer too, until their faces were almost touching. "He has this fantasy."
"What fantasy," Tim breathed.
"He wants me to... fuck... another guy," Jenn's breath was coming in shallow gasps. "Like, here, at the conference. For real. Basically, he's a perv. Crazy, right?"
"Crazy," Tim agreed.
For a moment they just sat, their faces so close together. Jenn wondered if he was going kiss her.
"What do you think?" Tim asked finally.
"About what?" Jenn was puzzled.
"About his fantasy."
"I think..." Jenn paused. "I think I like it. I think... maybe I might do it. If I find the right guy."
"Well," Tim leaned back suddenly, settling back in his seat. "If you find him, I'm sure you won't have any trouble convincing him."
"Really," Jenn said, looking flatly at him. "Because I think maybe he might not be interested."
"Not possible," Tim said. "If a beautiful, intelligent woman like you asked... I bet almost any guy here would jump at the chance."
"You, sir, are a charmer and a gentleman," Jenn grinned.
"Well, I try," Tim admitted with a smirk.
"I am going back to my room now," Jenn said.
"Well, good night."
"Really? That's all? 'Good night'?"
"Well..."
"I am all alone here. My guy - the perv who wants me to fuck another guy, you recall - is all the way on the other side of the country. I have... no panties on and I am very... very horny. It seems to me that a gentleman would escort me back to my room. After all, anything could happen... anything."
<<<>>>
Jenn's hands shook as she fumbled to pull her hotel keycard from her purse.
After her sultry almost-invitation in the bar, the ride up in the elevator had been oddly quiet. Tim had been calm, flashing his flirty smile but nothing more. Letting her take the lead, Jenn realized. She couldn't believe how nervous she felt. After all, she was only inviting a strange man she had just met at a conference up to her hotel room for sex because her guy... ok, she admitted, she could believe how nervous she was. What she couldn't believe was how excited she was, or how hard it was to take that stupid plastic card out of her purse.
She jumped slightly when Tim's hand closed gently over her arm.
"You don't have to do this, you know," he said softly.
With that, her nervousness vanished as if it had never been. Slowly Jenn turned, her body brushing against Tim's as she reached up and kissed him. Her lips softly explored his. His arms closed around her, holding her firmly.
"I want to," she breathed.
His arms tightened around her, pulling her against him, kissing her with growing passion. She could feel his growing hardness pressing against her.
"What do you want?" he said teasingly.
"I want you to fuck me," Jenn panted.
Tim dragged her mouth back to his, his lips and tongue hungrily exploring hers. His hands roamed over her back, reaching downward to cup her ass. Jenn moaned against him. She felt him pulling up the hem of her slinky little dress, felt his hands squeezing her naked ass, there in the hotel hallway. Her entire body quivered with desire.
Pushing away enough to speak again, Jenn panted, "Let me... oohhh... let me open the door."
Squirming in Tim's embrace, she managed to turn enough to face the door again and clawed at her purse for the keycard. Tim's hands continued to explore her body, squeezing her ass, rubbing along her side and her belly, reaching up to cup her breast. She managed to get the keycard out of her purse around the same time he pulled her dress down to expose her tits. His hard cock ground against her bare ass. She groaned as his fingers flicked over her sensitive nipple.
"If you don't let me get this door open," Jenn moaned, "we are going to end up fucking in the hall."
"Bet ol' Dan would love that," Tim muttered as he kissed her neck, his roaming fingers reaching around to brush along the wet folds of her naked pussy.
Jenn groaned in response, forcing the keycard into the door and practically running inside as it finally opened.
"Oh my god. This is so crazy," Jenn laughed as she heard the door swing close behind her. Unconsciously, her hands slid up her sides, moving to smooth her shirt.
"Don't you dare," Tim chuckled.
"What?" Jenn glanced over her shoulder at him, feeling a nervous flutter as she realized she was alone, in her hotel room, with him.
"Don't fix your dress," Tim said. "Looks good just the way it is."
"With my ass hanging out, you mean," Jenn smiled, her hands sliding down to cup her butt.
"Exactly," Tim grinned. "You have a very nice ass."
"You like it?" Jenn asked teasingly. "It's not too big?"
"Your ass is firm and round. You have a beautiful ass," Tim replied. "Give me your phone."
"My phone?" Jenn puzzled at the non-sequitur.
"Well, I could take a picture with mine..." Tim said, reaching into his pocket.
"Oh, no," Jenn replied, digging into her purse and tossing her phone to him. "That's how embarrassing pictures end up on the internet."
"Precisely," Tim said, snapping a quick pic. "I mean, you wouldn't want to do anything crazy."
"Absolutely not," Jenn laughed, cupping her ass and bending over slightly. "I am a very respectable woman, after all. I would never do anything wild or out of control. You know that, right?" She grinned as she looked back him, spreading her legs a little more.
"Of course not," Tim nodded seriously. "And, after all, you're in a committed relationship so clearly you wouldn't want anyone to think you did anything inappropriate. Now turn around, so I can see your tits."
Still laughing, Jenn turned, arching her back to show off her breasts. She couldn't believe she was doing this, standing in her hotel room, her slinky dress bunched up around her waist, letting a strange man snap pictures of her bare ass and tits... and pussy, she realized. Her smile faded as her breath quickened. Her eyes met Tim's and she saw, behind his joking and grins, a desire that reflected her own.
For a long moment, they just stood there, facing each other across the room. Slowly, her eyes fixed on Tim's, Jenn slid the slinky dress's tiny spaghetti straps from her shoulders. She pushed the bunched fabric of the dress down past her hips, letting it slip down her legs to pool around her feet. Finally, she stepped out of her heels and took a step toward him.
"You're gorgeous," Tim said huskily, then his teasing grin appeared again as he snapped another pic.
"More pictures?" Jenn shook her head.
"Well, I bet ol' Dan will get a thrill out of them," Tim replied lightly.
"All right," Jenn said, stepping closer, moving quickly to hide her nervousness. "Let's take some pictures that will give him a real thrill."
With firm deliberation, before she could chicken out, Jenn grabbed hold of Tim's slacks, undid the button and dropped to her knees in front of him.
"Take some pictures that will really drive him wild," she said, forcing down Tim's zipper and pulling his pants down.
"Oh my god," she breathed softly as Tim's dick jumped free of his boxers. Even only semi-erect, it was long, thick and veiny, plainly different from Dan's. So what, Jenn thought to herself as she wrapped quivering fingers around the thickening shaft. She'd seen other dicks. She'd held other dicks, but never a stranger's, and never while she was with another guy.
Above her, Tim groaned in pleasure and that, it seemed, was enough to finally settle her nerves. Smiling, she looked up at him, at his face glazed with desire as she stroked his length. She looked up at the camera lens of her phone. Dan wanted this, she thought. He'd said so often enough. She'd sucked dick plenty of times before, she thought as her lips closed around Tim's thick tip. This time Tim would get to enjoy her mouth, enjoy her tongue swirling around him, and later Dan would get to enjoy seeing the pictures of his long, thick hard cock as it disappeared between her lips.
"Oh, yes, that's so good," Tim moaned.
Jenn quivered with desire. She felt nasty, kneeling there naked, eagerly bobbing her head up and down Tim's cock while he continued to take occasional pictures.
"So good," Tim moaned again. "Oh yeah, so good. Fuck."
"Yes," Jenn purred, keeping her lips against Tim's thick cock. "I want you to fuck me. Fuck me, Tim."
Groaning, Tim pulled his cock from her warm mouth. His strong hands grabbed her shoulders and lifted Jenn to her feet. She shivered with excitement as he pushed her slowly backward toward the bed.
"This what you want?" Tim growled, his eyes intense.
"Yes," Jenn panted. "I want this."
"You like sucking my cock?" Tim's hands firmly cupped Jenn's heaving tits, squeezing and caressing them. She moaned as he roughly played with her sensitive nipples.
"Yes," Jenn gasped. "You have such a nice, big cock. I love sucking your cock. Now I want you to fuck me. Fuck me with your nice, big cock, Tim."
She cried out as Tim pushed her roughly down onto the bed. Like an animal, he pounced over her. She moaned as his mouth latched onto her tits, roughly sucking and nipping at her sensitive mounds.
"Oh, Tim," Jenn gasped as he kissed and bit down her side. "Hey, not so... oh, wow... oh... oh... Oh. My. God!" She cried out as he buried his face in her pussy. She arched her hips to meet him as his tongue parted her wet lips and lashed furiously against her clit. "Oh my god, oh my god, ohmygod! Yes, there. Yes, yes, yes, yes. Oh. Oooohhhh, myyyy, God!"
Jenn's whole body arched in pleasure, quivering as her shockingly sudden orgasm ripped through her. She collapsed, panting, onto the bed.
Shivering, she looked up to see Tim looming over her, tossing the last of his clothes away. Out of a staid business suit, he looked powerful, muscular and wild. His long, thick cock stood proudly against his hard abs.
"Tell me," he growled. "Tell me what you want."
"I want..." Jenn gasped. "I want you to fuck me. Please, fuck me."
He pushed closer, holding his cock in one hand as he guided it toward her dripping pussy. In the other hand...
"My phone?" Jenn giggled.
"I want ol' Dan to see this," Tim said firmly. "I want your pervy guy to see the moment, the exact moment, my cock... a stranger's cock... enters his woman. I want the perv to have this to jerk to... his Jenn's beautiful pussy taking another man's.... cock!"
Jenn moaned as his tip entered her, parting her lips and stretching her slowly open. She shivered at his words, and at the nasty, wicked feeling of his strange cock inside her. She was doing it, she realized. She was letting a strange man fuck her. Her whole body arched up to meet him as his long shaft slowly filled her.
"Yeah," Tim groaned. "He's going to like seeing this."
"Put the phone down," Jenn purred. "Put that fucking phone away and fuck me."
"Is that what you want?" Tim smiled wickedly, lightly tossing Jenn's phone aside.
"Yes." She looked at him, thrilling to the hungry look in his eyes. "Yes, I want you to fuck me."
Tim slowly pulled his cock back, until only the tip rested just within her dripping pussy. "You want a guy you just met to fuck you. A stranger, to fill you up with his cock."
"Yes." Jenn writhed under him. "Yes, fuck me now."
She gasped as Tim grabbed her waist. Her eyes locked on his as her body arched toward him. With a grunt, he thrust into her, filling her up with one swift motion. Their hips rocked together, her wet folds opening to receive him deep inside her.
Jenn's whole body tingled as he thrust into her again and again, deep, steady, powerful thrusts that filled her over and over. She reveled in the feeling and the unshakable thought of how wicked this was. Wild, carnal pleasure climbed through her, exploding as she came again.
"Oh my god!" she cried out, shaking as her body convulsed around his thrusting member. "Are you... still going?"
"I'm not finished," Tim grinned, continuing to slide slowly inside her. "Not by a long shot."
"Oh... my... god..." Jenn moaned, wrapping her legs around his waist and pulling him deeper into her.
She let herself go, moaning and crying out with wild, forbidden pleasure. Throughout, she kept her eyes on him, watching his unfamiliar body moving over hers, staring into his stranger's face has he grunted and thrust into her. Lust and pleasure climbed, peaked again with her desperate cries, and madly started to climb once more.
Suddenly, Tim paused in his seemly tireless fucking. "What's that?"
"What?" Jenn panted. It took a moment for her to realize that a new sound had been intruding on the moaning, grunting and slapping of flesh against flesh. A musical, birdlike chiming sound. It took another moment for Jenn to recognize the sound. "Oh, it's my phone."
"Seriously?" Tim pushed himself slowly back inside her. "Someone's calling you now?"
"Text alert," Jenn gasped. "Probably.... ooohhhh... Dan."
"Dan? Ol' Dan!?" Tim laughed.
Jenn groaned as Tim quickly pulled himself from her body. She felt shockingly empty, without him inside her. She was relieved to see that Tim staggered slightly as he stood. She watched, amused at the sight of his thick cock bobbing ahead of him as he fumbled around on the floor, grabbing her phone.
"Hey, we missed a few," Tim grinned down at her phone. "Text from Dan: 'Hot pic."
"Oh my god," Jenn buried her face in her hands, wondering which of the many naughty pics her guy was talking about.
"'You naughty tease'," Tim read out.
"Give it to me." Jenn reached out for the phone.
"'Fell asleep. You have fun flashing the bar?'," Tim read. "Poor guy, he's missed all the fun. Should I send him some of our new pics?"
"No!" Jenn gasped. "Give me my phone."
"'You still up?'," Tim chuckled. "I certainly am," he added, flexing his raging hard cock.
"Give it to me!" Jenn reached out for her phone.
"Damn right I will," Tim grinned, leaping back onto the bed.
Jenn squealed as he flipped her over onto her belly and dropped himself onto her back. She felt his slick, hard cock pressing between her thighs.
"Not what I meant." Her gasp turned into a groan as he penetrated her again.
"Here," Tim said into her ear. "You should really answer him." He started thrusting again, even harder and more passionate than before.
The phone dropped in front of Jenn's face.
"Go on, answer him." Tim grunted, pounding into her.
Fumbling, Jenn grabbed her phone and tried to type out a reply.
JENN: CEnt tAlk call pater
Tim was driving fiercely into her now. Her whole body shook from the force of him in her. Tim was going wild, she realized, at the thought of her being on the phone with Dan while he fucked her. That idea, and his powerful thrusts, sent her own pleasure spiraling upward. She was dimly aware of the phone chiming again and again.
DAN: U drunk lol?
DAN: Jenn?
DAN: U ok?
DAN: JENN?!?
She knew she had to respond with something. Desperately, she tried to cling to the phone long enough to type out a reply.
JENN: C a 'll later
JENN: nifht
With that she pushed the phone away and thrust back to meet Tim's thrusting cock. Another orgasm crashed over her and Tim roared over her, driving his strange cock deep inside her.
<<<>>>
Jenn stared at the empty hotel bar.
Other conference attendees moved through the lobby, heading for the morning seminars.
She was sure that Tim was among them, but she didn't know where. He'd left during the night... after... One part of her mind shied away from the thought, but at the same she felt a tingle across her skin... her nipples... her pussy.
She looked down at her phone. It felt hot in her hand. She hadn't dared to open the picture folder yet. She had to get it over with. She wondered if she would really dare to say anything when the time came. Her fingers shook as she pressed Dan's speed dial.
"Hi, honey," Dan answered brightly.
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"I'm just saying," Dan said quietly, "conference sex is a thing."
"Geez, honey," Jenn rolled her eyes. "It's a work conference, not one of your pervy fantasies."
The airport crowds flowed around the young couple, people drifting in and out of shops and food stands or making their way to the security lines that stood between them and their flights.
"Why can't it be both?" Dan grinned.
"Perv," Jenn growled, but the twinkle in her eye betrayed her amusement.
"All I'm saying is..." Dan started.
"... that if some guy tries to pick me up at the hotel bar, you're ok with me *fucking* him," Jenn whispered hotly.
"Well..." Dan flushed.
"You're a perv," Jenn replied with an amused grin. "Have fun with the house to yourself. Try not to spend the whole time I'm gone jerking off to porn."
"No promises," Dan grinned back.
<<<>>>
Lounging on the couch, Dan let the late night TV wash over him. He smiled when his phone rang.
"Hi, honey. How's the conference?" he said as he answered it.
"Boring seminars, pushy vendors, the usual," Jenn replied.
"Having fun?" Dan chuckled.
"Oh yeah," Jenn's sarcasm practically dripped through the phone. "I just love it. What are you up to?"
"Oh, you know... wild party, drinking, smoking pot, a bunch of naked coeds in the hot-tub begging to suck me off." Dan stretched out on the couch.
"You're bored and watching late-night TV, aren't you?" Jenn laughed.
"How did you know?" Dan asked.
"We don't have a hot-tub," Jenn pointed out.
"Fair point," Dan conceded. "What are you up to?"
"Well..." Jenn hesitated teasingly.
"What are you doing?" Dan perked up.
"I thought I'd go down to the hotel bar," Jenn replied.
"Looking for a guy?" Dan teased.
"Perv," Jenn laughed. "I'm meeting some friends for drinks... but..."
"But what?" Dan sat up slowly.
"Remember that little black dress you liked?" Jenn replied.
"Yes?"
There was a long pause, and Dan's phone chimed to announce an incoming picture. Glancing down he saw Jenn, standing in what was clearly a hotel hallway, reflected in a mirror. Her dark hair hung loose around her pretty face and brushed her shoulders, bare except for the spaghetti straps of the little black dress. It clung to her curves, emphasizing her fair skin, the swell of her breasts, her tight belly. The hemline lay just low enough to avoid being totally slutty but high enough to suggest wicked thoughts. Dan's breath caught in his throat. His sudden hard-on was almost painful.
"Wow," he breathed.
"I thought you'd get a kick out of that," Jenn's voice teased through the phone.
"Are you wearing panties?" Dan wondered aloud.
"Yes," Jenn laughed, adding, "perv."
"Take 'em off," Dan said.
"No," Jenn gasped, plainly shocked.
"Take your panties off," Dan insisted.
"No," Jenn replied breathlessly. "You know how short this dress is."
"Off. Right now."
"Right... Dan, I'm in a hallway. I can't." Jenn laughed shakily.
Dan said nothing, waiting. There was silence on the other end of the line. After a long pause, his phone chimed again.
Jenn stood, reflected against the mirrored doors of a hotel elevator, a tangle of thin, black fabric gripped in one hand. Her dress was hiked up just high enough to offer a teasing peek at her neatly trimmed pussy.
"Beautiful," Dan breathed.
"I'll call you later." Jenn's voice was husky. "Perv."
<<<>>>
"Damn time zones," Dan muttered to himself.
It was either terribly late or hideously early. He'd fallen asleep on the couch to the drone of the television, alternately watching old movies on Netflix and entertaining himself with fantasies of what Jenn, panty-less in her slinky black dress, might be getting up to.
The last thing she'd said was that she would call later.
Rubbing bleary eyes, Dan glanced at his phone.
There were several messages from Jenn.
The first was another picture that made him instantly, painfully, hard again. The picture, shot up below the hem of her little black dress, showed Jen's naked pussy, wet and puffy, between her two long fair legs. She must have been sitting on a barstool, her legs parted, holding her phone down by her knees.
JENN: Like what U C perv?
JENN: U up? Haha
JENN: Guy got me a drink.
JENN: OMG I think he saw me take that pic!
The last message was another picture, this one of Jenn sitting on a barstool, smiling, a drink in one hand while her other hand pulled her top down just far enough to flash a bare, hard nipple at the camera. Her legs were again spread, flashing her pussy too.
It took a moment for the significance of the picture to register in Dan's mind. She had a drink in one hand and was flashing a tit with the other. Someone else was holding the camera. Someone who had seen her take that upskirt pic. Someone who had bought her a drink. Someone who had snapped a pic of Jenn flashing her tit and pussy in a hotel bar.
The last picture had been received more than an hour ago.
Dan felt a strange twist in his stomach, nerves and maybe jealousy. At the same time, his dick was achingly hard.
His hands shook as he started to type out: Who took that? His finger hovered over the send button, then slowly he deleted the message, typed a new one and sent it.
DAN: Hot pic.
He stared at his phone, waiting. After an eternity, a minute passed. Then another.
DAN: U naughty tease
Another endless minute passed.
DAN: Fell asleep. U have fun flashing the bar?
After another minute, Dan realized that, despite the time zone difference, it must be late there too. Jenn was probably back in her room by now, probably even asleep herself. There were lots of good, simple reasons why she didn't reply right away. She might not even see his messages until morning.
He managed to force himself to wait almost a full four minutes before firing off another text.
DAN: U still up?
More minutes passed and suddenly his phone chimed.
JENN: CEnt tAlk call pater
DAN: U drunk lol?
DAN: Jenn?
DAN: U ok?
DAN: JENN?!?
JENN: C a 'll later
JENN: nifht
Dan stared at the strange texts, confused and worried. He went so far as to almost hit Jenn's number on speed dial before changing his mind. Drunk... or whatever she was... Jenn obviously would call him 'later.' Pushing her wouldn't help anything. He forced himself to put his phone down and go to bed. He needed to get some sleep. Right after he dealt with his raging boner.
<<<>>>
It was only thanks to work of his own that Dan managed to spend the next morning doing something other than agonizing about Jenn. Without the distraction, the simple fact of the several hour time difference probably would have driven him nuts. Instead, he actually managed to put his worries out of his mind and so didn't jump instantly every time his phone chimed.
Still, when she did finally call it didn't take him long to pick up.
"Hi, honey," Dan said brightly.
"Hey." Jenn's voice sounded oddly subdued.
"So, what do you have going on today?" He asked.
"Just more seminars," Jenn replied. She was nervous, Dan realized. He felt that odd twist in his gut again.
"So..." Dan hesitated.
"Yeah, I..." Jenn stammered.
"You got a little crazy last night?" Dan forced a smile into his voice.
"Yeah," Jenn replied carefully.
"Too much to drink," Dan said, offering his explanation as fact.
"No," Jenn snapped.
"Really, 'cause those texts looked pretty drunk," Dan insisted.
"I wasn't drunk," Jenn countered angrily.
"Oh, come on," Dan said. "You could hardly type."
"Yeah, well it's hard to type when you're getting fucked!" Jenn shouted into her phone.
Silence feel between them. Dan could hear distant chatter through the phone and wondered suddenly where Jenn was exactly. Probably walking through the hotel to her first seminar, he realized. Strangely, he found that part of his mind was wondering what the seminar was about.
"I'm sorry..." Jen stammered after a long silence.
"You're joking," Dan declared.
"I'm..." Jenn started again.
Dan hung up. His breath was coming in ragged gasps. His hands were shaking. He would have thought he was furious, but for one undeniable fact. His dick was so hard it was about to rip through his pants. He wasn't angry, he realized. He wasn't even jealous. All he felt was raw, violent, desperate lust.
His phone rang again.
He answered, "Getting fucked?"
"You'd said..." Jenn stammered.
"What were you doing?"
"Those fantasies you kept telling me about..." Jenn sounded close to tears.
"Shhh," Dan said soothingly. "Just tell me... when you texted me last night. That last time. Tell me why couldn't you type right."
"I told you..." Jenn muttered.
"No, tell me exactly what you were doing at that moment."
"Getting fucked," Jenn replied.
"Tell me," Dan insisted.
"What do you want to hear?" Jenn replied. "Do you want me to tell you I was on my belly. That the phone was in front of me, and I was trying to type while... while he was...."
"Was what?" Dan prompted.
"Was inside me. Was fucking me." Jenn said, her voice growing husky. "Was pounding from behind, so hard. So hard I couldn't type properly."
"He knew," Dan said. "About me."
"He knew." Jenn confirmed.
"You were..." Dan took a deep breath. "Fucking. When I texted, you were fucking another guy."
"Yes," Jenn said soft. "I was. I was fucking another guy."
"Who?" Dan asked, feeling surprisingly calm about the question.
"His name's Tim," Jenn replied slowly. "He's here at the conference."
"You met him in the bar," Dan said. "He's the one who took that picture."
"You saw... oh, right, the picture in the bar," Jenn said. "Yes, he took that. He saw me taking the pic I sent you. The upskirt pic in the bar. I didn't know he had at first. He came over and bought me a drink. He was nice. Flirty but not pushy. Then he said he'd seen me taking it. He asked who I was taking it for."
"You told him about me?" Dan felt a little shocked.
"Yeah, I did," Jenn admitted. "He asked about the picture, about why I'd taken it... and I told him about...
"You always go on about your pervy fantasies," Jenn continued. "About wanting me to... to fuck another guy. We talked about it at the airport. I took my panties off, right at the elevators. I didn't tell you: the doors to that elevator opened right after I took them off, a second after I sent you the picture in front of them. Two guys got off. They saw me. I know they did. They saw me standing there with my panties in my hand, my dress hiked up. They saw my pussy. They didn't say anything, but I know they saw. How could they not have?
"It turned me on. Riding down in that elevator, with no panties on. Knowing those guys had seen. It turned me on so much. So, when I got to bar, when Tim finally told me he'd seen me taking a picture of my pussy, right there at the bar... I was so turned on. I told him. I told him my man had told me to take my panties off. That you wanted me to flash guys at the bar. So, he offered to take another pic for me and I flashed my boob at him... and like, half the bar. I bet so many guys saw.
"I was so turned on... and Tim was nice... so, I told him. I told him your fantasy... about me fucking another guy."
"... and he decided to be that guy," Dan concluded.
"No," Jenn snapped. "I decided. You kept talking about your fantasy, and it became my fantasy. Tim was nice and he was flirty but even after I told... after I told him about the fantasy, he didn't push. He hinted a lot, but he didn't assume or insist. So, I decided. I invited back to my room."
"... and fucked him," Dan said.
"Yes," Jenn answered confidently, "I did. I fucked him. I stripped for him and I sucked his cock. He has a really nice cock, Dan... almost as nice as yours. He played with my tits and he ate my pussy and then... then he entered me and it felt so good. Oh god, Dan, it felt nasty and wicked and so very good. He fucked me and fucked me."
"He was fucking you when I texted," Dan repeated.
"He heard my phone. He stopped, to check it," Jenn replied. "When he saw it was you... he just flipped me over, face down, and pushed back inside me. He told me I should answer. It really turned him on. He just went wild. I think he wanted me to call you, but I texted instead."
There was another silence.
"It's really hard to type," Jenn added lamely. "When someone is fucking you that hard."
Dan laughed. Suddenly, unexpected, he just started laughing. He couldn't help it. He just laughed and laughed. Slowly, Jenn started laughing too, until finally the two of them were just laughing uncontrollably over the phone. All the tension between them bled away. Almost all. The knot in Dan's stomach, at least, was gone. His raging hard-on, he thought, was in danger of doing him serious injury.
"Are you... ok?" Jenn said as the laughter finally faded.
"Are you wearing panties?" Dan asked.
"What?!" Jenn replied, shocked. "Yes!"
"Well, take them off," Dan demanded. "Right now, take 'em off. Sluts like you don't wear panties."
"Dan!" Jenn exclaimed, shocked by his use of the word 'slut.'
"What, I'm a perv for wanting this," Dan said firmly. "You're a slut for doing it. In fact, I think no more underwear for you for the rest of the conference. No bra, no panties. Nothing."
There was a long pause, then Jenn replied, "Ok."
"So," Dan said. "Take 'em off."
"Dan," Jenn hissed, "I can't... not right this second. I'm in the hotel lobby."
"So, everyone in the lobby heard you yell about getting fucked," Dan replied.
"God." Jenn's embarrassment was plain. "I know, but I'm not taking off my panties for them."
She paused, "Wait a second."
Dan could almost hear her moving across the lobby.
"Where are you?" Jenn asked.
"At home, in my office," Dan replied. "Where are you going?"
"Ladies' room, dummy," Jenn replied.
"Men's," Dan said firmly.
"I can't," Jenn whispered, shocked.
"Do it," Dan insisted.
"Shit, shit, shit," Jenn hissed into her phone. "Ok, perv, I'm in the Men's but I'm going into a stall... and it's empty so no one has seen me."
"Yet, slut," Dan chuckled.
Dan heard her muttering and shifting for a moment.
"OK," Jenn said when she was done. "They're off."
"Panties and bra?" Dan asked firmly.
"Yes, you perv," Jenn replied hotly. "but you're out of luck because this skirt is a professional length."
"I bet your blouse looks nice too," Dan grinned.
"Shit," Jenn snapped.
"How wet are you?" Dan asked.
"Perv," Jenn shot back.
"Tell me," he insisted.
"Oh god, I'm soaked, OK," Jenn replied. "I'm completely horny and you're probably lucky there's no one else in here."
She paused a moment before asking, "How hard are you?"
"I'm so hard, honey," Dan replied. "I can't believe how hard all this has made me."
"I can," Jenn actually giggled, then groaned.
"Are you touching yourself?" Dan asked, a little shocked.
"That's what you want, isn't it?" Jenn purred into the phone. "I'm here, in the Men's restroom, with my skirt hiked up around my thighs, touching my dripping pussy. It feels good, Dan. It feel nasty and dirty and so good."
"Just like last night," Dan prompted, reaching into his own pants.
"Oh yes," Jenn moaned. "When he touched me, I just shivered. I knew it was what we'd talked about, but doing it... I felt like such a bad girl and that just made it better. Oh, Dan, when he put his cock in me, it was so... ahh... so good."
"You dirty slut," Dan groaned.
"Tell me you're stroking it," Jenn growled. "Tell me you're holding that beautiful hard cock."
"I am," Dan replied.
"Say it," Jenn demanded.
"I'm stroking my hard... uhh... hard... cock," Dan groaned.
"You're thinking about him fucking me, aren't you," Jenn panted. "About him inside me. His big cock... ahhh... so big... in my pussy. My wet little pussy, all stretched out around his... uhhh... big cock... as he fucked... fucked... oh god... fucked me."
"Oh shit," Dan moaned. "Oh honey..."
"That's it, Dan," Jenn panted, "cum for me. Cum... ahhh... cum with me."
"Shit!" Dan roared, his body spasming.
"Oh God!" Jenn shrieked into her phone.
For a time, the both sat panting through the phone at each other.
"I can't believe," Jenn gasped out, "that I just rubbed one out in a Men's hotel restroom."
"Slut," Dan teased. "Call me after your seminars are done."
"Perv," Jenn replied.
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My best friend from grade school, we are in our early 40s... is going through a divorce, one day I shared this fantasy with him and commented..."this was great... I released a lot of tension"... So here goes...
I have often dreamed about my wife flirting with other men... even having a fling. My best friend whom we both know very well.. he is definitely not her type. His soon to be ex is a true nut case. She is very vocal about her sexcapades from earlier relationships but super jealous of his (not as many).
We finally the three of us go out for dinner and drinks. We start talking about his relationship and what he is looking for as his ex just does not cut it. That being said...we joke about sex... not an easy subject for us . He opens up... More mojitos...the conversation flows...
We head back to his house, his ex is visiting family on the Jersey Shore. Music is playing and his bar is working overtime filling our glasses. I am sitting on the couch and am super tired... barely awake... and very buzzed... my wife goes upstairs to look at the work they had done in the home office. He then shows her into his bedroom to grab something. Here he and her chat... and she complains about stiff shoulders. He, a good massage giver, rubs her shoulders... his hand glances her breast from the side... he looks into her eyes and gives her a slight kiss.
She backs off... being pretty intoxicated... she feels bad from his lack of attention from his crazy soon to be ex... "would you really grade me as a F (fuck), ML (make love) or S (sex) on the scale of passion from an earlier conversation?" she asks. He says..."all of the above." They chat a bit more and he massages more. He then kisses her neck, her body tingling... butterflies in her stomach....his hands although he is 5-7 are strong... cup around her breasts... her nipples get hard and he rubs her breasts... and keeps massaging the shoulders. He then instructs her to lie down for a backrub... somewhat nervous and somewhat turned on... she does... he climbs on top and massages her back, she can feel his hard cock between her legs thru his pants. She reaches back glancing his cock... arches her back and he passionately kisses her.
Wrapping his arms around her chest and pulling her back he kisses her back and moves towards the front, kissing her breasts thru her top... he then unbuttons it... "no, stop" she says, "name (me) is downstairs... he is your friend...".
"I know...but this feels so right" he says. He continues kissing her breasts and works his way down her stomach to the top of her skirt... probing with his tongue... she is turned on. "No, stop" shad says, "we cannot do this... we are in your ex's bed, upstairs while name is downstairs... what if...".
"You are right" he says... as he continues... he guides her hand to his crotch... she grabs it once..."no this is wrong"... and backs off. He finally sits her up and looks into her eyes... his cock is hard as a rock and he knows he is crossing a line.
"Yeah he is my friend... but we are friends and friends share" he says. He is persistent and very horny. "No" she says. He leans over kisses her again... he kisses her breasts and down to her skirt... unbuttoning it and trying to push it down... his tongue now in site of her panties... she leans back on the end of the bed... he kisses the inside of her legs, she is thinking "no I cannot do this..." and grabs his cock... unbuttoning his pants with one hand... to feel his cock... she grabs it... and strokes it.
"I was not done with my massage" he says and turns her over again... this time his cock starts probing her ass... almost entering...
"NO" she says... and he continues his efforts...she turns over again and his cock at full mast is probing the exterior of her panties..."no no... we cannot, he is downstairs..." she cries.
He gets up, looks out the door, and sees me on the sofa half asleep chilling. He closes the door... as she is about the get up... and he pushes her back... he stands between her legs and kneels... kissing her gently between the legs... up to her vagina... he pulls her panty back enough to see a glimpse of her pussy ... it is excited and wet... "I know you want me" he says. She replies "no we can't", sounding annoyed.
He continues... kissing, pulling her panties off enough to enter her with his tongue... she wants his cock but cannot take it... his fingers enter her and she is quivering...as he licks her pussy. He then abruptly stops, a noise... they are quiet... nothing...
He then sits up and pushes her head down to his cock... she starts licking and sucking it... stopping..."I cannot..." as he guides her back. He pushes her back and lifts her legs. "Do you want me to fuck you?" he asks. She says..."yes... but do not cum inside me. Shhhh... no noise... This is so wrong."
He presses against her vagina and enters... thrusting... "No, this is wrong" she says. "I want to make you cum" he replies.
She is enjoying this new cock...knowing I am downstairs. He rides her, the sound of their juices fills the air. "I want to cum so bad..." he says. "Don't cum in me!" she begs as he thrusts. She grabs his ass... "pull out!" as he is about to cum. His balls harden, his cock twitches... his cock enters one more time.
"No, stop!" she demands, "he is downstairs, what if he finds out?" He pulls his cock out... pre-cum on his dick. She grabs it one more time... pressing back in...thinking of saying "no stop" but instead saying "fuck me, fuck me harder! Cum inside me... put your seed in me... put a baby in my belly... fuck me... I want to feel your cum!" He is shocked and tries to pull out as she grabs him... as he cums deep inside her....
As they finish... she says..."wow... we cannot tell anyone... now clean up... and guides his head down to her pussy to clean the juices..." he obliges...
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My wife and I have been married for about 15 years. We are both active and super friendly people. While we are both somewhat conservative and a bit uncomfortable about sharing our desires I have had this fantasy, some may call it a fetish, that I find super erotic. There are many variations of it, me watching, participating or just her off on a girls ski trip, but I picture my normally conservative wife out with friends at a club, I am home after coaching our kids practices. She is enjoying several cocktails, the group goes out and she being a bit far from home meets up with the guy that is of her type; athletic, wealthy and confident as well as well dressed. He is in fact someone that lives not that far from us and has gone through a divorce, I never really liked him but somewhat admired him. My wife being comfortable with him and he buys her drinks, they dance, and flirt a little.
As the night goes on the sparks and butterflies are flying... they slow dance and he gives her a light kiss. Being nervous she turns her head away, he orders more drinks and they head back to the table with the others with his friends. Later they dance a bit more and start flirting a bit more. At the end of the night they head back with the others to a friend's house for drinks. At the house they start flirting a bit more, somewhat hidden from the others so the word will not get back home. He then offers for her to come over to his house to see the new addition and pictures of their new house in Spain. She agrees. As they go to his house, he pulls out some champagne and they begin to chat, they then start slowing kissing. She backs off..."I Am married..." he smiles and agrees... yes this is wrong but keeps trying to romantically kiss her. Finally a song comes on the Ipod and they dance he kisses her again on the neck and she feels his cock getting harder as he presses against her.
He kisses her neck and she is aroused and slowly takes her hand and puts it on his crotch. She feels his manhood, slightly stroking it through his pants, his hands caress her breasts through her cocktail dress (she is blond, nice chest, and in good shape) he kisses her down her throat and uncovers her breasts and sucks on each nipple. She grabs his cock and tries to open his pants. Finally he undoes his belt and zipper and pushes her head down to see his hardened cock. From here he massages her crotch through her panties, she steps away and he stops. He sits down on the edge of his sofa, they talk about marriages and he tells her..."your husband has been on business trips, do you think he has been faithful?"... he goes back to kissing her breasts... she again grabs his cock and starts stroking it. He guides her mouth toward it and she, not a fan of blow jobs, starts sucking, licking and stroking like never before.
He undoes his short and pulls down her cocktail dress exposing her panties and pulls off her bra. He stands before her now, naked. He pushes her back on the bed and takes off her panties, at that time she says"no, we cannot do this...". He continues and asks... "do you want me to stop?" She responds "you should but...". He continues, then licks her vagina slowly driving her crazy. She reaches for his cock and he stands before her and massages her vagina with his cock not entering but teasing. He then asks... "do you want it...?" She says.." yes... yes...". He then pushes and enters her, thrusting, both making noises never heard before... he lifts her legs and fucks her hard... he begins to pull out and she says.."put a condom on"... he starts teasing her again and again with his cock entering and pulling out.
She says.."please stop I cannot, I am married... " He pushes his cock into her again... she orgasms like never before. As he is thrusting she says..."do not cum in me... please do not... what will my husband think and your Ex.. what will she ... " He continues pushing... "Don't cum in me...please do not..." and he continues. She orgasms again... he then says... "I want to fuck you harder and I want to cum in you." She says... "no please don't..." and he continues. As they come near climax she says..."pull out and spray it on me..." and he continues... as he is about to pull out she demands..."fuck me, cum inside me... fill me with your seed, put a baby in me..." and he does ...pumping loads of sperm in her.
Afterwards they dress and she comes home, exhausted....no shame but something is not right.
Has anyone similar fantasies? fetish?
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At about 7 PM, my cell phone rang and Julie said she would let the employees close up the restaurant later in H. for her and the LPN would stay with her husband for the evening. Julie said she would go home and check on her husband and the LPN, pick up a few things and meet me about 9 PM at my Ho Jo room. Great!
About 9 PM my cell rang again and Julie asked me which entrance door to go at the motel to meet me in 5 minutes. I told her “D” door and I’d be waiting to let her into the building. At 9 PM, she drove up, parked and got out of the car with me standing, waiting and holding the motel hallway entry door open. She still had her black pants and chef’s jacket on from the restaurant. Julie grabbed a little bag out of the car back and came over for a welcome hug.
Once in the room, she called her husband to let him know she was here with me and she was stripping down for a quick bath. When she came out into the room after her quick bath she was still nude and drying off, I hugged her, helped dry her back off and reached around to gently pinch and rub her nipples. Her nipples were standing out hard and me, I was getting hard too, I told her “no use dressing now” so I stripped off as she went put a foil wrapped lubed condom under hot running water to warm it up.
We hugged and rubbed, I rubbed and fingered her pussy and she jerked gently on my stiff cock. When I pulled the bedcover back and sat back on the bed, she quickly stepped into the bathroom and got the freshly warmed condom out. Jerking gently and sucking my cock, she really got me going. She stopped, opened the condom foil and rolled the warmed lubed condom over my cock before laying back and spreading her legs. She is very tight and worked with me to get my cock started into her pussy. After slowing pushing in to full depth, I started to slowly fuck her missionary style with full body-to-body contact. This was a long, slow, relaxing, stress-relieving fuck for both of us. I didn’t last as long as I would have liked and quickly came ad came hard. As I pulled out, I held the condom on so as not to lose it in Julie. She busted out laughing when she saw the condom’s reservoir end pushed and expanded straight out with a big load.
I got out bed and ditched the condom in the toilet and quickly showered off. Julie waited in the bathroom until I was out of the shower and she crawled into the tub and washed up again. This time, we helped each other dry off before getting dressed. I had my khakis, loafers and buttoned short-sleeve shirt, but Julie’s husband had helped her pick a fuck me date outfit. Daisy Mae all the way with short, really short washed denim skirt, red-checkered button front shirt and fuck me red 5” heels. The skirt was so tight and short that Julie could not wear her thong underwear very well so she left them off. With my help and encouragement, she got the skirt on without the thong by lying back on the bed, sucking her tummy in and getting it buttoned. The checkered shirt was very nice without a bra and with the shirttail bottoms knotted and tied to show her nice tummy. We experimented with which buttons not to button so a very nice cleavage showed. She stepped back into the bathroom and pulled her blond hair into pigtails and put on dark red lipstick. To complete her outfit and be a bit incognito, she put her oversized red-framed sunglasses on
Julie is pretty confident usually, but the short jeans skirt with so much of her bottom showing front and back, she was concerned. It was summer time and she didn’t want to shock any families or be seen by kids in the motel halls or lobby areas. When she walked in the heels, the skirt would ride up even more and she tried to reach and hold the skirt hem down with her finger tips.
We walked the longer way around and missed the pool area to get to the lounge by 10:30 PM. There were very few people there. Connie, my friend the bar waitress, came over and got our Manhattan and Cosmo drink orders. Full martini glasses are difficult to walk with, so the bartender brought one drink and Connie the other to us at our booth. They lingered at our booth for a bit to visit telling us that no other “fun” couples had been in during the evening. Connie and the bartender both noticed and commented favorably on Julie’s short skirt and boobs and such good display.
We slowing sipped our drinks and visited with me rubbing Julie’s inner thighs and higher. When Connie came back over to see if we needed another drink, she commented again on Julie’s really short skirt and how it was riding up. We didn’t get a second drink and while visiting and deciding that we would drive over to the west edge of town to just outside of the city limits to a stripper club where Julie’s skirt and top would be appropriate. We had never been to this local club before as Julie always thought of it being too close to home for privacy. Walking the hallway back to the motel’s door D, Julie’s skirt rode up really showing lots ass and pussy. She quit trying to pull her skirt hem down after a bit. Walking in the heels, Julie’s legs looked great and she really was throwing her butt from side to side as she walked. Great! A photo of the jeans skirt is in our profile photos right now.
It was impossible for Julie to get into my Jeep in a lady like fashion, and she showed me everything as I held the door for her. Driving over to the club, I kept my right hand on her upper thigh and with her legs nicely spread, I gently rubbed her pussy lips and smooth inner upper thighs.
When we got to the club about 11:30 PM, Julie had me drive through the parking lot and around the building twice looking at license plates, cars, etc. for her to try to check that she would know anyone inside. Being a week night, she figured that there wouldn’t be any locals there who might recognize her. We parked in front and I helped her out of my Jeep with her showing even more pussy getting out than she showed when she was getting in. Once again, she tugged her skirt down and to the door we walked. Before entering the club, Julie called home again to check on her husband again. At the door, a Latina lady collected a $3 cover charge from me and let Julie in for free. Julie hung back and was scanning the few patrons in the club to try to be sure she didn’t know anyone. There looked to be two white dancers and maybe 4 or more black dancers at the club (the highest on looks was maybe a 4.5 on the 10 point scale). This club is not as nice as the ones in Dakota. Most of the 8 or 10 guys in the club were construction types with a couple of traveling businessmen types who were sitting alone near the stage.
We walked to the back corner of the show room before Julie selected a seat. She looked at the chair and asked me if I could get her a clean towel to sit on since her skirt was too short and she did not want her butt to touch the chair seat. I walked back over to the bar and asked the bartender for a clean towel. Laughing, he got one from under the bar. Julie unfolded the towel, put it on her chair seat and sat down. The waitress, very stone faced, came over and we ordered waters, a Manhattan and another Cosmo. The waitress was really eyeing Julie bottom to top so to say. The drinks were actually pretty good. The club owner man came over to our table to welcome us and to check Julie out I am sure.
Julie liked the looks of the one younger business type guy sitting nearer to the stage. She noticed he had met her eye a couple of times when she was watching him. I got up and walked over to his table and invited him to join us at our table, which really startled him. After stuttering around, he declined. I headed back to our table, looked at Julie and shrugged. Within a few minutes the guy got up and left, not looking at us again. We watched a couple more of the rough looking dancers do their dance sets. After each dancer finished, they circled the room doing mini lap dances and collecting dollars from the audience skipping Julie and me each time.
Between dancers at about 12:30 AM with a last call coming at 1:00 AM, with Julie’s encouragement, I got up again and went over to the other nice looking more mature business man sitting alone near the stage and asked him to join us. He too had been eyeing Julie and making eye contact with her, so she figured he might be a good choice. He took his time answering me and finally said he would join us. I walked back to our table and pulled a chair over to Julie’s right side and moved around to sit at her left. The gentleman brought his drink over and sat down. I introduced Julie and myself and he introduced himself. He was a store shelving salesman/vendor working in town for a couple days at big box stores. Visiting together went pretty well and he was really checking Julie’s boobs out and eyeing her short skirt and her legs and thighs clamped together to be modest. Almost the first thing he asked was Julie a professional? Julie giggled and said she doesn’t ever take money for fucking but if she was not a professional, she at least was pretty darn good in the sack. The guy and my expressions would have been priceless. He was also concerned that I might be into guys and was relieved when I said no.
At 1:00 PM, the waitress came around for last call and we did not order more drinks just waters. The last dancer was on stage when I reached over to rub Julie’s thigh and push a bit to get her to spread her legs a bit for a better feel and view. I saw the other guy really watching with Julie looking straight and calmly ahead watching the dancer on stage. I looked back at the stage, moved my hand and shifted closer to Julie for a better feel. I reached over nonchalantly without looking and put my hand accidentally on the other guy’s hand feeling Julie’s upper thighs and pussy. That shocked the heck out of both him and me and our hands both jerked back away from Julie’s lap. Julie had jumped when we both jumped and she burst out laughing. Looking back and forth at me and the other guy, Julie reached over and took his hand and took my hand and pulled them over and placed them on her upper thighs as she spread her legs even wider so we both had good access.
As the last dancer finished her set and the lights came up in the club, Julie suggested we move back to our motel room for fun. The other man said he’d follow us out to the parking lot and if we’d wait for him at the drive in our car, he’d follow us to our motel. As we walked out, Julie was making no attempt to hold her skirt hem down and her bottom was out for all to see especially the guy following us. I helped Julie into my Jeep and pulled to the lot exit to the highway and in a minute a car pulled up behind us and flashed it’s lights. We pulled out and the car followed us back to the motel. On the way to the motel, Julie called to check on her husband to let him know all was well with a guy following us back to the motel for fun. She told him that she’d call again to let him know when she was done and leaving for home.
Julie and I got out of my Jeep and waited at the door for him. I used my key card to open the door for Julie and stepped in with the guy following. He followed us down the hall to our room. Once again, I open the door for Julie and the guy followed us in. With just the bathroom and hall lights on in the room, Julie walked over to check that the curtains were tightly closed with both of us guys just standing there. She turned around and untied her shirt and shrugged out of it saying “it’s getting late, we’d better get started”. We both just stood there as Julie unbuttoned and got her skirt off. She walked over to us and gave both of us pats on the wankers and walked over to put a couple more condoms under hot water to pre-warm for use. It was a race to see which of us guys could get undressed the fastest.
Julie took turns hugging and jerking both of us guys' cocks. When the other guy was hard, I broke contact and went to the bathroom and got a warmed up condom. Julie opened the condom and rolled it on to the guy's hard dick. She laid back on the bed and spread her legs for a hard missionary fucking, no kissy kissy or huggy huggy. The guy gave her a hard and fast banging with Julie's legs in the air with her red heels on her feet with me sitting in the room's arm chair watching and stroking my dick.
When the guy came, Julie let him rest for a bit in her then helped him hold the full condom on as he pulled out and headed to the bathroom to ditch the condom. By this time, I had my condom on and as the guy moved off the bed and headed to the bathroom, I pushed Julie back down and rolled her over to help her up on to her knees and elbows and position a couple of pillows. She pulled the pillows in close to hug while I easily slipped into her well fucked pussy to do her doggie style. It's very enjoyable to fuck Julie this way. The other guy, the nude, sat in the chair watching us!!! It didn't take long and I came too. With me cumming, the other guy immediately said he had to go and he started getting dressed.
Julie jumped up and headed to the bathroom and I started pulling some clothes on too. Julie came out and in the nude watched us guys dress while visiting with us. When the guy had his shoes on, we walked him to the door and we all shook hands and he left.
Julie got her bag and pulled on a tank top, shorts and sandals. She called home and checked in with her husband, then I carried her bag and walked her out to her car. She told me that her husband was not doing well at all and that it would be difficult if not impossible to schedule and do any short trips.
As it turned out, Julie and I never got together for fun again for a little over a year. We spoke by phone probably every week and I saw her for a few minutes at her husband's funeral. Her husband's grown kids took over the restaurant and told her she was not to work or manage the restaurant. Within about 3 months, the kids closed the restaurant as they couldn't keep it going. They had no idea how much work and effort and talent it takes to manage and run a business. Julie had to move out of the house and bought her own place. Julie kept a few of the cars she and her husband had collected. Between investments and life insurance, Julie was left pretty well off.
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“Come over here,” she stage whispered and beckoned him with her finger.
He looked around to make sure she wasn’t talking to someone else - anyone else that wasn’t him. “Me?” he responded.
She nodded, crossing and recrossing her long slim legs. He stood up from his seat by the bar, grabbed his drink and rollerboard and walked to her table.
She extended her hand, “Hi, I’m Sasha.”
“Mitch,” he said as the took her hand, “Nice to meet you.”
“Where you going?” she asked as she eased back into sipping her drink.
“San Antonio, Texas for a conference.” He smiled and took the empty seat across from her.
“Really?” she said lightly, “Is that where all the hot guys hang out?”
“I don’t know about all of them” he laughed.
“What kind of conference?” She asked.
“It’s for personal trainers. There are supposed to be some great speakers and new techniques for training. I’m looking forward to it.”
“So just most of the hot guys.” She giggled.
“Well, it is pretty competitive. I won’t lie.” He paused, then added, “You must work out.”
“I lift a little, run now and then, and jazzercise.” She paused, “Okay, I’m joking. You couldn’t get me near jazz of any kind” Sasha said.
A bored looking waiter approached the table seeking an order, and was waived away by both.
“Where are you headed?” Mitch asked.
“Home to Miami. But I was hoping to have a bit of adventure before I get home” she said.
“Mile high club?” He laughed, self conscious at his own attempt at a joke.
“I was thinking more of something at sea level.” She reached out to touch his hand and held his eyes.
Mitch gulped and looked away, suddenly shy. In a million hours of airport fantasies, he never imagined this happening to him.
“What’s the catch?” He said, sure there had to be one involving an ATM machine, credit card or other form of payment.
“My husband gets to listen to us.” She leaned back in her seat and resumed sipping her wine.
“WTF!?” he almost snorted. “You cannot be serious.”
“Oh, but I am.” She smiled. “Still interested?”
“Whoooo.” He let his breath out harshly, then paused to think. Finally he said, “Where would this ‘encounter’ take place?”
“In the men’s restroom. You hold the phone so my husband can hear while I give you a blowjob.” She smiled slowly and picked up her wine glass again.
Mitch took a long swig on his beer, gazed out the window and shifted in his seat. “Let’s do it.” He said, waiting to hear: “You’ve been punked!”
But Sasha simply signaled for the waiter, paid for her wine, and stood up.
Sasha led the way to a bathroom, hidden between long-term parking and the international terminal. “Here”, she said, boldly striding into the men’s room ahead of him, “the handicap stall.”
Mitch put his suitcase inside the stall, closed the door behind him, and held his breath.
Sasha hung up her purse behind him and grabbed her phone, licked her lips, and pressed the call button.
“Hello Jake,” she said, never taking her eyes off of Mitch. She pushed him into the corner of the stall with her free hand, and slowly began to pull his shirt out of his jeans. “Guess where I am?”
Mitch closed his eyes as he felt his hard-on strain against his zipper.
“Hey Sasha,” Mitch heard through the earpiece. “In a Macy’s Department store?”
“Be a good boy and say ‘Hello’ to Jake, Mitch” Sasha purred.
“Hey,” Mitch grated out. Sasha gently perched the phone on the bathroom tissue dispenser.
“So tell me” said Jake through the speakerphone, “How hot is my wife?”
“She’s smokin’ hot Jake. Almost too hot to touch. But I’m willing to give it a try” Mitch said.
Sasha moved in close to Mitch, so close he could feel her breath on this lips.
“Put your hands by your sides and leave them there” she ordered.
He quickly complied.
Sasha reached for the waist of his jeans and slowly undid the button under the belt buckle. In one smooth move she unzipped his fly, reached her hand in, and slowly pulled out his erection.
Mitch let out a long slow breath of anticipation.
“It’s beautiful” she said, more to herself than her listening husband or to Mitch quivering with anticipation in the restroom corner. “I’m going to lick it from the tip to the base of your balls and back again.” She smiled as she did. Then she looked up into his eyes and took his erection deep in her throat moaning loudly as she did.
Up and down the shaft she moved slowly, deliberately, sighing and taking him deep in her throat.
Mitch put his head back against the wall and bit his lip. He tried hard not to moan, but the pressure of her lips and throat around his erection was too much to bear and a desperate erotic prayer escaped his lips, “Oh God.”
Disobeying the rule to keep his hands at his sides, Mitch gripped the back of Sasha’s head as he came. He looked down and watched in rapt disbelief at the motion of her throat as she swallowed, her eyes still locked on his.
“Wow! That was some ride,” exploded from the phone.
Sasha slowly stood up and arranged her garments, picked up the phone, then kissed Mitch deeply. He could taste his salty cum on her soft lips, gently bruised from giving him pleasure.
“Thanks for letting my husband in on the fun,” she said to Mitch as she gathered her things and exited the stall, leaving him still limp, exhausted and recovering against the wall.
When Sasha stepped out of the Men's room, to surprised stares, she put her phone to her ear and said to Jake with a smile, “I know you’re hard as asphalt. But wait for me to get home. I’ll make it worth your while.”
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Working as a construction engineer/supervisor, I travel quite a bit especially since becoming single a few years ago. The company has several office and crews based in Iowa, Nebraska, Minnesota and the Dakotas. Me, I am based out of S.E. South Dakota.
Working on storm damages to buildings brought me to the H. area south of G.I. in Nebraska. While the crews were working on storm-damaged buildings, area residents stopped by and were asking for bids on remodeling work on other buildings in H. that weren’t storm damaged. Since the crew was already in town, I was asked to stop by sites and look at some the work and make proposals if the jobs looked good.
One of the jobs involved a local restaurant lounge involving front door and entry modernization and replacement and building front improvements. I went to the restaurant mid afternoon after the lunch rush to meet the owner Tom and look the job site over. When I got there and met Tom who was trim and fit in his late 60’s or early 70’s, he used his cell phone to call his wife Julie out of the back kitchen area. Out she came, wearing a white chef’s jacket, black chef skullcap, white shorts and white work shoes. The surprise was that she was really a well attractive tall 5’ 9” woman in her late 20’s or early 30’s. She was really well built even in the chef’s jacket. Tom introduced us and we shook hands. She had nice warm hands - short nails and no polish - working hands.
On a tall table in the restaurant’s entry area, Tom unfolded the sketches he and Julie had worked up. We stood at the table and chatted and discussed the restaurant’s history, Tom told me that he had owned and operated the restaurant for over 20 years. His first wife had died a few years ago. Julie had been hired to work as the evening hostess and soon was also managing the lounge, catering part of the business, managing other employees, etc. Within a couple of years, Tom said he asked her to marry him. She said she thought about it for a month or so and decided to go for it. I learned that they had a home on a small lake in town and a large garage for their car collection and car restoration hobby work.
As we looked at the sketches and talked, Julie pulled her skullcap off to free up her blond hair that was cut at almost shoulder length with straight bangs. Her hair was mussed from the cap, but cute. As we stood and talked, she was tight to my right side and kept lightly touching my side and her arm on the table touched mine several times. Each time I move over a bit and in a minute or so, she’d be touching up against me again. Tom didn't seem concerned about Julie touching up against me, so I stopped moving and she moved in tight against my side again. When we had got through the list of work they were interested in, I told them I would send the information back to the office and have a quotation prepared for them.
As I was gathering my things to leave, Tom asked me if I would be interested in following him home to see his car collection. That sounded good, but I had to stop back at a few of our in-progress job sites first and could be at their house in an hour or so. He gave me the address and I left.
In an hour, I was at the address. It was easy to pick the house out with the 4-car garage on the side of it. I parked on the drive in front of one of the garage bays. Before I got to the garage door Tom was standing there. We walked down and opened all four of the garage doors. By the time he had the doors open, Julie had came out of the house. She had changed into running shorts, tight sports bra top, and running shoes. All I thought was “WOW, Nice boobs”. The car collection had a Hummer, a couple Vettes, a 55 Chevy two door, a couple late 30’s - mid 40’s hotrods, etc. Very nice, but Julie’s boobs were even better.
After just a few minutes of looking at the cars, Tom told me they often ran errands after the lunch business at the restaurant or came home for a little while before going back for the restaurant dinner business later. He invited me in for a drink. Leaving the garage doors open, I followed them though the garage and up the three steps into their lakefront home. Following behind Julie, I had a great view of her nicely put together butt and legs. We went into the entry, past a powder room, and into a family room area. Tom asked me what I’d like to drink, and I said a diet coke. Both Julie and Tom laughed and said it was 5 o’clock somewhere. Tom was going to have a JB on the rocks and Julie a crown and diet coke. So I asked for a crown on the rocks.
Tom said in a leather armchair in the room’s corner and I took a seat on leather couch across from him. Julie sat on the other end of the couch giving me great views of her legs, etc. As we small talked and chatted about nothing for maybe 10 minutes, we sipped our drinks, and Julie very deliberately moved down the couch closer to me. I felt like a fly with a spider eyeing me. The talk got pretty personal fast with Julie asking if it was OK it she pulled her sports bra off. I about bit a chunk out of my rocks glass with that! I said fine with me if it was ok with Tom. Tom raised his glass to toast me and said fine with him.
Julie pulled her sports bra off and let her beautiful boobs out. Fantastic nipples were sticking straight out. I was actually staring directly at her boobs at this point figuring now that’s what Julie and Tom wanted me to do. Julie took her running shoes and socks off next and slid over next to me on the couch. Each time I looked at Tom and made eye contact with him he just lifted his glass, smiled and nodded.
Julie told me that she and Tom like to occasionally meet with “suitable” out of town men at their home in the afternoon for some “fun play” between their restaurant’s noon and evening rushes. Since they were well-known business people, they tried to be fairly discreet and keep their “play” near home and very private. With me getting really uncomfortable, I asked what they were interested in. Julie said that Tom usually always sits and watches and doesn’t join in. Now my cock was hard as heck. Julie reached over and rubbed me though my work pants and said, “just checking to feel if you are interested in me”. After the feel and with her still rubbing my cock through my pants, she said she could just feel that I was very interested. Looking over at Tom, he raised his glass to me again, winked and nodded.
Julie slid off the sofa and knelt between my legs. She unbuttoned my shirt and noticed I was well tanned. She next unbuckled my belt and then unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. With me still holding my crown and ice glass, she asked me to lift my butt a bit and she slid my pants and underwear down. My cock popped out and straight up. She immediately noticed my no line tan as she gave my dick a lick. She scooted back a bit and I got my boots and socks off and slid my underwear and pants off.
Now I felt really weird. Here I am sitting on a sofa with my pants off, a topless beautiful women kneeling between my legs and her husband sitting nine feet away in a chair, fully dressed, watching us. Julie gave my dick a couple more licks and sucked it for a bit as a squeezed her nipples gently. She then leaned back and asked me if I wanted to fuck her. One word, “YES”. I looked across the room at Tom and he raised his glass again and nodded.
Julie stood up before me and pulled her running shorts down off her hips and to the floor and kicked them away. I leaned in and held her with my hands on her butt and gave her pussy several probing licks too before standing up. I slipped my unbuttoned shirt off and threw it on the pile with my pants and boots.
Julie moved over a bit and laid back down on a throw rug in front of the sofa. I knelt down between her legs, looked at Tom again, and he toasted me again and nodded. Taking my time I licked Julie’s pussy for quite awhile until she started wiggling and squirming. She pulled up on my arms to get me to move up. As I moved up, I kissed and licked her stomach and boobs, sucked her boobs, and tried to spread her and move between her legs. Each time I tried to kiss her lips, she turned her head so I figured lip kissing was out.
Julie asked again I wanted to fuck her. Big YES. She says you have to use a rubber though. I whimpered “but I don’t have a rubber”. At this, Tom stands up from his chair, takes a step, opens an end table drawer, picks out a rubber, walks over and hands it to Julie. I am 50 years old. I have never been in this situation, with a fully clothed husband standing over his naked wife and naked me on top of his wife and him handing her a rubber so I could fuck his wife!
I stood up on my knees as Julie got the condom open and rolled the lubed rubber over my cock. By this time my cock was hard enough to hunt elk with.
Julie laid back down and I snuggled down on her to try to enter her. Was she ever tight. I had a heck of a time getting my cock head started in and I am only average sized at best. Julie using both hands and me one, we finally got my cock head situated and started into her pussy. She asked me to take it really slowly. I gradually wiggled and worked and gently pushed until her pussy relaxed and bit and I got my cock in. One slow stroke, two stroke and a quick third and I came hard. For the first time since in my lay-down seat Rambler when I was in high school 35 years ago I found myself apologizing to a women for cumming so fast! She very nicely said it was ok and that I would last longer the second time.
As I laid on Julie, my dick got softer so I reached down to hold the rubber on, pulled out and got up. Looking over at Tom, he toasted my again with his glass. Julie sat up as I got up. I headed over to the powder room to ditch the condom and wash up a bit.
When I stepped out of the powder room, Julie and Tom were standing over by a hallway and Julie motioned for me to follow. I followed them to a guest bedroom. She pulled the covers back and crawled on to the bed as Tom sat back down in a chair in the room’s corner. I walked over and sat on the bed and the three of us visited about nothing for a bit more. Julie rubbed and stoked my cock and within a few minutes I was getting hard again. Tom leaned over and tossed me a new rubber.
This time, I opened the condom wrapper and rolled the rubber on. Julie had laid back and spread her legs. I crawled over and on top of her. This time, I could slip my cock easily into her pussy. I slow fucked her, but each time, I tried to kiss her, she turned her head. I guess the no lip kiss rule is ok. After awhile of slow fucking, I sped up and then slowed down. I knelt back on my knees never letting my cock slip out and got my arms behind her legs to hold her legs straight while I fucked her hard.
Moving back to straight missionary fucking, I stroked in hard, held, and came really hard again. Laying on her, I caught my breath. As my cock softened, once again I reached down to hold my rubber on as I pulled out. I crawled off Julie and thanked her for the really good fuck and thanked Tom for letting me play with his wife. This was a really strange feeling, thanking a fully clothed man for fucking his wife in front of him.
I climbed out of the bed and went down the hallway back to the powder room again to get rid of the rubber and clean off a bit. When I came out, Tom and Julie were back to the family room and Julie was pulling her running shorts back on. I walked over to the sofa and worked at getting dressed too. This was a really strange situation, me nude, getting dressed in front of half naked women I had just fucked in front of her husband with all of us making small talk.
Julie said she had things to do. I thanking her for the really fun "play" and she responded "anytime". I kissed her cheek and she left the room still topless. I finished dressing and pulling my boots on while Tom stood there waiting. Tom headed back out to the garage with me following. Tom walked over to his 55 Chevy and popped the hood to show off the engine, I think for the neighbors to see us outside doing something normal and expected together. We looked at Julie's 70 Deville and 70 Chevy Impala Custom Coupe, chatted about cars for a few more minutes and he said he had to get going too.
I thanked him and sincerely said I had enjoyed myself. Tom said he and Julie hoped to see me again sometime. I told him that they’d be a quote for the work on the restaurant and would be seeing them again soon.
I walked back to my pickup and got in to leave. I have been at Julie and Tom's house a little bit over one hour. WOW
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One day when I got home from work, she was wearing a pair of very short, very tight white shorts, a waist-revealing halter top, and heeled sandals. She told me that she noticed Joe, the maintenance manager, working in the common area of our section. She decided to entice him by walking out to get the mail. She said he stopped what he was doing and his eyes were on her as she walked by. He wolf-whistled at her and she said she looked at him, smiled, and thanked him.
It was a rather warm day and he asked if he could get a glass of cold water and she said, "sure." He followed her up the walk path to our condo and she said as she climbed the few stairs to go inside, she heard him go, "ummm, mmmm" as he eyed the backs of her luscious legs and ass.
Inside she got him the water in the kitchen and he was leaning against the countertop as he sipped it and kept eyeing her legs. He said to her, "you know you make it quite uncomfortable when you walk out like that." She said, "I do?" He said, "oh yeah." She said she noticed a bulge in his pants and she walked over to him and began rubbing it as she said, "well I guess if I cause the problem, I should do something about it." She said he sat down the glass, grabbed her and hotly French-kissed her. She proceeded to unzip and unfasten his pants. She soon had his now fully hard cock free and was rubbing and stroking it as he groaned delight.
She said she then slowly dropped to a sexy squatting position in front of him and began running her tongue all over his cock and balls and finally devoured it and began sucking it good to his delight. He again groaned and said, "oh baby, that feels so good." She said she got into it and was sucking him good when he put his hands on the back of her head and began to fuck her mouth as she sucked him.
Finally at one point, he said, "oh baby, you're gonna make me cum." She stopped sucking him long enough to say, "I want you to cum. I want you to cum in my mouth." She went back to furiously sucking him with him fucking her mouth. Finally he groaned and said, "now baby, now." He began spurting into her mouth as she climaxed (she always climaxes when a cock spurts cum into her mouth and down her throat). She kept sucking and swallowing until she had gotten every last drop. He told her how fantastic her legs are and in that position they drove him wild for her.
He helped her get up and she said, "next time you'll have to fuck me." He said he wasn't sure about that as that was something different and he didn't want to piss me off. She tried to tell him it was okay with me but he was reluctant. He soon parted and said he would see her later.
I knew he would recognize my writing as I had filled out a couple of work orders prior. So I wrote him a brief note saying, "I understand you want to fuck my hot, young wife. You have my full permission to do so. I just ask you one thing. If you fuck her, give it to her good. Fuck her like there's no tomorrow and enjoy."
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She grabbed my hand and said that I might want to follow her. She led me to the master bedroom where the bed had already been set up and made but it was messed up. She put her hands on my shoulders and said, "I thought you'd like to know. I got fucked there just a little while ago." My cock sprang to life.
She said that the movers had finished and left while the driver had all the paperwork to fill out and have her sign. She said he got close to her at one point and said, "you know you drove all my guys crazy today in these shorts with these fantastic legs of yours." She said, "I did huh? But not you?" He said, "oh you definitely drove me wild as well baby." She said she looked down to notice the bulge growing in his pants. He got bold and moved right up next to her pressing her against a stack of boxes and said, "can you tell what you do to me?" She said she smiled and said, "I can feel it." She said he told her, "I'd like to give it to you." She said they hotly French kissed and he grabbed her ass pulling her tightly against his mid-section. She said she reached down and unzipped and unfastened his pants and slowly got into a sexy squatting position in front of him and was soon fondling and then licking his cock and balls all over before she devoured it. She began sucking him as he groaned delight and kept saying, "oh baby, oh baby, that feels so good."
She said she sucked him for awhile and then he reached down to pull her up saying he had to put it in her now. He got her on the bed on her back and she said he ate her pussy like a madman driving her totally wild. She said he got very dominate then and she liked it. He soon mounted her and guided his throbbing cock head to her hot young pussy. He firmly grabbed her and again hotly kissed her as he began to fuck her.
He told her, "I'm going to fuck you good baby. You deserve it." She said she moaned "give it to me. Fuck me. I want it. I want it bad." She said he began to pound her hard and fast to her delight. He firmly tilted her head back and kissed and lightly sucked her neck as he fucked her. She said she climaxed 2 or 3 times before he told her he was going to cum in her. She said she moaned and said, "give it to me. Give it all to me."
She said she felt the warm cum spurting deep into her pussy as he again hotly kissed her. He told her what a fantastic fuck she was and how lucky I was to get to fuck her any time I wanted. He told he that was the best tip he ever got. Needless to say, I fucked her myself as she relived it for me.
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I ended up getting a good job offer which included the professional move. We were put up in a hotel/motel while we looked for a place to live. I was at work one day and she said she had laid out in the sun by the pool and ended up meeting a business man who was staying there. He began flirting with her and it ended up that he was staying in the room next to ours. The rooms had one of those adjoining doors for family/friends who are staying side by side.
Anyway, she had told me how the guy hit on her and I asked her if she wanted him to fuck her and she said, "sure". He was at least twice her age she said. She was still in her bikini as she sucked me off as I fantasized about what was possibly about to soon happen. She fixed her hair and put on just the right amount of makeup and jewelry and her heels. She then fully opened the adjoining room door on our side and knocked on his door. I heard it open soon after and him say, "well hello."
He closed his door but I kept ours open so I could hear better. I soon heard the distinct sounds of hot kissing. Not long after, I heard the sound of her sucking his cock and him groaning, telling her how good that felt. Soon there was brief silence, and then he obviously was eating her pussy as she was moaning loudly and telling him how good that felt. She soon said, "I want your cock in me." He said, "oh you do, huh baby?" She said, "yes, now, please."
I heard the rustling sound of the bed followed by her soon moaning as he obviously was entering her. My cock was rock hard. I heard him say, "these legs of yours drove me wild all day baby. I fantasized about fucking you." She moaned repeatedly and soon said, "ohhhhh fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeeee." He said, "damn you're hot baby. You are one fantastic fuck." She moaned, "ohhhh, don't stop, don't stop. Pound me hard with that cock of yours." Soon I heard him groan and say, "I'm gonna cum baby." She moaned, "ohhhhh yes, yes, yes. Give it to me. I want it. I want to feel that warm cum spurting deep inside of me." He let out a groan and I knew he was cumming in my hot, leggy, young wife. She moaned, "ohhhh soooo good. Ohhhhh yeah."
They kissed some more and soon she returned to our side where I fucked the heck out of her hot, cum-filled pussy, soon adding my own. I fucked her again in the morning before I had to leave for work.
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Well one day we were out having lunch and she couldn't put her phone down. I asked her who she was talking to. She said it was a guy that was on her team and she was trying to hook him up with one of her friends. Well I didn't think to much of it but was kind of like what the hell.
Weeks went by and she was still texting and acting a little different. So I got home late from work one night and she was watching tv still in her game uniform which consists of a tank top and short ass shorts, which she looked so hot in. I asked if she had any luck with hooking up her new friend with ours. She said no, not yet. Well she went upstairs to shower. I snuck in and grabbed her phone. Looked at the messages and didn't see anything. Well started snooping around a little and found two pictures of her. Both were selfies and the first she was showing her perky tits and wearing a sexy polka-dot thong and the second one was her bubble butt in the same thong. So she got out and I asked her about it. She said that she was just taking pics. She never did that. So she told me that she sent them to the "friend". I didn't know what to think. I was pretty pissed off because she never sent me nude pics.
Well one night we were out drinking and I asked her if she would like to have a "hall pass" she quickly replied no. Then we kept on talking and I asked her again. She said I don't know. I said, see I knew you wanted one laughing. She said well the only way I would is if you did too and I said ok. (I was not interested in doing so, I just said yes to see if she would). So I asked if she had someone in mind. She said maybe and said the guy she had been texting. I said ok well set it up. Well it was no time that she said he was home and told her to come over. We got back to our house and she went upstairs to get changed. I'm telling you she had never been ready so fast. She got her keys and kissed me and said I'll be back after while. I said ok. The only rule she had was that he had to wear a condom.
When she left my heart was pounding. I was starting to have a little anxiety. I was instantly hard. Never been this hard in my life. All I could about is what she was doing. My heart is pounding as I type this lol.
Well about and hour and a half went by and I saw headlights. She walked in the door all shaky and went straight upstairs. I followed her and she went in the bathroom and was brushing her teeth. I asked her if she had fun and she said yes but was a little different. ( I'm the only person she has been with.) She grabbed her pj's and changed. And started to clean up. She couldn't sit down for some reason. So I had to use the bathroom and I saw the long dress she wore over to his house. A beautiful pair of white g-string panties laid under them. So I took a piss and grab the clothing off the floor and my hand was damp. I looked down and it was her panties. They were soaked. It literally felt like they came out of the damp washing machine. So I left the bathroom to find her and fuck her
As I went down the stairs, she was cleaning the living room. I put my hand around her and told her I was about to rip her shorts off. She said she wasn't in the mood at the moment. So I waited. It got later and we went upstairs to get in the bed. I was rubbing her stomach and slipped my hand down her shorts and she stopped me and said we will tomorrow. So I got all pissed off we argued for a bit and she said fine.
So I pulled her shirt off and started suck on her nipples and moved down to pull her shorts off. No panties on and I could feel the heat off of her beautiful bald pussy. I asked her to get on top so she threw her leg over me and inserted my cock inside her. She was going really slow feeling tight as usual so I grabbed her fat ass cheek and told her to relax and stop being so tense. So I gave her a quick pump and she let go. I could then feel her freshly fucked pussy. She was trying to tighten it up lol. It felt amazing so I flipped her on her back missionary and started to kiss her. I ask her to tell me what she did. She said ohhhhh no and I fucked her harder and she started spilling the beans.
She told me she went over to his house. Walked over to the couch and talked for a minute. Then started kissing, he unzipped his pants and she put her tight little mouth around his cock. She sucked it for about 15 min. While she was sucking him he was playing with her pussy through her dress. So they went to his bedroom and he pulled her dress off. She had no bra on, just her sexy thong. He sucked her tits for a few while she stroked him then bent her over on the bed. She said he pulled her panties to the side and put his cock in her and started fucking her. She told me she was so caught up in the moment he was inside her bareback. She said while he was fucking her he was rubbing his thumb against her tight virgin ass. He was telling her how creamy she was oozing out on his cock. He pulled out and started rubbing his cock on her tight asshole. She told him no that she didn't want to do anal. So she said he pealed her panties off and started to lick both of her exposed holes. Her ass in the air. Then put his cock back inside and started to pound her. She said she was about to tell him to put a condom on but it felt so good. She said she started to cum ( she had never cum with me during sex usually a vibe or orally). So he was getting close and asked where she wanted him to cum. She told him anywhere besides her pussy or mouth. So he started grunting loud and told her he was going to cover her lower back and fat ass because that was his pussy now. He started to cum and she said it was huge he came all over her back, ass, and run down her small ass crack. She said she was getting up to get her stuff and he pulled her back on the bed and mounted her again. But wouldn't work because he was semi-hard so he grabbed her, forced her head on his dick and told her to suck the rest of it out (she never let me do anything like that).
Needless to say I was about to explode from hearing this story and seeing her swollen pussy from behind while I was pumping her so I pulled out and shot all over her lower back and her loose pussy. She got up and got in the shower and we both went to bed.
We have not tried anything like this again but it runs through my mind ever since it happened. For those of you wanting to know he was no bigger than me about same size because I had to ask lol. Thanks for reading and please comment or message me if needed.
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I met Amy through an acquaintance we had in common who had told me she was looking for some sexy adventures outside of her marriage. She’s in her mid 40’s and I was 30 at the time and was excited to meet a woman 15 years older. We emailed a few times and shared some sexy selfies to see if we were attracted to each other and lucky me, we were. Our emails were short, mostly about what we were looking for and what was off limits. She came by as very cautious and shy and I could tell this was the first time she was doing something like this. I’m still not sure how much her Husband knew about this. She claimed he knew everything and that it turned him on that she wanted to be with other men and he was apparently happy with her telling him about her adventures as long as she came back home to him but I had my doubts this was true, but to be honest, I didn’t care.
We set up to meet at a bar in Chicago after work. She apparently has some kind of managing position for a digital marketing company and I was in the city for the day for a couple of meetings. I had no idea what to expect but when I walked in the bar around 6:30pm there was this very beautiful and sweet 6ft tall woman waiting for me at the bar.
Everything about her was very innocent, shy and sweet. As I sat down her gleaming smile let out a nervous giggle. I ordered a couple of drinks for us, sat in front of her, looked in her sultry hazel eyes, held her hands and just said “Hi, how are you?”. She said “A little nervous but excited”. As the bartender gave us our drinks I suggested we sit at a table. We chose a booth. Perfect!
We sat close to each other and without another word I leaned in and kissed her soft lips. It was so hot, she was an amazing kisser and I could feel that she was more relaxed now. I caressed her thighs and as my hand moved further up I realized she wasn’t wearing panties which really turned me on, her too based on how wet she was.
As we kissed I caressed her in between her legs, she let out a few quiet moans and whispers “I can’t believe I am doing this but it’s fun”.
We only stayed at the bar for about 15 minutes which consisted of very casual conversation about the work day, life in general and a little about us. She looked at her phone and says “Sadly I need to go or I will miss my train…” so I offered to walk her to the station. We didn’t talk at all as we started walking, she occasionally looked at me and giggled which I absolutely loved. I stopped her to kiss her again but she seemed nervous and says “I don’t want someone I know seeing me. Let’s hide somewhere…lets go over there!”
So off we went to hide behind this van parked in a public parking lot. She took out her phone and says “hang on, I have to text my Husband I’m going to be late…” it felt so naughty and hot! After she finished texting we kissed more as I grabbed her ass then I got on my knees to lick her sweet pussy. It was so hot in being outdoors in a public parking lot, licking a married woman’s pussy I had had just met for the first time and had only emailed a handful of times. I got up looked in her eyes and bluntly said “I want you to suck my cock”. She squatted, unzipped my jeans and took my hard cock in her mouth and God was she good. She was so good that I came in only a matter of seconds. It didn’t seem to bother her as she continued to go swallowing my cum, moaning as she went. She clearly liked it too! She was about to stop but I put my hand behind her head and pushed her in deeper and said “keep going!”. She know had my entire cock in her mouth, all 7.5inches of it and I could feel her tongue occasionally lick my balls, she took me in deep. She seemed the complete opposite of the sweet, shy woman I met at the bar, but now was this wild cougar who couldn’t seem to get enough of me…
And for the first time in my life within 5 minutes I came a second time and she loved swallowing every drop of it. I apologized and said “I feel like I’m the one having the most fun here” and she replied “No, I love making a man cum” and smiled.
Just in time she got up as we see a guy getting into a car next to the van we were hiding behind. He smiled at us and said, “It’s ok, you lovebirds carry on”, then drove off. We looked at each other and burst out in laughter. This time she really needed to catch the next train so I walked her to the station, we kissed before she left and left it at “let's meet again sometime soon”…
About a week later I decided to email her asking if she wants to meet for lunch sometime or for another drink. She emails me back with an excited “YES!” followed by “what do you have in mind?”…My mind started racing thinking “should I just offer her lunch or should I be bold?”. I chose the latter and wrote back “I have a friend who has an nice apartment in the city he lets me use on occasion when he’s out of town. Want to meet me there?”. I stared at the computer screen waiting for her response, it felt like hours but just a minute after my email she replied “Give me the address, I’ll be there”.
That Wednesday around Noon I hear a knock on the door and there she was standing with her sweet smile and sultry eyes again. She say’s “I don’t have much time. I have to be back at the office within the hour”. I pulled her in, grabbed her and started kissing her while I removed her top clothing. She pushed, taking off her own clothes revealing an incredible body. The most amazing perky nipples I have ever seen, slender long legs and a completely shaven pussy. I remove my clothes quickly. She said “you have a really nice body”…I am so horny at this point that any kind of romanticism I had in me was gone, so I found myself saying “I love your shaved pussy, I want to eat it” she giggled and replied “I’ve never shaving it before. I did this for you this morning”. That really took me over the top!
I push her down on the bed and lick her like crazy listening to her loud moans, we then switch as she takes my rock hard cock in her mouth almost causing me to cum again. But I wanted to wait this time. I pushed her away and told her “I’m going to fuck you now”…as I was about to enter her she stopped me and sai “Not without a condom!”. I reluctantly slip one on a little annoyed that the moment had been interrupted but that put me even more in a dominant mood.
I didn’t ease in or take things slow, I just went in and pounded my hard cock inside her as fast and as hard as I could. She liked that. A lot.
I wanted to see how far I could push her her kinky levels as I see on the beside table one of those traditional Victorian decorated Halloween masks that cover the eyes only and say “Put on the mask, I want to cum over your face…” she pauses and says “I’d rather not, that seems a little weird”…I admit I like some kinky things but most of all I love to be dominant so I turned her over and pounded her doggie style as hard as I could, she really liked that as she started saying “fuck me! fuck me!” over and over again…
I felt the rush of cum ready to explode so I pull out and quickly slide off the condom…I admit my original plan was to slide back in her and give her the biggest creampie of her life but she turned around took my cock in her mouth, I could feel it slide in her throat and I let out the biggest amount of cum ever. She didn’t even gag once as she swallowed my entire load…both of my hands holding her head tight against me. I fell back on the bed, covered in sweat. She got up and gasped “I have to get back to work!” She quickly got dressed and left without another word.
That was the last time I saw her but it wasn’t the last time I heard of her. If you thought that up until this point my experience was hot, oh just wait, it gets interesting.
In the following weeks I emailed her again to see if we can meet and play and one night I was in St Charles, the town she lives in west of the city and invited her to meet me. She was on her way when all of a sudden she texts me “I can’t”. I wanted to figure out why she was turning me down. By her own admission we had incredible sexual chemistry and were really hot for each other so something must have happened. I decided to do a little investigating.
I found out that it’s a very small world. I knew her brother through work (but I had no idea before investigating she was related to this person!). I also shared some coaching duties with a good friend of her family which is uber-consevative Christian and well respected in those circles. Little does she know that I actually now have sex with her sister in law! Not just sex…I’m talking “rough anal tie me up talk dirty spanking sex!”. And no, her husband doesn’t know about this. It’s always the conservative church going wives that end up being the kinkiest ones!
So I think she might have found out about my connections to her friends and relatives and it freaked her out. Again, I had no idea until I started investigating who she was.
This wasn’t the last I heard of her though. A few months after meeting her I attended an adult party in Chicago and met this very cute couple. Loren & Chrissy. As we were chatting and sharing our experiences Amy’s name popped up. I found out that Loren had been with her too and apparently set up by the same acquaintance that set me up with her.
He said they had met on four occasions. The 1st two times he had an MFM threesome with her and her Husband (so he must play too) involving double penetration and cumming in her at the same time, The other two times Loren and Amy met alone in the city. The 1st time she “ordered him” to fuck her ass bareback and give her an anal creampie, the 2nd time he didn’t feel well and apparently ended up making her cum with dildo in her ass while licking her pussy like crazy and she loved it.
He made the same observation I had made, at first she is this sweet, innocent, giggly and shy person, that “shy woman that sits next to you in the church pew” as Loren said, but once she gets going she’s quite the wild animal.
He noted her Husband was shy and quiet. Submissive is the word. He didn’t engage much and mostly watched in silence without doing anything until she told him to. I guess we know who the boss is between the two of them.
To this day I still email her to see if we can meet. Sometime she replies, sometimes she doesn’t. Her emails are conflicted, she admits to the sexual chemistry we have which is really strong.She also admitted to having a crush on me. That scares her. We’ve gotten close to meeting a again a few times but she gets cold feet and backs out.
Just a few weeks ago I was at another party and met this really athletic, tall black guy who apparently works for the government. As we shared some of our favorite encounters, guess who’s name came up? Yep. He had been with her just last April and said he had an incredible time.
I think I may be in love with this woman. She’s the perfect combination of beauty, sweet and classy in public and a wild sexual animal when no one is watching…
I’m still not convinced to what extent her Husband is aware of her adventures, but good god, what a lucky man he is…or maybe she isn’t that naughty with him. Maybe behind closed doors he’s just the slave to the naughty dominatrix owner that bosses him around.
I think I may have been one of her first adventures. It seems that she was a lot more open with the guys she had been with after me, and the fact she developed a bit of a crush on me also validates that theory I think. I was the “first one”…
If someone had told me this story I would have a hard time believing them, but I’ve been around long enough now to know that it’s the ones that come from conservative backgrounds, the ones that talk so much about moral and religious values in public and dress the best on Sunday mornings at church showing off their picture perfect Christian Family that behind closed doors are the kinkiest. How do I know?
I’ve been with Amy’s sister in law on several occasions now and still see her about once a month…a uber-conservative husband, four kids, and a uber-conservative church haven’t stopped her from being the female version of Christian Grey. Just last week I was 1 of 3 of her Husband’s co-workers gangbanging her while he was out of town...Fun times!
I hope I'll get to be with Amy again sometime though...I'm going to keep trying.
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As I mentioned, we have a pool and are outdoors people from spring to fall. As we have been raising two children, we have had a ton of their friends over for pool parties and events, but as they have grown older, they go out more with their friends to the movies and mall more then they hang around the house. This at times gives me and my husband more private moments and we have enjoyed the pool for naked sunbathing and fun sex outdoors. I live a double life of wearing a one piece bathing suit for friends and family and a string bikini or nothing during more private times. On this particular day everyone was out of the house working (kids with summer jobs) and I decided to take it easy and go outside to float on a raft in my bikini and work on my tan lines. I knew I had a couple of hours before my daughter came home and had plans to have some of her friends over. About 15 minutes of relaxing in the pool I heard a voice over the gate.
"Hi Mrs. Nnnn!" I turned, startled to see Jim, one of my daughter's friends waving at me as he entered into the pool area. I was totally embarrassed, even though I was wearing a bikini I felt totally naked in having one of my daughter's friends see me in such a revealing outfit. At age 47, I still have a nice body with 36c breasts and flat stomach, but showing off has never been one of my things, especially in front of my children's friends. I waved back at Jim and said hello. I asked what he was doing here. He told me this was the time they were supposed to meet up as a group. I told him that our daughter was still working for a few more hours, and through texting we found out he got the time mixed up. As this was going on I got out of the pool and put a towel around me to feel more comfortable with the situation. I told Jim that he could wait and enjoy the pool until they all got there. I was going inside to do some house work. I was in the kitchen working at the sink which overlooks the pool, watching as Jim came out the pool house with his board shorts on ready to take a dip.
So let me explain the stature of Jim. I think he must weigh 140 pounds wet. He is as skinny as a rail with no meat on him what so ever. You can count each of his rips on him and not an ounce of muscle. He is very good looking and not the geek type, but not a lot to him, so I thought. As I stood there washing the dishes he walked over to the pool and went to the diving board and did an awkward dive into the water. As I watched him dive in, I burst out laughing as I saw he bathing suit slip right off as he submerged into the water. I was thinking to myself "oh poor boy" and the embarrassment that must be going through his mind.
Well, when he dove in he swam the length of the pool , leaving his dive trunks on the other side. When he surfaced at the other end of the pool I could see that his face was red. He knew he lost his trunks. He sheepishly looked around and not seeing anyone (I was inside and he could not see me) he quickly got out of the pool, and that is when I saw it as he ran to the other side and jumped in to get his shorts. What did I see? I saw the one of the largest cocks, and that is the word I have to use, because it was a cock of huge proportions. On this skinny scraggly kid hung a cock that must have been seven inches long non-erect and on his stature it looked even bigger. As I saw him running to get his shorts I was taken back on how aroused I was getting watching the scene unfold. He quickly got into his shorts and just started lounging in the pool. I had so many thoughts running through my head , but I could not get over the thought of how large he was and how horny I was getting. The question was what was I going to do about it?
After a few moments playing back and forth with by conscience I decided that I would take the risk and see what would unfold if I pushed the boundaries a little bit. I poured two glasses of iced tea and took off my towel and went out in my bikini. I asked if he wanted to join me for a glass at the lounge chairs which he shyly agreed to. We sat there for a few moments talking about him going away to college and this and that. After our drinks I said I wanted to get some sun on my back and laid down belly down on the lounge chair. After a minute of silence I asked him if he would mind putting some suntan lotion on my back. He started in the middle of my back applying a bit too much. I could tell he was nervous. So was I. I reached around and undid my tie on the back stating I did not want any string tan lines and told him to get the lotion up around my shoulders and sides. He was starting to get more comfortable and slowly grazed across some side boobage. From my viewpoint I could see that things were starting to stir in his pants. This was making me very wet as I was thinking about the possibilities.
As he was oiling me up and just having casual conversation I suddenly took my opportunity and I stated "You know, I saw you lose your trunks in the pool a little while ago". He suddenly froze and did not move. I laughed and said it was nothing to be embarrassed about and I turned around exposing my 36 C to him. I asked him if he minded if he put some sunscreen on my front side which he eagerly agreed to. He stated to play with my tits as if there were to radio knobs and he was trying to find a station. He was so awkward and cute at the same time, but I had the burning desire to find out more of what he had in is trunks. I asked him if he was scared and he acknowledge that he was. I got up and asked if I could repay the favor and apply some sunscreen to him of which he said yes. As he stood there I started up on the shoulders and applied the lotion to his front and worked myself to his back. His erection was full blown at this point. I said that he looked constrained in his suit and that we should let things be free. I placed my hands on both sides of the shorts and tugged downwards. To my astonishment his cock sprang upwards as though someone took a dive off the diving board. I took a step back and just stared at amazement. This scrawny kid had a full erection that must have been close to 10 inches. On top of having a long cock, it was thick as the sunscreen tube and he had balls the size of a baseball. I have never seen anything that big before. I complimented him on his package, to which he just said thank you. I asked him to lie down on the lounge chair. As he was lying down with a pole that you could fly a flag on, I continued with the oil and applied it to his cock. He closed his eyes and started to moan in pure heaven. I was just mesmerized by his size and was just fascinated by stoking the full shaft back and forth. What seemed like just a few seconds of me stroking his cock he blurted out that he was going to cum and with that a shower of cum exploded all over the both of us. He kept pouring burst after burst of cum from this magnificent cock which sprayed in huge arches up into the air over him and me. To my disappointment the show was over before it really started, and his huge cock started to go limp in my hands. He thanked me very much and I also thanked him. I got up to get a towel from the table to clean off all the cum that was over me. I felt like I took a shower with so much of it clinging to all parts of my body.
As I turned to toss him a towel to clean up, to my surprise I see that he is still lying down, and now with a rock hard solid cock. He was ready for more action! Ah, the young ready to go again and again. I walked over to him and gently caressed his cock which twitched with my strokes as though it had a mind of itself. He stated to get up, btu I just pushed him back to the chair and I undid my bikini bottom. I had to know what the cock would feel like in my pussy. I straddled him over the chair, took his cock and started to glide it into my wet pussy. As I slowly pushed down on him I felt myself being filled and stretched. I had to raise myself up and down a couple of times and each time a little bit more of him entered into me. I was not sure how much of him I could take, but with each up and down movement more and more of him slid into my pussy. I was stretched more than I ever was before. It hurt and felt good at the same time. In no time, I felt his balls against my ass - he was all the way in and I was filled to the max. The pain went away and I was sliding up and done his cock as though I was doing a pole dance.
I have never been penetrated so deep and in no time I was the one having the orgasm . My legs started an uncontrollable twitch. My thoughts were that I was going to break this little twig of a guy, but I did not care with the great pleasure I was receiving from his cock. I had a great orgasm and was still sliding up and down his cock when I felt his hips tense and I could feel his cock inside of me growing larger. Soon I felt this warmth of cum push inside of me and with no where else to go it surrounded his cock and started to ooze out of me and start dripping down his balls and my thighs. The feeling of his cum sent me into my second orgasm and I think I nearly fainted. As I sat on his cock totally exhausted I told him how amazing he was.
As I sat there not wanted to get off his limp cock, which I felt shrinking inside of me, I said that all the girls must love him for size. He looked at me and started to caress my tits. Haltingly, he said he was never with another girl. I was his first! He stated that all the girls like the good looking buff boys. He was always passed by as just a good friend to be around , not boyfriend material because of his size. Two thoughts went quickly into my mind. One was OMG! I just took his virginity and I felt bad for a brief moment, I also felt bad for him not having a girlfriend all this time. As I was thinking this and him caressing my tits, the shrinking cock in my pussy was no longer shrinking, but growing. OMG, he was getting hard again! I was in awe of how quickly he came back to life and I knew I did not have the energy to ride him any longer.
I eased off his cock and got on all fours on the lounge chair next to his. I asked him to do me doggy style, my favorite position. As he approached me, he guided his cock into my pussy and I grunted with each of his thrusts as he hit the top of my pussy. This time the pain did not go away as he dove deep inside of me and with each hard thrust I grunted loudly with pain and pleasure. I loved having his large ball sack slap my clit with each thrust and soon I was having my third orgasm as I felt him explode inside of me. All of this took place over the course of an hour! We again thanked each other and I told him this was our moment. I told him to go to the pool house and clean up. I was going inside for a shower as the rest of the group should be coming over to the house in another 30 minutes or so. As I stood in the shower cleaning up and getting cum off or me and out of me I was thinking what would happen next. What do I tell my husband? Will I use him as a boy toy or was this a one-time thing? Oh the thoughts going through my mind.
Well that is my story, this happened during the beginning of the summer and I did not have another instance with him. Fast forward a few months and he finally has a girlfriend. Of all people -my daughter! How am I going to deal with this?
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My husband goes to conferences around the world as part of his job as an engineer for a large oil company in Houston. I usually attended with him if the location are somewhere exciting or in another country, leaving our children with their grandparents or one of my siblings. Most of these trips were like a second honeymoon for us. However, it was at one of these conferences that we decided to take our first step (after almost a year of discussions) on our sexual journey.
Our plan was for me to go to the hotel bar and "allow" myself to be picked up by one of the attendees of the conference who were usually men of good quality and education. My husband would sit in the corner out of the way and watch and if a man did approach me he had a signal ready that would mean I had his OK. Nothing happened the first night and we returned to our hotel room. We tried again the next night and this time a man name Sven approached me and offered to buy me a drink. I accepted and we had a nice talk. It turned out that he was 32-years old and was from Sweden but had been living in the United Kingdom for almost a decade. He was married with two daughters.
When I looked up at my husband after about a half an hour of talking with Sven, he gave me the "go ahead" signal and smiled before going back to his paper. I then allowed Sven’s seduction to succeed and he invited me to his room for a drink of some local wine he had bought that he wanted me to try.
I agreed and I followed him up in the elevator and arrived at his room door. My heart was now beating very fast and my face was flush with excitement as he opened the door and invited me inside. I stepped over the threshold and into his actual room and knew that when I left the room, it would be after I had sex with Sven. I was impressed that his room was very neat and that he was an orderly person. I went over to the table with two chairs and sat down in one of them and he went over to his suitcase and brought out a bottle of wine and opened it up. He poured me a glass and then one for himself and we sat there drinking his good tasting wine trying to calm myself and catch my breath.
I mentioned that most men have a foot fetish of some degree. I had worn shoes for my adventure today, but I now slipped them off and placed them where he could get a good look at them. Sure enough his eyes wandered now and then to catch a glimpse. I then decided to make things interesting and I asked him to give me a foot massage and placed my feet into his lap. He took the foot and began to rub it. It was a bit harder than I normally liked, but he soon got a bit gentler with them and it was actually feeling very good. I also noticed, as I sipped my wine, that his hands were getting higher and higher up my legs and soon he was underneath my dress.
He then pulled back and said that he probably shouldn’t go any higher since my husband would get angry but I assured him that he probably wouldn’t mind what I did, but then I added something about what would his wife think and he too said that she probably wouldn’t mind since she didn’t come to visit him since she was probably with a lover. My sexual juices were now flowing and I was getting very stimulated at the thought of having sex. I took Sven's hands and put them back onto my feet and told him to continue. He hands made it underneath my dress in fairly quick time.
His hands began to get very serious with me and I felt his fingers brushing up against my panties. When he did this I let out a soft moan. I then felt Sven placing his hand onto my vagina (which was still covered in my panties). I felt his hand softly begin to rub this area and it felt good. Soon I felt his fingers underneath my panties and in direct contact with my vagina hair. I placed my hand on top of his hand that was doing its magic to me and rubbed his hand back and forth across the hair of my vagina.
He then took his hand from underneath my skirt, stood me up and gave me a long, lingering kiss while holding me tightly against me. He led me to the bed, laid me down, and began kissing and touching me. My heart was beating a mile a minute, but the wine did help to calm me down a bit.
As he slowly began to unbutton my blouse, I knew that I was now at the point of no return and that I was going to be having sex with this virtual stranger very soon. I felt no guilt and no sense of betrayal to my husband. I wanted to have sex with this man and he wanted to have sex with me.
When I was totally undressed, I began to unbutton his pants and take them off. His shirt came off next and he too was soon naked. I lay back down on my back and soon felt his hand finally make its mark as his fingers began to massage my clitoris between my very wet legs. His fingers knew what they were doing and where to touch and where to put pressure. He then switched and took my breasts into his hands and rubbed them. My breasts are very sensitive to the touch of a man. Press them too hard and they hurt, hold them just right and I can almost (but not quite) reach an orgasm. He touched them, kissed them, and took them into his mouth and sucked. I was in sexual heaven at this point and just closed my eyes and enjoyed myself.
He then began to kiss my body starting at my lips and working his way down. I loved the feeling of another man’s lips kissing my body as I felt him get lower and lower. When he finally reached my vagina, he bypassed that and continued down my legs to my toes where he began sucking them. I moaned a bit I felt his tongue licking each of my toes. He did this until he had taken each toe into his mouth and then he began to move back up my body.
This time he stopped at my vagina and began to kiss the top part where the hair was (I didn’t shave then and I still don't, but I do keep it neat and tidy). Soon, I felt him parting my legs and he was soon licking and kissing my most intimate area and it felt wonderful!
I was so sexually wound up that it didn't take much kissing and licking between my legs to get me to orgasm. I tried not to moan too loudly and I held his head in place begging him not to stop. The pleasure of the orgasm was moving over me like waves of an ocean which seemed to go on forever. When the pleasure finally subsided I saw Sven had lifted up his head looking at me. I told him to hand me my small coin bag. He got up and retrieved it from off the table and handed it to me. I opened it up and pulled out a condom which my husband had place there (two condoms actually) so I would be well prepared just in case things went smoothly.
I sat up and motioned Sven to come to stand next to me so I could put on his condom for him (that later became a fast rule for me, I brought the condom and placed it on the man. I didn't want any "accidents" to happen). I took hold of his very erect penis and noted that it was a little bit thicker than my husband’s but not much longer. I covered his penis and then laid back down on the bed and parted my legs. Sven got between them and I felt his body weight on top of me. He didn’t try to enter me at first but was adjusting his body to mine for a better fit.
But that didn't last for long as I soon felt the tip of his penis near my entrance hitting but missing me. I reached down, grabbed hold of his penis, and placed him where he needed to be and felt him pushing inside of me. As the tip of his penis fully entered me I felt the first tingle of pleasure. I love all aspects of sex, but especially when a man is entering me. As the man enters me his penis stretches open my vagina which directly affects my clitoris, thus it feels good.
Sven entered me all the way. I verified this when I reached down and felt the base of his penis touching the fleshy mound of my vagina. I then tilted my head back as he began to thrust, slowly at first, before picking up speed. I absolutely adore intercourse. Even without an orgasm, I would still go for it. Nothing else feels like it in the world. Sven was my entire world right now and as I felt his thrusting became more and more rhythmic, I wrapped my legs around his waist and held onto his back.
I’m one of those women that can orgasm with just a penis alone, but I like other ways to vary the pleasure. In this case he was hitting the right spot and wasn’t too rough or too gentle. He knew what he was doing and was doing it right. As I felt my orgasm slowly building up I could feel him quickening his pace. That’s the problem with first time intercourse with a new partner, it goes by way too fast as it is so new and stimulating. It had been like that with my husband at first, but after all these years, he knew how to do things right.
But Sven wasn’t able to last as long as I needed him to and when I felt him really starting to move, I realized that it was almost over. A few moments later he came inside me and then collapsed. We stayed there for a few minutes before he moved off of me to rest. I checked the time and we had been in the room for about an hour and a half. As Sven fell into a light sleep, I began to think of the enormity of what I had done. There was no turning back now. If my husband changed his mind and didn’t want me to go through with it, my goose was cooked.
I tried to get the thought out of my head as I rested next to Sven. After about 20-minutes we began to talk and I could see the beginnings of stirrings from Sven’s penis. It was definitely getting harder. That’s what I love about youth, the forever “hard on.” Bless my husband, but after sex that’s it for him, even if his favorite actress in the world, Sophia Loren, were to have walked into wanting sex, he would have had to tell her to come back tomorrow if he already had his orgasm.
We had sex again for the second time. Luckily I brought the second condom along. This time I was able to have an orgasm since he was not in a hurry like he was before. He was able to hit all my right spots and I came with him inside of me.
Afterward, I saw that it was getting late and told him I had to leave. We relaxed for a few moments before I got dressed and kissed him and left him on the bed. I arrived back at our room where my husband was waiting for me. He smiled as soon as I walked in and I was very, very relieved. I then told him everything that had happened and he was so stimulated that he had to have a quickie. He didn’t last long and flooded me with his sperm. I didn’t mind, that was his reward for the gift he gave me.
The conference continued and I didn’t see Sven again, which was just as well. I didn’t want to see him feeling guilty. I wanted the image of him seeing me off with a happy smile on his face.
That was my first sexual encounter with another man. I knew that I was going to have many more experiences very soon now that the genie was out of the bottle.
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They always hug, long and deep hugs in which he almost always reaches down and playfully starts his hug around her waist. He lifts her up so her feet come completely off the ground by about a foot. She is suspended there with her waist above his and her shoulders easily above his and he almost face to face with her breasts. She giggles and wraps her arms locked around his neck.
He captures the opportunity for a complete, full contact hug as she eagerly allows herself to be held there by him. Sometimes he twists himself back and forth playfully swinging her body lightly from side to side as she slides downward. I notice her breasts pressed and sliding across his upper chest. It seems so friendly, somewhat harmless as he treasures her there held securely with the tips of her toes helpless to touch the ground.
I look away as proof to the two of them that I am not troubled by their very personal contact. But I do sometimes feel a little awkward, even conflicted, fully watching. I want to see her feeling happy and having fun, yet it seems, at least to me, to be a somewhat obvious and relatively bold display of the personal and physical attraction they have for each other. I don’t know if they want me to see and yet they don’t seem to care. So occasionally I risk being caught watching it all. Mostly though, I turn away from watching directly to avoid feeling too uneasy. Besides, they do deserve at least the tiniest amount privacy. In spite of all this, I never turn so far I can’t see and watch, catching glimpses out of the corner of my eye. My minds eye impatiently fills in the rest. It’s no matter, it seems I’m just invisible to them anyway.
After a moment, he slowly and gently lowers my wife as he leans back I guess so she doesn’t just bounce to the floor. I notice again she is in full contact of his chest, stomach and waist as she slides down his body and her tiptoes just touch the ground. After being swung about, she has ended up with her legs slightly parted and on both sides of his leg. I see her chest and stomach pressed to him and her pelvis crushed against his leg still just ever so slightly still suspended there. After what seems like minutes, he allows her release from their close clinging moment. She gives him a simple but very close hug ending with her giving him a very friendly, soft and warm kiss. They always kiss.
At the bar, we all talk, they flirt and we all have a great time as I join in on their conversation and watch. After two hours, several beers for me and my buddy, and she with her four glasses of wine, we are a bit buzzed and ready to leave. On the way out the door, I off handedly suggest he take her to dinner the next night while I’m out of town to keep her company and have some fun. He grins a bit and says nothing. Then again, without thinking, I share my suggestion with her as we have now made our way to out the door to the sidewalk and in front of the large window of the bar. Upon hearing my idea she chimes in, “Oh yeah, that would be great. We will have some fun.” With a flirting smile, she slowly walks toward him, opens her arms, taking control, offering him another hug opportunity. He takes it.
He picks her up again and this time she seems suspended in the air for moments on end, swaying back and forth in his arms. As he allows her tiptoes to touch the ground I see her legs have parted again and she is completely pressed tightly against him. But this time it’s different. She seems to be pushing herself against him. She kisses him again and it lingers a second or two longer than usual and then we are all off for our separate homes.
The next evening I’m on the road at 8 p.m. We talk on phone and she asks about him coming to our home “while you’re gone, just to keep each other company over a few drinks and pizza and have some fun.” I wonder why she decided not to go out. I tell her to call and make her arrangement with him and go ahead and have some fun.
Texted
She: 8:30 p.m.: I don’t have his number.
I have given it to her many times and I know it is easy to find in my computer contacts. I am confused by the odd phone call and text. I guess she just wants my complete permission and approval again and is reminding me again that I did suggest they should be together tonight.
Me: 8:34 p.m.: Sent the contact info by email from my phone.
She: 8:35 p.m.: Thx
Then I hear nothing from her for hours. She almost always goes to bed early about 10:30 p.m. every night even when we have friends over. Even when he is there. When I’m out of town sometimes earlier. We always talk at night when I’m gone to catch up. She usually makes the call. But tonight, nothing. I decide not to call because she is almost always in bed when I call this late. So I risk a text just in case she is asleep.
Me: 11:30 p.m. Hey you… How’s it going.
I get no text or phone call for almost an hour or so. I stop thinking about my text and assume she is asleep. Finally I notice at 1:06 a.m. that she has sent a text about 20 minutes earlier.
She: 12:47 p.m. Good. He just left. Watched snl.
But that show is over at 11:30 p.m. I am amazed she is still up this late. The math races through my head. She texts me around 8:30, I text back, she calls him and I guess he gets there at 9 and she texts me almost four hours later. Plus I wonder about the hour and seventeen minutes after the show ended. So I venture an innocent enough, but curious enough text. I’m so anxious to know more but afraid to come right out with it.
Me: 1:09 a.m.: Have some
It’s at that point that I accidentally hit send. I sit there stunned at my fumbling fingers and what I had just texted to her. I worried what she must be thinking and what I meant by those words. I could not believe I made this mistake. My fingers tremble as I try to decide what to do. After a couple of minutes, shocked and worried I had waited too long to follow up, I added a finish to my message hoping to cover for my error. I decided since she had not yet responded, she must be waiting to see what I would say next.
Me: 1:11 a.m.: Oops... fun?
She: 1:15 a.m.: I did. Heading for bed. Early day tomorrow.
So there it was. “I did.” Not a simple yes but “I did” and she took four minutes to say it as if hesitant to present her passive, yet artfully aggressive, long distance admission. But she did and wanted me to know she did. I still wanted to know more. I wanted to hear her voice. I wanted to hear anything in her voice that further reinforced what I suspected was clearly the meaning of “I did.” I hurried another text still trying to ask innocently for more information.
Me: 1:16 a.m.: Sorry I didn’t see u txt bak. Want me to call?
She: 1:17 a.m.: No. Going to sleep. Call u tomorrow.
It was clear to me now. What ever had happened was none of my business other than to send her message with clear and torturous implications. I could see it all, from the big hug to his eventual full conquest of my willing and flirting wife. I know her. She’s clever, yet perfectly pliable. More likely, she had carefully positioned her arrangement precisely knowing she would fall pray to his conquest, accept his physical offerings and played it out for herself, and for him, and now for me as if I was standing right there able to half watch it all happen. Finally, it is the possible and undoubtable likelihood he is still there that weights my mind. It is perfectly clear to me now.
For the next few hours I try to sleep and I eventually do sleep about four hours later after reading and rereading the text messages over and over again still deeply convinced and yet exhausted and intoxicated with conflict, wonder and doubt.
The next day, she does not call. She sends a few text messages to keep me up on what is happening during the day. But that’s all. We always talk when I’m driving home.
I get home at about 10:30 p.m. that night. I come in I get a nice little kiss and hug. I start chatting about my trip and begin to talk about her “fun” evening, without noting the lateness of it all or that he was there for almost four hours. She interrupts me and says she’s really exhausted and is going to bed. After several days she hasn’t mention his visit nor what happened in the four hours they spent together. But I am still rapt around it.
A few weeks go by. Everything seems normal. Until one night she asks if I have talked to him. She openly asks where he is and when he is coming for a visit again. She repeats her ask three days in a row eagerly wanting him to come visit next weekend. She knows I have another trip out of town. She has his number. She could call him herself. She could keep it private.
So I conclude she needs me to help and participate again in making her arrangement. So I did. I call him for her.
We talk and catch up on various things. I drop in a comment about my schedule. I casually mention in the conversation she would like company again during my absents. He doesn’t address it directly but implies he might be up for some fun again. I can practically hear him smile over the phone.
I tell her later I did make the call. She asks “Will he come and visit?” I tell her about the conversation. I tell her he did not confirm precisely but he did say he might be up for some fun again. I tell her I’m sure they’ll have fun if she calls him and makes her arrangement again. It’s 9:30 p.m. She is in her night clothes. She smiles approvingly, comes over and softly presses herself against me. She asks “Do you think he’ll come for me?” I practically melt. She briefly allows me to get my hands under the sides of her night shirt and slide my hands along her soft skin from her waist, to her ribs, to the swells of the sides of her lovely large breasts. As I try to go farther she slowly pulls away. She thanks me for calling him and offers me a flirting yet controlled little smile and heads to bed saying she’s too tired.
Two days later she calls on the road to ask when he is coming over to keep her company while I’m gone. I clearly know she has his number. I tell her again to call and make her arrangement with him and go ahead and have some fun.
I am completely captured by this fog of innocence that clouds this charade. But it is clear she really wants me to know, be involved and approve. So this time without texting me she comes right out and says, “I don’t have his number.”
I am so shocked at her blunt denial, I am speechless for about ten seconds. Then I tell her “I’ll send it to you again.” I worry that my comment is too bold. But she ignores my acknowledgement that I know she . She simply just says, “thank you honey.” I look at my watch and notice it’s 9:30 p.m. But I can not believe she wants this evening with him to begin this late into the night. I am torn but I did finally send his contact information again, just as she asked.
Me: 9:54 p.m.: Sent the contact info by email from my phone.
She: 10:15 p.m.: Thx
My mind races into high speed a I assume he gets there by 10:45 p.m. But I guess I do hope they have “fun.” I wait again for her evening call. I wait, nothing. So finally I send the same test as I did weeks before.
Me: 11:30 p.m. Hey you… How’s it going.
I wait for hours, nothing. I can not sleep I can only imagine. Finally, I hear my phone ping.
She: 2:48 p.m. Very good. Too much wine.
It’s four hours again and I never imagined she would be up until almost 3 a.m. There is no pretense of watching snl.
I know how she gets when she is up late drinking. She lets go. She gets so flirty and conversations get so physically close. Some times she lets her top fall open enough to accidentally show most of her breasts. With him around while she’s drinking she loosens up, plays and she just teases him till she is flush pink.
He often sits back and casually enjoys her little flirt. But it’s obvious he enjoys it and shows his interest by listening to her every comment and engaging her in close conversation and helping her with beverages in the kitchen while I wait in the living room. It seems that on these nights those hugs become so much more. So tonight I wonder after having “too much wine” where did the flirting lead, where did the hug lead. I answered so fast it was with in the minute she sent her message. I guess now she knows I was waiting up for her text alone miles away in a hotel room.
Me: 2:48 a.m.: Have some fun? Want me to call?
She: 2:51 a.m.: We did. Not now. In bed.
“We did,” not “I did.” This time no mention of him leaving at all. And her words paired with “In bed.” seemed so very, very clear to me. But with so many facts, I am left with no real clarity. I am barely able to contain myself from what I think I know. I am stunned at the late hour and the implied admission of his four hour stay. She hasn’t even tried to say he has left at all. I wanted to answer immediately, but I was so caught up in this new message and read it over and over again. I suddenly realized I had waited almost 20 minutes. I worried she would suspect I knew what was happening. I knew now I waited long enough to send a signal I was shocked and trying to decide how react to their extended, private evening and her messages. I took the innocent route again. I needed to hear her voice.
Me: 3:12 a.m.: Oh, OK?
She: 3:15 a.m.: Oops... I’m in bed. Fun night. Sleep soon. Call u tomorrow.
So there I am left only with my cellphone in hand and the few implicative words of text. Her words kept ringing in my mind’s ear and my mind’s eye as I read and reread the messages from both of my out town text conversations. Wondering again if what I did in encouraging them to keep each other company had now grown into a full blown personal encounter.
She seemed to have softly taken command of her personal and physical world. She is holding us both in balance. I was lured into providing her an opportunity and he is subtlety being allowed to command her surrender of favor.
Two nights later, having just arrived home at about 8 p.m., she asked if I would call and invite him to meet us for drinks again that very night. I’m exhausted from the trip. But, I did, I did make the call and invited him again. He eagerly responded he was up for some fun again and arrives in less than 20 minutes.
They hug again when he arrives and it’s really a show as he picks her up. This time when she wraps her arms around his neck she accidentally allows her breast to brush against his face and he doesn’t resist at all. Then as he lowers her down from the hug her legs have spread again and she again is suspended on his leg. I can see out of the corner of my vision that she is actually not so subtly moving her hips against him before he releases her to the ground.
We all together head to the bar and he orders a beer then orders a wine for my wife and a glass of my favorite whiskey on the rocks for me. He is buying now. Their flirting is obvious to me now. They are acting unnervingly familiar. I finish my drink quickly and he buys me another and then another. We are seated near the back of the bar in a booth and out of sight of most people there. They are sitting together opposite me in the booth. We really seem to be having a good time and he buys another round. They’ve had two I on my fourth. When we are finished we decide to head back to our home for his car. It’s almost 11:30 p.m. She drives. I’m very relaxed.
When we arrive I am surprised as she invites him in for another round. He helps her fill the glasses. Beer again for him, glass of wine for her and another double shot of whiskey for me. We park ourselves on the patio and talk, laugh and enjoy. I tease her I’ve been away several days and jokingly imply I’m ready for some fun. She has been acting so sexy and my head is full of imagined moments. I become bold and try coaxing her to take her clothes off for us. They look at each other and laugh. We all keep talking and having fun but I am becoming increasingly tired as I notice it is about midnight.
The next thing I know I wake up in the patio chair and I am alone. I’m disoriented, but after regaining my bearings, I glance at my watch. Four hours have passed. It’s 3:55 a.m. I assume he left and she went to bed. I head inside to the kitchen.
I see them both standing there standing next to each other. Very close but not touching, it’s as if they heard me moving about and just separated. She has changed into her night clothes. It’s not that he hasn’t seen her in night clothes before. It’s just that tonight she is wearing her thin fabric, low cut, oversized, long tee shirt. I can clearly make out that not only is she braless but her panties are off as well. I come in the room and they tease me about leaving them to have fun on their own. He says he had better hit the road and reaches down to give her a hug again.
Even though I turn away slightly again, this moment is burned into my mind. As he pulls her up from the waist her night shirt rises too. Her naked rear comes nearly into full view. Her neckline loosens and falls and most of breasts are now pressed against him as she bumps his face while being gently swung about. I realize I know what’s next as she slides down his body. I notice more of her beautiful body come into view as he holds her and the tee shirt slides up and she slides down. Her rear is completely open to view now and I can see it clearly and it is pink red.
She has almost lost all pretense that she is wearing a shirt at all. It has slid up and I can see the sides of her breasts and her neckline has fully fallen deep enough that her breasts are almost completely out of the top of her shirt. That of course means her lovely bush is now also exposed and now pressed against his leg. I begin to wonder if he is just going to strip my wife nude right there in front of me. They hold on to each other forever it seems and then release. Her shirt falls completely back into place. It’s as if it never happened at all. As usual, I remain slightly turned, really unable to watch any of this directly. But I did watch, I did see, out of the corner of my vision and from where I stood watching the reflection in the darkened kitchen window.
He speaks up and announces, “Well now, we did have some fun tonight.” I can’t tell if he means all three of us or just the two of them. She gives him a close hug and what seems like a lingering kiss and he takes off.
Still a little groggy, I am alarmed at his bold statement. But determined, I am intent to take my turn and pull her toward me. I start to give her a hug but she holds my arms softly away from her body and she gives me a little kiss. I go further pushing my arms past her uncommitted resistance. I start to feel the side of her body through her night shirt. I can feel how so very warm she is. I feel her begin to collapse into my grasp and I begin to pull her shirt up and run my hand from her hips, to her waist a finally along the swells of her beautiful breasts. She presses herself harder against me just as I am about to reach forward for her breasts. She sighs so softly as I run hand toward her pink red rear feeling the creamy slippery wetness running from between her legs, I begin to think I will be rewarded but then she quickly starts to pull away as she has regained control of my arms.
“Honey it’s late and we had fun tonight. I’m really worn out now.” Again I wonder if she means all three of us or just the two of them. Then she adds a little laughingly, “Do you remember asking me to take my clothes off? Then you fell asleep.” The she giggles a bit. Then a little more seriously, “So after that, we did have some fun anyway. You don’t mind do you? Thank you for calling him to come for me again.”
I melt as she presses her warm body against me again. I nuzzle into her neck. I realize I can smell a hint of his after shave from their close hugs and the tangy smell of male sex coming from her belly. Then she leans back and reaches up for my face and the back of my neck. She moves in closer with her lips parted as if she is about to speak but then gives me a deep, flavor-filled passionate kiss. She pulls herself away from my needy grasp. I stand there dizzy with need.
She heads to bed. I tell her I’ll be up in a minute. I put away a couple of things in my office trying to calm down. Then I notice a dampness. My jeans are damp where she pressed herself against me when we hugged. I rub my fingers into the wet patches and sniff them carefuly to detect the familiar tang of male semen I realise why she is so wet and creamy, not the wetness of a woman aroused but the pervading creramy wetness of a cunt that has been filled and filled through the evening. I sit down and try to collect my thoughts but my mind races. I decide to reread all the texts again as our conversation tonight glazes my thinking. It takes a just a few minutes then head to bed hoping she is waiting for me.
She is asleep. I try to sleep and cannot as I am rampant, she is sleeping on her side back to me I slip my fingers into her slit and scoop out the creamy wetness then wipe it over my hardening cock, rubbing softly till it builds into a semen explosion as I get ready to come I roll towards her and shoot spunk between the cheeks of her bottom when she moans and pushed back into me but not awaking. I eventually do sleep but still deeply convinced again and yet exhausted and intoxicated with conflict, wonder and doubt over the texts and the four hours I slept on the patio.
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Hi, my name is Beth. I am 27 years old, married, 5'5" tall, 130 lbs. brown hair, nice round ass and large breasts. I have been married to Sam for seven years and up until six years ago had never had sexual encounters with anyone other than my husband.
It's May of 2003
During sex, my husband, Sam, would talk about me having sex with two men. I would call him sick and ask him to quit talking like that. He would keep making suggestion about additional sex partners, wanting to see me have sex with another man.
Many times I would suck his cock while he fucked me with a dildo and ask me to imagine it was another man’s cock. After a couple of times, I started to imagine it was another man’s cock in my pussy and started getting hotter and hotter. I started to cum like never before. Still, I would not try sex with another man or let my husband know how much I enjoyed the dildo.
I just could not understand how, if he really loved me, he could want me to be fucked by someone else, this made no since to me. I know that I loved him, and I would never want Sam to have sex with another woman. However, he just kept talking about giving me my sexual freedom.
Another couple of months of this, my husband approached me with another idea. He would set up an encounter with a man and all I would have to do is masturbate the man to orgasm. He said this would give me a chance to see what it would be like handling another cock and if I did not like it I could quit plus it would not be cheating since the man would have not fucked me. I refused, but after a couple of more months of begging I agreed only to get him to shut up. So, I would jack off a guy and tell my husband I hated it and it would be over.
He came home from work and informed me he arranged an encounter with a man he met for Friday afternoon before I went to work. I was very nervous and wanted to back out, but decided to get it over and done with. I was to wear black hose, black panties and a black bra, nothing else. I was getting pissed, but agreed.
At 2 pm the doorbell rang. I answered the door half naked and it was Barry, the man my husband set me up with. We talked a while and I told him my story. He moved closer to me and kissed me. I pulled back and said that’s not part of the deal. He asks how he is going to get hard if he can't get excited. So we begin to make out. His tongue was down my throat and his hands rubbing my tits. I was getting excited. He broke away to get undressed. When is slid he pants off I could not believe I was looking at a strange mans cock. I started rubbing his cock, watching it grow. He started kissing me again and I responded back pushing my tongue down his throat. Stroking his cock as it grew in my hand. He undid my bra and began massaging my tits. I was as hot as I have ever been in my life.
After a few minutes, Barry lowered his head and began sucking my tits while his hand was rubbing up my leg up to my wet pussy. I was stroking his rock hard cock and loved it. All a sudden he slid two fingers in my pussy and I began to cum. I was moaning very load by now. I could feel my wetness running down the inside of my legs. Barry was ready to cum and asked if he could cum on my tits. I said yes and he took his cock and pumped large gobs of cum all over my tits. I rubbed the cum all over my chest, it was so hot.
Barry got dressed, kissed me deeply and thanked me for a hot time. I told him I enjoyed it myself and looked forward to doing it again.
After coming home from work that evening I told my husband what happened. He was so excited and fucked me silly and I needed a cock badly. I imagine his cock fucking me was Barry's cock and I came harder than ever in my life.
Sam ask me if I wanted to try it again and I agreed quickly! I had started to become a slut wife.
Beth
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She ’d told me that she was going to visit Jennifer--her friend who lived about 10 minutes away. But, unfortunately for Sally, Jennifer was out of town, and I knew it.
Sally finally made it home at 10 minutes past 11:00. I had been planning for this moment for the last four hours.
As she walked into our bedroom, I could tell that she'd been fucked. Her hair was a mess and her make-up appeared to be hastily applied.
“I’m so sorry I am so late,” she said. “Jennifer was really, really needy tonight. Her mother’s been on her case again about Ted.”
Ted is Jennifer’s good-for-nothing boy friend.
“That’s OK, hun,” I replied quietly, “one of the things I love most about you is that you are so caring about the needs and feelings of others.”
It was a lie. But, I needed a pretext to get close to her. I slowly got out of bed and crossed to where she stood by the doorway. I reached out and drew her to me. She protested.
“Please, Don, it has been a long day, and I am exhausted.”
“Too exhausted to kiss your husband,” I replied in mock despair. Even at this distance I could smell him on her.
I grabbed her waist and pulled her to me. Roughly, her lips met mine. I could smell his cologne on her skin.
I pulled her to the bed. She continued to protest.
“Please, Don, I am too tired. I need a shower and some sleep.”
I let her go and sat quietly down on the end of the bed. An explosion of thoughts cascaded through my head. Certainly, I was jealous and hurt, but I was also strangely aroused and excited.
She’d been with another man. There was simply no doubt about it in my mind. We'd only been married for four years and in that time never any indication of unhappiness. Yet, I clearly was not keeping her satisfied.
I had known before we were married that she had an extremely active sex life, and even while we were dating, she had seen some other men. But, she assured me that she would remain faithful to me once we were married.
Only, it was now clear to me that she hadn’t kept that promise.
“Sally,” I said finally, “I know that you were not with Jennifer tonight.”
“You what?” she replied, almost stuttering.
“Jennifer called me Monday and told me that she would be out of town for a few days. Also, after I got your message tonight, I drove by Jennifer’s to confirm that no one was home. Her car was gone and her mail for the last two days was still in her mailbox.”
Like a deer in headlights, Sally stood in total terror. “What exactly are you accusing me of,” she said after a couple moments.
“Sally, I know what you have been up to, and I have a fair guess of who you have been doing it with. It’s Steven, isn't it? Don’t make things worse by playing me for a fool. I can smell the cologne on your skin, and your hair and make-up are all messed up.”
She looked down at her feet then up at the ceiling. I could see the tears welling up in her eyes. Her knees were shaking as she finally returned her gaze to me. Then, silently, her head nodded up and down.
I’d met Steve at her company picnic two months earlier. He was an intern working at the firm for the summer. Only twenty or so years of age, he'd been obviously interested in my Sally. I hadn’t thought anything of it at the time, other than to have been flattered that such a young stud could be interested in my wife. But, in retrospect, his interest was obviously not innocent.
I was happy that she hadn’t tried to bluff me or lie to me further. At least she respected me that much. “Why?” I asked after several minutes. It is the predictable question. What had I done wrong, or what wasn't I doing? There must be something.
“Oh, Don, I don’t know why?” Sally exclaimed, as she started pacing back and forth at the foot of the bed. “It makes no sense at all. You have been a wonderful husband and a great lover--all that any wife has any reason to want or expect. It isn't anything that is missing in our relationship. Something is wrong with me. He was so attentive, and it was clear that he was interested in me. And, I found his attention so flattering. So, one night I agreed to meet him for a few drinks--I found his advances so inviting, that someone other than you could still be interested in me--and, we...”
“Fucked,” I finished, after waiting for her to use the words herself.
“Yes,” she finally confirmed. “Oh, Don, I am so sorry. You must be so angry and you have every right. I will do anything--ANYTHING--to make this right. I will call him tonight to tell him it’s over. I will leave my job. Just tell me what to do, and I will do it.”
I was so gratified to learn that there was nothing emotional in the relationship. It was as I suspected (or at least hoped) purely physical.
I found myself even more aroused at the thought of what my wife was telling me--that she had elected to engage in a purely physical sexual tryst with a man more than six years her junior. The image of his youthful, muscular body ravaging my wife’s was...exciting me...in a way I was completely unprepared to accept.
My mind began to wonder at the raw sexuality that the engagement must have represented. Where had they spent their intimate times together? In his car? At his apartment? Some seedy dive somewhere? And, how had he taken her? Gently? Roughly? Had he used protection or did he ride my wife’s most intimate region bareback? Was his cum even now deeply deposited in my wife’s vagina? Suddenly, I felt a deep seated need to know.
“Take off your panties,” I told her.
“What?” she responded, eyes widening.
“You heard me. Take off your panties and hand them to me.”
I didn't think it was possible to cause Sally to look more shamed than she had. But, her face and body took on the appearance of a woman completely stripped of all dignity and self worth as she slowly unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans.
As she removed her jeans, she started to protest again. “I don’t understand what you could possibly want with my panties...,” she started.
“You know exactly why I want your panties. Don’t try to lie to me, not tonight,” I responded, with an edge in my voice intended to make clear who was in control.
Finally, she stepped out of her cotton briefs and, hand shaking, gently handed them over to me. Her five foot six one-hundred and thirty pound frame looked appropriately frail and vulnerable I thought as she stood before me naked below the waist.
I looked down at the crotch of her panties. They were obviously completely soaked through and through with a slick white juice that could only be his cum.
Instinctively, I felt my penis become immediately and painfully erect in my pajama bottoms. “You let him fuck you without a condom, didn't you,” I stated flatly.
“Yes,” came her response in almost a whisper.
“Lay down on the bed,” I instructed her.
She complied. She kept her legs together, but even so I could see that her dusty blond pubic hair was glistening with moisture and matted from her activities earlier in the evening.
I slowly rolled on my side, removing my pajama bottoms and taking my member into my hand.
“Show me,” I commanded.
Tears were now streaming from her eyes. Her body convulsed as she fought to hold in a further demonstration of her complete subjugation.
“No,” she protested weakly, “I won't let you humiliate me this way.”
“YOU won't let ME humiliate YOU,” I responded. “What about the humiliation I felt this evening?”
There was no possible reply to my rhetorical question, and she knew it.
“You said you would do anything. Well, this is just a start. You had better be ready and willing to do this for me. After all, YOU were certainly willing enough to do it for HIM tonight, weren't you.”
Slowly she brought her knees up and spread her legs. The ceiling light cast a hard shadow across her legs and stomach. But her pussy was now clearly visible. Her outer lips remained swollen and puffy. The opening to her vagina was gapping, and I could clearly see a stream of milky clear liquid still slowly oozing out and down between her legs.
Slowly stroking my cock, I was mesmerized by the sight. The raw passion of what had transpired between them could not be denied. The visual evidence was overwhelming. It seemed impossible to me that his cum could still be leaking from her pussy after so much time.
“Exactly how many times did he use you as his cum dump this evening?” I asked.
I could tell that the question bothered her, but I didn't care. This moment was all about me. Just like the moments earlier in the evening had been all about her.
He filled me four times, I think,” she replied, flatly.
“What positions were you in, when he ‘filled’ you,” I continued, now looking deeply into her eyes.
Her eyes held my gaze as she responded in a slightly defiant voice. “The first time he came, I was fucking him on top. Then, I sucked his cock to get it hard. Once he was erect enough, he took me doggy style until he came again. Then we took a short break. I sucked him some more to get him hard. Then he took me missionary style. He told me he was finished, so I got on top of him again and started rubbing myself against his thigh and penis. After a while, he got hard. I stuck him in me, and I fucked him hard from on top until, I think, he came again.”
After a moment, she continued, “well, that’s what you wanted to know, isn't it.”
As she told the story, my mind found itself imaging each of the positions and what the moment of orgasmic pleasure must have looked like. Pre-cum was now flowing from my eye like a river.
Then her voice changed.
She wiggled her pussy at me slightly, and said, “That’s all his cum up inside me. Don’t you think you should do something about it?”
She was looking at my cock now and knew that I was aroused.
“Like what?” I asked.
“Like taking that big prick of yours and sticking it into me. You know you want to.”
She was right. For some strange reason that I could not explain, I desperately wanted to fuck her well used pussy.
“Come on, fuck his cum right out of me,” she commanded.
Something invisible took control of my body. With a passion I had never felt before, I climbed up over her body and position the head of my penis at the mouth of her vagina. I could feel his cum lubricating the tip of my penis as I moved it back and forth along her opening.
“Fuck me!” She demanded.
With one trust, I pushed my cock deep into her opening. The sensations were nothing like what I had ever felt before fucking. It was like sticking my prick into a warm, slippery, gelatin-like substance. I could barely feel the walls of her vaginal canal around me though I could feel her vaginal sphincter trying vainly to grasp the base of my penis.
With each stroke of my cock, I could feel globs of his cum being captured by the head of my penis and gently forced past the hold of the sphincter and out of her womb. The act we were engaged in could not be confused with love making. The forces at work were anything by loving. They were instinctual and all consuming. I literally wanted to fuck every bit of him out of her. And, the feeling was one of desperation, not passion. Harder and harder I pumped myself into and out her cunt.
Slowly, some amount of friction returned to the walls of her vagina as the lubrication supplied by his cum was gradually removed. I could now feel the slight tingling grow at the base of my own balls which generally signaled the onset of my own orgasm. More forcefully I pounded my cock deeper and deeper into my wife. Somewhere in the back of my mind I took note of how Sally was now grabbing her own legs and pulling them further apart so as to facilitate my violation of her body. Her own breathing had shortened and her hips were now rising to meet my every thrust.
My orgasm was now only moments away. The tingling in my balls had given way to a pressure at the base of my penis. That pressure was, in turn, rising higher and higher with every stroke. I worked hard to maintain mental control of my own sphincters which, once opened, would unleash a torrent of my own sperm-filed ejaculate into her womb to replace his.
Sally’s hands now grabbed my own ass and pulled me hard as I could feel the convulsions of her orgasm take over control of her own body. Those convulsions set her own vaginal sphincter into spasm resulting in a steady, rhythmic pulsation that unlocked the door to my own orgasm. With one last thrust, I drove my hips hard into Sally’s as wave after wave of muscular contractions overtook my hold on my sperm and set my cum flowing up my shaft, past my head, and deep into my wife’s now well used pussy.
Vaguely, I was aware of Sally’s screams and she cried out against the combination of intense pain and pleasure that an orgasm delivers. My own screams were contained by the pillow into which I had driven my face. The combined convulsions and contractions seemed to continue for several minutes.
Slowly, I felt the waves of passion and pleasure subside as my now spent member began to slowly deflate. I slowly rolled on to my side, pulling my hips from in between hers.
It was a couple more minutes before actual, meaningful thought proved possible again.
As reason returned to me, I remained disturbed by all that had transpired. My wife had been unfaithful, and I had been turned on deeply by the event. What did that make me?
I turned to look at Sally. But, the night’s activities had clearly taken their toll. She was fast asleep, and I did not have the heart to wake her to have a further conversation. After all, I had no idea what more I was really ready to say. So, instead of waking her, I decided to join he. I got up, turned off the lights, and returned to bed.
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I have posted this story of our hot vacation in Penthouse - Forum or Variations, and also in Gallery. I even got a T-shirt the said "My letter was printed in Forum"; wore it on the beach in south Texas once but Mary didn't like the idea much. Not sure when I really started to think about other men screwing Mary but it was well after we married. At first I was very protective and then after a bit realized that it rather turned me on to see her be close to another man. About this time I started to read a magazine called Mr. which had some articles on wife swapping. I finally got Mary to read some and with that and Gallery; later Penthouse, she admitted that she might be interested. Of course at this time it was in wife swapping, where I would be with the other wife. That wasn't actually how we started as we had problems finding other couples. At first we only answered ads from couples in other states as we were scared and just wanted to exchange letters and later photos. The photos ended up not being a good idea as we almost got in trouble over them. I will go into detail about that later if you like but it isn't a nice story - scared us to death at the time and got us out of wife swapping for a bit.
Mary was a virgin when we married and had really not dated any other fellow. We had experimented with hand jobs and oral sex but no actual cock was in her pussy until the night we married and for the next seven or so years only my cock experienced that lovely pleasure. Actually the first two men were both singles and the first couple we swapped with were very experienced and actually were a bit of a turn off as they were so cold about it - or so it seemed at the time. His wife insisted on a condom so I had to go out, after we were already in bed, to get some and when I got back I had lost a lot of the desire. I did manage to fuck her but the condoms and everything took a lot away from the act. That was the only time we met them but through them we did meet another couple who were very nice and we swapped with them several times (no condoms thank God). The wife was a red head and had a bushy cunt which was a super turn on for me. She also loves for a guy to eat her pussy and couldn't seem to get enough. Mary said that the husband was pretty good at fucking but not so well at eating pussy which might be why she enjoyed what I did so much. We were in Tennessee at the time and as you might expect in the mid '70's that was still the Bible Belt so there wasn't a whole lot of wife swapping going on. After a bit though we managed to meet with a few couples in the area and then I was transferred overseas (Korea) so that put a stop to the swapping for awhile.
I have never had any interest in sucking cock but to be honest a couple of times I have been on the bottom eating her pussy while another guy fucked her and in that position you can't help but get your tongue on his cock at times. I was always afraid that the guy would think I was gay or bi and was very careful, but have to admit that I have seen some very attractive cocks working in Mary’s' cunt and can see why a person might want to clean them after they pull out. But that just wasn’t for me though I did enjoy the sight of her playing with and sucking a hard cock. I am uncircumcised and while Mary has never complained and can pull the skin back just fine with her lips, she also seems to be attracted to circumcised cocks and having seen more than my share I can sorta see why. I know it is a super turn on to see her working on one with her mouth and tongue while smiling at me with her eyes. She has the most beautiful smile, even with a cock in her mouth and her eyes also smile. Gosh, she is a wonderful fucking machine who I love with all my heart. Love to pull her close and feel all the cum in and on her body and kiss those slushy lips and taste the other fellow on her.
It is such a turn-on, once you get use to the idea, of having your wife screw another guy and then walk around with his cum dripping down her legs. I suppose I am pretty much alone in that I keep a list of the men my wife fucks. I have mentioned this to several other husbands and found very few that had even thought about keeping a list. Don't know why but for some reason it really turned me on to add another name to the list. Even now it is very erotic to get out that list and think of all those cock that have enjoyed her pussy. What with age, the AIDS scare and some (non-sexual) medical problems we have all but dropped out of the lifestyle now but I still have the memories and sharing them with others is still a turn on as is hearing from others who share the same feelings. Mary hasn’t added any new names to the list in quite some time and her total right now is 201 different men - not counting me. And, all of them were after we were married. Makes me feel so proud of her, that her cunt has tasted so many different cocks. By the way, she also took every one of them bareback - never could stand condoms, so I got a LOT of sloppy seconds and creampies.
Mary had fucked 17 fellows within the first two years and we moved during that time so there was a period of about two months that she had no "strange" cock, but once she got going again she made up time. I am about average I guess with 7", and pretty large around but Mary has had many larger and loved them, but she had one fellow with 12" and that was just about too much. Her pussy was really open when I got to her that night. For the most part she preferred then about 9" especially of they were large around. She had one guy that I think was over 12" but he was pretty thin so there was not so much pain but when I went down on her later it took forever for his cum to finally come out - he must have stuffed it way deep inside her.
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I was a bit taken back at first and told him that I would need to think about it first. I was actually attracted to the wife. Even though she was about 62, she was still very sexy to me. I would come by to their home now and then on my days off, when he was at work, and talk and discuss various things. I remember one time I knocked on her door and she answered it and was dressed in a halter top, short pants and was wearing a pair of flip flop sandals. I had never seen her feet before, and I have to admit that it was very stimulating. We sat and talked and I kept looking down at her feet. They were very nice, not painted and they seemed so perfect. She eventually kicked off her sandals and was sitting there barefoot. She must have known that I was looking at her feet, but she was gracious enough to not say anything.
We continued our friendship over the next few months. I went over for dinner with them, and we would go out as friends to various places. She had parties at her home and I was sure to get an invitation. I would have nothing in common with anyone else, but I made sure I stuck by the wife. I would usually stay until the end, and help put things away before leaving, but not before we got to sit down and chat by the pool, the husband, the wife, and myself.
I began to dream about her, and felt a strong attraction to her I wasn't really into older women, but there was something about her that I found so appealing. I continued to go to their home to visit, and we really began to build up our friendship. I liked them both, but I have to admit I really enjoyed being alone with the wife. Even though I had no plans to take her to bed, the thought did cross my mind. I started to show up at their home alot more when he was at work, and she would always be dressed in something that showed off her body. One day she came to the door and had no bra on, just the halter top and was barefoot. I almost died just looking at her, but I had to remind myself to keep eye contact and not look at her body. Every now and then I would look her over when she was doing something else, and I realized how large her breasts were.
Then one day it happened. Her husband had a private talk with me and took me out to the nearby bayou for a walk. He started talking about his health problems and how his wife had been suffering for the past few years because of him. He finally came out and told me that he wasn't able to please his wife any longer and that he was very upset over this. He then said that he wanted very much for his wife to be happy and would do anything for this. He continued saying that his wife was very attracted to me and he would consider it a favor if I were to take his wife to bed and satisfy her. He immediately told me that they were not looking to divorce, and they didn't want someone in their life to complicate matters. He said that they had talked it over the past few months and came to the conclusion that they would both be happy if a person could be found to please her sexually, with no commitment. But it had to be someone they trusted.
I guess I was the person chosen. I asked many questions, including what exactly they expected from me, and the short answer was that I was expected to provide some sexual release for the wife, and yes, that included sexual intercourse with her. I didn't want to sound too eager, so I kept a thoughtful silence, and then told him very gravely that I accepted. He seemed happy and we arranged a meeting that very weekend. I didn't really know what to expect, but I was very excited.
That Friday came, and we arranged to go out to dinner. We talked and had fun like we normally did and then we finally went back to their home (which was a very beautiful, fancy home I might add). The wife went to the bathroom, and the husband and I talked and he told me some of the ground rules. He told me point blank that he expected me to screw his wife that night and that he would not be involved tonight, but would be discreetly around. I told him that this would be fine, and we continued talking and chatting until she came out in a very nice, black Teddy. She came and sat down next to her husband and poured herself a glass of wine and asked us what we were talking about. Her husband told her that everything was OK, and we then talked for about 20 minutes, until he excused himself and went upstairs.
The master bedroom is downstairs, but she came over to me and asked me if her husband had explained everything to me. I told her that he did, and she smiled and touched my leg. We talked for about ten minutes and then she stood up and took my hand and led me to the bedroom. It was then that I realized that I was going to be mounting a woman 30 years older than me, and loving every minute of it.
It was a great night. We held each other for a little while and I ran my hands up and down her back and we then kissed. Soon we were on the bed touching and kissing.
We kissed, talked and touched each other and I could notice that every now and then, out of the corner of my eye, the husband would be in the doorway watching. I think he was in the nearby guest room in between watching us. I actually like the idea of being with a woman, and having her husband watching with approval. I then moved to her feet and gave them a massage for a bit. Like I said, she has gorgeous feet! I have a slight foot fetish, and just love to see women's feet in sandals or barefoot. She was barefoot of course and so I kissed and touched them for awhile.
That only got me more stimulated and soon I found my head between the legs of the wife. She is very vocal, which encourages me to keep on going. Since I know she isn't faking it, I only get more stimulated. I don't like being with women who are so quiet when you are down south. It makes you wonder if anything you are doing is working.
Well what I was doing was working;she then got me on my back, straddled me and slowly lowered herself onto me.I was a bit concerned because I wasn't wearing a condom. I knew that she wasn't going to get pregnant because of her age, butI thought that maybe she might have some concerns about an STD. But she smiled at me, and told me that it wasn't necessary, that she and her husband haven't used condoms in years and she wasn't about to use one now. I then relaxed and just let everything go. I love the feeling of entering a woman for the first time during a lovemaking session. (She did put some jelly lube on me just before she lowered herself).
So here I was, in the bed of a married couple, being watched by the husband while having his wife on top of me with my penis buried inside her. I almost came a few times, and had to pace myself and relax and think of other things. It worked and we continued on. She indicated by her moans and by telling me that she had an orgasm and rolled off me. I then turned her around in the spooning position and felt her body, which was very warm and sweating. The husband had returned back to his room at this point. I then entered the wife in the spooning position from behind and then did most favorite thing in the world: Talk while I was inside a woman.
It's very exciting for me to actually be inside a woman and talk. I don't know why this is such a turn-n for me, but it really is. I moved slowly inside her to keep up my erection and then we just talked about her likes, dislikes and whatever came to mind. As we talked I did start to move up the pace and finally I put my hand on her clit and rubbed it slowly. She stopped talking and I kissed her for a long while. She then closed her eyes and I started to move between her legs much faster, and my hands were in the clit area. When she orgasmed, she just relaxed afterwards and we both were in total peace. I finally pulled out of her and turned her around and faced her. We talked for a few minutes and then she said that she wanted me on top of her. Our joke it condoms (much like the joke the woman you were with recently did with condoms being on the table in the bedroom). I asked "condoms" and she just smiled, and told me "you know the answer."
I then put her on her back and touched her breasts and belly.Then I parted her legs and moved between them and put my penis at her entrance. There was no need for any jelly to lube the area, I just pushed slowly and slid in (slowly of course). She put her hands on my back and bottom as I moved between her legs. I remember what you said about Kathy liking a man to actually be able to stay inside her for a long time. I decided to try and do that for her. Normally at this point I just go ahead an orgasm as fast as I could. But not this time. I moved between her legs, but not at such a fast speed as to orgasm. I would look at her face and kiss her every now and then. I couldn't see him but I knew the husband was sitting on the sofa in the bedroom watching.
I changed my position several times. I stayed in the missionary position because that is how she likes to finish off sex, but I had to use various positions to give rest to my arms and elbows. When I heard her moan softly, she then whispered in my ear "I just came." That was about all I could stand and so I decided that now was the time to do it. I lifted myself up a little higher and started moving very fast. I could feel her legs squeezing me and breathing hard into my ear. I then told her that I was coming (she likes to know so she can prepare herself) and after a few more thrusts, I felt my sperm flooding into her body.
We just relaxed for a long while before we spoke. She told me that I was going to stay the night in bed with her and she expected me to hold her. I then held her and just relaxed and eventually we fell asleep. The next morning I found myself in bed with this nice looking 62 year old that I had screwed the night before, and I got very stimulated again.
Soon I was on top of her moving between her legs and listening to her moaning softly in my ears. Soon she gripped my bottom tightly and let out a muzzled yell, and then I released my sperm once again deep inside her.
We went out to breakfast, the wife, husband and me. I think that this will be the first of many more times to come.
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We went over to their house and had a meal together like any two couples who were friends. In fact there was nothing sexual about our conversation although we all liked to joke and tease one another. After the meal was over and we cleaned up the dishes, Estelle went over to Megan and embraced her and they exchanged a few kisses. I always liked seeing them kiss and it made me hot and horny watching them together.
After they separated, Estelle took Ron by the hand and they went into the den which was separated from the living room where we were by a wide archway. This is it, I thought, they are going to fuck. Sure enough Estelle embraced Ron and started opening his pants while kissing him passionately. There was something out of control about her like she was no longer my wife. Now she was a woman with an itch in her pussy that she wanted scratched with a hard cock. Ron responded to her cue by pulling off her clothes until she was in her bra and panties and he was in his undies. Megan and I quickly undressed but we were both mesmerized by what we were watching. My wife took off her bra and panties and then lay down on the floor. Lying on her back, she drew her legs back towards her head like a female animal presenting her hot wet cunt to the male for the taking. Ron peeled off his underwear to reveal his long thin cock pulsating in desire and bobbing up and down slightly from its engorgement. Wow, I thought, I can't believe this, they're really going to do this. I was tense that I quickly mounted Megan mechanically but our attention was completely focused on our spouses.
Ron got down on his knees on the floor and while holding himself up with his hands, he positioned his groin to meet Estelle's waiting pussy. It took just a little maneuvering before the tip of his rock hard cock found the open entrance to Estelle's cunt. Just after the cock head slipped past the lips of her willing pussy, he pushed forward with his pelvis and his shaft was quickly and completely engulfed. The two of them gave a little sigh of satisfaction at this completion of their union. I swallowed hard and tried to control myself in the midst of witnessing my cuckoldry. There was my wife in the act of copulation with her legs pulled up and her ankles resting on Ron's shoulders over her. While he rested on his elbows his hands were around her head so that he could hold it and kiss her as they fucked. His stiff love shaft was buried in her oozing love hole right up to the hilt and her pelvis tilted at an upwards angle to meet his groin.
Megan and I continued our fucking but we were both lost in what we were watching. Right in front of our very eyes, our spouses were enthusiastically mating like a couple of animals in heat. They began rocking together rhythmically as Ron pulled his cock out of her body and then shoved it back in violently lifting her up off the floor. I had always imagined that they made love gently and quietly but there was nothing gentle and quiet about this. This was a raw savage fucking of male breeding female. While Ron grunted and moaned with each thrust into her swollen wet pussy, Estelle urged him on with pure lust in her voice. "Come on, Ron, give it to me, baby. Give me your cock. Hard. Fuuuuuuuuuuck meeeeeeeeee, babeeeeeeeeee!" The juices flowing from her cunt made a sloppy sucking sound as his balls slapped up against her ass with each deep penetration. They were like a fucking machine with him supplying the piston and her the well-lubricated chamber. She gripped her legs as he pushed down on her bending her in two with the pounding force of his assault.
I could hardly believe my eyes. Who would have thought to see my wife, the school teacher and soccer mom, conservative and traditional as far as the world could see but here, presenting the very core of her sexual being to be taken in wanton adultery by another man right before her husband's eyes. She was shameless in her desire for her lover offering herself as a receptacle for the hot sperm load he would soon pump into her. I could only watch in amazement as their copulation continued fast and furious and they built up their tension towards their climax. Even though I felt a little nauseous watching it, at the same time I was so turned on by it that I felt myself wanting Ron to complete the marriage act. I wanted him to fill my wife's womb with a tremendous load of cum. Yes, I wanted to watch as he did it. I wanted his male member to breed with her female sex and make her his own woman with his semen in her loins. My own tension steadily increased with their fucking intensity and when I couldn't hold out any longer, I spewed my seed into Megan's willing cunt. There was no relief in it however and I remained bone hard.
By this time Ron was at the height of his frenzy, moaning and hollering in his quest for release. My wife rocked back and forth under the fury of his raging cock as it attacked her cunt, driving up into her as far as he could and lifting her ass up off the floor before withdrawing slightly for another thrust. Her frantic cries were a jumble of variations on "Oh Ron" and "Fuck" and "Harder" while she steadied her legs with a hand on each of them. Damm, she was getting fucked hard! I wasn't sure how much longer I could take it. I wanted to holler along with them, Give it to her, Ron! Give it to her!
At last Ron stopped his bucking and his buttocks tensed. Oh God, this was it. This was the moment of truth. Making a series of loud animal grunts, I could see his balls contracting and I knew that I was witnessing the fulfillment of their mating. There they were, man and woman, completing the act of cuckoldry. They were both still as he emptied his balls into her and the only sound was that of her uterus convulsing as it welcomed the flood of semen that Ron spurted onto her cervix deep in her pelvis. For what seemed like an eternity they stayed locked together in their coital embrace until it was finished and Ron rolled off of her onto his back beside her. Estelle released her legs from her grip and they lay apart lifeless while her wet and gooey pussy oozed a combination of juice and cum in a trickle down to her asshole.
I couldn't stand it any more. I hopped up off Megan and went over to Estelle where she lay in a dreamy stupor with Ron sprawled next to her. I don't know if I was just so horny from what I had seen or if I had some strange compulsion to reassert dominion over my wife but I just had to have my cock in her. I could feel almost nothing as I pushed my dick between the raw and swollen lips of her well-used pussy. When I was inside her I could feel my cock bathed in the hot pool that Ron had deposited inside her. She was filled and dripping with his seed and all I could do was pitifully add my cum to his load by ejaculating quickly into her. It hardly seemed to matter. She barely seemed to notice my humping her she was so lost in the aftermath of her adulterous coupling. She was a woman who had been satisfied by her man and whatever came afterwards no longer mattered.
Yes, I had been cuckolded right before my very eyes. I had witnessed my wife's infidelity in the most graphic manner possible as she took another man's cum into her womb. Even as I spewed my own load into her, I knew that things would never be the same between us. There was no going back and the images in my mind of my wife giving herself to another man completely would never be erased no matter how much cum I pumped into her afterwards.
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