Caught Off Guard

January 2012

In this Issue:

• At his graduation party she gave him and his pals a special present
• He is surprised at the passion his wife shows with four young studs
• She loved giving oral sex, and her neighbors were very glad she did
• One guy stood her up, but four others more than made up for it
• Want to cure an ailing sex life? Get your wife to let you be the boss
• He thought she was a slutty woman. Well, she was slutty anyway
• His old dominatrix girlfriend inspires his wife to play sex games
• He loves dressing like a woman, and having sex like one as well
• Her idea was a wicked one—which was just why he agreed to it
• When this girl said, ‘Put a sock in it,” she meant it literally!
• When her sex life gets boring she takes to the streets—and loves it
• This man just loves making passes at girls who wear glasses
• Caught Off Guard
• Her sister told her to do something to really turn her man on, so she did
• Not To Be Hurried
• Can there be such a thing as having too much fun at a party?
• Tell Me Everything
• When the deed was done, she thanked him for opening her up
• Clueless Mom had to be the only one who didn’t see this coming
• When the power went out, she headed for the warmer bedroom
• Revenge can be as sweet as a young lady’s butt cheeks
• He didn’t even try to resist the charms of his new neighbor
• While the cat’s away, this minx finds a lusty tomkitten to play with
• He realized she wasn’t joking about what she wanted for her birthday
• To ease the neighbor lads’ loneliness, his wife befriended them
• There is sometimes safety in numbers, and sometimes wantonness
• A NIGHT WITH AN OLD BOYFRIEND WAS HER FANTASY COME TRUE
• SHE TURNS LOTS OF GUYS ON WITH THE HELP OF HER HUSBAND
• THE SON COULDN’T DO IT, BUT HIS FATHER WAS A DIFFERENT STORY
• HE AND HIS FRIEND TEAM UP ON HIS WIFE, AND SHE JUST LOVES IT

Naughty and complicated—that’s how I would describe my sex life. Proudly spinning a web of lies and deceptions that eventually rises up to the surface. My pussy is always open and ready for anything.

Life wasn’t always so intriguing. It was rather dull. Just a year ago, I was a devoted military wife, standing behind her man, praying for his safety, hoping for a speedy homecoming—to make up for all the sexless days and nights. I stayed up every night full of turmoil and loneliness. That was, until I found out the dirty truth about my husband.

Ron had come home from his first six-month stint in the Middle East, and being a diligent wife, I unpacked his duffel bags and was mindlessly loading the laundry bags when a shiny material caught my eye. In between a grimy pair of socks, a red pair of silk panties flashed at me. As I unrolled the skimpy G-string, my mind grew suspicious. Either Ron was a panty-stealer, or he was a panty-wearer, or he was screwing the panty-wearer. I brought the moist panties up to my nose and sniffed. Sure enough, it was the scent of a woman. My marine husband was getting serviced in the service. So much for thinking he was hard up!

For weeks I contemplated what my next move would be. I was tempted to demand a divorce, but that wouldn’t have spelled fun—lawyers, court dates and money matters don’t float my boat. I decided I had the upper hand. Why not beat him at his own game? I would not confront Ron. I would pretend that everything was the same as usual. Like a perfect Stepford Wife, I catered to my husband’s every need. I made dinner every night, and went to the laundromat (since we didn’t have enough money to buy ourselves a washer and drier—a military salary doesn’t go very far, even with a second salary added). I also fulfilled my duty in the bedroom (strictly missionary sex). But all the while, my mind was scheming. I had a plan.

When Ron was deployed again, I knew I was getting close to setting my plan in motion. We said our good-byes at the airport, promising to keep up our correspondence. I couldn’t wait to write him next!

Dear Ron,
I know what you did! So I got back at you. I seduced the married VP of my company who’s always flirted with me to the point I could slap him with a hefty sexual harassment lawsuit. Men are so easy to entice. They think with their dicks. I broke him down to the point that he had a constant boner whenever I stepped two feet from him.

It didn’t take much to get him to succumb to my advances. I just wore a short skirt (you know the one, the black leather mini that you won’t let me out of the house in) sans panties. Oops, I dropped his report on the floor! Once he caught a glimpse of my adorable snatch, he came around his desk, ­unzipped his slacks and rammed his big dick in my dripping hole. The sick bastard even kept his office door wide open—for the entire office to witness and hear our wild ride.

By the way, he recently bought me a washer and drier. Now, I don’t have to trek to the laundromat anymore. Bring on the dirty clothes! However, I refuse to clean your slut’s silk panties.

Love always,
Debra

The next letter I received from my husband caught me off guard. I expected him to be furious with me, referring to me as a worthless whore. Paybacks are a bitch. I played his game and believed he wouldn’t like it one bit.

But it turned out he wasn’t pissed, he was turned on! I nearly dropped the ­letter when he penned his excitement. I was flabbergasted, since my husband is the type of guy who’s completely reserved in the bedroom, who never explores and never shares his fantasies. He insists on shutting the lights and is a babbling fool when I attempt to talk dirty in bed, yet his letter was filled with juicy tidbits.

My dearest Debra,
You are so hot! I jerked off to your letter countless times. Imagining you in that short skirt and your boss boning you made me lose it. Since you didn’t give me too many details, I pictured you bent over and getting it from behind. I wish I was there watching you being thoroughly screwed. I hope your boss took advantage of your juicy twat and big tits. Did he bring you to climax? I hope you exploded like I did. Jeez, I almost used an entire box of tis­sues while reading your confession.

So, you found my “slut”’s panties? She’s a take-charge firecracker, demanding that I eat out her pussy before we get started. Sorry, honey, for never going down on you before. It sure makes her come a lot, and come like a running faucet. I promise when I get home I’ll suck and lick your pussy until you flood inside my mouth. Then I’ll fuck you until you shout my name in endless shudders of delight.

Happy fucking! Next time provide more details, and I’ll do the same.

Love, your horny husband,
Ron

What did I have to do to get back at the bum? Instead of being revolted by my revengeful actions, here was my no-good husband encouraging me to fulfill my sexual needs! Who knew that underneath his timid demeanor was an unleashed beast yearning to come out?

Throughout our five-year courtship, I begged Ron to try new positions, but he would not take part. Missionary was our sole position, and that never brings me to orgasm. (I had no choice but to learn to please myself.) My husband recoils in disgust whenever I mention that I still crave sex toys penetrating my ass and pussy. (Props to my college boyfriend for his expertise with those toys.)

Part of me wanted to thank my husband’s marine slut for opening up his eyes and cock to new experiences. In the meantime I had some wife duties to fulfill—fuck and tell.

Dear Ron,
Sorry I haven’t written in a while. I’ve been too busy getting my pussy and ass worked out. My big-shot VP really knows how to fuck me. Read and learn. He’s been ravishing me, mak­ing sure I’m always fully satisfied. (But then, I guess you have your marine slut to keep you satisfied.)

Two weeks ago my lover whisked me away to the Ritz-Carlton Hotel in NYC. The place is ultra-swanky. However, we made it ultra-sleazy. Inside the upscale restaurant I craved a taste of his T-bone. After downing a plateful of raw oysters, I reached for his package and groped his wood until it needed some breathing room. Then I unzipped his pants, crawled under the table and wrapped my mouth around his engorged manhood. So while he was ­devouring his jumbo shrimp, I sucked on his meaty ­entrée—till his savory cream sauce erupted in my mouth! I swallowed every drop greedily.

Then it was his turn to sample a taste. I scooted into my chair and laid back while he took his place under the table. He slipped off my drenched panties and covered his mouth over my raging snapper. His tongue probed my hot spot, making it difficult for me to maintain my composure. When I was on the brink of losing it, I stuffed my mouth with a forkful of lobster to stifle my moans.

When we got back to our deluxe suite we were hot for each other. He hung the do not disturb sign on the doorknob (this time keeping things private!), and we sprung into action. He pinned me on the bed and tore off my clothes. While he propped himself up on top of me and maneuvered into the mis­sionary position, I begged him to fuck me in the ass. He tossed me over, slipped a few fingers in my tight hole and pumped my insides. Once I loosened up, he removed his fingers and pummeled my backside cavity with his entire cock. My heart beat fast while he rode me. As his dick worked my anus, his fingers massaged my clit. I erupted in a series of orgasms while he butt-fucked me. Finally he burst, and his warm come overflowed down my thigh.

More to come!
Love, your satisfied wife,
Debra

Every day I relentlessly checked my mailbox for my husband’s response. I grew excited with each passing day, anticipating his reaction to my latest anal romp. I predicted that he would be pissed. Surely I had gone too far! He never dared to explore my backside, acting as though his dick would be swallowed up if he ventured into taboo territory. During our honeymoon, when I playfully guided his member toward my crack, the prude jumped out of bed, acting like a rat had gnawed his cock. He refrained from sex for the remainder of the honeymoon, bitching that he was so grossed out, he wouldn’t be able to get it up anytime soon. That’s when I learned how to play solo. While my husband went off to sunbathe, I finger-fucked myself to gratification.

I was also curious to read what my husband was up to. I wondered if he was still getting serviced from the marine slut, or if he had taken on a new lover. What a turn of events! I could have never imagined my sex life ever becoming this wild.

To my naughty Debra,
Again you made me shoot my load before I even finished reading your racy letter. You’re such a freaky sexy goddess. I have the best wife ever! So, you finally found someone to screw you in the ass? You must be in heaven! For years you’ve been harassing me to fuck your ass. I guess you were miss­ing out. I didn’t realize how much you enjoyed it.

Yes, my “marine slut” is still keeping me satisfied, no blue balls here to complain about. A few nights ago during a grueling sleepless 24-hour patrol she somehow tracked me down and snuck over to me. (Good thing she isn’t on the enemy lines!) While I attempted to guard our post, she got down on her knees and gave me an unforgettable BJ, which progressed into a fuck session. Our entire base could have been ambushed and blown up to bits, but my lover and I were too distracted to care. Thankfully, the only explosions were our orgasms.

When I get home I promise to please you as much as your wealthy, generous lover has been doing in my absence. I can’t wait to eat your pussy and pound my dick inside your ass. You won’t be able to sit down for days!

Love, your lucky husband,
Ron

So much for thinking my husband would be repulsed by my anal playtime! His dirty slut sure had changed him—for the better! I yearned for the time when my husband would prove to me that he was no longer squeamish about sex. My pussy and ass were aching for him to show me his latest moves. However, in the meantime I kept him informed on all my sensual endeavors, even further than his fantasies could take him.

I made sure that the next letter I sent my husband would challenge his newfound cock-openness. He was in for a treat. I creamed myself when I wrote the latest account describing my recent sizzling encounter.

Dear Ron,
The other day my lover gave me something every woman dreams of—her very own credit card. He told me to buy myself a new wardrobe, spruce up my red-tag-off-the-clearance-rack attire. Good-bye, Wal-Mart. Hello, elite boutiques where the merchandise costs more than our monthly mortgage payment. I know I’m boring you with these details. You just want to hear all the raunchy lowdown. But I have to say that just holding the plastic card almost made me come! Don’t worry, I promise this will be the steamiest entry yet. (May­be buy another box of tissues. Or you could have your slut fuck you to relieve the sexual tension.)

You know shopping is a natural high for me, and now I enjoy it even more since I’m not concerned if we have enough money to pay off the charges. That’s what my moneybags lover is for. When I entered my second exclusive boutique of the day, I was assigned a personal shopper. Could you believe it? Someone actually gets paid to walk around the shop to find the perfect fit and color scheme for the client. An end­less array of skirts, shirts, blouses and dresses were hung up for me in my spacious dressing room, which included a suede couch and gold-plated floor-length mirrors.

I needed assistance zipping up one of the dresses. My personal shopper was more than willing to help, but as she tried to secure the latch, her fake nail snagged on the hook, broke off and fell inside the dress. In order to find the nail, she unzipped the entire back of the dress and fished around. I felt her hands reach up to the back of my dress and gently caress my ass. My first instinct was to smack her hands away, but the juices stirring inside me signaled that I was intrigued. As her fingers crawled toward my panties, I was suddenly bi-curious!

When her fingers brushed over the thin material concealing my mound, I realized the leggy auburn-haired beauty was in fact seducing me! I glanced in the mirror and saw her lips inching toward my bare tits, which were now pouring out of the dress. She pushed my panties away and plunged her fingers deep in my moist cunt, and also managed to take one of my nipples in her mouth. At the same time, she sucked my hard nipples and pumped her digits in my drenched pussy.

I grew light-headed, overcome by the flashes of heat she was creating throughout my body. She suggested I lay down. The mammoth couch was roomy enough for the both of us, so she joined me—after taking off all her clothes down to her skimpy lace panties! Still dizzy with temptation and the allure of being with a woman for the first time, I reached out and played with her generous tits, until she slipped off her panties and sat her pussy on top of my face. My tongue probed her del­icate folds. Her stiff clit slid over my tongue, so I gave her what she wanted—I devoured it! My tongue serviced her rapidly until she gushed her sweet nectar all over my face. I lapped it all up. She moaned, sounding like she was in agony, but I knew it was the hum of pure ecstasy.

After her explosive orgasm, she inched her mouth toward my twat. I nearly went into temporary shock when her tongue began exploring. At first her tongue nipped gently at my hole. But I wanted her to eat me out with more gusto, so I slammed her face onto my throbbing pussy. I grabbed onto her long auburn hair as she brought me to a volatile orgasm.

Needless to say, I bought the dress. Well, technically my VP lover did.
Love,
Debra

A few months later my husband arrived home, looking drained. He didn’t want to talk about what he saw and did in the Middle East, apart from the marine slut. We shared our naughty stories from while we were apart. I informed Ron that my lesbo personal shopper turned sexmate had become a frequent fuck. Whenever I shopped at the exclusive boutique she helped me to the dressing room, where she plowed my ass and pussy expertly with a mammoth strap-on.

My husband told me that while I was getting my freak on, his whore rode him so hard that he was sent home early for medical discharge after breaking a pelvic bone. No one was the wiser that his injury was in fact caused from rough sex. Once he had fully recovered, our sexual relationship reached new heights. We made up for lost time. Mr. Timid Sex had left the building!

Since Ron heard how much I enjoyed anal attention, he bravely took his dick where it never ventured before. With caution at first, he snaked his shaft in my crack, creating a slow and steady rush. When he gained more confidence, he drilled inside me like his life depended on it. He didn’t last terribly long, though, hosing my back with endless amounts of hot come while shaking and convulsing like he’d been zapped with bursts of electricity.

From that night on, we forgot about the rest of the world, always touching and pleasuring each other until we ­collapsed in a sweaty satisfied heap. I took over where his marine slut left off. I fucked him in positions he never knew existed, but that didn’t stop him from coming rapidly.

Recently my husband and I agreed to bring a third party into our sex circle. I suggested we go shopping at the infamous boutique I frequented while he was away. My personal shopper was the perfect candidate, although I wasn’t sure if she was into cock.

When we walked in the shop, she ­escorted us both to the fitting room. We quickly learned she wasn’t just into eating pussy. She also mastered blowjobs. She had her way with us. I watched her practically swallow my husband’s dick while she finger-fucked my twat. We all got wet and wild. Ron’s dick hammered away in my pussy while I sucked on my personal shopper’s secret garden, until we all erupted.

Thanks to a pair of red silk panties, my sex life will never be the same!