- 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
Twenty years after graduating from high school, my four best girlfriends and I—none of us having kids at home—decided to meet in late fall for a girls-only long weekend in Atlantic City. During a conference call to plan, Madge said it might be best if we all had our own rooms. There was a pregnant silence; then Sonia said, “Sounds like a damn good idea to me.” Barbara said her boss was a high roller and had said he could get us a complementary suite that had separate bedrooms and baths, which sounded better than paying for separate rooms!
So it was I found myself soaking in a bubble bath in a luxurious suite an hour before going out with the old gang. I’d decided on my light blue sheath dress. When I joined the others in the living room, good as the they looked, I had an edge in that I was the only one whose body hadn’t been through multiple childbirths. (I couldn’t have children.)
Sonia handed me a drink, and Jeanette observed that we looked damn good for broads pushing 40 and none of us should have any trouble getting laid. We walked to a dinner club Barbara’s boss had recommended, which had a cozy dance floor. We didn’t lack for male attention, starting with a group of eight young men who invited us to an orgy. By 11 we’d each hooked up with a man of our choice.
When Madge bid us good night and left with her guy, the rest of us decided to take the party back to our suite. Surprisingly, there was no awkwardness or embarrassment when we got there; we all just said good night and led our pickups to our rooms.
The guy I’d picked up was a young marine just out of boot camp with 30 days to have fun before shipping out for a year. Tad was trembling when I turned to embrace him. I just kissed him and asked if he was all right. He said, “Yes. It’s just that you’re older and y-you h-have that r-ring on your finger.”
I hugged him, pressing my breasts firmly against his barrel-like chest, and said, “Dear young man, there’s nothing a mature woman wants more than a healthy young lover. As for the ring, I do love my husband, but he’s a thousand miles away.”
Tad took me in his strong arms and planted a kiss on my lips. He cupped my ass and pulled me against his hard cock. He was nearly a foot taller than me, so it was pressing just below my bustline. I slipped down to my knees and said, “I’m going to suck your cock and drink your sweet come, lover.” I pushed his pants down and, as he wasn’t wearing underwear, seven inches of thick cock jutted into my face. I licked it from balls to tip, and just as I got my mouth over the glans, he erupted. I swallowed just about all of it.
His knees gave out, and he collapsed on the bed behind him. I unzipped my dress, let it drop and stood before him in lingerie and hose. His cock was standing tall again. I knelt on the bed and took his full length down my throat. He moaned as I mouthed him lovingly. It only took me a minute to bring him to another climax.
After I swallowed Tad’s come, I slid up, unbuttoned his shirt and pressed myself to him. I kissed him, allowing him to taste his essence. While we traded passionate kisses, he wiggled out of his clothes and gently explored my body from my knees to the top of my head, save for my pussy and breasts. Taking matters in my own hands, I unhooked my bra so it fell, freeing my tits the next time he brushed it.
When Tad saw my bare breasts, he lost his nervousness. He stripped away my skimpy panties and maneuvered his way between my thighs. He slid easily in my wet cunt and began pumping in and out of me. Having just come twice, he now had amazing control and brought me to climax before coming inside me. We kept at it until we fell asleep around two.
Tad woke me by slipping his hard cock in me just as the sun began to shine in the window. As I pushed my ass back to give him easier access, his hand moved around to cup my pussy and finger my clit. In time he brought me to climax and about the same time came himself. I freshened up and slipped on a robe, then while he showered went in search of coffee.
Sonia had just finished brewing a pot and poured me a cup. I took a stool at the minibar, and we looked at one another, then giggled. “My God,” she said, “I can’t tell you how exciting it was getting serviced by a new stud. How was yours?”
Madge, who had come out of her room and was standing behind us, said, “Hell, the guy I picked up still wants more.” A few minutes later Barbara and Jeanette joined us and told pretty much the same story. After we all told about our night’s adventures, Madge stood up and said, “Hell, gals, instead of wasting time trolling for cock, let’s just swap studs!”
After a brief discussion, we wrote our names down on slips of paper, then drew them from a cup. Jeanette drew out her own name, so she had to draw again. After everyone drew a name, we agreed to go spend an hour in whoever’s room we drew. I’d drawn Barbara, and ten minutes later I was on my back under 220 pounds of solid muscle with her stud drilling me. His cock wasn’t that big, but he had great control and I got my cookies seconds before he blew.
We sent the guys on their way and called down for breakfast, then spent the rest of the day catching up. We cleaned up and went out to eat without any plan, but met up with some local boys that had come to town to celebrate something or other (we never did catch exactly what). You do the math—five fresh horny guys and five horny wives away from home.
We spent the next three days and nights fucking. It was wild. We’d be hanging out watching TV and one of the guys would decide to screw you and just lead you to your room. No one laid claim to anyone, and I know I was screwed by each of them at least twice each of those days.
Is it any wonder that when my husband picked me up at the airport, I fell asleep in the car? He had to wake me when we got home! I told him we’d sat up every night talking and I was exhausted. But that night in bed I welcomed him between my legs and loved getting some good old spousal cock. After he filled my box with come he whispered, “It was odd knowing you were off with your girlfriends for the weekend, yapping your hearts out, not off by yourself screwing some guy.”
I just let it slide. I didn’t think he needed to know what a bunch of sex-wild women we’d been.
—Name and address withheld
