A year ago my wife and I took a ten-day Caribbean cruise to celebrate our anniversary and Rose’s 40th birthday. At dinner the first night we were seated with four other people—an older couple and two handsome guys in their mid-20s, Kevin and Bill. Bill had scheduled the cruise for himself and his girlfriend, but they broke up, so he invited his friend Kevin to come along for the fun and sun.
I couldn’t help noticing that even though the guys were so young, they were very attentive and charming to Rose, and she seemed to return their interest.
Our third night out was the Captain’s Dinner, where everyone was expected to dress formally. Rose wore a long royal blue gown that hugged her body down to her waist, with a built-in push-up bra that let her show a fair portion of breast. The gown had a slit up the front so when she walked or sat down her legs were on full display. She looked stunning! I got a hard-on the instant I saw her.
Most people think boys can’t wait till they’re old enough to leave home. Not my live-in lover’s son.
I was 38 when I moved in with Ross, a “nice guy” in his mid-40s with an 18-year-old son from his former marriage. I was five-seven, 130 pounds, and my nice boobs and ass were being endlessly fondled and caressed. But it wasn’t Ross doing the fondling and caressing; it was his son, Andy.
Andy made it obvious that I turned him on. So when Ross left me for some bimbo, it was no surprise that Andy decided to stay with me. (The ostensible reason was that my place was closer to the college he planned to attend in the fall.)
As a police officer I often go to one hospital to interview crime victims or people hurt in car accidents, and I’ve developed a rapport with their E.R. nurses. One night Nicole, a very pretty nurse, asked if I was going to the nurses’ annual costume party. I said I was unaware of it. She said it was being held in two weeks at a suburban nightclub, and gave me a flyer with an admission ticket attached.
She smiled and said in a sultry voice, “It’s a lot of fun. We get lots of emergency people and some doctors who bring their wives or girlfriends. You can bring someone or come stag. You won’t be disappointed.” I said I’d check my schedule.
When I got home, I went straight to bed. In the morning when I got up, my wife was already in the kitchen making coffee—and reading the flyer! I must have left it along with my keys on the hall table! She asked where I got it, and I told her. She said, “Sounds like it could be a blast.” I told her Nicole said I could bring a guest.
They say that without surprises life would be boring. In the last week I’ve had a lifetime’s share of surprises.
Thursday is my wife’s bowling night, and while she’s usually home by midnight, sometimes she has a drink or two before heading home, so I wasn’t surprised when she didn’t make it home till half past two Friday morning. No, what really surprised me was her behavior after she got home.
I was asleep when Janette came in the bedroom but awoke to find her nude and pulling off the sheet covering me, then attacking my “privates” with vigor, giving me a rapid hard-on. As she straddled me, I noticed that her pussy lips were looser than normal and extremely juicy. But as she rarely initiated sex, I just lay back and enjoyed. She totally drained me—our best sex in ages.
My wife knows I love it when she shows off her body. Her skirts are always short, and her blouses always show lots of cleavage. Since she’s only five feet one, her tits look like cantaloupe halves mounted high on her chest. Men stare at her whenever she enters a room. She’s so petite that when I insert my eight-inch cock in her, it rubs her clit continuously, driving her wild with passion.
Earl, a friend of mine from high school, comes over a lot for beers, cookouts or to use our pool. He and Shelby always got along, and about four months ago they started getting along better still.
One Saturday it was supposed to be in the 90s, so I invited Earl to come over to use the pool and stay for dinner. He arrived at noon and changed into his trunks while I got everyone beers. Shelby’s tanned body looked fabulous in a white bikini that had her breasts pouring out the sides as well as the front. The bottom was very high-cut, showing off a major portion of her asscheeks when she walked. She was a walking wet dream.
Molly and I have been married for 50 years, though our sex life ended many years ago because she didn’t like sex. We do like to play golf together, so that helps.
Her friend Goldie invited her to visit her in Miami and play in a tournament. We had no plans, so we decided to go. Goldie is a widow and lives at a nice country club. I have an old business acquaintance in Miami, so I called to see if he was available for golf on the day of the tournament. Vincent said that would be great as we hadn’t seen each other in several years.
The next day when Goldie and Molly left for their tournament, I headed for Vincent’s house. Alisa, Vincent’s wife, answered the door. She is a beautiful, petite, sophisticated woman. I’d been around her on other occasions, but they were all formal. She greeted me with a big hug and a juicy kiss that shocked me. She was wearing a very sexy outfit showing lots of cleavage. I’d never seen her dressed like that.
I knew back when my wife and I started dating that Nan had had intimate relationships with several men. And I really wasn’t jealous. In fact, it turned me on! When we got married I was in the service, and several months later I was deployed overseas for seven months. During this time Nan stayed with her best friend, Denise.
The first night after I returned, Nan and I were lying in bed, and I was feeling her fabulous breasts and was ready to remove her panties when she stopped me and said we needed to talk, and she hoped I could forgive her. She confessed that during my time away she didn’t remain faithful. Her and Denise went out occasionally to a lounge, and “this one night Denise was with her boyfriend Thad and I was dancing with a friend of theirs named Warren”—and it seems that dancing close with Warren made her miss me a lot, especially our intimate times together.
“Denise noticed how I was feeling,” she said, “and when the lounge closed, I invited Warren to join us back at the apartment for a nightcap. After we got there, Thad made drinks for all of us, and Denise made a toast to Warren and me, and to a new friendship, and then Thad and her headed for her bedroom. This left me and Warren I sitting alone on the couch.
Following a car wreck that led to a month and a half in the hospital with two surgeries, I was sent home with the prognosis that, while I would likely still suffer temporary paralysis from the waist down for several more months, with lots of therapy and hard work I would be fine. Through it all my wife Hannah was a rock.
One night a couple of weeks after my return home, when Hannah returned to the bedroom from showering, as she was removing her robe to put her nightie on I noticed her nipples were somewhat swollen, indicating to me that she wanted sex. Since I couldn’t do anything about it, I just ignored it, hoping it would go away. And it seemed to. She never mentioned it.
Nearly a month later, when Hannah came to bed (we had a single bed set up for her next to my hospital-style one) and kissed me good night, I noticed her firm tits standing tall, with the nipples all puffy, and I knew she wanted sex again! And again without mentioning it she just climbed in bed and said good night.
Danielle and I are both 30 years old and have been married for six years. We have stayed in great shape over the years. Danielle has a body that just screams sex. I enjoy the longing looks she receives from strange men when she enters a room.
For the past two years, we have talked about our sexual fantasies. My fantasy involves Danielle meeting a well-hung, handsome guy in a nightclub and having uninhibited sex with him. Danielle, eventually admitted that she has had fantasies of having sex with two men at the same time. These discussions have usually led to some very wild sexual sessions where we role-play.
There have been times when we would go out to a nightclub and I would pretend to pick her up. We would sometimes end up having sex in the car, or we would return to “her home” for a wild night of sex.
My wife’s best friend, Maxine came to visit us for a few days. Maxine’s husband passed away a little over four years ago and she couldn’t stand the loneliness anymore. On the third day of her visit, Maxine shocked the hell out of me.
I’m retired but my wife still works full-time. She’s three years younger than me and Maxine is my age, 64. One morning with my wife at work, Maxine and I were sitting on the sofa shooting the bull. There was a lapse in our conversation; all was eerily quiet.
Suddenly and without warning, Maxine dropped her right hand onto my crotch, her fingers moving on my limp cock. I was in a state of shock, but said nothing. I did nothing to show any objection of her teasing my dick. All I did was lower my eyes, watching those fingers awaken my cock. I was semi-hard when Maxine spoke up. “You don’t mind me doing this, do you?” I answered a quick no. With that answer Maxine continued playing with my cock through my pants. My penis was now hard and Maxine was able to grab the full length and squeeze it over and over in a pumping motion.